Erotica Anthology #8

Mind Break II

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Mind Break II (Part 2)

“ Tali’zorah ”

The pirates have pumped her up with a bunch of drugs that allow parts of her body to the exposed to the atmosphere. They tear up her enviro-suits at the areas of her chest and near her inner thighs, even going as far as creating a hole at her helmet. She is most reluctant to have parts of her suit removed. So far, she shows so signs of infection, but one can never tell. If something manages to enter her immune system, she will fall under critical condition right away.

It is a tricky thing to tackle this female Quarian, but they manage to push her down and work around her body. She fights too much, and they can not work with the standard binding around her body. So instead they bring her to a circular contraption that is bigger than her body, and strap all four of her limbs with it stretching her out while still forcing her into a standing position for easy access.

Legs pried wide open, their fingers probe at the holes of her lower half, testing out her depths. And true enough, the Quarian begins yelping in pain, proving to them of their suspicion. She is still a virgin, and her value is beyond anything compared to the others. They have to handle this particular toy with “special” care.

The Salarian extends his claws. He pries open her labia with one hand, injecting the slit with the other hand. He inserts one digit first, sinking the finger into the warm depths of her v****a. Tali sucks a sharp breath in return, trying not to give herself away, despite the quivering lips that can be seen from the hole on her mask. He misses taking in notice of her unnerved reaction, paying his full attention to the p***y in his hand. The Salarian slips his finger all of the way in, allowing the pure virgin depth to take him one phalanx bone at a time, before he starts feeling around the soft, dark walls that is presented inside.

She is already humid by the time he puts his finger inside her, welcoming his touch with so much lubricant to help him explore her further. She feels so delicate and breakable under his touch, he has to venture around carefully so that he will not taint or hurt her — not much, at least.

He feels around her for some time, before deciding to dip a second digit into her delicate p***y. The Salarian starts working on her, thrusting to create friction that will allow heat to consume her system, stretching himself out so that she will be used to having intrusions occupying her depths in frequent intervals, making way for more things to come. He plans to use her as his latest experiment, and he has a lot in store for her. Lots of huge things.

He continues to dip his fingers in and out of her, increasing the pace until Tali has to stand at the edge of her toes, riding high against his hand. She bites her bottoms lips to prevent herself from screaming out loud when he curves his fingers inside her, the contact sending so much stimulus into her sensory motor domains that she is forced to clench her walls so tightly around him.

The Quarian cums when he dives and presses against her Gräfenberg spot. When he is done, he retrieves his hand. The Salarian observes the sparkling, glistening juices that have managed to follow out, sticking into his skin so tenaciously, before trickling further down his arm.

He thrusts his fingers back in, this time handling her much rougher. He pulls in and out of her vulva until his sharp claws manage to tear up the barrier inside her. He finger-f***s her so violently that by the time he scoops out his fingers, he is gathering more than one type of liquid in his fingers. The Salarian stares in awe at the droplets of red that has made its way mixed into her overflowing juice, the fluid staining him so much until it seeps into the very gap of his claws.

Delicious, tangy taste, he devours the flavor as he runs his long thin tongue across his juice-soaked hand. Pure and sweet; but more of all, clean. The blood of a virgin, indeed.

Now that she has been prepared, the Salarian is ready to start his real experiment. He presses a button from the panels he has, allowing a door to open and close, long enough to allow a creature to walk in.

What is the Salarian going to do now? Is he going to take her virginity now? Tali feels herself getting dizzier after being driven to her climax, but soon starts to panic when she sees her blood staining the other alien’s fingers. Oh God! Her blood! This is so crazy. What he is doing to her is beyond insane. How could he do that to a virgin? Is he just going to take her, just like that? Her barrier has torn up now, no doubt. What else is he going to do to her?

Tali’s heart hammers against her rib cage loudly like a bird as she waits for the revelation. The new presence is a heavy-weight type, is the first thing she notices. His steps are booming, echoing to her very ears. For a moment there, she can not hear anything else except for the sounds of him approaching, as well as her panting breaths.

Her eyes goes wide with horror when she realizes his race. The figure turns out to be a Vorcha, who belongs to an aggressive and primitive race.

What exactly is one like him doing so far away from home? As far as Tali knows, Vorcas lives among the galaxy's darker and more dangerous locations, such as Omega. But then she quickly recalls some more facts about their race: many Vorchas are trained by the Krogans’ Blood Pack to act as mercenaries. It is done due to their savage nature and adaptability to different environments.

The Salarian is going to have that claim her virginity?

And to top it all off . . . Oh my. Is she seeing this correctly? That Vorca has . . . two c***s . . . ?

As inexperienced she is about s*x, she is sure that normal males are supposed to have only one each. But two c***s? And to make it worse, they are grown forked; one at the inside is shorter but fatter than the other, while the other c**k outside is slightly curved, much longer than the one inside. The two of them are grown aligned with each other, the tip of the foreskin leveling at the same height. This means that it is possible for him to take both of her holes at the same time. Oh God, he is going to stick those things inside her? How is she going to survive through that?

The more she stares at it, the more she grows in fear.

The Vorca looks like he is in some sort of a trance. It is only once the Salarian removes the restriction from his neck that the Vorca begins to react. Her scent. That is the first thing he notices. It is the scent of a fertile female. And a virgin at that. His nose begins to flare, his mass seemingly expanding when he fuels his lungs with her sweet scents.

“No, please don’t—”

His c**k twitches in response, and he quickly walks around her, stopping just behind the trembling female. The Vorca leans in and presses both heads of his c**k against her soft openings, and cold sweat begins to erupt from Tali’s body. The Quarian tries to distance herself from the other male, but her restrains prevent her from moving much, except to shift her ass a little further, only to be pulled right back in by the bindings. This motion causes a friction to brush between her womanly bits against the Vorca’s seriously engorged c***s, and he blows a deep exhale, fogging the glass of her helmet even more than it already is.

“Please, no . . . Don’t do this,” she begs the male dearly, but earns no response. “I can’t.”

Tracing the outline of her most intimate places, the Vorca does not waste time in finding his way into her. She is way too tight for a size like him to enter just like that, but he has to make due, what with the urge to mate her pounding like crazy inside him, his c***s are practically standing at a critical point. Her scent helps stimulate him further, pumping his veins with much more excitement than a few drops of synthetic drug can do.

Tali is in tears when the Vorca presses his c**k further in — and he is not even inside her yet. His c**k feels practically boiling when he makes contact with her slits, and he has been pushing her apart from both front and back ends ever since. The outer c**k finds itself entering into her much easier than the inner one, which is still struggling to fit itself into her ass. Her pucker is way too tight, but what else can one expect from a virgin like her? The Vorca has to enter both passages at the same however, or else he will not be able to enjoy taking both first time from the female and relish her in the most manner.

It takes some time consuming efforts fumbling through her openings, but once the Vorca finally gets through with it, all hell breaks lose. Tali screams at the top of her lungs, unable to bear the pain inside. The scary beast is penetrating both of her holes at the same time, pushing himself all the way inside in quick thrusts; each allowing him to enter her even deeper than the last. Blood begins to pool from both ends of her dark, wet depths when he pushes too hard, ripping of her barrier from the front and breaking in the internal tissues from the back.

“Please stop this . . . It hurts.” The pain is like nothing she has ever experienced before. Is this what it feels like to be dying? To drift in between life and death, without knowing where she might go? The male Vorca f***s her hard until her lower half shags from the overwhelming pain, causing her to be dragged down by the binds around her wrists and ankles.

Tali prays for nothing more than to have this torment come to an end, only to have her hope extinguished crudely as the male beast’s roar tears through the compact room, his breath increasing as the movement of his merciless hips does the same. Both of his c***s are solid hard and rough to the touch, making the friction even more hurtful than it should be. He thrusts into her so hard that she can feel both c***s rubbing against each other through the thin layer of skin that separates her v****a from her ass.

Cum and blood blends together at the joints of her hips when he releases himself inside her, but even then the Vorca knows no rest. He is still too excited for him to stop taking her for even a second, he does not even bother to rest in between takes. He f***s her until he makes her c*m from her own rape also, forcing the Quarian to squirt out her own juices to be mixed along with the rest of the existing contributions.

Callipygian! Beautiful! The Salarian is in complete awe to the scene that takes place right in front of his eyes, all the glory of this coupling presented for him to see and study. Their blood and c*m blended together in perfect harmony as the female succumbs to the male from the so much pain she is experiencing.

The female Quarian is in such deep aching pain that she dares to look up to him for help. Oh, he will help her, alright, but not in the way that she is expecting him to.

Gesturing at his Vorca slave, the blight creature bends over the large ring frame ninety degrees forwards as taught, along with the female test subject that is attached — all the way while having his c**k still buried inside her. The movement causes another tear at her tight muscle rings, the new position straining her body, pulling her down according to gravity.

The breasts dangle in the air. Tali can see her own blood trickling down her thighs, along with where the Vorca is joined to her by the center of her pelvis. The female gasps hard, taking in the goriness that is laid in front of her.

As it turns out, having this Vorca taking both of her virginities is not enough. The Salarian takes a stand in front of her head, c**k already out and springing free, ready to take her last.

He jabs his c**k into the hole in her helmet, which she now realizes what the function is for. However, Tali is not simply just going to accept him. The woman clasps her lips tight shut purposefully, not allowing entrance for him. He tries for a few more times, each only ends up with him prodding his leaking foreskin against her chin or cheek. But then she can hear the Salarian muttering a series of command to the Vorca, speaking with impatience, and the forked c**k are suddenly thrusting into her with newfound vigor, he makes the pain she had felt so far feel like nothing.

Trapped in tremendous pain, Tali screams out loud again, but this time the Salarian is ready to thrust his c**k into her screaming throat. The sound of her screams causes delicious vibrations to travel around the Salarian’s c**k, pushing his control to the limit. Different from the ruthless Vorca, it does not take long for him to discover his release inside the depths of her mouth. The persistent cunt refuses to drink him of course, instead spitting his seeds back out, straining the internal structure of her helmet. It does not matter though, and this is just an additional part to his research — nothing to sweat over for. He can simply just fill her in again when the occasion rises. Different from the Vorca — who he has turned into his s*x-crazed tool — the Salarian needs time to get himself hard again. And when he does, he usually will just need a few jabs in the Quarian’s mouth to expel his semen in.

They continue f*****g her from both sides, filling out all three different holes of her body until she can not contain their semen inside anymore. The Salarian and Vorca duo f**k her until they spill their dickspit all over her, while some even manage to slip in through the tears of her bio-suit. They stain her so much to the point of no return. When they put their first claims inside her, Tali’s body is marked with them forever. She can not get out the stench of their vile c*m from inside her. It does not matter how hard she squeezes the white creamy goo out of her body, because it will not be long before they fill her up again.

Tali weeps for the loss of her virginity, in more ways than one. She cries for the loss of that sweet, gently first time which she will never receive. They have ripped that chance away from her, and then spit back at her wallowing self-pity. How can anyone be so cruel? She does not understand why they are doing this crude acts to her. Why are they pumping their loins into her so hard, as if their lives depend on it? Surely, they can not be thriving over her pain and misery, can they? But their continues robust pacing scream otherwise in so many different languages.

She does not think she can take this torment anymore than she already does. They have ripped her apart for numerous times, reopening old wounds and tearing up new ones; not even allowing her to heal. Is she going to die like this? Always in pain, constantly? Why are they so cruel? How can they be so driven by their lust that they can not understand the kind of agony they are putting her through. Oh Lord, if this continues any further, she does not know what she might do.

Tali has no idea how much times has pass. c***s slip in and out for so many times until she can not tell anymore, too tired to actually count. While the Salarian takes his rests, she and the Vorca are not given any — not that the Vorca needs one, as it seems, since his c**k will just immediately go hard again after he busts inside her pulled apart depths. At this point, they have filled her up so much until her suit is overflowing with all three species’ c*m combined. The very fabrics stretch to the extent that it is threatening to explode from holding in so much weight. Tali’s bio-suit is so soaked that she is practically swimming in the pool of their own c*m.

Her womb is so full with the Vorca’s semen that there is no way she won't be pregnant already. She can feel his swimmers floating inside her stomach every time her body moves. Her used to be flat stomach has expanded, trying to contain the growing life inside her.

Watching the satisfied look on the Salarian’s face, Tali finally understand what all of this is about. He is trying to use the Vorca to impregnate her. Why does he need to do that? Are they nothing more than test subjects to him? Is this all a ruse just so that he can watch the Vorca breed her all of the way until she carries full term? But even after she can confirm that she is in fact pregnant, the rape still continues.

The never-ending nightmare goes on; having no place for an epilogue. Tali'Zorah nar Rayya is reduced to a breeding tool. Sobbing quietly, she tries to relax her muscles to ease the pain.

She knows that she should be angry — and she does, but the emotion does not last long. She is never known to hold her grudge, even against the vilest, most cruel enemies. She had forgiven them when they shot her crew mates — may the souls of her friends rest in peace. Instead of dwelling in the past, she has to face the future, and the fact is, she is going to deliver her children very soon. She has to accept that fact, and she does not like to hold ill feelings; especially not towards her children. They are merely the victims of circumstances beyond their control. She can not blame the way they were created; they could not help with how they were made.

The female Quarian would prefer to have these children through other means, but now that she has had them, she has to accept her situation. These c***s will never leave from her gaping hole; they have made her depth their permanent residence ever since they claimed her. The Vorca will never stop tearing through her rectum, nor her p***y. She can not escape this fate they have condemned her to, and she has to realize that there is no help from out there that will come to her. They have f****d her until she can not move, too tired to even free herself from the bounds and attempt an escape.

As her last tears escape from her eyes, Tali takes in the last moments of her old self, before opening her eyes to the now inflated appearance of her suit. This is her life now, and she must face it with ease.

. . . . .

“ Liara ”

Life as a s*x toy has not been kind to Liara — though one may doubt it will be to any of these starship crews. First they bound her and throw her on an operating table. She needs to be re-educated, they said. These damn Krogan pirates make sure that she is properly dressed and cleaned, touching her most intimate places along the way to prove her capability, before sending her off to their so called guests.

Trapped, bound and helpless in this room, men come and go like a clockwork, taking their sweet time enjoying her unwilling cunt while claiming her ass at the same time. They know what great breasts she has, and they are not shy to give her some hard squeezing, clenching her t**s so hard with their fists until the internal parts of her breasts are left aching in pain. The same goes for the rest of her body. They use her up, torture her and rape her. All men are the same. They are vile and they only care about finding their release inside her. It does not matter even when she does not want them, because they always find their way in forcing themselves into her. It does not matter how hard she tries to make her legs stay closed together, because these men will just force her legs with the great strength they have.

And while these males take and take, Liara is forced to just lie there, bound and helpless, taking in inch after inch of various c***s from many different races. Name one race and one of them has probably been inside her; that is how used and tainted she is. They will use her up so thoroughly that the gooey cream of their c*m drench out of her pelvic and reproductive organs like a steady stream of river.

These Krogans have done something to her — she just does not know what. They do not allow her to see it, but she can feel it when a tool is injected to her asari body. It is not until they start sending in groups of men that she eventually discovers what it is.

When she is returned to the operation table to be cleaned up and examined, she is always delivered bare, for all of the workers to touch, feel up and explore as they please, even when she is bathed in the seeds of other males. But when they send her off to the guests, she is dressed nicely like a wrapped gift — if one can call something like this being remotely close to ‘nice’.

The strip of white ribbons hang loosely over her chest, the deep slit exposing most of her breasts and flat stomach. The material spans long enough to hide her snatch, revealing most of the skin of her long legs. The strategically situated fabrics are enough to drive the guests wild, and soon enough it will not be long before the dress ends up tattered on the floor, long forgotten. Liara has never been able to count to a full minute before her so called clothes is being ripped out of her blue asari body.

Liara lets her mind wander off while they take their time forcing themselves on her. In times like this, Liara starts thinking to ease the hurt in her heart. She wonders where all of those hundreds of thousands of Krogans came from. There are already so many Krogans gathering in this ship that they do not need another Asari for breeding partner, so that is why they must have decided to use her for other purposes instead. She knows this for sure because she briefly saw Samara, along with Ashley, being dragged off by a herd of Varrens, just before Liara herself was taken. Or at least, that is as far as she can guess, judging from how c***s even manage to slide through her reproductive organs — even though the majority of them prefer to use her by the ass.

It is strange to view this situation so logically, despite the continuous rape, but how else can she stay calm when she is put in the path to ruin?

A large hand abruptly grabs the back of her head fringe, yanking her back to reality. They hate it when she drifts off, allowing her a little bit of time to escape from the horrid scene that is laid before her.

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