Introduction:
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Shepard's head was spinning as she dashed out of the cockpit in humiliation, leaving Joker and Kaiden behind. A few turns down the Normandy's hallways later her speed slowed and she slumped against the wall. Her breath was still coming in quick gasps and, even though Shepard knew it was stupid, she could still feel Kaiden's strong hands moving on her body, molesting her. Her weak fists hit against the unyielding dark steel of the Normandy's walls in a combination of frustration and anger. She cursed herself for her stupidity, her being weak, and last of all the fact she felt aroused from it all. This was her first posting on the Normandy and already someone had sniffed her out and restarted her abuse.
Her hands and fingers ran through her dark brown hair in frustration before she finally gathered her wits and her breath. She checked out her bodysuit and saw that her lap and her thighs were dark with her wetness. She swore again, there was no way that she could present herself to the Captain and the Spectre Nihlus in this condition. That'd be a horrible embarrassment she couldn't live down. Reluctantly the Commander veered off the hallway down the stairs to her private chambers.
Once in private, she quickly peeled her suit off and dug out a replacement from her pneumatic drawers. Just as she started to crawl into the skintight uniform, her grey eyes caught herself in the mirror and her hands paused. She let her palms drift over her ample breasts, the only part of her body that wasn't skinny or a little scrawny. She shivered in arousal as her fingers, with a mind of their own, gave her little pink nipples tweaks, causing her thighs to clamp together again. Snapping back to reality her hands flew off her breasts as if they turned red-hot, then shimmied the rest of her body into her skintight uniform, zipping it up. She spent another short time obsessively fixing her brown hair in the mirror until frustration came again and she headed for the door.
A few minutes later she was rushing into the comms room, expecting to see Captain Anderson there, but the only occupant was the turian Spectre, back to the doorway and reviewing images of Eden Prime on the large screens. In her surprise and her haste to rush into the room, her foot caught on one of the steps and Shepard tumbles clutzily to the ground, sprawling on the steel floor before scrambling to her feet. Her cheeks warmed as she hoped Nihlus didn't see, but flared a deep red when she saw his cold black eyes staring at her she stood up.
“You're late.”
Something in Nihlus' deep voice struck Shepard, and struck her hard. She had never been able to deal with stress, nor authority particularly well, and this situation had both. She started to mutter and stutter an apology, but his clawed hand motioned to stop, and she shut her mouth quickly.
“When you are summoned, you will obey.”
Shepard's knees felt like rubber as the Spectre started to prowl towards her, his black eyes on her face, as merciless as a hunter stalking his prey. It wasn't just his look, it was his words and his voice. All together, at just a few words Nihlus had Shepard's knees nearly buckling as the turian stood beside her, far too close into her personal space. His breath was warm on her neck and her ear, each exhale through his nose sent a tingle straight from her skin to her gut, and she felt her inner cunt's walls tighten, He spoke to her ear, each word thudding into her soul.
“You will come when summoned. Not at your convenience. Immediately.”
Shepard struggled to keep her gaze forward as she could feel the turian circle around her back. She could almost feel his eyes boring into the plump firmness of her ass. She loathed this. She wasn't a piece of meat to be so hungrily devoured. She wanted to tell off the alien, wanted to tell him to piss off and stop staring at her. A thin sweat was already breaking out in her scalp when she opened her mouth to do just that. Instead of a harsh lesson in independence, the only thing that Shepard could muster was a pathetic, “S-sorry. It won't h-happen again.”
The brown turian was standing in front of her again, far too close and towering more than a foot over her tiny frame. She could feel the warmth of his alien body and she did everything in her power to avoid looking at his face, staring off at one of the massive pictures of Eden Prime on the vid screen. She felt his scaly hand cup her face and every muscle stiffened, “I am glad you got here first, Commander. I have to confess, though…I was expecting something more…impressive.”
Every word was another hammer at her confidence, tearing Shepard down another rung. Her breath quickened as Nihlus slid his thumb between her lips. Compulsively her reflex kicked in and she wrapped her mouth tight around the turian's thumb. She didn't know how long his other hand was on her shoulder, but suddenly there was pressure there and her legs only gave the most token of resistance before she dropped to her knees. Still Nihlus' thumb was obscenely in her mouth as the door to the comms room slid open and Captain Anderson casually strode into the room.
He didn't seem bothered at all by the scene of one of his senior officers on her knees before the turian Spectre, his thumb lodged erotically into her drooling mouth. Shame rocked Shepard's body and mind. She tried to stand, but found herself being halted by a curt and uncompromising “Stay,” from Nihlus, as if she was some sort of dog.
The swarthy dark Captain pressed a few buttons on the panel as the door to the comms room slid closed, locking behind him. He crossed the room to stand with Nihlus. His eyes caught Shepard's panicking gaze as he spoke, his voice calming and soothing, “I think it’s about time we told the commander what’s really going on.”
Finally satisfied with his finger, Nihlus withdrew it and, to Shepard's horror, moved to the crotch plate of his Spectre armor. Her head drooped forward, letting her hair cover her eyes, giving her – at least in her mind – a moment's peace. Ever since she was a child, she had always tried to keep her hair just long enough to cover her eyes. It let her feel safe, it let her feel secure.
Captain Anderson crossed his arms behind his back as he watched the scene, “Nihlus wants to see you in action, Commander. He’s here to evaluate you.”
Commander Maisie Shepard was a brilliant woman – when it came to technology and engines – but her lack of social grace and knowledge was painfully obvious to anyone who knew her in the least. Her thoughts trying to comprehend this situation were slow, and failing her. Her voice, coming from behind the hair draped over her face, was almost pleading, “What’s going on, Captain?”
The older human's eyes roamed lecherously over the bodysuit of Commander Shepard. Normally a man to obey strict fraternization rules, he still was a man and had had lustful thoughts of Shepard ever since he requested her personally after a recommendation from a fellow officer who served as Shepard's commanding officer during her bootcamp. He turns his dark eyes to Nihlus, who casually lets his crotch plate drop to the floor of the comms room, gathering his stiff and eager cock – strangely humanoid, if darker and with hints of his reptilian ancestry – in his clawed hands.
“The Alliance has been pushing for this for a long time. Humanity wants a larger role in shaping interstellar policy. We want more say with the Citadel Council. The Spectres represent the Council’s power and authority. If they accept a human into their ranks, it shows how far the Alliance has come.”
Nihlus, already mostly aroused by the engineer on her knees before him, stroked his cock to full arousal before adding onto what the Captain said, “Not many could have survived what you went through on Akuze, Shepard. Thresher Maws usually kill the women they attempt to breed with. Or they go mad, never to be the same again. You showed a remarkable will to live – a particularly useful talent. That’s why I put your name forward as a candidate for the Spectres.”
Commander Shepard lifted her face at this, her mouth dropping slack in shock. Nihlus put -her- up for being the first human Spectre? There had to be a mistake. Her mind was still sluggish as she spoke, “Why would a turian want a human in the Spec -“
Before she could finish her sentence, Nihlus had already speared his cock straight into Shepard's wet and hot mouth. Her eyes water and widen in surprise, and her hands rest on the durasteel plating of his thigh armor. His hands coiled in her brown hair as he rocked his hips, immediately fucking her face.
“Not all turians resent humanity. Some of us see…the potential of your species.”
The look that was shared between Nihlus and Anderson was sly, and the Captain gave him a little nod. Drool was slipping out of Shepard's mouth as Nihlus raped her throat, her voice groaning in complaint. Her moaning didn't wasn't succeeding at deterring him, only ironically bringing more pleasure to the Spectre as her throat muscles vibrated his massive alien cock.
“Some of us see what you have to offer to the rest of the galaxy.”
Shepard was gagging hard on Nihlus' cock, and Anderson couldn't resist anymore. His own hand fished his thick brown meat from his dress pants. It was a simple matter for the Captain to take Shepard's unresisting hand and wrap it around his cock. He was pleased to notice her wrist began to move, jerking him in time to the face fucking she was getting from the turian.
“I don't care that you're human, Shepard. I only care that you can do the job.”
Shepard's grey eyes finally lifted to stare up at the emotionless face of the Turian above her and she started to be a more active participant, bringing her other free hand to wrap around Nihlus' cock. She'd never really handled a Turian's cock before. Sure, she'd seen plenty in the porno vids on the extranet, but she was impressed by its compatibility with humans in person. Nihlus gradually pulled his cock free of Shepard's mouth and she gasped for breath. By this point she was rapidly jerking both cocks, frantically pleasing both of them.
Her voice was reluctant, but dutiful. Her grey gaze flicking up to the black man she was jerking off in front of her, and back at the Spectre, “I…assume this is good for the Alliance, sir?”
Captain Anderson was already throbbing in Shepard's hand. Her words drove to over the edge, his voice shuddering as he came, sending a heavy load of white cum from his black cock to splatter and drench the side of Shepard's face, dripping down to stain her body suit. A thin train of the mess slid down the curve of her large breasts.
“Earth needs this, Shepard. We’re counting on you.”
With Anderson's load on her face and bodysuit covered tits, she focused on Nihlus. She was hating every moment of this. But what choice did she have? She couldn't refuse her superior officer. It was have ruined her career. Submitting came easy to her in her life, so Shepard did it again.
Shepard gave in.
It wasn't long after she added her other hand and jerked Nihlus off with both of her fists that his own cum erupted from his cock. Shepard made a curious scientific note in her mind that the turian's seed, much like his cock, was exceptionally human like. There was one difference though – the volume. Nilhus' cum was blasting out of his cock to soak her dark brown hair and oozing over her forehead to blind her grey eyes. Her apple cheeks and soft chin weren't spared, nor were her plump lips. Even her tits had a two loads dropped on them, further disgracing her Alliance uniform.
“I needed to see your skills for myself, Commander. Eden Prime will be the first of…several missions together. We're almost there.”
Commander Shepard knelt there between her two superiors, cum soaking into her like the slut she was always branding herself as. If she was strong, a real Alliance Officer with real respect, she'd never be in this position. Instead she just knelt there covered in cum as the men around her recovered, covering themselves back up with modesty. She didn't know what to say or what to do, so she did what she always did; shut up and do nothing.
Nihlus was about to say something more when Joker's voice came through the intercom,
“Captain! We’ve got a problem. Transmission from Eden Prime, sir. You better see this!”
Captain Anderson crossed the room in four large steps and clicked away at the telescreens. A moment later a massive image popped up of a beautiful woman's face. She was truly beautiful and for a moment irrational envy struck Shepard before she banished it from her mind. She didn't notice a particularly large globule of cum splatter from her breast onto her thigh. The woman on the screen backed up to a few steps to reveal she was in an Alliance battle armor suit, hoisting an assault rifle.
“We are under attack! Taking heavy casualties. I repeat: heavy casualties!”
She squeezed off a few shots at a target off screen and a mechanical skittering noise could be heard. Something knocked the camera onto its side, revealing the sky above the colony. Fear struck Shepard's heart then; an absolutely gargantuan ship rose from the colony. Lightning was zapping off the sides of the dreadnaught as it rose through the clouds. She'd never seen anything like that, and ship designs were one of her specialties. The fear of the unknown, the fear of something so large being unknown, struck at the cum-covered Alliance engineer.
The woman was shouting off screen again, still firing, “–eed evac! They came out of nowhere. We need -“
The image cut off abruptly, and Shepard had an ominous pit in her stomach that she knew why it abruptly ended.
Joker's voice filled the room again, “Everything cuts out after that. No comm traffic at all. Just goes dead. There’s nothing.”
Captain Anderson was already rewinding the footage to pause at the massive ship floating over the colony. Shepard couldn't look at it any more and looked away, down at the floor of the comms room. She didn't see the Captain press the intercom button, and say. “Take us in, Joker. Fast and quiet. This mission just got a lot more complicated.”
Shepard, full of panic, was in her safe place, cum-glazed hair draped over her face to give her some false sense of privacy. Nihlus' voice, quiet since this began, finally reached Shepard's ears, “A small strike team can move quickly without drawing attention. It’s our best chance to secure the beacon.”
“Grab your gear and meet us in the cargo hold,” the Captain of the Normandy agreed, before turning his eyes to look at the disgraced and cum-covered slut on her knees, “Tell Alenko and Jenkins to suit up, Commander. You’re going in.”
Shepard rose and wiped her face clean before rushing out of the room to gather her squadmates. She had cleaned most of the seed from her face and tits, but missed the stain dirtying her thigh. Kaiden didn't, however, smirking as he acknowledged his order to get ready. As she was suiting up herself and ready to head down to the colony, she realized she never really gave her consent to undergo the training and testing with Nihlus. It was with a heavy weight on her chest that she realized it didn't matter if she said yes or no. She had long ago found in her life that what she wanted never really mattered, least of all her consent.
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