Chapter 6: The Commander Consideration

The Next Morning...

Shepard put on a pair of silver high heel sling backs, a tiny silver bikini and a silver slave collar under an overcoat that concealed what she was wearing. Bray and the other Batarian contact from Aria’s faction accompanied Shepard to the rendezvous spot in the apartments overlooking the marketplace.

Shepard walked into the apartment room and as per the instruction of Aria’s men she pretended to be held prisoner, then given a gun. The Blood Pack entered, which were just a large group of Vorcha. The leader spoke about how he was going to kill Shepard only to have Shepard reveal that she was not really bound and shoot the leader. The deal was with the second in command. He was ecstatic. He told Bray that he would follow what plan Aria had for them.

It was then when Bray had to break the news that he was the one running Aria’s crew now. The Vorcha leader did not take this really well.

“What do you mean Aria is no longer in charge?” Gryll said.

“I mean she is no longer in charge; I am!” Bray said.

“No good! My deal was with Aria, Bray” Gryll responded.

“I know, which is why I have a sweetener if you decide to overlook the last-minute switch” Bray said.

“What kind of sweetener?” Gryll asked.

“Slut take off your jacket” Bray ordered. Shepard nodded and undid her jacket only to reveal she was clad in a very skimpy silver bikini and a silver slave collar.

“You say yes now, I will let every one of your vorcha here have a go at her, I mean we are already in an apartment we have a bed right here. Put it to use, fuck the great commander Shepard, and lets seal the deal.” Bray offered.

Shepard shuddered as all eyes turned to her scantily clad form, her cheeks flush with humiliation. She knew she should feel outraged at being offered up like a common whore, but Javik’s conditioning had taken hold. A traitorous part of her was already growing wet at the prospect of being used by the Vorcha gang.

Gryll’s eyes raked over Shepard’s body hungrily, a lecherous grin spreading across his scarred face. “Well now, that’s quite the tempting offer,” he rasped. “The great Commander Shepard, reduced to a cheap fucktoy. I like it.”

Bray smirked, pleased with Gryll’s reaction. “So we have a deal then? You get your cocks wet in humanity’s finest and pledge your gang to the cause?”

Gryll nodded eagerly, already undoing his armor. “You’ve got yourself an alliance, Bray. Boys, form a line! It’s time to break in our new plaything.”

The Vorcha whooped and hollered, jostling for position as they surrounded Shepard. She trembled as clawed hands groped at her breasts and ass, tearing away her flimsy bikini.

“On your knees, bitch,” Gryll commanded, freeing his thick, veiny cock. “Time to put that pretty mouth to use.”

Shepard swallowed hard but obeyed, sinking to her knees before Gryll. His cock bobbed inches from her face, the musky scent of Vorcha musk filling her nostrils. She fought back a wave of revulsion, reminding herself that this was necessary to secure the Blood Pack’s allegiance.

“Open wide, whore,” Gryll growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “And you’d better work those lips good if you know what’s good for you.”

Without further preamble, he shoved his length past Shepard’s lips, forcing it deep into her throat. She gagged reflexively as he began to fuck her face with rough, animalistic thrusts.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he grunted, his cock glistening with her saliva. “Suck it good, you Alliance slut!”

The other Vorcha jeered and hooted, their own cocks already out and being stroked eagerly. Shepard could feel their hands roaming over her body, pinching and groping as Gryll used her mouth.

“My turn next!” one of them barked. “I wanna feel the great Shepard’s cunt squeezin’ my dick!”

Gryll pulled out with a wet pop, leaving Shepard gasping for air.

“Get on the bed, cumslut, time for you to earn your keep” Gryll ordered.

Shepard positioned herself on the bed, her legs spread lewdly as the next Vorcha climbed between them. She winced as he shoved himself inside her dripping channel with no preamble, stretching her tight walls around his girth.

“Ugh, she’s so fuckin’ tight!” the Vorcha grunted, hilting himself balls-deep. “Gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else!”

He set a brutal pace, slamming into Shepard over and over again. She could only lie back and take it, moaning shamelessly as the Vorcha used her like a living sex toy.

Another Vorcha straddled her chest, his cock slapping against her cheek demandingly. “Open up, cumdump!” he snarled. “Lips on dick Now!”