Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Blowing Off Steam (Mass Effect)

Commission

Themes: Roleplay, Prostitution, Defeat Fetish

Summary: In which a Latina FemShep, all fit and curvy, indulges in some much needed stress relief after the events of Mass Effect 2~

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“Freeze! You’re under arrest!”
 
As Isabella Shepard, First Human Spectre and all around resurrected space zombie rushes into the room she does so alone and without armor, wielding nothing but a pistol that she points at the head of the Asari waiting for her in a chair.
 
Smirking easily, the Asari lifts her hands in surrender… but then her eyes flicker behind Shepard and she chuckles.
 
“Am I really?”
 
A moment later and the cool barrel of another pistol presses into the back of Shepard’s skull. Immediately, she’s the one that freezes in place, eyes wide as a gruff voice sounds from behind her.
 
“Gun, now.”
 
In the end, she’s forced to obey, lifting her own hands while the Asari lowers hers and flinching as the ‘bodyguard’ who got the drop on her yanks her gun from her hand and tosses it away. The gun at the back of her head never leaves, even as the Asari rises from her seat and lets out a chuckle.
 
“Ah… the great Commander Shepard… so easily captured.”
 
Isabella grits her teeth and narrows her eyes at that, the Latina vibrating with barely contained fury at her current situation… or so it might seem. In actuality, the beautiful woman, both fit and curvy… was actually vibrating with barely contained anticipation and excitement.
 
Looking her directly in the eye, the Asari doesn’t mince words.
 
“Strip.”
 
And with a gun to the back of her head, Shepard had no choice but to obey… or so it would seem. In actuality, this whole scenario was nothing more than roleplay. A roleplay that Shepard was currently engaging in with a pair of Aria’s prostitutes in a backroom on Omega. She’d more than earned this after the shit she’d seen in the Collector’s Base, Shepard figured. Sure, there was still a galaxy-ending apocalypse out there, but here and now… she needed to blow off some steam. And this was her opportunity to do so.
 
The Asari, playing a crime boss role not dissimilar to that of her employer, nods approvingly as Isabella exposes her fit Latina body to her eyes, revealing inch after inch of dusky caramel skin, along with certain things that she can’t stop like her rock hard nipples and the glistening arousal down between her legs. Soon enough, the human woman stands before the Asari wearing not a stitch of clothing.
 
Though she’s quickly reminded that it’s not just the two of them in the room when the one holding her at gunpoint reaches around and gives her chest a grope from behind, squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple, making Isabella yelp and then moan in surprise.
 
“Heh. Stupid human bitch. You’re all the same. Antagonistic cunts one moment and submissive sex pets the moment you realize just how out of your depths you are…”
 
Shepard shivers as the familiar tone of a Batarian washes over her. Batarian Society was literally based on slavery, and Shepard had had more than a few run-ins in her day with the slaving scum. So why had she specifically asked for a Batarian prostitute to tend to her needs? Why had she specifically told these two to act out this specific fantasy for her?
 
Simple. Isabella Shepard was fucked up in the head. She wished she could say it had something to do with being brought back to life as part of the Lazarus Project… but no. As much as that had fucked with her, this was something she’d been dealing with all her life. Something she’d fought against in order to get to where she was today.
 
Her innermost desires centered around loss of control, racism, and general all around roughness… directed at her. Yeah. She, Commander Shepard, Savior of the Citadel, First Human Spectre, and all around bad ass, had a defeat fetish and liked to be degraded and humiliated and treated like dogshit.
 
And yes, Isabella knew that Aria would likely find out about this. And if she wanted to blackmail her with this information, she probably could. But frankly, the Latina was simply past caring. She wanted this… she’d EARNED this.
 
Smirking at her now as the Batarian gropes her chest, the Asari steps forward and runs her hands down Shepard’s fit caramel-toned abs, then to her pussy mound. Isabella’s breath hitches and she shudders as the Asari begins touching her rather expertly… showing off how she’s played with human women before.
 
“Mm. Do you like the touch of my business partner, Commander? Is he right? Are you going to be our submissive sex pet from here on out?”
 
Quivering, Shepard tries her best not to give in TOO easily. Gritting her teeth and glaring daggers at the Asari, she snarls weakly.
 
“G-Go to h-hell…”
 
The Asari just giggles at that.
 
“That’s not a ‘no’~”
 
Then, she hooks two fingers up inside of Shepard’s cunt and YANKS, pulling her out of the Batarian’s grasp and away from his gun. Technically, that was a moment in which Isabella could have fought back and turned the tables. She was a highly trained operative after all. But that wasn’t the POINT. She was already naked anyways, and while in a real situation that might not have mattered… the Spectre lets it matter here. She lets it gnaw at her. Lets the humiliation seep in deep as she’s dragged over to a nearby table by her cunt and subsequently bent over it.
 
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the Asari pick up a massive dildo, which the blue-skinned alien woman than inserts into her own cunt, locking it in place. The technological strap-on, because that’s exactly what it is, whirs to life and even gives off a glow that somewhat reminds Shepard of the husks she’d been fighting since before her appointment to the rank of Spectre.
 
A shiver runs down her spine, even as the Asari pushes her into the table and leans in, moaning herself as she inserts the faux cock into Shepard’s cunt from behind. From what Isabella understands, the sex toy is providing sensations to the Asari like an actual prosthetic, allowing her to experience what it feels like to have a cock… and use it on a worthless little bitch like the Commander.
 
“Mmm, so tight… so wet… fuuuuck that’s good~”
 
The Asari plays her role well as she hilts herself inside of Shepard before beginning to fuck her hard and fast and damn near relentlessly. The table rocks and Shepard gasps before moaning wantonly, unable to hold back her voice any longer. She claws at the table, completely unable to do anything but get fucked from behind by this Asari ‘Crime Boss’. The powerful, capable Commander Shepard, reduced to a fuck toy in mere moments. Fuck it was hot.
 
It got even hotter when the barrel of the Batarian’s gun was suddenly pressed against her flesh again, this time her forehead. Shepard’s eyes go crossed just trying to look at it, and then she looks up into the Batarian’s four eyes as he grins and removes the gun just to slap his cock across her face in its place.
 
“Suck it, bitch.”
 
Shepard had ‘no choice’. Moaning wantonly, completely ‘defeated’, the beautiful Latina opens her mouth and takes his alien cock past her lips. He groans in response, before adding insult to injury and grabbing hold of her hair by the base of her ponytail.
 
“Look, even the human’s hairstyle is designed with the comfort of her betters in mind, haha!”
 
The Asari giggles at the Batarian’s joke, though obviously the crass words are meant more for Shepard than anything else. And he’s right. She had worn her long dark locks in a ponytail knowing full well that he would use it to force her head up and down his big fat Batarian cock.
 
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
He’s not nice about it either, but then that’s what Shepard asked for. She wanted it to be rough. She wanted it to HURT. Her fetishes were despicable and disgusting and Shepard knew that. She was worthless. A complete fucking loser who got off on being defeated, who got off on being degraded and humiliated. She deserved for it to be rough. If she couldn’t even beat a couple of aliens, then she deserved whatever they wanted to do to her.
 
“Oooh… she’s gotten even tighter since you started properly fucking her face. The human LOVES it. My word… are all humans so… weak? Worthless? Ready to submit?”
 
Chuckling at the Asari’s words, the Batarian just nods sagely as he gazes down into Isabella’s eyes, grinning wickedly.
 
“Oh yes. They really, truly are. I’m not that surprised that even the great Commander Shepard is no different. Frankly, I don’t know what those idiots were thinking, making any human a Spectre, let alone a submissive, idiot cunt like this one.”
 
“I know, right? She came in here, all fire and fury… and got taken down, just like that!”
 
As the two spit-roast her between them, talking casually to one another, Shepard is loving every bit of it. Obviously she knows that their words are mostly meant for her in the same way this whole thing is meant for her. But she has to admit… they’re wasted here as Aria’s prostitutes. Ignoring the few ‘plot holes’ in this defeat scenario is surprisingly easy, because both of them are consummate actors. She can really immerse herself in the moment and feel like she’s actually at their mercy so long as she ignores the numerous skills and openings she could use to get away if she really wanted to.
 
“… Let’s trade places, yeah? I want a taste of this bitch’s cunt?”
 
The Batarian’s suggestion causes the Asari to pause for a moment, though she doesn’t completely stop fucking Shepard.
 
“Oh? I’m afraid that will only be possible if you’re considering… purchasing the goods, so to speak.”
 
THAT in turn causes the Batarian to pause… and then laugh.
 
“You’d sell this fuck toy to me? Mm, now that IS tempting. Even as worthless as she’s turned out to be, the name Commander Shepard would still mean a LOT of credits. But if I’m going to make money on this deal, it has to be a fair price…”
 
“Well… you did manage to get the drop on her, so I suppose I owe you for that. A discount is certainly in order.”
 
As they haggle over her, Shepard’s eyes half-roll back in her head and she can’t help orgasming upon the Asari’s fake cock. They’re literally talking about selling her into slavery. About trading her back and forth like a piece of property. It’s so fucking hot. She loves it more than she cares to admit… loves the thought of just being turned into some rich fuck’s sex slave. Collared and leashed. Helpless and completely at someone else’s mercy.
 
Of course, it would mean the end of the galaxy, so she would never do it for real. Someone had to save the galaxy from the Reapers, and it was increasingly looking like that someone was going to have to be her. But… there was no harm in fantasizing about it, right?
 
“We have a deal.”
 
Blinking, Shepard looks up just in time to see the Batarian still fucking her face reach over her and clasp hands with the Asari still fucking her cunt. They shake on whatever imaginary price that they’ve decided to swap her for and then pull out of her holes in unison.
 
Laying there over the table, shaking and quivering, Isabella makes no move to try and get up or fight back, even as they move around to each side of her. Suddenly, she’s staring at the cybernetic dildo stuffed into the Asari’s cunt, glistening with her juices, while behind her the Batarian’s hands fall upon her ass, kneading her slightly pillowy Latina cheeks while his cock slides up to her freshly fucked cunt and slams right on in.
 
Squealing like a stuck pig, Shepard’s mouth opens nice and wide, allowing the Asari to stuff HER ‘cock’ right on in past those pouty lips of hers as well. For good measure, the alien woman also grabs Shepard by her ponytail and groans, even as she doesn’t immediately start thrusting away. Instead she just enjoys having the faux cock inside of Shepard’s mouth as Isabella slavishly worships it with her tongue, moving it all around the cybernetic dildo’s nooks and crannies, knowing that the Asari is feeling every little sensation from her doing so.
 
Behind her, of course, the Batarian isn’t letting up even a little bit. His groping of her ass turns into a spanking that turns into beating her cheeks silly like they’re a pair of bongo drums as he fucks her.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
“Hah! You weren’t wrong! The bitch is tight… and she gets even tighter when you hit her!”
 
Giggling once more, the Asari looks down into Shepard’s eyes and smirks.
 
“She’s quick to learn her place, isn’t she? Hm, perhaps you’re right. If someone like Shepard can be reduced to a sex toy for our amusement so quickly… maybe all humans are like that. Even their greatest champion is nothing more than a horny, submissive slut at the end of the day.”
 
“Damn straight.”
 
The casual racism, general roughness, and overall loss of control are all exactly what Shepard asked for. So obviously, hearing them denigrate not just her but her entire race is enough to cause her to tip over the edge yet again. The busty, beautiful Latina woman, for all her muscle and all her strength… cums and cums on her new Batarian Master’s cock, submitting through actions if not words as she’s choked upon the fake dick of the Asari ‘Crime Boss’.
 
She can’t say for sure how long this goes on. She kind of loses track of time at a certain point, allowing herself to get lost in the fantasy. She’s not Isabella Shepard, Commander of the Normandy, Spectre for the Citadel Council… she’s just a bitch. A fuck toy. A sex slave. She went charging in guns blazing and got chumped like no one’s business. Her own personal bad end, to be carted off by this Batarian Slaver and sold to some rich fuck.
 
No one would ever find her. No one would ever rescue her. She would be used and abused as someone’s slave for the rest of her days and she would deserve every bit of it because she was a sick fuck who got off on being humiliated and degraded and discriminated against.
 
Eyes rolling back in her head, Shepard cums again and again and again, losing track of everything but her pleasure and the voices of the two prostitutes as they play their roles to the hilt. Until finally…
 
“We hope you enjoyed our services today, miss.”
 
“If you did, please pass on your compliments to Mistress Aria for us. It would mean a lot.”
 
Hours and hours later, Isabella Shepard lays on the room’s bed and groans, slowly nodding as the two prostitutes both bow to her and then leave the room. She feels so wrung out… but also fucking amazing. Laying there for a moment, just luxuriating in how sore she is… Isabella smiles.
 
Then, she swings her legs off of the bed and hops up, whatever had been done to her over the course of Project Lazarus refusing to keep her down for long at all. With a sigh as she stretches out any kinks in her back, the beautiful Latina goes over and gets her clothes, getting dressed.
 
That was a nice detour and a lovely time… but now it was time to go save the galaxy. Even if she had to drag them through it kicking and screaming.

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