The Perils of Krogan Puberty Pt. 1 (Mass Effect)

The Perils of Krogan Puberty Pt. 1 (Mass Effect)

A/N: The Perils of Krogan Puberty was a four-part story originally written in June of 2017 and March of 2019. Compiling it into a two-shot for people to read here.

Summary: Grunt hits Krogan Puberty and is losing control of himself as a result. After careful analysis, Doctor Mordin Solus believes that neither masturbation or tranquilizers will work. One of the Normandy's crew is going to have to satisfy the Krogan until they get to Tuchanka. A female Shepard draws the short straw.

Themes: Hyper-Unrealistic Sex, Humiliation, Degradation, Mind Break

-x-X-x-

Commander Jane Shepard stood at the end of the conference table, her hands planted on the metal surface and her cropped crimson hair framing her furrowed brow and frowning face. The room was filled with the best that Shepard had managed to assemble since coming back to life and being tasked with combatting the Collectors by the Illusive Man.

The woman only had eyes for one of those people though, the Salarian male at the other end of the room whose just got done giving them a thirty minute explanation complete with a holographic slideshow. The news is not good, not that Shepard really expected it to be. After all, this meeting was only happening in the first place because Grunt, the Krogan clone that she'd ended up procuring in place of Okeer, had gone mental and attacked an Ensign for no reason.

Still, he was a member of the Normandy's crew and a strong fighter. That carried a lot of weight with the virtuous Commander, and she'd be damned if she didn't find a way to help him. But what Mordin had just explained left her more than a little put off by the Salarian's words.

"Let me see if I understand you Doctor. Grunt is going through Krogan... puberty?"

Mordin blinked those big alien eyes of his.

"Indeed Shepard. Cloning Pod designed to accelerate growth. Inevitable that this would come to pass."

The red head nodded slowly, pursing her lips together and thinking for a long moment.

"What do you suggest doctor?"

Blinking again, Mordin gesticulated with his hands in a manner that actually made Shepard think the Salarian was uncomfortable, for one of the first times she'd ever seen.

"Temporary measures ineffective, possibly completely so. Increased self-gratification or tranquilizers would be acceptable normally. Not here."

The Salarian actually pauses to collect himself, and now Shepard knows he's embarrassed. A pit begins to form in her stomach.

"Eventually, Grunt will go insane. Volunteer needed to satisfy Krogan mating instincts before then. Needed until arrival on Tuchanka."

The meaning of Mordin's words wash over those assembled, and before Shepard can say anything, Jack is up out of her seat.

"Well, that makes the course of action pretty clear, don't it? Fucking kill the Krogan before he goes berserk and kills all of us. Can't keep him under can we? And I ain't fuckin' getting split in half by a Krogan cock."

"As much as I hate to agree with Jack, she's right. The Normandy's bulkheads and doors are not rated to stop a rampaging Krogan indefinitely. We cannot hold him, if he truly goes feral. Best to put the alien out of his misery now, lest he endanger the crew further than he already has."

It's surprising; to see Miranda stepping in to agree with Jack on anything, though if it was going to be something Jane supposed it would be this. The two women were constantly at each other's throats, and neither was very happy with her either after she came back from a mission and found them literally about to come to physical blows the last time.

Shepard had stopped the fighting with some harsh antagonistic words for the both of them. The red head didn't regret what she'd said, even if it had soured her relationship with both the Cerberus Agent and the Cerberus Experiment. Now, that was coming to this, when two people who hated each other with a burning inner passion, were conspiring to kill another of her team. No, Shepard wouldn't allow it.

"No. We're not killing Grunt. He is a valuable asset and a member of this crew just like anyone else at this table."

There was outrage from the two women she'd just overruled, and Shepard had to admit to being a little taken aback by what a poignant force the two made when they were in agreement. Not that she let that show on her face.

"Need I remind you Shepard, the Krogan broke three of the Ensign's ribs? Next time it could be a crew member's skull, or even one of our skulls."

"If that fuckface gets it in his head to ram a hole through the ship with one of his fucking charges, we're all in deep shit Shepard. I like breathing air and not deep space, thanks very much!"

The two stopped, realizing they had both shouted at Shepard at the same time, and turning their gazes to one another appraisingly as they realized, long after the Commander had, that they were in agreement for once. Gritting her teeth, the red head just wished it could have been about something a little more productive. But she supposed when it came to these two, this was about all she could expect.

"Miranda, Jack. Stand down, now. That's an order. Miranda, I don't need the speciest telling me what alien crew member to put down next, and Jack, I'm not interested in hearing from the ticking time bomb why we shouldn't let threats lounge about the ship. Grunt is one of us, and I'll be damned if I'm going to space him on either of your say so. Now shut the hell up!"

Both women settle back into their seats, though Jack makes a point of baring her teeth menacingly at Shepard as she does so, a low snarl in her throat even as she obeys. Jane ignores it with the practiced ease of a military officer and with her arms crossed over her chest and her lips pursed; she places her focus back on the Salarian at the other end of the table.

The rest of the team has been quiet, seeming content to let Shepard make the call. Of course it would only be Miranda and Jack that she'd have a problem with...

"Mordin. Is there no other way?"

The Salarian just shakes his head.

"Have exhausted all options. Remaining paths clear. Death... or relief."

Letting out an explosive breath, Shepard looks around the table at the faces of her team. Of course, there aren't going to be any volunteers. Nobody is looking to try and jump on a Krogan cock, nobody sane anyways. And of course, even Kasumi who is definitely a bit insane doesn't look interested at all. As well, Shepard already knows Jack's opinion on the matter and the crazy biotic is sneering at her now.

"Fine. We'll draw lots. Whoever gets the short end will be conscripted for this work, at double the pay. No disagreements."

There's plenty of disagreement, but in the end Shepard is in charge. The Commander eventually has everyone on the team who could possibly survive a Krogan's frenzied mating down, including herself. A minute later and the results are floating in the center of the table, a name for who exactly would be... servicing Grunt for the next week it would take them to get to Tuchanka.

Shepard's stomach was twisted into knots as she stared at her own name, floating there in bright orange letters.

"Hah!"

"Oh dear..."

Jack and Miranda respectively, both with glee in their tones though the Cerberus agent hid it better than her experiment counterpart. Much better, as Jack practically leaped out of her chair with a whoop and a cackle, bounding around the room. The biotic only stopped once in a while to point and laugh at Shepard where the crimson haired woman stood frozen in place, still staring at her name, her fingers clawing into the metal conference table and leaving actual marks in the surface.

Her mind was racing a hundred miles a minute and she found herself trying to think of a way out of the fate she'd consigned herself to.

"I..."

"Well Commander, I have to say, you're a bigger woman than I. Taking on a task like this... well I suppose it's like you said, Grunt really is a valued crew member. We can't possibly let him suffer like this any longer. I can at least admit when I'm wrong Commander. You were right."

Slowly, Jane's eyes track to Miranda's smirking smug face, the Cerberus Agent's own eyes glimmering with mischief and sadistic joy at the situation that Shepard now found herself in. As Miranda had just handily reminded her, there was no way out of this. After her words regarding Grunt's value, she couldn't back out now. She'd lose the respect of the entire crew at this point, as soon as it got out what choice she'd made.

Gritting her teeth, Shepard was silent as Jack finally came to a stop beside her, laying an arm across the red head's shoulders and speaking to the room at large, though the words were clearly meant for her.

"Gods people, let's have a round of applause for our amazing Commander! What she's doing, this is the kind of heroism and bravery they talk about in the history books!"

Jack proceeded to clap loudly and obnoxiously, but nobody else joined in. Though Miranda looked like she wanted to. Not to be deterred, Subject Zero kept it up with a wide grin across her face.

"You know, I've heard a lot about Krogan over the years. You can't live the kind of life I've lived and not find out just what kind of alien cocks are out there. You know anything about Krogan dick Shepard? I'll give you some pointers."

The room was silent as Jack nattered on. Nobody was willing to shut the crazy biotic down, not when Shepard was still frozen in place not doing anything. The Commander herself was barely listening to Jack, though she was still getting the information. Her mind was far more focused on nightmarish fantasies about what she was going to have to go through.

"First, you gotta know about the size. I know, I know, you probably think you already know that a Krogan is gonna be big. But big? That's an understatement! Krogans, according to this fancy smancy scientist type I knew once, apparently have the largest prick to body ratio in the entire known galaxy! Bet the Salarian knows what I'm talking about! Eh, Mordin? Back me up!"

At being called out, the Doctor gave a single nod confirming what Jack was saying, not that Shepard really noticed. Jack just grinned viciously and continued on with her spiel.

"And of course, big dicks like those, they gotta have the kind of biological whatever to handle them. Krogan stamina translates to the bed, is what I'm saying. Though they really don't bother with beds I'm pretty sure. Hey Shepard, while Grunt's fucking you, don't let him destroy the ship with the force of his thrusting alright? Only other thing you've got to worry about is the cum volume. Apparently, they fucking produce the most semen in the galaxy as well! Hah, makes sense, given how the Salarians had to genophage the overbreeding big fucks!"

It was too much. Finally Shepard was able to move. The first thing she did was let go of the table, which now had distinctive gouges in it from her fingers. The Commander stepped back right out from under Jack's arm and nearly caused the cackling biotic to fall off balance. As Jack got up, Jane swept her gaze over the room in what she hoped was still a domineering manner.

"No information on this or Grunt's predicament is to be given to the rest of the crew. That is an order."

Then she leaves, turning and departing from the conference room at as fast a pace as she can walk, her hands clenched into fists and her lips pursed together in impotent rage. She had to do it. She had to go through with it now. There was no turning back for her.

-x-X-x-

Needless to say, the Commander's next sleep cycle was not the best. As a result, when she made her way through the Normandy the next 'morning', she was more than a little groggy. But that didn't stop Jane from twigging onto the fact that something was up eventually. As she passed crew members in the halls, she got the usual salutes and straight backed discipline that she expected from them, even if most of them were Cerberus rather than actual Systems Alliance military.

But at the same time, there was something more than just their usual discipline, something she kept seeing in their eyes. In a few, there was a pity for her that had never been there before. More, mostly men, are looking at her with a cocky smug glint to their gaze that she thought she'd escaped back when she'd become N7. The kind of look that told her just what they wanted to do to her in their sick twisted little brains.

The majority however, held her in contempt. There was disgust in the largest portion of the Cerberus crew's eyes. It was the disgust that told Shepard what had happened. Someone had leaked the information discussed in that private meeting against her express orders, and now it seemed like the entire crew knew exactly what she had to do to save Grunt.

Knowing that fact made Shepard tense up visibly, her walking turning almost robotic and stilted as she made her way through the ship, her hands balled into fists. The final straw came when an older gentleman passed her by after saluting, and she caught the word he tried to pass under his breath.

"Slut."

Shepard's eyes widened and she stood stock still for a moment, knowing if she turned around she would rip the fucker's spleen out of his body and stuff it down his throat. After a moment, feeling the pinprick of actual tears at the corner of her eyes, the red head continued on her way, trying to put as much distance between herself and the crew member as she could before she did something she'd regret.

That was the state she was in when she came across Miranda and Jack, and the state they got to see her in as a result. Shepard was completely knocked out of her almost tearful rage by the complete and utter shock of finding the Cerberus Agent and the Cerberus Experiment engaging in cordial conversation. More than that, the two were laughing together as Shepard approached.

They stopped as she walked up, turning to face her. Shepard felt a sort of righteous anger in her now, and used that as fuel to keep from breaking down and crying. Instead, she got in their faces and barked out orders.

"You two! I thought I told you to stay a deck away from each other at all times! I don't need either of you starting a fight that will jeopardize our mission! Not now!"

Both women smirked at her, clearly seeing through the façade. Miranda shrugged her shoulders easily.

"Jack and I are just fine Commander, don't you worry about that. Rather, shouldn't you be concerned about that anonymous email that someone sent out a few hours ago?"

Jane tensed up at that, and Jack took the chance to jump in, the bald psycho biotic grinning like a loon.

"Yeah Shepard, Miranda here was just being kind enough to let me read the one she got, as I don't really use that account you all set me up with. Man, that's some rough stuff. Looks like someone disobeyed your orders!"

She was practically crowing, the bitch not even bothering to contain her glee. Knowing what she was going to hear but feeling compelled to ask anyways, Shepard spoke quietly.

"What are you talking about?"

Miranda stepped in again, the two vindictive slighted women bouncing Shepard's attention back and forth between them expertly and keeping her off balance as a result.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid that the entire crew has been informed of what's happening with Grunt right now Commander. More than that, whoever sent the email told everyone exactly what you're going to be doing with Grunt for the next few days until we can get to Tuchanka. It also contains instructions to not enter Grunt's room under any circumstances, for safety purposes of course."

Jane looks between the other two women in silence for a long moment, her eyes wide as they darted back and forth between the smug looks on Jack and Miranda's respective faces.

"You two. You did this. You disobeyed a direct order from your commanding officer and sent out this email."

Jack let out an exaggerated gasp and placed her hand over her heart, splaying out her long fingers across her slight chest.

"Why, I would NEVER Shepard! Hell, I'll have you know that I've never even logged into my account! You won't find any emails sent from me of that nature!"

Forced to admit that Jack was pretty much right in her defense, the crimson haired commander turned her accusing gaze on Miranda. The Cerberus operative just smiled in response.

"Commander, I would certainly never be so petty or vindictive as to do such a thing. I know the chain of command and where you and I both are on it. I follow your orders to the letter, even if I may not always agree with your decisions. I promise you that."

Even Jack looked at Miranda for a half-beat, the bald biotic's incredulous look washed away only a moment later as she tried to cover up her giggles. Jane opened her mouth to respond, an angry retort perhaps, or a demand for Miranda to hand her Omni-tool over. But the dark haired woman pre-empted Shepard before she could get a word in edgewise.

"Have you looked at the time Commander? According to Mordin's calculations, Grunt only has another couple of hours before he loses his mind to his lust and his desire. Shouldn't you be headed over there to... take care of things? After all, the Krogan clone is a valued component of the team and a necessary member of the crew, right? I would hate for anything to happen to him because we distracted you Commander."

Her nostrils flared in barely contained rage, but Miranda wasn't wrong. Shepard didn't have time to interrogate the two of them more closely, nor did she have time to investigate Miranda's Omni-Tool to find out if it sent out the email. As she pushed past the two snickering women and moved down the corridor to her final destination, Jane made a promise to herself that she would follow up, once she was finished doing what needed to be done.

-x-X-x-

Approaching Grunt's door was one of the hardest things the crimson haired woman had ever had to do, in her entire life. And Shepard had been through some pretty fucked up shit. It was that thought that allowed her to steel her own nerves and move in towards his door finally. Jane regretted it immediately, as the first thing she noticed was the musky heady scent wafting from inside the sealed room.

For the Krogan's musk to be so strong as to penetrate a bulkhead... Shepard grimaced as she felt herself getting a little weak in the knees, her pussy growing wet with involuntary arousal. Moving to open the door to Grunt's room so she can get this all over with, Jane is stopped when EDI's voice suddenly comes over the ship-wide intercom.

The Commander pauses to listen, hoping against all hope that it's something critical, something she had to take care of. Even, deep down inside, she hopes it might be something worth consigning Grunt to his death so she has an excuse for why she was forced to let him go insane and forced to put him down. It's nothing of the sort of course, and as EDI speaks, Shepard's heart sinks into the pit of her stomach.

"Attention all crew members. This is a message written by Commander Shepard, to all crew members. Please stop what you are currently doing in a safe manner and listen carefully. As many of you have no doubt read in the email sent out this morning, I, Commander Jane Shepard, will be assisting our resident Krogan as he goes through puberty, and making sure he gets all of the sexual satisfaction he needs as we make our way to Tuchanka so that he may be helped by his own people."

"Because of this, I ask that during the next few days you do not approach Grunt's quarters for any reason. Do not try to investigate any of the sounds you hear coming from it. The room will be monitored while I am helping Grunt, for my own personal safety. No permanent harm will come to me. Commander Shepard out."

The message ended and Shepard found herself nearly hyperventilating, breathing in and out of her open mouth as she had a minor panic attack. With that message, she knew she'd just lost the respect of every member of the Normandy's crew. There was nothing that she could do about that now though, and she was already in this, so it was time to see things through.

Gritting her teeth, Shepard finally activated the door panel and stepped inside Grunt's room, noting with some fatalistic finality, the door closing and locking behind her. Grunt was sitting on a reinforced bunk on the other side of the room when she entered, but he stood up as soon as he noticed her.

"Commander."

Jane's eyes trailed up and down the Krogan's body; the Krogan's very naked body. It seemed at some point Grunt had decided to forego clothes or armor altogether, probably as a product of the uncomfortable sensations his body was no doubt going through. His cock hung between his legs, completely soft yet still almost larger than her entire arm.

She didn't linger on that though, focusing instead on Grunt's face as she took a step forward. Shepard intended to make this a quick affair. She wasn't the kind of woman who liked to be on the bottom. Her few lovers before now, all human, had learned that the only happy Shepard was a Shepard that was on top. It might take her some effort, but if she could just get Grunt down on the ground and mount him, she could maintain control of the situation. Riding him to completion was infinitely preferable to falling prey to that giant Krogan dick and letting him do whatever he wanted with her.

That attitude falters almost immediately as Shepard takes another step forward and the musk she'd been breathing in for minutes now finally began to truly hit her. The arousal was far more than the minor trickle she'd dealt with outside the room, her pussy nearly gushing as she tried to stay steady. The crimson haired commander's eyes trail back down to Grunt's groin, and she realizes that she can see his cock slowly growing right in front of her, her mere presence waking up his slumbering behemoth of a member.

"... Commander?"

Grunt's tone is hesitant and even respectful. It's clear the Krogan is trying to stay calm and clear headed with her, despite his obvious urges. For a Krogan in the middle of puberty, he's remarkably well mannered. Until of course, Jane drops all pretense of being in control. Finally losing her battle with gravity, the beautiful red head finds herself sinking to the floor, her face flushed red, her eyes locked on Grunt's huge alien prick, and her hands limp at her side.

Her knees touch the ground and Grunt's entire demeanor changes as a large toothy grin spreads across his shark like face and he begins to amble forward towards the submitting woman.

"Should have known Shepard. You may be a tough badass bitch in battle, but you're still just another female aren't you? Just another cunt to be fucked."

The Krogan's mating instincts were taking over, and if Shepard was going to give up, Grunt certainly wasn't going to fight his urge anymore. This was why she was here, wasn't it? With a satisfied grunt, the Krogan grabbed hold of Jane's short red hair and pulled her head up a little so that her lips were more in line with his still growing member. Pressing the tip against her mouth hole, Grunt let out a snort and began to push.

Shepard's lips opened immediately, parting around the gargantuan tip of his cock and allowing him to shove the first couple inches into her mouth. Grunt gripped her head with both hands now as he forcefully pushed his member past her lips. Jane's jaw stretched uncomfortably wide, and though Grunt didn't know it, she probably would have dislocated it then and there if she hadn't been rebuilt and enhanced by Cerberus.

But then, her enhancements were part of the reason she was even on the list of potential partners for Grunt in the first place. She'd known going in that this was something to be survived, not won. Even if she'd deluded herself into thinking she could stay on top, the red haired commander had always known deep down that it would turn out like this. As Grunt forced his huge girth down the back of her throat and into her esophagus, his prick bulging obscenely out of the front of her neck, All Shepard could do was endure... and choke of course.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! GAGKH GAGKH GAGKH GAGKH!"

The Krogan wasted no time in making use of Shepard's mouth as his own personal fuck hole. Once he had his length buried as far down inside of her neck as he could manage, which was still only half of the Krogan's impressive gargantuan member, he began to slide back and forth, driving his cock in and out of Shepard's poor abused throat and face fucking the hell out of the proud woman until she was a sobbing, drooling, slobbering wreck of a bitch.

"I am Rarloc. He is Grontor. We are of Clan Gatatog. You know us and we know you."

Oh dear. Shepard knows exactly who Clan Gatatog is, the memory of Grunt taking down Gatatog Uvenk and five of his bodyguards almost entirely alone still fresh in the woman's head. It had been unbelievably hot, and she'd ended up letting Grunt bend her over in his quarters only an hour later after they'd returned to the ship, his blood riled up by the fighting and his lust riled up right alongside it.

Even now Shepard could hear Grunt's breathing change. The Krogan's carefree attitude bled away, and he was no longer quite as jovial as he had been.

"I know you yes. I know I killed your damnable clan leader and five of his best with my fucking bare hands because he dared to question my strength not once, not twice, but thrice! Your clan tried to stand in the way of my Rite of Passage. You failed."

Grunt's words are final and more than a little intimidating. The two Gatatog Krogan currently standing at their table are either arrogant or stupid, or possibly both, because neither of them back down. Instead, a slammed fist on the top of the table causes Shepard to flinch as the voice of the one who'd introduced them sounds out again.

"You are not worthy of being called Krogan. And your human pet is a disgrace to her own people as well. A worthless wretch falling for a tank-bred. Hah, she is as weak as you are!"

Her Krogan is getting angrier and angrier, and Jane bites her lower lip as she sees him tensing up, unsure if she wants to try and de-escalate things, or if she wants to see the fight happen, if only because of how hot and bothered she's sure it will make her. But then the other Krogan speaks for the first time and Jane immediately knows she's sealed his and his battle-brother's fate.

"Of course, we can forgive such insults to the Krogan race. For a price. Give us Shepard for a week and we'll run her through her paces. Make sure she's worthy of the silly honorary position she's been given by Clan Urdnot. Once we're finished with her, you can have what's left tank-bred."

Grunt's response was a roar as he came up from his seat, flipping the table into the two Krogan from Clan Gatatog and charging forward into the fray. Shepard had seen the writing on the wall early enough that she was plastered back against the bottom of the other side of the corner, Grunt's heavy feet stampeding past her only about an inch from bowling her over. Paling, the Spectre rose to her feet as she watched the three Krogan begin to brawl.

The red head squirmed a little, her thighs shifting together from the arousal of watching the big hulking aliens fight over her. Though it could barely be called a fight given the short length of the altercation. Grunt tore the two natural-born Krogan apart, his superior strength and his tank-taught tactics carrying him through with ease.

Still, the ensuing violence ended up destroying half the bar and driving away every single patron as well as the staff, before finally Grunt managed to slam both of the Krogan face first into the ground by gripping onto their crests. Releasing them, the victorious Krogan straightened up, watching for a moment as his opponents slowly crawled away from him, only getting to their feet when they were at the entrance of the Dark Star Lounge, and limping out of the place from there.

Grunt gave a satisfied snort, his clenched fists uncurling back into hands as he turned to Shepard. The moment he saw the flushed human woman, he caught the scent of her arousal in the air and then realized just how aroused he currently was as well. There was nothing like the feeling of battle to get the engine going, and Shepard definitely seemed to understand that. He liked that about her. Stomping towards the human woman he'd made into his slut, the Krogan snarls as he towers over her.

"On your knees slut, my balls still itch and now my cock needs sucking as well from that skilled little mouth of yours."

Jane goes wide eyed and a moment later pleads with the Krogan.

"W-wait, Grunt this still isn't the best place for this! Even more so now! There's going to be C-Sec swarming the area any moment!"

The domineering Krogan just snorts and begins reaching for the clasps on his cod piece all the same.

"I could care less Shepard; if they try to stop me I'll just beat them into submission too."

Hearing C-Sec approaching at a run, the Commander lashes out with her hand, grabbing Grunt's wrist.

"Wait... just... wait. Give me a second."

Grunt snorts at that, but pulls his hand back, standing still as the C-Sec officers fill the lounge, guns tracking and trying to find the culprit. They immediately lower their weapons as Shepard steps forward, the crimson haired woman holding up her hands and zeroing in on the highest ranking member of the group.

"Officer, I need you and your men to leave the area immediately, this is Spectre business! Furthermore, I need this entire floor and cleared and everyone prevented from entering the premises until I order otherwise! N-no matter what you hear, you must stay back!"

Shepard lets out a sigh of relief as C-Sec moves to obey. Thankfully she still has this much authority, even if she's the laughing stock of her ship and even here she's reduced to a Krogan's sex toy. Suddenly Grunt's hand is on her ass, squeezing her firm behind through her armor, and Jane tenses up, whimpering in order to keep the moan of need from escaping her tightly pressed together lips.

To distract herself from Grunt's casual molestation as they wait for C-Sec to come through, Shepard brings up her Omni-tool and connects to EDI.

"Greetings Commander, what can I do for you?"

Taking a slow breath, the woman tries to steady her voice, speaking as casually as possible.

"EDI, I just want you to let the crew know that I'll be out for a little longer than expected. We'll be leaving the Citadel tomorrow instead of tonight."

There's a pause and then the AI's voice sounds off again.

"And will the Krogan Grunt be with you Commander?"

Shepard's eyes drift shut as she grimaces. Her head drops in shame as she answers the question in a small voice.

"... Yes."

Then she shuts off the connection, just in time for the confirmation from C-Sec that her orders had been carried out came over her Omni-tool. Letting out a breath of relief, Shepard shuts off the entire device and abruptly turns around, facing Grunt and giving him a sultry smile as she slowly descends to her knees in front of him.

"Just you and me now big boy. Now, let's take a look at the big hard problem you're dealing with. See if I can't help trouble shoot it."

Grunt gave an approving snort and stood there as Shepard finally undid the clasps on his cod piece with shaking fingers, pulling the armor away and yelping as his huge Krogan member flopped out of what must have been painful confinement, smacking across her face in its entirety. Shepard instinctively breathed in and got a massive whiff of Krogan arousal from the sex organ that sent her into a mini-orgasm right then and there. A wanton moan left the red head's mouth as she nuzzled Grunt's length. One hand came up to stroke his shaft while the other moved under him to fondle the Krogan's four warm hanging testicles.

"Get on with it cunt, stop wasting my time."

As soon as the words left his mouth they were followed with a flaring of Grunt's nostrils as Shepard immediately took the tip of his engorged prick in between her lips, sucking him into her mouth as her jaw stretched wider and wider to accommodate the giant shaft. Cerberus probably hadn't meant for their money and their hard work in reassembling and improving Jane's body to be used this way, but they didn't really have a say in it at this point.

As a matter of fact, neither did Jane by now. Breathing in Grunt's scent, drinking down his precum, the red head was completely and utterly intoxicated, reduced in mere moments to the Krogan bitch she was now, underneath that thin veneer that was left of the Commander and Spectre she'd once been. Shepard moaned happily around Grunt's cock as she bobbed her head back and forth along the first half of his shaft, but that was never going to be enough and they both knew it.

With an eager growl that sent another flood of arousal through the slut, Grunt reached down and grabbed hold of Shepard's crimson hair, using his grip on her head to drive his cock forward down her throat, forcing the entirety of his huge Krogan dick into her mouth, until he was buried in her esophagus to his hilt, and her nose was being tickled by his pubes. Meanwhile, his balls were slapping against her chin as she struggled to continue fondling them, her eyes slowly rolling back in her head from lack of air as she choked on the giant alien member.

"Hulgkh, hulgkh, hulgkh."

Grunt lets out a triumphant roar into the air above them as he continues holding her face against his crotch, her tight throat spasming desperately around his cock and clenching down rhythmically. It's clear that Grunt is feeling a bit pent up, because the Krogan cums shortly after, his first load of seed coming hard and fast and leaving Shepard something entirely new to choke on.

Jane really did pass out for a brief moment as alien cum expelled violently from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her chest plate as her eyes completely rolled back in her head. Not that Grunt cared, knowing perfectly well by now exactly how much Shepard could take. He only pulled free of her poor throat when he was fully done, and then he grabbed the limp armored woman up in one hand, dragging her over to a nearby table that had managed not to get overturned and throwing her face down across it.

The red head woke up to Grunt practically tearing her lower armor plates off of her body along with literally tearing her under suit open to expose her ass and her cunt to his gaze and more importantly to his huge cock. Shepard only had a moment to get her hands up and cover her mouth before he was plunging into her pussy from behind with the entirety of his lubed up length, shoving every inch of his huge slab of Krogan meat inside of her without hesitation or preparation.

The cry of pleasure that threatened to tear its way free of Shepard's throat was caught by her hands, but as Grunt hooked his fingers into the belt of her armor and began to rail against her, Jane couldn't quite keep her mouth covered, forced to brace herself against the table as she was thoroughly fucked, and not able to quiet her voice any longer.

"Oh GOD! OH FUCK ME, YES GRUNT YES! HNNNGH! YOU'RE SO BIG YOU GIANT FUCKING ALPHA MALE! FUCK ME YOU KROGAN FUCKER! TAKE ME, ABUSE ME, BREAK MEEEEE!"

Shepard came at the end of her heart felt explicative laced cry, her body shaking under Grunt's thrusting and her cunt coating his member in her pussy juices. Panting heavily, it's all Jane can do to endure the rough alien sex from the monster currently buried deep inside of her. Her once tight passage has been carved out to fit the Krogan's massive girth, and now she spends most of her time gaping, until of course he fills her up once more. Having Grunt's dick inside of her is the only time Shepard feels normal anymore.

Being stuffed with Krogan cock is... she's addicted to it, and the Commander knows it. This is her life now, being Grunt's cunt, his cocksleeve. And she loves every moment of it. Shepard lets out another shout as she cums again, not caring anymore who hears her very audible orgasms. C-Sec has cleared the level, but the officers are still undoubtedly nearby, watching the entrances to make sure no one came in at the very least.

Those sentients could undoubtedly hear Shepard's lewd voice as Grunt fucked climax after climax from her slutty body. In the end, her pussy clenched down around his pistoning cock one too many times and finally she milked another load of seed from him, luxuriating in the feel of his cum filling up her womb to the brim and then some. But Grunt was still not done, not that he would be any time soon.

Still, there was one last hole he had not yet taken care of, and as he pulled free of her pussy and his seed spilled out onto the floor after him; the Krogan spread Shepard's butt cheeks wide, staring at the puckered ring of her asshole for a brief moment. Then he fit the tip of his still hard member against her sphincter and began to push in.

As Shepard took Grunt's cock up her ass, she had a brief moment of clarity through the haze. Nothing like a giant alien dick up your behind to bring you to full alertness. In that moment, Shepard saw something that until now she'd been missing. She had thought the lounge was entirely deserted, but right in front of her, twenty feet away, there was a booth that still had its privacy screen up. And through that opaque privacy screen, Shepard could see a white light.

It took the Commander a moment to realize what it was. Someone was in there, and they were recording this entire exchange. They were videotaping her humiliation and degradation at the hands of the tank-bred Krogan currently fucking her ass. Jane opened her mouth immediately. She'd tell Grunt, and he would put an end to it hopefully.

"Grunt, I-ack! Grrggggh!"

As soon as Jane opened her mouth, Grunt's fingers were there. He hooked a large digit into either side of her mouth, snapping her head backwards and forcing her back to arch as he used this new position to relentlessly plow her asshole. The more critical thing though was that his action served to act as a sort of gag for the Commander, his fingers pulling on either side of her mouth and stopping her from articulating a single word.

"Shut up cunt, you speak when spoken to you or not at all."

His words sent Jane into another orgasm spiral as tears fell from her eyes. Grunt was fucking her ass while someone recorded it from behind that privacy screen, and the Spectre had no way of telling him or of stopping it herself. A sudden terrifying thought struck the red head as she was continually railed up the butt, Grunt's cock never stopping nor resting its anal plundering of her poor behind.

What if they weren't just recording this, but actually streaming it? Shepard shuddered in a painful mixture of horror and arousal. The Commander couldn't help imagining that the video of her being fucked and filled with cum in every hole by Krogan cock was currently being broadcast across the Extranet. Her reputation would be ruined in an instant, just like it had been with her crew. She would be less than dirt in the eyes of both her own species and most of the other alien races that made up the Council.

Her ranks would be stripped from her, and she would be made an example of by the Systems Alliance and the Council both. After all, neither a Commander nor a Spectre could possibly be so weak as to become a submissive addict to Krogan cock. Shepard would become a tale of warning told in dive bars across the cosmos. A story of how even the strongest woman could be brought low by the right dick.

She would have nothing left, nothing but Grunt and his cock. Shepard could see it then and there, her new life, truly reduced to nothing but a Krogan cocksleeve by the public knowledge that that was what she always had been. In that instant, Jane Shepard saw stars, followed by white as she hit her peak and experienced the most powerful, most explosive orgasm that she'd ever felt.

As Grunt's cock continued to thrust nonstop into her asshole, Shepard came so hard that she passed out, dropping forward as he let go of her mouth and laying limply across the table, her body only moving when Grunt moved it with a powerful thrust, her tits sliding back and forth across the cold surface as Shepard lay there insensate, completely and utterly helpless.

Eventually she woke back up, but it was just more of the same in the next several hours. Grunt took her every hole again and again, filling her with several liters of cum and leaving her stuffed to the brim. When he was done with that, he started just cumming on her, covering her armor in his jizz and then pulling that off piece by piece so he could maul her breasts and cover her naked body in seed as well.

Grunt was only satisfied when Jane was well and truly marked as his, laying in a pool of her own pussy juices mixed with a truly ridiculous amount of cum. The red head, though her crimson hair was streaked with so much white that its color almost couldn't be discerned at this point, looked up at the Krogan male through bleary eyes as his cock finally softened.

"I'll see you back at the ship Shepard."

The tank-bred Krogan looks none the worse for wear as he casually picks up his codpiece and puts it back in place, looking practically like he'd just walked in. But then of course, he had just finished toweling himself off of his and her juices. Still, Grunt wasn't even tired as he turned on his heel and departed the lounge. Meanwhile Shepard was utterly exhausted, barely even capable of moving.

She heard the click clack of heels across the hard floor and with monumental effort, turned her head to face whoever had been recording them from behind the privacy screen. Her eyes widen at the sight of Khalisah al-Jilani, who just grins down at her evilly, the handheld camera in her hand and her other hand resting against her cocked hip as she looks Shepard over.

The reporter doesn't say a word, instead departing for a second. Then, she comes back and Jane can see the cam bot from before floating beside Khalisah as the dark skinned woman begins talking.

"As you can see behind me, the great Commander Jane Shepard, first human to ever become a Council Spectre, has been revealed to be a fraud. She is in fact, a complete and utter whore, addicted and desperate for what seems to be Krogan cock. The Commander has betrayed the Alliance and willingly submitted herself in a very intimate manner to an alien race."

The cam bot was still recording judging by the white light coming off of it, when Khalisah turned around and lifted a foot, bringing it down on one of Jane's naked tits and grinding the heel down into the sensitive flesh, drawing a groan of pain mixed with a moan of pleasure from the defenseless red head. The look of unadulterated glee on Khalisah's face makes Shepard feel nothing but humiliation. That humiliation is only compounded by the reporter's next words.

"You had all that time to make sure the bar was actually empty while you were waiting for C-Sec to clear the level for you. But you wasted it sending a message to your ship about how you were going to be held up, because you couldn't wait to be that Krogan's pathetic little whore."

Khalisah punctuated each of the last three words of her condemnation by grinding her foot down harder on Shepard's tit, taking great delight in the woman's helpless state.

"I guess I shouldn't have expected anything else from someone like you. Though I have to say, the way you took that Krogan's cock was impressive. I'm woman enough to admit that. He'd break me in half, but you're built so damn tough it seems. Too bad it's being used for this. If you'd asserted your dominance even a little, if you'd taken control of the situation, maybe I could have spinned things in your favor. But no, all you are is a slut. You make strong independent women everywhere look bad, you stupid cunt!"

Letting out a low breath, Khalisah composes herself, before smiling down at the weakened woman beneath her heel.

"This would make my career, this story. Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for you, I can't exactly send it out without your friends coming after me for revenge. And I know firsthand how many white knights you have ready to jump to your defense you fucking whore. I don't intend to die just to expose what an amazingly weak cunt you are. Lucky you."

It was clear Khalisah was building up to something, but Jane still couldn't help feeling relief that the camera hadn't been streaming directly to the Extranet like she'd feared. A small part of her felt dismay that her dream life of just being a Krogan cocksleeve was once more out of reach, but then Khalisah was speaking again and Jane was able to ignore that tiny voice in the back of her head.

"I still want something from you though. Three things actually, now that I think about it. First, no revenge. You come after me, or if anyone comes after me, this will be released on the Extranet. Hell, if I die in a freak accident this shit is getting released on the Extranet. You now have a vested interest in making sure I live Commander."

"Second, you're going to give me a full length interview. I'm thinking at least an hour, but if we go over then that's fine. You will NOT physically assault me EVER again, and you'll answer my questions until I'm happy with your answers. I'll let you schedule the time though, some point in the next month will be best I imagine. I know you're a busy woman Commander."

"The third and final thing I want from you... watching that Krogan beast fuck the ever-loving shit out of you was probably the hottest thing I've ever seen. I will no doubt end up masturbating to my private recording of the humiliating domination the alien visited upon you multiple times in the several few days. But for now, I'm horny. So you're going to lick me to completion, and then we'll be done here. Are we agreed?"

Shepard nods shakily.

"Y-yes... I a-agree..."

Khalisah's wide evil grin splits her face again and the reporter gets to work, taking the time to drag the buxom woman's heavy body over to the wall so she can prop Shepard up against it. Once she's done that, she practically prances over to the bar, grabbing a dirty cloth from behind it and moving back over to where Jane is slumped to roughly wipe down the red head's cum covered face.

Once the Commander's head is sufficiently cleaned to Khalisah's satisfaction the reporter tosses the rag away and undoes the ties holding her dress in place, letting it slip apart and spreading her legs wide as she leans forward, her glistening mound at perfect level with the red head's mouth. Grinding her pussy lips down on Shepard's face, Khalisah groans out as the other woman begins to lick at her, clearly inexperienced but at the same time desperate to please.

Resting a palm against the wall that Shepard is leaning again, Khalisah looks down between her body and said wall, undulating her sex across the Commander's face.

"You ruined me you know, two years ago. This is such sweet justice for me Shepard, you have no idea. I became a god damn laughing stock after you fucking punched me in the face on a live broadcast. When nothing happened, when you weren't brought up on charges or punished for physically assaulting a civilian in any way, people started thinking it was fine for them to end interviews with me by punching me, in the gut, in the face, in the chest."

Khalisah shuddered as the red head hit an especially lovely spot inside of her sopping wet cunt.

"Oh yeah, just like that slut. They called them Shepard Specials you know? And there was nothing I could do about it. My network even fucking liked it. Pretty soon, every single one of my interviews had to end in an assault of some sort. And it was your entire fault! Eat it slut, eat my pussy! Do a good job and maybe I'll let you do it again when we meet for that interview later on! Or maybe I'll buy a huge Krogan dildo and have you hold it in your ass while we're talking! God yes, fuck that's it!"

Khalisah's mouth dropped open in a silent scream of pleasure as Shepard's tongue brought her to completion. She reached the peak and went right over it, orgasming explosively all over Shepard's face. The dark skinned woman had always been a bit of a squirter. It had turned off more than a few of her bed partners, but here it didn't matter. Shepard was at her mercy, and she delighted in covering the red head's face with an all new mess as she slowly came down from her climax, panting heavily.

Slowly, the reporter steps back from Shepard's limp form, pulling her dress back across her body and tying it into place as she redressed herself and fixed her slightly disheveled hair.

"... Is it... Is it over?"

The words came from Jane Shepard and they were quiet... but Khalisah still heard them. Grinning sadistically, the beautiful dark skinned woman walked back over to where she'd propped the Commander up and looked down at her pathetic form, the other woman's legs spread wide and her arms lying limply on either side of her.

"Well, there is one last thing. Hold still for me, won't you?"

And then the reporter reared her leg back, kicking out with every ounce of power she could muster and slamming the toe of her high heel home into Jane's exposed cunt. The red head immediately doubled over in pain, crying out... but also shaking and orgasming right there on the spot as she fell over and her eyes rolled up in her head. Then, the woman outright passed out, falling entirely unconscious as Khalisah looked down at her.

The reporter just smirked, all too pleased with herself as she spit on the Commander's sleeping form.

"That was for all the fucking physical abuse I suffered at your hands and the hands of others because of you, you damn cunt."

Spinning around, Khalisah went to the cam bot and checked it over, playing back a little segment of the last several hours and smirking happily. The camera had caught every last instant of Jane Shepard's humiliation and degradation. The dark skinned reporter was inordinately pleased with herself as she guided the cam bot out of the Dark Star Lounge. Khalisah al-Jilani was in high spirits.

This was the happiest that the woman had been in years, but then she had very good reason for that. In the end, the reporter couldn't help but believe that this was simply karma made manifest. What goes around always comes around in the end. She had suffered because of Shepard's actions. But now the cunt was finally getting what was coming to her and her true colors were finally exposed, albeit not to the galaxy as Khalisah would prefer.

More importantly though, things were finally looking up for the dark skinned woman. Khalisah could already see the interview with Shepard now. She would make the red head woman apologize seemingly unprompted for assaulting her in those interviews years back, for a start. That would get her bosses off her back about incorporating assault into all of her interviews going forward. Then she could start pushing to bring Shepard back to the fold of humanity.

At least publicly anyways, Khalisah knew now that the pathetic woman would never truly believe in human superiority. Hell, even Khalisah was having a hard time believing in it after she saw how that Krogan had completely destroyed Shepard's holes for hours and then walked away barely out of breath. But Khalisah would settle for making the human Spectre admit on camera that her first loyalty belonged to the Systems Alliance and her species.

People needed their heroes, and regardless of Khalisah's personal opinion of the woman, Shepard was one of humanity's heroes. She needed to start acting like it, and now Khalisah was in a position to make sure the red head did just that. The reporter's back straightened up and she walked with a bit more spring in her step as a smile spread across her face.

It was a lot of responsibility, but Khalisah knew she was ready to handle it. Jane Shepard needed a firm human hand to go along with the huge Krogan dick that she'd become addicted to. Khalisah would be that hand, a gentle guiding force when possible and a firm backhand across the stupid cunt's face when necessary. It was only justice, at the end of the day.

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