The Galactic Human Empire (Mass Effect)

The Galactic Human Empire (Mass Effect)

A/N: The Galactic Human Empire is a commissioned fic originally written in three parts from February to March of 2018. I'm compiling it into a one-shot for ease of reading here. Enjoy!

In a galaxy where humanity, united under a single Empire, strikes out into the stars before anyone else... just what is the fate of the races that SHOULD have come before them? What will befall the Asari, when they haven't even stopped their tribal infighting by the time the humans descend upon their world?

Themes: Dark, Rough Sex, Slavery

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"Eight! Stop your lollygagging and come along!"

A tug at her collar punctuates the shrill voice, and the Asari Matron known only as 'Eight' winces as she's dragged away by her Mistress. She'd gotten distracted again, and she only had herself to blame. Still, it was hard, going from a backwater colony world to the Citadel itself. Living in a place that barely housed fifty people for most of her first three centuries, only to be brought to the massive, beautiful installation that was the center of galactic civilization... it was a bit of a jump.

Was it any wonder then that Eight found herself consistently caught up in staring at the pretty sights around her? Keeping her head low, the naked blue alien woman follows after her Mistress, knowing that her Master would hear about her lapse in judgement when they arrived home. He would no doubt wish to punish her, and she would take it, as she was supposed to.

But then, he would punish her regardless, most nights. The sadistic human male seemed to delight in it. He always had, even from a young age when she'd been in charge of rearing him while his parents worked oh so hard to get him to where he was now. The young man who'd inherited her was not deserving of most of what he had, but Eight should not have been thinking about such things. It was not her place to question a human. Not her place to question what he did and did not deserve.

The Great and Bountiful Galactic Empire. Founded by humans, led by humans... bountiful FOR humans. Only the Turians were given any sort of freedom, any sort of autonomy. Every other race had been integrated into human society in little more than a serf role, used as cheap labor in the case of the Krogan, or as nimble-fingered surgical assistants in the case of the Salarians. Quarians were used by human engineers on a regular basis, while Elcor and Hanar were beasts of burden, each in their own way.

Meanwhile, the Asari... well, the Asari had only ever had one use to the human race, hadn't they? When the Galactic Empire had discovered Thessia thousands of years before, they'd discovered a species fighting amongst itself, locked in a state of tribal war... ripe for the taking. The Asari had not stood a chance, and in the end they'd caved, capitulating to the humans in every possible way.

They'd served as nurturing caretakers, pleasure slaves, and more ever since. Eight only knew this because she'd been lucky enough to learn it from the Asari that had come before her. That was also how she knew she was currently in her Matron stage of the Asari lifespan. With hundreds upon hundreds of years left to go, she wasn't sure that she'd be able to last to the end of her natural life.

Perhaps if the next to inherit her was a bit kinder... but no, humans were almost universally headstrong and domineering. Aggressive to a fault, her mentor had once said... though not within earshot of any human, of course. The Asari that she'd been bought to replace had been over nine hundred years old when Eight had met her.

The Matriarch, because that was what the Asari had called herself in private, had stolen quiet, secret moments away with the young Asari child, teaching her all she could of their culture, before she finally passed away. Ah, but no... 'passed away' was a bit too kind. They euthanized Eight's mentor, in the end. Once Eight was deemed old enough and trained enough to fully take over all of the aged Matriarch's duties, their human owners had decided to do away with the other Asari. Apparently, upkeep of two slaves instead of just one was too difficult on a small colony planet like the one she'd found herself on.

Eight had spent the rest of their lives hating her original owners. She'd done her best to sabotage them in any small way she could... but she'd fallen in love with their children, as she'd been left to nurture and raise them. That was the great trap, in the end. No reasonable Asari could look at any child, any infant, even an alien one... and wish them ill. The Asari species as a whole was instinctively motherly.

She'd raised those children as her own, despite their human status. They'd grown up and they'd owned her, just like their parents had. They'd been nicer about it... but they'd also been better parents, and she hadn't gotten the chance to develop the same rapport with THEIR children as she had with them. Slowly, her position in the household had deteriorated back to slave once more.

And that was what she was now... what she should have always expected to be. Eight winces as her mistress tugs rather violently on her collar, leading the naked Asari out of the public eye and down a hall towards the family domicile. The human woman who holds her leash isn't even related by blood to the original people to buy her. But she is married to their son, and she is human. In the end, that is enough to make her mistress.

Led inside the domicile, Eight waits as patiently as she can to be released so she may begin her daily chores. Instead though, the mistress keeps ahold of her and calls out to her husband, to the master.

"Oi! Dave! We've got a discipline problem again! The idiot won't stop looking up at the sky!"

The young Master (but then, all humans are young where she's concerned, aren't they?) snorts derisively from where he's lounging in a chair, drinking an alcoholic beverage.

"Well what do ya expect? Bitch grew up on a godforsaken rock, just like I did. Hell, even I find myself staring once in a while on my way to work. The Citadel is a far cry from home. In a good way, mind you."

Eight is a little surprised to hear her Master defend her. So is her Mistress, judging by the grumbling as the human woman crosses her arms over her chest.

"Well she needs to learn to keep up with me! Honestly, I almost got pulled off my feet by her stupidity! You need to punish her Dave!"

Ah, and now here it comes. Her Master did indeed love to punish her-

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get to it later. Watchin' the game right now. Besides, the baby's been crying for like twenty minutes. Send the bitch to clean her up."

Immediately, the Asari Matron is inwardly panicking. Crying? For twenty minutes? Truly her Master was a despicable excuse for a human being! Rather than get upset though, his wife just snarls and lets Eight's leash go. The hardlight zips back into her very solid collar, and Eight moves towards the baby's nursery, wincing as a fresh cry comes from the infant's room. Oh yes. The child definitely needs to be changed. And it looks like she's the only one in the domicile willing to do it.

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The next several hours are exhausting for the Asari Matron, but finally, night falls and the Master and Mistress, as well as their child, go to sleep. Eight is left alone in her small corner of the living room, chained to the wall as she tries to catch some rest of her own in quite the uncomfortable position. She's afforded a pet bed, but it barely fits her body, and in the end she's found that the best way to use it is as a seat, her back pressed against the solid, metal wall behind her.

She's just beginning to drift off, when a hand suddenly closes over her head crest, and another closes around her throat. Eight's eyes snap open and she looks up into the face of her wickedly grinning Master as he stares back down at her.

"Did ya think I forgot about your punishment, bitch? You upset the missus something fierce today..."

Eight shivers, and averts her gaze, not daring to look him in the eye any longer. A derisive snort leaves the human man's nose, and then he's working at his pants. Moments later, a thick cock is slapping her in the face, drawing a gasp from Eight's throat as she breathes in his scent. This... this is the worst thing that the humans have done to her. Done to her species.

She'd never have known if it wasn't for her mentor revealing this secret to her. Eight and all Asari born alongside her and after her, were bred to be sexually submissive to human males. It was something in their genetics, which the Galactic Empire prided itself on perfecting. They'd made the newest 'batch' of Asari all those centuries ago to automatically react to the smell of human cock.

Just as Eight was now. Her mouth was watering completely involuntarily, and her pussy was growing wet as her Master rubbed his dick all over her blue face. When he finally presented it to her lips a few moments later, the Asari Matron instinctively opened up, taking his cock right into her mouth and straight down her throat.

"Fuck yeah bitch, there it is. Choke on my cock you silly little whore. God yes, always so damn tight..."

"Gagkh. Gagkh. Gagkh."

She could have suppressed her gag reflex. It was something one of her previous master's, his ancestor by this point, had taught her how to do. That one had absolutely loved getting his member deep-throated, but he hadn't reveled in causing her discomfort, so he'd made sure she knew how to properly swallow a human cock without choking.

This one though, this Master preferred she choke. Eight forced herself to do so, gagging along his smelly length as her nostrils flared and drew in his delicious scent. If she didn't gag, he'd only go rougher on her. As it was, her Master pounded her throat raw anyways, and only pulled out when he was finally ready to cum, painting her blue face and her head crest with his seed.

Eight doesn't dare wipe it out of her eyes. Instead, she simply keeps them closed and waits for what he will do next as she breathes raggedly, her sizable, exposed chest heaving right there in the open. After a moment, the chains holding her to the wall are released, and Eight finds herself dragged upright and pushed over the back of the nearby sofa.

Her legs instinctively spread, and her ass lifts into the air to expose her sopping wet pussy lips. She's a bitch in heat right now, like she always is when the Master brings his cock to bear on her. She can't help it, thanks to the humans breeding her race specifically for this purpose and few others. Biting her lower lip as the cum dribbles down her face and off of her chin, Eight shudders as she feels his fingers probing her pussy for a moment.

"Mm, ready for me as ever, aren't you slut? Heh, yeah you are. Too bad. It's punishment time."

That's the only warning the Asari Matron gets before her Master slides his slick fingers from her cunt up to between her big blue ass cheeks. His digits thrust cruelly into her sphincter, and Eight's eyes go wide as her mouth drops open, her tongue hanging out. No sound comes from her throat though. Even surprised like this, the Asari has been well-trained. Choking on his cock was one thing. Screaming in pain and discomfort would only invite more of it, when her noises subsequently woke the mistress and their child up.

Instead, Eight keeps herself quiet, even in the midst of agony, even as her Master trades his slick fingers for his not-at-all lubed-up cock. He presses into her barely loosened back door without a care in the world, and a moment later he's impaling her poor asshole on his dick, thrusting into her and burying inch after inch of his member in her bowels.

Tears stream down Eight's face, mixing with the cum that he's painted onto her. She sobs in silence, knowing that he can't see her, knowing that he wouldn't punish her for crying even if he could. Her Master likes her tears, likes to see her despair. His fingers dig into her flesh as he begins to pound away at her back door, and Eight's entire body jerks time and time again against the back of the couch as she receives quite the butt-fucking from her 'beloved' Master.

The railing of her poor ass continues for several minutes, and then he's cumming again, her Master filling her bowels with his seed as he groans loudly, burying his entire length in her poor, stretched out asshole. And then he's done, pulling out of her and letting her slump over the back of the couch for a moment. Eventually though, his hand comes up and grabs her head crest again. Eight finds herself dragged back over to her corner by said crest, and locked into place once again in but a few moments.

She doesn't bother with protesting the treatment. She most certainly doesn't bring the fact that she's both covered in cum and leaking it to her Master's attention as he walks away. Doing so would only invite further punishment, and she truly does need her sleep before she has to do it all over again tomorrow.

This is her life now. This is the life of every Asari in the Galactic Human Empire. They live to serve, and they serve with their bodies more often than not. The one thing that Eight has over the humans is her longevity, but that can be more of a blessing than a curse and she's not quite sure how much longer she can last, if things don't change with the inevitable deaths of her current master and mistress.

As the Asari Matron drifts off into a restless sleep, she can only hope that the young child, asleep in the nursery, will be a kinder soul than its parents.

They're guided along for a little while. Eventually, they begin to split off. One by one, their handler drops them off at individual rooms. Finally, it's only See-One left. She keeps her face carefully blank, even as her handler gives her a smile and gestures towards a door.

"Here you are See-One. This is it... and goodbye. I won't say it's been nice, because we both know it hasn't. I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life very much."

There it is. The malice. The disgust. The thinly veiled anger at just how 'uppity' she could be. His word, not hers. See-One was honestly more grateful that he didn't decide to hit her one more time than anything else. Instead, she just bows her head, and the handler snorts before walking off. Then, the door opens and she walks into the room, ready to face her future.

The room itself is surprisingly sterile. There's someone inside of it wearing a white coat and holding a pad.

"C124? Go on and stand in the middle of the room, up on the platform. Keep your body straight. Legs together, arms to your sides. If you don't, you might lose a limb."

Moving forward, See-One is careful to obey. She stands completely still as instructed, and once the white-coated human has ascertained that she's in place, they press a button on their pad. Quite suddenly, See-One cannot move. Her body no longer responds to her mind, as the floor opens up beneath her and a dozen metal appendages crawl out, grappling at her form.

She can understand why they would stasis her for this. If they hadn't, she would undoubtedly be freaking out. Inwardly, she still is, but outwardly, her placid, pliable body remains completely loose as the metal appendages have their way with her, quite literally. The only thing the Asari doesn't understand is why she has to be conscious for this at all.

More appendages come down from the ceiling, and needles press into her light blue flesh, delivering some sort of payload. The person in the white coat stands and approaches her.

"Your handler specifically requested you be awake for the process. Apparently, you're a problem child. This won't be pleasant, C124. You will not enjoy it. Alas, I don't make the decisions, I simply run the program. I have been instructed to inform you of your fate, as if an animal like you is supposed to understand. Though, I suppose they do explain your possible paths when they teach you how to be good little pets, don't they? Hm, then maybe the words 'Breeding Cow' will mean something to you after all."

See-One can't move a single muscle, but her eyes can still widen, her pupils dilating in fear. The human notices that and chuckles.

"You do then. Amusing. Well, that's to be your fate, as it stands. They'll use you up for a few centuries, and then if there's much of you left, they'll sell you to some private citizen for a discount. If there isn't... well, you know. Anyways, the process is pretty much operated, and while I do get off a little on all of this... I have my own pet waiting for me back in my quarters. This is goodbye, C124. Once it's done with you, you won't understand Galactic Basic anymore. Unfortunate side effect of the procedure. Have fun."

The human is gone in moments, as See-One rages inside the confines of her mind. Her rage is forced to stop a moment later when the pain comes. And then the pleasure as well, and her mind, her sense of self, her very soul, starts to slowly break apart under the pressure. Unbeknownst to the captive Asari Maiden, the massive ship she's in slowly begins to rise from the world she'd been so desperate to escape, filled to capacity with her and her kind. It flies off into the black of space, heading for its ultimate destination.

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See-One wakes up with a shriek of rage and claws violently at the man who has her in his arms. He responds by hitting her across the face, which sends the Asari Maiden falling back, sprawled on the metal floor. Her eyes are wide and her chest heaves as she looks around wildly. The... the pain... the pleasure. It's gone. At least, mostly. There's still a bit of pain, mostly centered around her busted lip.

"Hah, Dan you alright in there? Having some trouble with the merchandise?"

"Hey, fuck you Mike! This one is rabid, practically feral! But nah, I got her. She and I are gonna come to an understanding REAL quick like."

See-One blinks and focuses on the voices. Her head finally stops swimming, and she looks up into the grinning face of the human who'd backhanded her. He doesn't look anything like any human she's ever seen before, dressed in ratty clothes covered in pieces of armor. Though, he does have a leer on his face that she's seen many a time before. And a gun in his hands that she more than knows the use of.

"You see this girlie? You know what it does?"

A glance back at machine behind her shoes a bunch of inert, metal appendages. They're covered in fluids, some of it blood, some of it... other things. See-One shivers as she realizes that she's been spared her fate... and slowly but surely, the Asari Maiden begins to understand what's happening. Pirates. The ship has been boarded by pirates. The red light blanketing the room and the sirens booming in her ears probably should have clued her in earlier, but the young, 'uppity' Asari had a lot on her mind, to be fair.

"Ugh, you really are feral, aren't you? Fucking cunt, I'm talkin' to you!"

The gun is waved around again, and See-One refocuses on her inadvertent rescuer. Flushing a bit in embarrassment, she nods her head slowly.

"Y-Yes... I know what it does."

'Dan' blinks and then grins savagely.

"Good. That's good. Cause you're going to do what I say, aren't you? Going to be a good little alien slut and follow my instructions to the letter. Or else."

See-One blinks again, and then, much to the pirate's consternation, smiles and nods.

"Yes."

Dan looks more than a little confused by that.

"... You fuckin' touched in the head or something? Ugh, I don't got time for this. Get the fuck up and out into the hallway."

She stands and obeys. It's alright though. Now that See-One knows her fate, now that she knows what her handler intended for her... nothing truly can be worse than that. And she discovers, over the next little while, that she's right. Her and a countless multitude of her sisters are guided by pirates off of the ship and through an airlock.

Many of the Asari stolen from the cargo ship are placed in containers, wedged in there a hundred at a time. See-One isn't interested in that sort of life, and before she can even get close to one of those containers, she presses herself up against 'Dan's' side.

"Mm, Master..."

Blinking, the pirate looks at her dumbly for a moment, before grinning wickedly.

"Oh? Softening up real quick now, aren't you slut? You're one of the smart ones, I bet. Pegged me as a Captain from the beginning? Hm... fine, I'll give you a test ride. C'mon."

She actually hadn't pegged him as anything. But See-One was certainly observant. While MOST of her sisters were being forced into the massive containers by the hundreds, some were being dragged away by a few of the pirates, down corridors. She'd taken a leap, and it seemed she'd landed on something solid on the other side.

It's not long before the Asari Maiden finds herself inside Dan's quarters. It's not longer before she finds herself pressed up against the wall as the pirate kisses her heatedly. In that moment, his knife is within her reach... but See-One does not reach for it. Asari were not taught how to use weapons or kill, after all. As rebellious as the young maiden was, she wasn't capable of truly fighting back.

Luckily, she had no need to fight back. As the pirate captain forces her onto her hands and knees and begins to work at his belt and his pants, See-One waits in trepidation and anticipation. And then, a moment later, she takes her first human cock right up her cunt as he simply shoves it in with zero fanfare. A cry leaves her throat as her purity is robbed of her, but See-One doesn't truly mind. She was expecting it, even.

"Fuck you're tight! That's right slut, move your hips. Give it all you've got, and just maybe I'll keep you around. How's that sound?"

To others, it might not have sounded very good at all. See-One was sure that some of her sisters were meant for better things than a pirate's bed. But knowing her fate gave the Asari Maiden a clarity she hadn't had before. She still had her mind, she still had her intelligence, her freedom of thought... all thanks to the human male currently railing her from behind.

With that frame of mind, See-One finds it surprisingly easy to get into things, arching her back and moaning appreciatively as she slams her hips back into the human's pistoning cock. Of course, what she doesn't know is that she didn't completely escape the... transformation unscathed. Her body has been rewired, and her cunt is more sensitive than it should be. The first orgasm hits her in under a minute, and as See-One squeals, she finds the pleasure doesn't stop, building and building and building some more as her cunt walls squeeze down tightly along the pirate's shaft.

"S-Shit, you really ARE a slut. Hah, god your species was MADE to be fucked!"

Maybe... maybe he was right. Fucking was better than See-One had ever expected. As her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lulls out of her mouth, the light blue Asari allows all thought to flee her mind as she gives herself over to the pleasure... over to this pirate captain who now owns her. She'll prove herself worthy of his bed. And maybe more, if the opportunity arises.

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