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The Quarian Solution Pt. 8 (Mass Effect)
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Themes: Futa, Consensual, Prostitution, Blackmail
Word Count: 3,782
Summary: Shiala, the Asari commando that Shepard frees from a Thorian back when she's hunting down Saren, has had a pretty tough past few years. So when she finds solace in the arms of a Quarian whore on Omega, she ends up falling in love with her. Unfortunately, Daro'Xen isn't going anywhere...
Part 8
Shiala knew she was pretty fucked up at this point, both mentally and physically. The former Asari commando had gone through quite a lot before and then during the Reaper Wars. Being used by first Benezia, then Saren, then the Thorian… well, just that last one would have been enough to do some damage to a girl’s psyche and it certainly had. Saren’s betrayal hadn’t helped though.
She had willingly served the Turian, she had so thoroughly believed in his cause that she’d intended to follow him to her grave if necessary. But her death hadn’t been necessary. It had been petty and it had finally shown her the light. And when Shepard had saved her from the Thorian and spared her, Shiala had gained a new outlook on life.
The Asari commando had gone to Zhu’s Hope just like she’d promised Shepard. She’d helped them rebuild and when the time came, she’d fought alongside the colonists as the Reapers invaded their home. And every last one of them had died. Shiala was now the only survivor of Zhu’s Hope, a fate she would not have wished on her worst enemies given the context of what it meant to be exposed to Thorian spores as the entire colony had been.
With the Thorian dead, the colonists had been able to utilize the mental connection its spores offered without being put under any outside entity’s control. This had allowed them to sense one another from across a planet, and it had allowed them to think and act as one while in battle. Ultimately, Shiala and her comrades had survived quite a long time against the Reaper menace, but by the time the galaxy was saved, she was all that was left. Just her and nobody else.
That’s how Shiala had ended up on Omega. Grimacing, the Asari commando took the small one use cup from the bar in front of her and drank down the nasty tasting liquor within it. She wasn’t even sure what it was called. All she knew was it was cheap and it got her drunk, so she didn’t bother asking questions. The former Asari commando was adrift, left to wallow out her days on the pirate’s haven with nowhere else to go.
Oh sure, her skills hadn’t atrophied nearly as much as one might expect. She reached out with her biotics and made a small show of crushing the now empty cup with them, flattening it out and then folding it in on itself over and over again until she couldn’t compress it any further. Letting the small chip fall to the table, Shiala let out a sigh and placed the half-credit that it was worth on the bar beside it before leaving her stool behind and walking out into the corridor.
Shiala looked left and right before pressing her lips tightly together. There was only one place on Omega Shiala WANTED to go, but the more she did the less likely it would be that she could scrounge up enough credits to go again in the future. And yet the Asari couldn’t really stop herself as she found her feet taking her in that direction all the same.
A lot had changed for Shiala over the years, but her fetish for suit rats never had. And the best thing was, Omega had an actual Quarian Brothel these days. It was like someone out there was catering directly to her needs. Silly of course, Shiala knew how unimportant she was in the grand scheme of things these days. Didn’t mean that she wasn’t a regular customer though.
Licking her lips, Shiala turned into the always open entrance of the brothel. There was a young human woman manning the receptionist desk and she smiled brightly when she looked up and saw her.
“Ah, Ms. Shiala! Welcome back, welcome back! Shall I have your usual prepared for you?”
Not trusting herself to speak, the former Asari commander did her best to keep her face expressionless as she simply nodded instead, smacking a chit worth one hundred credits down on the counter as proof of payment. The girl grabbed it immediately and tapped out some things on her Omni-tool before standing up and gesturing for Shiala to follow her down the hall.
The nervous but also eager Asari followed after the receptionist, noting the way that the human shook her hips back and forth a bit TOO hard in an effort to draw Shiala’s attention to them. She gave the poor girl points for trying, but too much effort could be just as unsexy as too little and she really wasn’t interested in humans. The only one she might do sexual favors for if they came asking would have been Shepard herself but then, Shiala owned that woman more than she could ever give in a million years.
They arrived at a door and the receptionist put in a code that they both pretended Shiala didn’t already have memorized. Once the door slid open, Shiala stepped inside and let it close behind her, the receptionist going back to her desk. Slowly, the former commando walked deeper into the dimly lit room. There was a bed on the far wall and there was a figure on that bed. Licking her lips, Shiala began to strip off her armor, starting with her chest plate and moving on from there.
As she did so, the figure began to move from her place in the shadows, crawling forward until she was perched on the edge of the bed on her knees, staring at Shiala almost inquisitively.
“H-Hey D-Daro… good to see you again.”
The Quarian female, who Shiala only known as Daro and nothing else, slowly smiled. Shiala couldn’t help looked the beautiful alien over. Daro was covered in all the right places with a fetishized version of a Quarian’s bodysuit and at the same time she was naked in all the right places as well. Her tits were on display, as was her shaven pussy lips. Her face was visible to Shiala and that meant easy access to her mouth. It was every wet dream that the Asari had had growing up.
“It’s good to see you again as well beautiful.”
Shiala blushed darkly almost immediately at such a sentence, pausing briefly as she began to unzip her pants and glancing away like a lovesick maiden. She knew it wasn’t good that she’d basically fallen in love with a whore… but the Asari had a track record a mile long filled with bad life decisions, so what was one more? Daro made her happy and Shiala had herself fooled into believing she made Daro happy as well, even if she was paying for this.
“D-did you miss me?”
Daro’s eyes slid down from her hopeful face to her naked tits and then even further to her still covered crotch. When she looked Shiala in the eye again, it was with a hungry grin.
“You know I did sweetheart. You’re my favorite customer. Now, why don’t you finish pulling off those pants for me?”
Blushing even deeper, Shiala just nodded shyly and hooked her thumbs into the wait of her bottoms, slowly tugging them down her legs until she got to the knees and her massive futa prick popped up out of the place where she’d tucked the raging hard on between her legs. This was the final gift from her time with the Thorian. Shiala had no idea exactly WHAT the alien had intended to use the thing it’d put between her legs for, but then it had died before she ever really got a chance to find out. And she’d been left with this perversion of nature, the only Asari with a cock that she’d ever heard of.
Daro’s already softly glowing eyes lit up a bit, widening at the same time as her grin as she shook her hips back and forth eagerly, her tits jiggling delightfully. As Shiala stepped forward, she couldn’t help thinking about to the receptionist. THIS was just the right level of enthusiastic darling. The human girl could stand to learn a little something from Daro. Or maybe Shiala was just too much of a suit rat lover to really see Daro in a negative light.
Licking her lips, the futa Asari settled in front of the Quarian whore and grabbed a handful of Daro’s hair, rubbing her cockhead back and forth across the moaning pouty lips in front of her. A moment later, Daro had opened wide and Shiala was throwing her head back and crying out happily as the Quarian put her experienced mouth to use. Daro’s lips suctioned down around Shiala’s throbbing member and her tongue lashed against the bottom of Shiala’s length.
It had only been three days since she’d been here last but already Shiala was so built up that she was ready to cum on the spot just from the feeling of her Quarian lover’s mouth around her cock. Considering she’d paid for the hour rather than a certain number of releases, Shiala saw no actual problem with giving into the urge. Moaning wantonly, she grabbed hold of Daro’s hair and held the Quarian’s head in place as she began to cum literal buckets right down the poor alien’s throat. Daro was a well-trained whore though and Shiala marveled at the Quarian female’s skill as Daro swallowed every last drop of her seed down her throat.
Once her release was over, Shiala pulled her cock, still incredibly hard, out of Daro’s mouth and waited, almost expecting the Quarian to spit up at least some of her cum after that amazing showing. Instead though, Daro brought her hand up to her mouth and gave a little burp before smiling up at Shiala.
“How do you want me darling?”
It was all an act and in her heart of hearts, Shiala knew that. But she was also a broken woman, mentally abused for far too long to be in any way particularly sane. She’d fallen in love with this Quarian whore and no more was that clear then now as she found herself blurting out thoughts she’d kept to herself until this point. Leaning forward, Shiala rested her palm on Daro’s face and bit her lower lip as she looked into the Quarian’s glowing eyes.
“I want you free of this place Daro. I want you with me, exclusively. I-I want to marry you; I want to have a child with you. We could go somewhere, somewhere besides Omega. We could start a life together, if you liked.”
Shiala stared into Daro’s face hopefully and thus caught the moment when the whore began to break into a brilliant smile. Daro captured Shiala’s hand in her own and pulled the well hung Asari over her as she laid back on the bed, her legs spreading wide so that Shiala’s massive member could press against her exposed pussy lips.
“I would love that sweetheart. I would love to run away with you. But it could never happen. My owners would never allow it. I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt on my account love.”
Then Daro was pulling Shiala into her and the futa Asari found herself instinctively thrusting away inside of the Quarian’s hot wet cunt as she processed that bombshell. Despite wanting to stop so that she could have an actual conversation with the love of her life, Shiala couldn’t quite keep her hips from moving and in the end she was forced to respond while fucking the happy moaning Quarian whore beneath her.
“O-Owners? I thought this was a brothel… Daro are you a slave?”
Daro giggled, even as she wrapped her arms around Shiala’s neck and her legs around Shiala’s curvy thighs, bouncing her own hips up towards the pistoning prick that the Asari had inside of her.
“I wouldn’t say I’m a slave my dear. I’m my Master’s property, no more, no less.”
Shiala’s nostrils were flaring now and she found herself gripping Daro’s covered hips a bit harsher than she intended, her thrusts speeding up as she got angrier and angrier while also slowly approaching her second release.
“I won’t… I won’t let them hurt you Daro. I promise I won’t.”
Shiala looked down into the Quarian’s eyes, trying to convey every ounce of emotion she felt for the beautiful alien. And in that moment, Daro’s face softened dramatically, the smile dropping off it as she looked back at Shiala.
“I believe you love.”
That was all Shiala needed. She went right over the edge and came on the spot, letting out a shout as she filled Daro with her seed. It wasn’t the first time she’d cum in the Quarian whore and she certainly had no intention of it being the last. But hopefully, the next time they lay down together in a bed, it was under different circumstances.
Sliding her softening prick out of Daro’s stretched cunt, Shiala climbed off the bed and moved to where she’d stripped off her clothing and armor. She quickly began to get dressed, even as she kicked at the bottom of her boot, eventually managed to break open a secret compartment with her foot. Daro had a curious look on her face as she leaned forward off the bed during all of this.
“Sweetheart, you still have forty minutes left. Where are you going? Did you not like me?”
Flashing Daro a quick smile, Shiala pulled out her hold out and held it up.
“I love you Daro. And I’m going to get you out of here.”
The surprise on the Quarian’s face slowly morphed into delight that warmed Shiala’s heart. The Asari finished getting dressed even as Daro hopped off the bed. Shiala reached out and took her lover’s hand, pulling her towards the door and out into the hallway. At first, she made a beeline for the front of the brothel, but Daro stopped her before she could get too far.
“W-wait, don’t go that way! The security at the front of the brothel is automated and hidden in the walls! You’ll be gunned down before you can get through the front doors darling! Please, I know another route out the back!”
Shiala shivered at the thought of what sort of sentry guns might be arrayed near the front. That had been close. Following after Daro, she found her love for the resourceful Quarian growing even larger, a wide smile on her face as she couldn’t quite help staring at Daro’s half naked ass swaying back and forth almost hypnotically in front of her. Eventually they came to a stop in front of another door and Daro was quick to open it and slip inside. Shiala followed, only to nearly bounce off the suddenly frozen Quarian’s back.
Daro had stopped for good reason it seemed. This was not an exit, this was an office. A Quarian male sat on a couch being serviced by another whore while a human male sat behind a large desk in a tall chair. Both of them were looking at her and Daro, but it was the human that spoke, a smarmy smile on his face.
“Ah, Shiala. Thank you for joining us. Please, come in.”
The former commando was quick to insert herself between Daro and the man as she pointed her hold out at his head, gritting her teeth angrily.
“Daro’s owners I presume. I’m taking her with me and neither of you are going to stop me. She deserves better than this.”
Both males looked supremely unconcerned with her words. The human didn’t even look that perturbed at finding a gun trained on him. The reason why was made clear a moment later when a second later Shiala felt a sharp pain across the back of her neck that sent her to her knees, while at the same time her gun arm was grabbed in an expert maneuver and her wrist was squeezed in just the right place to force her to drop her hold out without her ever even managing to squeeze off a single shot.
Gasping for air, Shiala looked behind her with wide eyes to see Daro staring down at her expressionless, gun in hand.
“D-Daro?”
A cute little smile spread across the Quarian whore’s face.
“Sorry sweetheart, but I can’t have you hurting my Master.”
Then Daro moved past Shiala’s kneeling form over to where the human male sat. He took the gun when the Quarian offered it up, looking it over briefly and letting out a noncommittal grunt before setting it down.
“I’d love to discuss business with you now Shiala, if you’re done pointing guns at my head.”
She should have run. Shiala knew in that moment that she should have run. Instead, eyes focused primarily on Daro’s vacant face, Shiala rose to her feet and walked towards the desk, stopping a few feet away from it with a grimace on her face.
“What did you do to her? What did you do to Daro to make her betray me like that?”
That got a befuddled look from the human.
“I’m not sure what you mean. Daro is always like this and her loyalty is to me and my business partner, not to you. She couldn’t have betrayed you when there was no bond to betray.”
That got an angry hiss from Shiala.
“There IS a bond between us you bastard! You’ve done something to her and I swear I’ll fix it! She loves me and I love her!”
If her angry tirade had any effect on the man, it wasn’t the kind Shiala wanted. Rather than getting upset or angry with her, he looked as if he pitied her.
“You really don’t get it, do you? Daro might as well be a sex doll. She’s been mind broken for quite some time now. Far longer than you’ve been around Shiala. I’m fairly certain she doesn’t even know your name.”
Shiala’s eyes widened at that as she looked at the vacant glassy eyed Quarian whore in a new light.
“O-of course she does! S-she uses it all the time!”
And yet even as she said the words, the Asari found herself going back over every reaction she’d had with Daro. She couldn’t find it. She couldn’t find a single memory of a time where Daro had referred to her as Shiala.
“I can see it in your face Shiala. You Asari have such expressive faces. She never called you by name, did she? Not even once. It was always sweetheart or darling or dear. I hate to break it to you Shiala, but she’s trained to call all of her clients that.”
“N-No, that’s not possible… our l-love is real. It’s real!”
Here, the human nodded in agreement and Shiala felt a spark of hope before he shot it down.
“Yours is, yes. And that’s exactly what we want to use here. I’m going to be very honest with you Shiala. If you don’t do exactly what we say, Daro will die. If you do, you’ll work for me and my business partner. We’ll even pay you and we’ll institute an open door policy for you in regards to Daro. You can fuck the cunt whenever you get the urge.”
Shiala hadn’t even heard the last half of that. All she’d heard was, ‘Daro will die, Daro will die, Daro will die’. Snarling in anger, the former commando lifted up her hand, a biotic charge forming in her palm as she got ready to annihilate the human sitting so smugly before her. A very distinctive click caught her attention though and Shiala’s biotics died down immediately as she saw Daro standing there with the hold out in her hand, pressed against her own temple.
“Ah, sorry, was I not clear enough? Neither I nor my business partner would be the ones to kill the whore. She’d do it herself if you don’t play ball.”
Staring at her lover’s vacant expression and the finger oh so frighteningly close to blowing a hole through Daro’s brain, Shiala whimpered and lifted her hands up in the universal gesture of surrender.
“Alright, alright! J-Just put the gun down Daro! Please!”
It took a hand gesture from the human before she did it, but Shiala still breathed a sigh of relief once the hold out was back on the desk. Deep down inside, the Asari knew she should have cut her losses. She’d fallen in love with what basically amounted to a sex toy, albeit a living, breathing, interactive one. Everything she had with Daro was a lie… and yet, with a mental state as fractured as Shiala’s, she couldn’t help latching on and never letting go of the first piece of personal happiness she’d found in a long time.
Thus, there was really only one thing left to say.
“I’ll work for you and your business partner on one condition. You pay me still, like you said, and I get Daro as my exclusive whore for as long as I’m in your employ. That means I don’t just get her whenever I feel like it, nobody else gets her, ever.”
It was the best she felt she could hope for. Shiala watched with baited breath as the human male looked over at the Quarian male on the couch for the first time. There was a barely perceptible nod from the Quarian and the human looked back at her with a wide grin.
“Very well Shiala. That can be arranged. Daro, go to Shiala please. She’ll be staying with us from now on and you’ll be living with her. Show her to one of the empty private quarters.”
Shiala didn’t even know the names of the men blackmailing her, but she only had eyes for Daro as the sexy drop dead gorgeous Quarian walked over to her and took her hand. Then, something odd happened. Daro squeezed her hand before gently tugging her from the room. Shiala stared down at where their hands were joined together in bewilderment. Why would a sex toy do that? The most basic of affectionate gestures, why would Daro perform such an act when the game was already up?
Unless there was more to the Quarian than met the eye. Unless she wasn’t as brain dead as the human implied. Or Shiala was simply imagining everything. The Asari ultimately chose to believe it was the former though and a wide smile split across her face as Daro led her deeper into the hidden complex beneath the brothel. She would save the love of her life. It might take her a while, but she would succeed.
