Chapter 3 - Miranda x Kelly (Snuff)

Joker plotted a course for Illium. The post-industrial planet was a haven for people looking to duck out of the galactic stage for a while. Not because it lacked media coverage or government, just because it was so heavily-populated that finding a certain person might be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Not to mention the government kept its nose out of other people's business in a sort of space-age laissez-faire.
 
Lexanna was eager to get off the ship. With two brutal rapes behind her, the Normandy was more-and-more feeling like a cage that she'd locked herself in. Kelly was following her around obsessively; flirting with her constantly, fondling her ass when she thought the rest of the crew wasn't looking. Miranda was far more subtle, but Lexanna couldn't stop her heart from beating fearfully every time the biotic locked eyes with her. Miranda's white eyes, rimmed by that gorgeous black eyeliner and those luscious pink lips, not to mention the obscene tongue that had raped her cock so hard…
 
Lexi closed her eyes and shook her head violently, trying to clear her thoughts. Just thinking about Miranda usually resulted in her mind wandering to the night they'd spent together. Brutal, dehumanizing sex. After Miranda, she'd wanted to tell someone. After Kelly, she'd never open her mouth about it again. But she found she couldn't repress the feelings she felt for them now, especially Kelly, who had covered her with layer after layer of verbal abuse until she started to really think of herself as a human cocksleeve, at least on some level. She shivered, and felt her cock pulse in her suit.
 
And of course, there was the drug problem. The fact that Shepard was addicted to Hallex, Slush, and Nova. All of them together had overwritten her brain's natural pleasure receptors. She was pounding her ass with a thick rubber dildo for hours, doing nothing but growing more frustrated, before she realized that she was craving drugs again. Hallucinogens, suppressants, anything. She had nothing in her cabin except painkillers, and out of desperation she shoved four down her cock and jerked herself to a thrilling, sweaty climax at last. Shepard visited the medical supply cupboard every day, stealing ever-larger quantities of painkillers. Little did she realize that they were opiate-based and highly addictive, and she pushed pill after pill down her cock while mewling like a horny teenager, and with her brain sizzling to boot. It took about a week before Dr. Michel noticed the startling deficiency, and advised Shepard, who was forced to head for civilization.
 
Illium had a roaring drug trade. Pretty much everything was legalized, even murder in some jurisdictions and under certain conditions. Overdoses were common. Dance-clubs and sex-shops were everywhere. Not just squatting on the end of a seedy alley, but smack in the middle of massive, skyscraping shopping centers, complete with pink neon signs advertising what was within. With the advent of in-atmosphere flight, parking was available even 500 feet into the air, and the premier asari whorehouse of Nos Astra, the capital city, processed dozens of patrons a minute. The club was called Blue Sand, after their proprietary drug. Basically it was Red Sand, a widely-known powdered drug that enhanced biotic abilities, but chemically altered to be effective on asari as well as humans. It was tremendously addictive and produced a relatively short but incredibly intense high, perfect for snorting just before sex.
 
Virtually all of the Asari whores at the club were addicted to the stuff. As a result, the best way to get them eating out of the palm of your hand—Or your lap—was to buy it at the counter. Kelly had blown her entire month's pay on a dozen bags of the stuff, which were laying haphazardly around the couch on either side of her body. She was already high, sitting on a very public couch while a dark-skinned asari deepthroated her meat, covering the base of her cock in rings of dark lipstick. Both of her arms rested on the back of the couch, practically crawling upwards as all the muscles in her body tensed and she let out whorish moans. Two other asari were snorting blue sand from her neck, their cocks long and hard, displayed openly for the other patrons to see. You had to advertise yourself, so most of the hookers were wearing next-to-nothing. 
 
Kelly herself was dressed in ivory white from her peep-toe platform pumps to the incredibly erotic half-dress that allowed her cock and balls to hang free, barely restrained by a thin white thong that rested in the crease between her testicles. The dress was basically a super-tight miniskirt with a pair of tight ivory bands over her chest, covering her nipples but showing off everything else. The bands connected behind her neck, making the dress fully backless, and she stretched slightly, rubbing her naked back into the velveteen couch. The asari on her left was fondling her nutsack, squeezing and toying with them playfully, lifting them up to feel their weight, then letting them fall down into her palm with a satisfying smack. Kelly reached up and grabbed the girl's chin, tilting her head up and kissing her deeply, slithering her eight-inch tongue down her throat and brushing off some of her own cotton-candy lipstick while the other asari greedily snorted every last speck of blue sand off her collarbone, essentially stealing the other woman's half while the third one gurgled on Kelly's throbbing prick. It was easy to see Kelly's veined cock standing out against the asari's throat.
 
"Cuh… cumming," she whined, pulling away from the kiss and leaving the girl to crave the return of Kelly's tongue. All four of them had their pupils blown out. Kelly's eyes shut tight and her face scrunched up in absolute pleasure as her heavy nuts sloshed and churned, blowing her sixth load of the night straight down her asari whore's throat. The blue girl clamped her dusky lips down around her base and chugged it hard, her very throat clenching and insisting that she feed her as much of that delicious cum as she could. Kelly's meat was very nearly in her stomach thanks to her obscene length, and each thick rope of fem-cum splashed into her belly loud enough to hear over the blaring music. It was typical club electronica, though layered with subconscious phrases designed to increase pleasure. Kelly shared a deep, filthy kiss with the other asari, tasting the blue sand on her tongue while she wrestled it with her own. Aqua-colored spit leaked from their plush lips. 
 
With her orgasm finished, her high was coming down. She panted hard, grabbing both of their heads and shoving them down to her crotch to clean her off. Her heavy cock was still twitching and throbbing, spilling delicious goo all over itself that the three asari tongues greedily fought over the right to swallow. Kelly watched them snowball her nut for a while before the one who'd given her the blowjob slid down to messily tongue her ballsack, leaving the other two to fight it out over her sperm. One of them slid her tongue down Kelly's urethra, and she stiffened in pleasure, soon switching all her attention to that one greedy and presumptuous whore. "Good girl," she cooed, slapping away the other one who'd failed to excite her. "Keep doing that. Go deeper." She turned her head to watch one of the enormous televisions placed along the walls, which was playing a colorful and psychedelic 'random pattern' as a type of ultra-luxurious wallpaper. That way, everywhere you looked was stimulating. The patterns were purported to be random, but Kelly could definitely see a lot of breast-like shapes while she watched… not that that was anything to complain about. She jerked herself off while the asari shoved her tongue down her pisshole. 
 
Asari were incredibly gifted when it came to sex. Not only were they naturally sexy, taking on the best traits of most of the other major races in the galaxy, but each one was born with a tongue at least twelve inches long. If that wasn't erotic enough, they had the ability to adjust the size of their own body; their breasts, their balls, their cocks both in length and girth. An asari could easily be a small-dicked fat-chested submissive shemale one day, and have a cock that could put a horse to shame the next. Their transformative abilities weren't unlimited, but certainly powerful. Through their ability to share thoughts, they also had the tendency to cause their partners to become more dominant or more submissive, depending on which role the asari was taking. It was less common for a domme to completely switch over. Another interesting feature of asari anatomy was their ability to become pregnant through their anus, so an asari asshole was tighter and softer than one of any other species. However, more incredible than any of those things, asari women actually had the ability to impregnate the assholes of any other species. Doctors are still at a loss to explain the phenomenon, but there is no doubt that a few weeks after getting knocked up by one of the blue women, bellies begin to swell and cocks begin to drip even in the absence of a functional womb. With their propensity for changing sizes, cockfucking was also a near-universal fetish, as well as ball-filling. 
 
As it was, the asari was doing a fantastic job with her fifteen-inch tongue. She drooled as much as she possibly could, coating the organ in clean slime and using it as lube to push deeper into Kelly's sensitive urethra. Kelly moaned whorishly and practically climbed up the couch as the whore prodded at her prostate from the inside. Any asari worth her salt knew exactly how to find a girl's prostate even through their cock. She started to slide her tongue in and out, moving it like a snake up and down, making Kelly's dick actually sort of bend to accommodate. "Oh wow," she breathed, tears spilling from her eyes as pleasure assaulted her body. "Ohhh wow. More. Need more blue sand." She snapped her fingers a few times, and a sluttily-dressed asari with absolutely stupendous breasts sashayed up, swinging her hips from side to side. The knee-length cock she sported was half-hard, and swayed along with her as she gracefully stepped across the room to Kelly. "Sprinkle some of that stuff on your dick, gorgeous," she said suavely, grabbing a packet and throwing it at her cleavage. The asari caught it with a smile.
 
"Of course madame, anything you like." She popped the bag open just a little bit and started to rub herself off while sniffing it deeply. "Mind if I have a little bit? Just a taste." Without waiting for an answer the woman tilted her head back and snorted a pretty good amount of blue sand straight up her nose. "Oooowah, now we're talking." Her eyes glowed blue and her huge cock stood straight up. 
 
"Perfect," said Kelly, still squirming with that 15-inch tongue sliding around in her urethra. Everything felt ridiculously wet down there thanks to the saliva. "Lemme at it." She helped the asari dust the top of her cock with blue powder, then leaned in and pressed one nostril shut, snorting it all off her cock in a single long drag. "Oooooooh god. You blue bitches know how to party."
 
Kelly lost track of time as the asari whores gratefully serviced her. She blew another two loads down the cocksucker's throat before finally shooing her away, and getting down to business with the newer girl. Kelly pushed the asari down onto the couch and straddled her. With shaky hands, she pressed their cocks together and started to thrust into her own grip, moaning softly as their hard dicks frotted wetly and messily. The asari was spilling huge amounts of cum, to suit her massive testicles, and Kelly found her hand soaked in no time. She pushed each individual finger between her lips, slurping the cum off, licking it up with her long tongue. The asari leaned forward slightly, holding her mouth open, but instead of simply letting her steal her treat, Kelly finished cleaning off her hand without swallowing before engaging in another deep kiss with her new friend, sloppily making out with her while they pawed at each other's cocks. 
 
Already revved incredibly high from the tongue-rape, it didn't take Kelly long to peak again. She gasped out loud as she soaked them both in jizz, and the asari laughed drunkenly as sticky goo covered both of their dresses. Even on her tenth orgasm and beyond, she was still cumming like a fountain. Her balls shrunk ever so slightly as she emptied them onto her friend and the couch. 
 
They both walked away happy, and Kelly found her way to the dance floor. The floor was a video screen just like the walls, but instead of random effects it was far more structured and pattern-based. Almost like a massive DDR game. Kelly giggled happily as she started to dance with one of the asari, scanning the crowd briefly before getting pulled in for a wicked kiss. She giggled again as the woman swept her off her feet, squirming her 16-inch tongue down her throat while her strong arms and hard cock pressed against Kelly's back. "I love this place," she moaned absently, both turning around and rubbing their ass cheeks together. 
 
"You look tasty," someone said, and Kelly looked to find yet another gorgeous asari, this one looked quite young, about 22 or so judging by human standards. As an asari she was probably more like 200 but Kelly's dick didn't mind at all.
 
Her first dancing partner drifted away into the crowd while the new one got down on her knees and opened her mouth, utterly soaking her lips with her own spit as she took a good 10 seconds to fully lube up her mouth with her tongue. "Goddamn that's sexy, I want to see more of you~" Kelly cooed, fondling herself through her dress. The whore went to work, happy to service such a big dick, her cheeks puffing out as she took the whole thing into her mouth and started to lap at her balls with an incredibly gifted tongue, wrapping multiple times around Kelly's sack and squeezing playfully as she easily deepthroated her fat cock.
 
She felt a presence behind her just a moment before a warm, feminine body pressed up against her back. "Hey sugar," a familiar voice cooed. She slid her arms around Kelly's waist, and pressed a huge cock between her asscheeks, the tip of her dick lying plainly on Kelly's lower back. "You ready to have the best sex of your life?
 
"Of course," Kelly breathed, about to turn her head until a long, slimy tongue wrapped around her throat from behind and tickled her jaw. Her cock throbbed. "Mmmm! That's good!" The stranger laughed softly and continued to lick, fondling Kelly's meat with a free hand while she rested her cock between her cheeks. The voice was strangely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Smooth, feminine, perhaps a little haughty. Her dress was certainly smooth on Kelly's naked back, definitely made of silk. "I like your dress," she slurred, without even seeing it. 
 
"And I like you, gorgeous. Let's have some fun." Kelly could feel the woman pull away just long enough to pull up her dress and push her cock between her thighs. Kelly let out a sluttish moan of pleasure at the sheer size of it, and quickly sat down on her dick. "Mm. Someone's eager," the stranger said, her voice a soft coo. She grabbed Kelly's thong and tore it off of her, giving it a gentle toss and draping it over the asari's head. The blue girl barely seemed to notice, her eyes fluttering shut as Kelly's crown pushed up against the back of her mouth and she gagged for a moment before letting it in. She couldn't keep from moaning as her cock was immediately sword-swallowed down to the hilt by the talented hooker, burying it in her tight, wet, hot hole. 
 
Kelly started fucking her face, gently guiding her head with her hands. The woman behind her was busily rubbing Kelly's asshole with her cockhead, smearing it with pre, which was dripping intensely enough for her to feel it on her balls. "You're so tight," she cooed into Kelly's ear, sliding an arm around her shoulder and holding something below her nose. "Take some." She knew it just by the smell, a fresh can of slush. Kelly closed her eyes and snorted deeply, taking as much slush into her lungs as she could in a single breath, holding it, then letting it out all at once with a satisfied gasp. Her sphincter relaxed, and she immediately felt that hot meat slip deep into her asshole with the aid of that sticky lube. "Mmmm~"
 
The dance-floor was a chorus of pleasured moans and squeals. Everyone was fucking. The club was descending into absolute depravity as blue sand was snorted by the bucket. Maybe the pheromones in the air had reached some critical level.  Maybe the subliminal music had taken a turn for the dirty and depraved. Whatever it was, Kelly found herself being ground up against by at least three new cocks, and she literally couldn't concentrate hard enough to do anything about it, simply letting them slide and grind over her exposed arms. The woman kept licking her throat, which tickled immensely and was outrageously satisfying. She paid special attention to Kelly's ear, her tongue taking a short detour up there before descending to her jawline to lick. A cock as big as her arm swayed past, and Kelly let out a needy moan as the woman's cock found her prostate and started to punch it nice and hard. The asari gurgled on dick as Kelly's dick swelled up from the punishment, redoubling her efforts as the unknown woman pressed her hands to her head, thrusting quickly, almost like she was fucking the asari's throat, but using Kelly's dick.
 
It didn't take too long for Kelly to lose it again. Another minute or two of breathless lovemaking before she felt her balls begin to slosh and she had the sudden desire to get her lips on something. Kelly turned her head to the side and tried to kiss the mysterious lady, but the angle was too awkward. Instead they ended up sliding their long tongues together, wrapping around each other a dozen times and squirming wetly. I never want to leave this place, Kelly thought in a drugged-up haze, her vision exploding with a million colors that had never been seen before. Want to be here for the rest of my life...
 
Splurt, splurt. The asari whore's throat bulged out with the thickness of Kelly's cum. She looked up at her practically with hearts in her eyes as she thirstily drank down every teaspoon of her nut, her belly already swollen either with pregnancy or from chugging a dozen other hot loads that evening. Certainly might have been both. Her blue dick rested on the ground, oozing from her stretched-out dickhole as the woman behind her started to push her tongue into Kelly's mouth. She found that she could barely fight back as her tongue was much stronger and easily overpowered it, forcing her into a deep, wet make-out with someone she couldn't even see. From the solid few minutes of prostate rape, the woman was cumming too, her cock engorging and stretching out Kelly's ass even more before dumping its load straight onto her prostate, soaking it with nutsludge. "I can feel it," she moaned, "deep inside me. Filling my ass up… Aaah… it's so good…"
 
"Let's take this somewhere private," the smooth voice whispered into Kelly's ear, and the yeoman happily agreed, though she suddenly found herself blindfolded by her own ripped panties as the woman retrieved them from the ground and tied them over her eyes. "Ah ah, it's got to be a surprise… You don't want to spoil the surprise, do you?" That voice really was familiar, frustratingly so, and Kelly stumbled along, blind, eager to find out more if she could. 
 
Less than a minute later, they'd arrived in one of the club's private rooms. They weren't very big, but there was enough room for a large pink heart-shaped bed that was thoroughly stained with cum and blue dust. There was a stripper pole in one corner, and in the other was a dancer's trapeze: A set of drooping cloths that could be used to hold a body off the ground, giving a woman's dancing a pleasant swaying quality. Kelly opened her mouth to ask a question when she felt a sharp blow to the back of the head, and she fell forward onto the bed. "Aaah!" 
 
"Now now, slut," said the voice, pressing her high-heeled shoe into her back. "Don't you want to get taken like the bitch you are? I could hear you moaning out there in that crowd, even over the music. You're a total anal whore. You want dick more than you want food." She pulled the shoe away and straddled Kelly's back, resting her huge nuts and long cock on her soft skin. "Admit it, your dick is just a worthless bitch-tool whose only purpose is as a vent for anal pleasure."
 
"It's true," Kelly moaned, willing to say anything at this point. The slush was making her feel really funny, like there was something else in there that there wasn't supposed to be. Her lungs weren't quite burning, just 'warm' and her breaths came quick and shallow. "My dick is just a toy for better shemales. Please, please tie me up and use my asshole as it's meant to be used, please rape me hard and make me cum on the floor like a bad girl…"
 
"Of course I will, slutmeat" the voice said, but the accent was different. Instead of sounding vaguely American, it was very clearly British. Australian, even. "I'll even rape your worthless, inferior dick for you and show you that even a bottom-bitch reject like you can be made useful." Kelly moaned desperately, incredibly turned-on by the verbal abuse. She bit her lip and grinned like a giddy schoolgirl as her new 'friend' used nanoweave rope to tie her sturdily to the bedposts, spread-eagled and face down. 
 
"Oh yes, that feels good," she gasped, wiggling hard and making absolutely no progress whatsoever. "I'm totally at your mercy, mistress… Use me however you see fit…" her cockhole was throbbing. 
 
The woman bent down and, with a gentle buzz, activated an omni-tool. Kelly didn't have time to ask what was happening before she felt a vibrating band clasp tightly around the neck of her ballsack, completely cutting off her ability to cum. "OW! Hey! What's going on!?" She started to struggle again, even harder this time, but the bindings were perfectly-tied and she couldn't even wiggle an inch off the bed. "Fuck!" She heard cold fear in her own voice.
 
The blind fold was ripped off, and Kelly looked up at her tormentor. "M-Miranda!" she gasped. "What are you doing here!?"
 
"Punishing a presumptuous slut," Miranda said harshly, slapping her face. "I sent you that video in good conscience that you would enjoy it, not that you'd go crazy and start hounding Lexanna hard enough that she could court martial you if she was even capable of coming up with something that complicated." She sneered, and delivered another sound slap to her cheek. "So now I'm going to teach the slutmeat where it belongs. Beneath my boot," she said, stepping on Kelly's face, pressing the hard sole of her shoe into her forehead.
 
"Get off," Kelly growled, starting to writhe again. 
 
"I'm sure I will," Miranda smirked. "By the way, this is a sex club. That means kinky bondage. These ropes only get tighter if you fight them." And it was true, Kelly was feeling stretched to all corners thanks to her struggles. "That omni-band I tied around your sack will tighten every time you try to cum, making sure none of your inferior seed leaks out. However, when I cum in your fuckhole, all my jizz is going to flow right into your nuts until they're aching." She caressed Kelly cheek, her hot meat throbbing in front of her face. "Plus, your body's going to think you actually came, and you'll start producing lots of fresh cum to fill your sack up, you're going to get even more swollen every time! I can't wait, it's going to be so much fun. For me."
 
"Don't do this," Kelly whined, shivering in place while using every bit of her concentration to try not to struggle and make things worse for herself. "Please."
 
Miranda cooed and stroked her face. "Ooooh, but Kelly, I thought you said you had a worthless dick. That you were totally at my mercy. It just so happens I wasn't planning for any. I wonder if I took my shoes off and stood on your balls right now, would they pop?" She slapped her cheeks a few times. "Don't worry, I'll only do that if… you disappoint me. Okay?"
 
There was a syringe of adrenaline kept in the room, to be used in emergencies if someone overdosed on drugs and their heart stopped. Miranda intended to use it simply as a way to make Kelly's body ache even more, with the added benefit of triggering her fight-or-flight response and really making her squirm. She carefully slid the head of the needle into her urethra and pressed down on the plunger, squirting concentrated taurine straight down her dick. Kelly whimpered but kept her mouth closed, a sharp bite of pain that dissipated rather quickly, but an extremely uncomfortable feeling remained- Something wasn't where it was supposed to be. She could feel liquid dripping down her urethra and into her body. Kelly's cockhead was actually glistening with cum from her previous fun, and with every little motion she smeared some of it onto the bedsheets. Miranda tutted and gave it a light tap with her fingers, just enough to make it wiggle. "Cute little dick you have there. Nothing compared to mine, though…"
 
She wrapped that same pair of cum-drenched panties around Kelly's face, then pushed two tins of slush into the groin, forcing her nostrils right up against the powerful drug. Kelly moaned and her eyes crossed as she was suddenly cut off from oxygen, and her lungs filled with glorious amphetamine. The powerful upper combined with pure adrenaline made her heart beat painfully hard, to the point that she could feel her fingertips throb. "Please," she whispered, pathetically, unable to even close her eyes or focus them as her lungs were drenched with slush. She didn't manage to whisper the next word, "stop."
 
"Please what?" Miranda laughed, now around the back of the bed and lubing up her thick cock with complimentary oil. She stroked herself off for a few seconds, until her cock was positively glowing in the warm pink light. "Please fuck my dick until I cum like a mewling little princess? I can do that." She put their cockheads together, and pushed until Kelly's urethra split open around hers, turning red as the blood was forced to the surface. Kelly squealed and writhed, only making the bindings tighter. She'd reached the point now where she was actually being pulled in each direction. Kelly hoped, naively perhaps, that it wouldn't get any tighter from there. But then Miranda really started to force herself down Kelly's cockhole, making her scream and scream as her urethra was stretched beyond anything she'd ever felt before. Sure, she'd played with sounding toys here and there, but this was enough to make her bite the pillow, if she'd had one. Miranda watched, entranced, as her mushroomed cockhead bulged out of Kelly's dickmeat all the way down. "Now this is tight," she hissed, bucking her hips to gain another extra few inches. Kelly screamed all the way up until her cock was completely stretched out, Miranda's crown resting at the base of her dick, and she thought, again, it couldn't get worse. Then Miranda grunted and flexed her thighs, pushing harder and drilling deeper into Kelly's unprepared body. The liberal quantity of dick-grease that Miranda had applied made it easy as pie to thrust deep, while preserving all the pain and discomfort of having her dickhole stretched. Kelly bit into the sheets instead, starting to drool blue as slush suffused her entire system.
 
"There we go. Think I broke it," Miranda cooed, almost in a motherly way. "I didn't want to give your weak dick any time to get used to me. You're gonna be permanently stretched out now." She smoothly fucked her dickhole for a few minutes while Kelly sobbed in distress, taking full advantage of the body butter, particularly angling her dick upwards to prod at where she guessed Kelly's prostate might be. Even better, this had the effect of making her ballsack wobble cutely, sagging to one side of her shaft. Miranda hadn't cum yet but she was shooting enough pre-cum to add a decent volume to Kelly's testicles, enough to make them plump up just slightly and turn pink. In fact, there was a whitish ring of pre-cum around her urethra where Miranda's juice was threatening to leak out, if only the seal wasn't so deliciously tight. "I'll be able to use your worthless shaft as a nice loose pussy for as long as I want, and you're going to leak cum like a fountain if I decide to release that omni-band." She covered her mouth with her hand, uttering a posh English laugh.
 
Kelly's eyes were swirling. She was panting extremely hard, nostrils flared and face turning red, spreading from her nose outwards. The slush was frying her brain and her heart wasn't getting nearly enough oxygen. But breathing harder just made her inhale more slush until her pupils were completely blown-out to an actually painful degree, the tiny muscles in her eyes straining to spread them ever-wider. "Don't," she gasped, using a bit of her precious air to do it and immediately feeling her headache worsen. 
 
"Don't what? Don't stop? No worries, babe, the last thing you have to worry about is boring me." She grabbed Kelly's hips and roughly fucked her cockhole for long minutes, grinding herself up the peak of pleasure and trying to reach that sought-after orgasm. "Fuck! Your dick is so soft on the inside, this feels amazing. Kinda doesn't feel as tight when it's this lubed-up though." When the time came to choose, she decided to edge herself instead of simply blowing her load in Kelly's balls straight away. Her dick felt incredible, but not quite as good as it could be, so why not wait and make it feel even better? Miranda pulled herself out of Kelly's cock, which immediately flopped downwards to the bed, completely soft even if it was fatter than ever. A thick soup of cum slid out and splattered the floor, something Miranda thought was hilarious as she jerked herself off to keep her hard.
 
Kelly continued to moan weakly, feeling like she was cumming because of the leakage, but at the same time her muscles were fully-tensed instead of rhythmically clenching. The blue foam leaking from her mouth was starting to turn the pink bed purple beneath her jaw. 
 
"You're worthless," Miranda hissed, herself pumping huge amounts of precum onto the floor. "You're nothing. Nothing but a dicksleeve who won't admit she's one. God, watching you sit there and squirm gets me hard…" she pulled back on her cock, and her pearly white seed dribbled down her throbbing shaft. She reached across to the table and grabbed two hallex out of a pill bottle, swallowing them dry just to pump up her pleasure that extra bit more. She was completely addicted to it.
 
"Miranda," Kelly mumbled, her fingertips starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen. 
 
"That's Mistress!" she roared, locking her fingers and slapping Kelly's balls incredibly hard. The girl yelped and stiffened up, before falling back down into the sheets, exhausted. Normally she might've even gotten off on the abuse, but this was too much. She couldn't fight back in any way as Miranda laid herself on top of her, thrusting her cock between her milky thighs. "Now…" she purred, reaching around Kelly's body and roughly groping her large, firm breasts. "Let's see what this ass of yours can do, mmm?"
 
"Don't," Kelly whimpered, and Miranda reached back and slapped her balls again, as hard as she could. 
 
"Beg for it," she hissed, whacking her cock against Kelly's ass. "Tell me just how badly you want my dick."
 
"Please," she gurgled, her testicles aching, throbbing, positively pink with tenderness. "Please fuck me and… make me your sex doll…"
 
"I don't believe you," Miranda yelled, slapping her balls again. "Make me believe it."
 
"Pleeease fuck me!" Kelly screamed, throwing her head back and shaking with effort. "Please rape my fat ass with your glorious cock, make me your dicksleeve, use my body like—Ungh!"
 
Miranda couldn't bring herself to wait any longer. That shameless begging had drove her wild. She mounted Kelly's body and rammed her cock down her asshole as hard as she could, drilling it open, stretching her out, but only beginning to satisfy her lust. She fucked her hard and fast, loud noises filling the room as Miranda's genetically-perfect sperm-factories slapped against Kelly's aching ballsack, almost literally pummelling them into submission. A steady stream of gasps and pleas trickled from Kelly's mouth, her lips and her brain totally disconnected from the pleasure and the drugs. It was nothing but babbling. Miranda's dickhead bulged out of her stomach on the other side as she raped her good and hard, pounding on her prostate deliberately, trying to make it pop. Another orgasm made Kelly's eyes roll back. Her balls sloshed loudly, glurgling wetly, deliciously, as the sperm desperately tried to escape the containers, but were utterly held back. Her nuts bulged out another inch. Miranda kept fucking, kept edging, while another five orgasms rocked Kelly's body in ten minutes. Cumming that much in ten minutes would have made her a bit sore normally, but with her balls simply swelling up instead of releasing their fluid, it was enough to have her screaming with her mouth shut tight, afraid of angering Miranda and making her slap her nuts again.
 
Miranda felt it before it happened. She pushed herself over the cliff, she'd edged too close. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, riding Kelly's ass as hard as she could, biting her lip in absolute pleasure. "You're so tight. Your body was made for getting fucked," she breathed, absent-mindedly abusing her. "Your asshole is milking my dick like a trained whore. You deserve to be on your knees in this club like the rest of these asari sluts…" She hilted her cock in her tight asshole and came, her thick cock pumping rope after rope of nutsludge into her vulnerable body. Kelly arched her back like a cat, pulling Miranda's cock out an inch, but she just pounded it back in, adjusting her angle to shoot her cum as deeply as she possibly could. The hallex was making her dizzy, making her cock feel wonderful, making everything look and taste and smell so much finer. Miranda shuddered as she started to fuck again before her first orgasm was even finished, bumping her throbbing cockhead against Kelly's prostate, rubbing it teasingly as she shot her goo onto the sensitive little button.
 
Another one hit just a few moments later, Miranda throwing her head back and screaming in pleasure. "Your asshole's too good," she cried, slapping Kelly's cheeks repeatedly before grabbing her tits and groping them hard. She was slowly coating her cock in her own jizz as she fucked her sloppy asshole, grinding her sweaty nutsack against Kelly's, making her feel the sheer difference in size. Something Kelly could never make up for. Miranda moved her hands from Kelly's breasts to her face, ripping off the panties and retrieving the two tins of slush. She kept fucking as she pressed the rims to her nostrils and took several deep hits, enough to make her nose and cheeks turn red from a blush. "Ooyeah," she grunted, sinking her fingers into Kelly's asscheeks and groping them nice and hard too, while she continually punished her soft, aching donut.
 
Kelly's brain was on fire. Her eyes rolled in her sockets, which were just about the only voluntary muscles currently working in her entire body. Her heart was still beating, and she still had respiratory function, barely, as most of the inner surface of her lungs was coated with the residue of slush. Her skin was prickling and her chest felt like someone was stabbing needles into it. Though she didn't know it, she was having a heart attack, and only the adrenaline Miranda had pumped into her bloodstream earlier stopped her from passing out right then and there.
 
"No sleeping," Miranda said callously, holding out her hand and applying a biotic choker to her neck. Kelly gurgled as her head was wrenched backwards, the energy band pressing hard on her esophagus. She bent herself in half trying to pull away from it, taking deep breaths, at last filling her body with that much-needed oxygen. She opened her eyes and looked around, though everything was blearily-bright and smudged with color from her blown-open pupils. Miranda started to slap her nuts every time she hilted, making Kelly jerk forward and moan like a whore every time. This was greatly amusing for her, and she took another half-dozen hits of slush before throwing the tins to the side. Every time Kelly relaxed, the biotic band would choke her again and force her awake, force her to confront the incredibly painful sensations sparking in her balls. They felt horrible, absolutely horrible and she had to spread her legs to keep her thighs from crushing her hugely-inflated testicles. Miranda continued to play with them roughly like they were nothing but a pair of fuzzy dice dangling from a car mirror.
 
"How dare you fuck my bitch," Miranda hissed, starting to sink into a daze of her own thanks to the heady effects of the drugs. "Turn my Shepard into your cumtank, I don't think so," she slurred, pushing her finger into Kelly's gaping, drooling cockhole and violently pumping in and out. "I'll turn you into my cumtank and we'll see how much you like it." She came again, dumping load after load into Kelly's filled-up asshole. Despite its tightness, it was reaching the point where Miranda was fucking a pool of her own jizz, it had built up so much. And all that cum had only once place to go, up, into Kelly's body once the pressure was too great for her intestinal sphincter to remain closed. Kelly moaned as she felt thick liquid flooding her body. It felt like she'd just eaten a huge meal, and her stomach was full, painfully full—but in a bizarre sensation, coming up from below instead of down from above. She gurgled wetly as Miranda's cum soaked into every crevice of her digestive system, little by little, as Miranda came and came and came. She didn't pull herself out of Kelly's asshole for more than an hour, continually snorting of Nova off her back and neck, or using her long tongue to lick it up. She also put some hallex on her tongue and fed it to Kelly, kissing her and prodding at her uvula, forcing her to swallow whether she wanted to or not. Kelly's huge, full balls were dangling down almost to her knees, completely swollen from the rough anal abuse and dozens of unfulfilled orgasms. Miranda didn't even have to punch them to make them sore. 
 
Miranda's concentration waned as her orgasms started to hit closer and closer together until it was more like one long massive ejaculation. The biotic choker disappeared but the one around her nuts stayed tight, allowing Kelly to fall forward and breathe easy at least. That was until the lack of pressure around her esophagus allowed all of those liters of cum in her stomach to flow up her throat. "Blurgh!" she gasped, vomiting pure semen onto the bed in a continuous and painful flow. Miranda moaned and stroked her own nipples, her face a cruel smirk, watching her perfect cum slide free of Kelly's mouth. 
 
Wordlessly, Miranda pulled away, retrieving her sloppy cock from Kelly's ruined, gaping asshole. It was nothing but a pink, tender well of cum between her asscheeks. Miranda went around and undid the nanoweave ropes holding her in place, while Kelly mumbled stupidly. Then she grabbed her ankles and pulled her backwards off the bed, and Kelly giggled, barely managing to summon the concentration to hold herself up with her arms just to stop from faceplanting onto the floor.
 
 Miranda flipped her over, then took off her shoes and threw them in the corner. She cooed soothingly, readying another syringe of adrenaline and injecting it straight into Kelly's urethra. Relief washed over her genitals as the pain disappeared. "Thank… you…" she wheezed, her eyes still almost completely black, her irises hidden behind a drugged-up stupor.
 
"Don't thank me," Miranda spat, easing herself backwards into the dancer's trapeze. A loop of cloth grabbed her ass, and she put her foot into another loop, holding herself completely off the ground just like that. 
 
"You look amazing," Kelly said drunkenly, blinking several times a second to moisten her dry eyes. "Mistress, you really look amazing…" 
 
"I know, whore." She reached out with her free leg and planted her foot on Kelly's dick, flopping it upwards and pressing it against her belly. With a curious expression she started to put some weight down on it, swaying on the trapeze. The more weight she put down, the farther back the hammock stretched, making her split her legs just to press her heel firmly into Kelly's dick.
 
"That hurts so good," she mumbled, grabbing her breast with one hand and squeezing them playfully. "You gonna step on my balls too, mistress?" Kelly was completely out of it. Everything felt like a dream. The two shots of adrenaline were turning her brain into mush thanks to her hyper-active heartbeat. Even her eyeballs were throbbing. There was still so much cum oozing up her throat that she was constantly choking with every attempted breath. Her stomach was positively bulging with it.
 
"Now there's a good idea," Miranda cooed, gently lifting her foot off of Kelly's cock and then suddenly ramming down hard on her left testicle. Kelly screamed and twisted in agony, even the adrenaline unable to cope with that much pain. She heard the loud slosh as liquid swirled around her stretched-out nutsack, quickly getting out of the way of Miranda's heel, with a grotesque sound like twisting a party balloon. "Your balls belong to me," she growled, relaxing slightly, then coming back on the other testicle. Starting gently, but ramping up the pressure in just a few seconds until she was putting almost all of her weight on that swollen orb.
 
Normally it would be pretty much impossible to smash someone's testicles just by stepping on them. They're simply too springy and malleable, the same consistency as skin when you get right down to it. Oh yes, it would hurt like hell—Some scientific tests have suggested that it's even more painful to have your balls crushed than to give birth. 
 
But this was no ordinary situation. Kelly's scrotum was incredibly swollen, already aching, pumped to its limit and beyond by the liters of cum that were being tightly held-back by the omni band. Miranda eased herself forwards off the trapeze, lifting up her foot at the same time and staring down at Kelly's quivering body. She was literally too drugged-up to move. "Scum," she breathed, holding out her hand and removing the omni-band, unplugging Kelly's cock, before stamping down as hard as she could, and with a wet crack, crushed both of her balls into grey paste.
 
Pure white cum gushed from Kelly's gaping dickhole. It was like a garden hose. Her ruined balls constricted wildly with the blockage gone, pumping milky white goo by the liter onto the floor. Her cum soaked the carpet and made a huge puddle between her thighs. She couldn't stop screaming. Her throat felt like it was going to rip apart. Miranda continued to smash her heel into Kelly's ruined balls, grinding them into the floor. Her sack was completely limp, like a used condom that had been filled and stretched all out of shape. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she sobbed in mortal pain, with the occasional gout of cum forcing its way up her throat and out her mouth before she could continue screaming.
 
The pain never stopped. It never lessened. Miranda's expression was one of cruel amusement as she continued to dance on Kelly's smashed testicles, hardly able to make the pain any worse. It was by far the most unpleasant thing she'd ever experienced, far more than having her skin scorched by energy weapons. It was like everything in her entire world had been smashed along with her nuts, like every second of human evolution had poured all of its attention into creating the finest sperm-factories possible, and all of those millions of years suddenly disappeared into the void along with her broken balls. Kelly tore at her eyes with her fingers, screaming louder and louder until Miranda grabbed her throat and forced her to sit up, slapping her cheek and thrusting herself down her throat.
 
"Sweet silence," Miranda cooed, drilling her thick cock down Kelly's overstuffed neck. She could see her own dick bulging out of it, could see Kelly's body convulsing as she attempted to puke, desperately trying to get this invader out of her body. It was no use. Miranda was incredibly strong and totally resolute, fucking Kelly as hard as she could to the point that her own dick hurt from dragging along her teeth. Kelly fell to the ground again, and instead of slapping her, Miranda simply dragged her away from the bed and pushed her cock past her lips the other way, covering her eyes with her perfect cumtanks and making sweet love to her throat. Kelly couldn't see anything. Couldn't smell anything. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't taste anything except spunk. Couldn't feel anything except pain. The adrenaline had put so much, so much stress on her heart, and her lungs were still coated in slush. Her heart beat slower and slower until it finally stopped.
 
Miranda allowed a wicked smirk to cross her lips as she felt her body give up the fight at last. "That's what you get," she hissed, hilting in her mouth on the final word. "Unf! Fucking whore. You tried to grab my bitch." Her brutality only increased as Kelly stopped moving, forcing her meat down her now-loose throat and stirring up some of the cum she'd pumped up her ass. She grabbed Kelly's throat and tightened her grip just because she could, squeezing down and milking her dick even harder as she thrust, laughing. "There's a good bitch," she hissed, her voice dark. She slapped her cheeks a few times, but Kelly was completely limp without even a hint of motion. Her fingertips were completely blue. Miranda groaned in pleasure, the absolute joy of dominance over a weaker, inferior specimen. She was outright brutal with her fucking now that Kelly's pain wasn't an issue: Right now all that mattered was getting one last orgasm. Or two, or three. She fucked her for another few minutes before letting out a feral roar, and flooding her already-packed throat with fresh cum. Semen backwashed up around her meat, leaking out of Kelly's nose and staining her lips. The orgasm was long and enormously pleasurable, and when she finally peeled her sweaty ballsack away from Kelly's eyes, there was no light left in them.
 
"I'm not done yet," she huffed, breathing hard, wiping her runny nose with the back of her hand. All that nova and hallex (and blue sand, from earlier) was giving her an incredibly intense high. Her cock still twitched needfully, always wanting more, and Miranda aligned herself with Kelly's gaping urethra and thrust herself inside. She moaned hard, slipping effortlessly into her loose dickhole, stretching that limp cocksleeve around her shaft. Like thrusting into an inanimate object, like a melon. Miranda made herself laugh thinking about fucking a watermelon, but then lost interest and started to pound away nice and hard. With absolutely no blood-flow keeping Kelly erect, her cock shrank into a loose rag and Miranda not only went balls-deep into her urethra, but pushed her soft cock all the way back to her groin and went balls-deep in her body. No more pain to worry about. Every inch of Miranda's twitching cock was buried in her lover's corpse, and she gleefully raped her for another half an hour as her body went cold. She spun herself around 180 degrees without pulling out, and pushed in the opposite direction, eventually able to feel her cock spread out as she penetrated Kelly's nuts. "Mmmm, gooey," she purred, feeling her cock get coated in thick nutsludge. She rode her until one last orgasm rocked her body, her asshole clenching as she dumped her very last load straight into Kelly's sack, making it swell up one last time before pulling out.
 
Miranda left the corpse where it was, stepping out onto the dancefloor in her shoes and her gorgeous red dress once again. Asari and humans all turned to look at her absolutely sopping-wet cock, dribbling onto her thighs and onto the floor.
 
On the dance floor, she spotted Liara, who was happily dancing with another asari, letting their hot cocks slap together in the air and spill their juices all over each other's meat. She was wearing a stunning white backless dress that showed off her bulging ballsack even from behind, which made Miranda's cock twitch. She stepped up and pressed herself against Liara's back, whispering into her ear. The three danced together for a short while before Miranda pulled away, lacing her fingers together with Liara's and beckoning for her to follow.
 
All three of them went back to the lounge, in fact the very same couch where Kelly had been having fun a few hours ago. All of the bags of blue sand had been stolen where she'd forgotten them. Miranda sat down with her legs spread wide and let her cock throb, while the nameless asari whore got on her knees and immediately started to clean her cock in her throat, closing her eyes and issuing very pleased moans as she did. The cum was incredibly delicious… how'd she get it like that?
 
"Don't you think Shepard has become a little… strange?" Miranda said, stroking Liara's shoulder with her fingers. "I mean she isn't able to manage the ship like she used to. Maybe we should take control of the situation.
 
Liara was quick to agree. "Lexi's been aloof lately, it's not like her. We were lovers once, you know." She straightened her back against the couch as a human whore came over to start servicing Liara's dick with her mouth. "I've been worried about her. She's changed."
 
"You bottomed for her, didn't you?" Miranda cooed, stroking Liara's cheek. "And now she won't put out."
 
"How did you know?" Liara breathed, but was silenced by a quick kiss to the lips. 
 
"Never mind how I know. If I said… I could give you the opportunity to fuck her again? But this time, dominate her. Remake Shepard into nothing but your slutty little breeding bitch… what would you say?"
 
Liara's eyes glowed with interest. "I'd say we have a lot more to talk about…"
 
They made love with each other, and with the whores of Blue Sand, for many hours, tiring each other out and exhausting many more bags of sand. At last they returned to the Normandy, headed to Miranda's quarters, and set about concocting a plan of action.
 


