Aboard the Batarian Slave Vessel

"You want to fuck me, Batarian? Is that all it takes to satisfy you, I knew your species was narrow minded, but I didn't think sex was the only thing that drove your decision making process!" Miranda fired back, even as Da'kar's coarse hand traversed towards her inner thigh.

Da'kar's grip of her chin increased, he leaned in until the heat of his heavy breathing brushed across Miranda's face. "Perhaps we can be a little narrow minded, but it was still more than enough to lure a supposedly intelligent being such as yourself here, with no real options other than the ones I'm so generously offering. And to answer your first question, nothing would fill me with more glee than sliding my cock into your tight human pussy, and I'll have you begging for me to give it to you! One last time, a bullet, or a trade?"

Miranda made one final attempt to tap into her biotics, her muscles became taut as she desperately tried to send the vile trio flying, but nothing would come. Boiling anger filled her, regretting that she had so easily walked herself into the trap, masterminded by a deluded Batarian who considered himself an equal to a naval captain within the Turian Hierarchy Space Force. Any slight movement she made was immediately followed by the tightening of the grip of her shoulders. The perfect human woman was forced to come to terms with her hopeless situation, forced to accept that the only way she would make it out alive would be by allowing herself to be debased by an alien race she despised above all others; forced into becoming the temporary pleasure slave of Da'kar.

"Bastard!" Miranda sneered, letting her head fall for the first time, something that silently signalled her decision.

"Typical human female, all bluster and arrogance, until you finally bring them to heel!" Da'kar laughed victoriously, quickly followed by the snickering of his two remaining subordinates. "When I'm done with you, I promise that the only thing that goes through your mind whenever you're in the mood will be the desperate need to feel a Batarian's cock inside you!"

Without warning, Da'kar leaned over and grabbed a hold of the magnetic sealer of Miranda's uniform, savagely tearing it down, causing the raven haired woman's heavy breasts to be exposed to the musky recycled air. The only thing between Da'kar and her naked breasts was the expensive, sheer black 'After Dark Fashion' bra that cupped them, made from an incredibly soft lace material. Even as Miranda kept her head down, a heavy red blush rose to prominence on her aristocratic cheeks.

"How delicious," Da'kar flashed a grin that was imbued with terrible desire, one he shared with compatriots. He placed his hands on the curve of Miranda's breast, feeling the delicate lace against his fingertips. "Tell me, what kind of outfit is Cerberus running? A high ranking officer who wears a catsuit that hugs every inch of her sinfully enticing body, heeled boots that wouldn't look out of place on the legs of an Asari table dancer, and undergarments that look suspiciously like lingerie? You have the body of a slut! And I think you know it too!"

Miranda bit her tongue as Da'kar continued his groping, she heard the breathing of the crew member closest to her increasing by the second. Just as she imagined the countless numbers of poor women that had found themselves enslaved by the repulsive four eyed aliens would have done, Miranda simply let her captors do whatever they wanted, in the admittedly weak hope that Da'kar would at least keep his word.

"Nothing to say? You see how easy it is to render even the most stuck up humans docile? But this is just the beginning," Da'kar promised.

He snuck his fingers beneath the thin straps of the bra and yanked them roughly, easily tearing the stitching apart. Another sudden tug tore the bra itself away, providing Da'kar with an unfettered view of Miranda's pale globes. His hands eagerly latched onto her breasts once more, his thumbs traced across Miranda's small pink nipples. Knowing that she couldn't stop him if she tried, Da'kar dared to drop his head down, extending out his coarse tongue to run it across her smooth flesh, deliberately leaving a trail of saliva that twinkled beneath the fluorescent lights above.

Once he felt satisfied, Da'kar stood upright and took a few steps back, as if to admire his cruel handiwork. "That's the main benefit you get with humans. Their skin is soft, just begging to be touched, it's a mystery as to how such a physically fragile species managed to go toe to toe with the Turians. Now, why don't you get on your knees and put those soft lips of yours to work?"

Miranda stared back at Da'kar with a glare that usually would have been enough to cause her subordinates aboard the Lazarus Station to wither away, fearful of being the recipient of her sharp tongue. Yet, the only effect it had on the Batarian was the broadening of his grin, she found no hint of fear in the alien. Instead, Da'kar grabbed onto the straps holding his Varren skin pants in place, making quick work of loosening the bindings, until he finally wrenched his cock free.

The mere sight of it caused the normally Stoic Miranda to feel a rare spark of fear, she just narrowly avoided the urge to gag as Da'kar lightly ran his closed hand across the length, an action that produced thick droplets of viscous pre-cum to build up at the tip, dripping with arousal. Just the thought of ingesting a single drop of his seed was enough to renew Miranda's resistance, but it still proved futile, especially when she felt the unmistakable feeling of the barrel of a weapon being pressed against her back.

Closing her eyes tightly, Miranda slowly lowered herself down, until she felt the hard metal floor against her knees. She heard the sounds of heavy boots stepping towards her, until they stopped just inches away. When she reopened her eyes, she was met with the stomach turning sight of Da'kar's member hovering in front of her face. It shared the deeply alien qualities of its owners, with a set of rounded bumps that ran along the crown, along with a set of rib-like protrusions that ran along the thick shaft.

"Don't get shy on me now, human! One of the downsides of holding the rank of captain is the responsibilities that come with it, it's been a while since I've been able to enjoy the comforts of any of the women we manage to collar. But you more than make up for it, I might even goes as far as to say that you might give a few Batarian females a bit of competition," Da'kar laughed, relishing the power he held over Miranda as he pushed his cock towards her mouth, eagerly enjoying the fire in her eyes as she stared up at him. "Now remember, no biting!"

Desiring to get the whole thing over with as soon as she could, Miranda was forced to comply. She opened her mouth and brought her head close, not stopping until she felt her lips make contact with the pulsating cock head. The salty taste of the Batarian's pre-cum washed over her taste buds, searing itself into her head in a way she knew she would never forget. But she persisted, forcing her mouth along the thick organ inch by vile inch, urged on by a hand that held her by the back of the head.

Miranda was by no means lacking in sexual experience, something her iPartner account more than proved. But given that almost every man she had ever been with sexually had been of human origin, proportionally similar in terms of their anatomy. She felt herself being pushed to her limits as the cock slid across her tongue, creeping its way down her throat, deep enough for her to feel the bumps around the crown rubbing against the walls of her throat.

Despite the very deliberate effort on the part of Da'kar to get her to break her restrained facade, Miranda endured, opening her throat as much as she could, letting the distinctly alien member settle in her gullet. Slowly but surely, Miranda rocked her head back and forth, gradually becoming accustomed to the girth of the cock, coating it with as much saliva as she could to allow for a more smoother motion. Her talented mouth surprised Da'kar, even his roughest motions didn't seem to shake Miranda, who took everything he gave her without pause.

After a good few minutes of consistent head bobbing, Miranda thankfully felt the rigid organ retracting from her throat, until her airway was entirely clear of obstruction. Strands of saliva fell away from Da'kar's manhood, landing squarely on Miranda's chin, only adding to her increasingly dishevelled appearance. Looking up out of curiosity, she found the smug Batarian standing proudly above her, sliding his hand over his engorged manhood, slick with a copious amount of Miranda's saliva.

"I can tell you confidently that I've never encountered any slave that could take a Batarian's cock whole on the first attempt," Da'kar said with a nod, signalling for his men to bring Miranda back onto her feet, "if there was any human destined to be the head liner of one of the more pricey brothels on Khar'shan, I wish it could have been you. Then again, there's always the possibility when you finally realise what you were truly meant for. But for now, I get to be the one lucky enough to lay claim to you."

Once more, Da'kar took Miranda's uniform in his hands, pulling it away from her shoulders and downwards, revealing her flat stomach. Eventually, the form fitting outfit was far enough down that Miranda's so her thong clad womanhood came into view, sending the Batarians wild with excitement. The garment stood no chance when Da'kar forcefully ripped it apart, tossing it away without a care, leaving Miranda's sopping pussy bare for all four of his eyes to behold.

Far too gone to bother resisting, Miranda let herself be guided over to the cot nearest to her, pushed over the rusted metal frame, causing her to lanland on her back upon the thin, stained mattress. She mentally prepared herself for what she knew would come, settling against the threadbare mattress so that she would at least be comfortable during her imminent ravaging.

Bracing herself for entry, Miranda looked at the shape of Da'kar as he loomed large, crawling onto the bed, resting his full weight on it as he shuffled into place. With a predatory smirk, Da'kar made a move that Miranda couldn't have anticipated. His heavily calloused hands went for her neck, wrenching the black choker that sat around it off with one hardy tear. Pinned down by his much heavier weight, the human in her vulnerable position observed as the Batarian reached into another one of his pockets, this time producing what was unmistakably a thin titanium collar.

Miranda thrashed on the bed, determined to stop his hands as they moved ever closer to her, but with her limbs still tangled within her durable bodysuit, as well as the admittedly superior strength of the captain, she stood no chance as he forced the metal collar around her thin neck, the sound of it automatically locking echoed sharply in her ears. It emitted a small yellow holographic projection along the circumference, with text written in the native language of the Batarians emblazoned across her throat, displaying a name chosen by the being that had sealed it on her.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Batarian!" Miranda flared up, feeling the blood draining from her cheeks as the weight of the collar weighed against her delicate throat, showing no sign of relinquishing its solid grip as she pulled at it with her fingers.

There was no sight more hated by Miranda than that of a human female with a slave collar wound around her throat. She had seen countless images and vids over the decade and a half since she had first joined Cerberus that depicted the ruthlessness of the pirate gangs and slavery rings that operated throughout the galaxy. Mindnoir and the attack on Elysium never failed to stir the anti-alien sentiment amongst the sizeable Cerberus workforce, thoughts of slaughtered colonists and women being led away in chains only intensified the drive to accelerate the pro-human cause.

Miranda had read through multiple first hand accounts of women who had been liberated by Alliance forces from the slave camps and pleasure dens across the border with the Terminus System. Those that had been taken at an older age always made their feelings about the Batarians and their low-life associates very clear, venting their unbridled rage, vowing to get revenge for the love ones they had lost during the raids on their respective colonies.

An interesting phenomenon could be noticed when it came to those women who were younger when they were captured, with attitudes that were far less vitriolic towards their slave masters. Many were subjected to over a decade's worth of influence and indoctrination, their names and identities were stripped from them, replaced by designations written in the language belonging to their Batarian masters. It disturbed Miranda to see just how common Stockholm Syndrome was amongst such women, with many still expressing a desire to be reunited with the slavers that had taken everything from them.

The feeling of the collar resting against her neck sent a terror through Miranda that she hadn't felt since the days of her youth, living under the ever present scrutiny of her father and the cold, watchful eyes of her tutors. Once again, the daughter of Henry Lawson was ensnared.

Da'kar grabbed Miranda's ankles and hoisted them up, adjusting his knees to get into his preferred position. "I prefer if when my women are ready and collared! Besides, I think it suits you, you would fetch a hefty sum on the open market, but I guess I'll just have to settle for a one off rut!"

Miranda felt her body stiffen as Da'kar edged up to her, pressing the tip of his shaft against her vaginal opening, stitching as it nestled itself between her soft petals. Her head pressed itself against the deflated pillow as he forced his way inside, stretching out Miranda's soft silky walls with every inch that disappeared into her. Her sense of pride was pushed to its limits, struggling to cope with the reality of her body being penetrated by a Batarian, a species that viewed her as being no different to an animal, believing whole heartedly that it was their divine right to do with her as they pleased.

"Ahh! Just as good as I hoped!" Da'kar hissed, clamping his dual sets of eyes shut, feeling Miranda unwillingly enveloping his member, taking him far deeper than most females he had been with over his decades in the galactic slave trade. "Feels like being in an Asari maiden, you definitely aren't just a run of the mill human female! No, there's definitely more than meets the eye with you."

Miranda turned her head and looked away from the four pitch black eyes that giddily stared down at her, wincing as she felt him pumping his cock in and out of her, painfully slapping his groin against her milky white skin. Her fingers wound themselves around the cheap synthetic cotton blanket that had been tossed into a bunch by its former owner, tightening until her knuckles turned pale.

Her legs were propped up by Da'kar's shoulders, granting him total access to her perfect body as he jerked his cock deep inside her pussy, swirling his hips around whenever he felt a certain degree of resistance. It appalled her heavily once she felt him bottom out, embedding his vile cock deeper than any of her other sexual partners, reaching a point where the slit of his urethra kissed the opening of her cervix, smearing it with his yellowish seed.

Miranda tried to cancel out the sounds that filled the crew quarters, a chorus of the ear piercing squeaking of the rusty bed springs and the callous laughter of the two Batarian spectators who watched the defilement of the beautiful Cerberus operative with great interest.

Da'kar pushed her svelte legs aside and wrapped them around his waist, hooking the tall heels of her thigh high boots against the thin metal frame of the cot. He tilted over, increasing the pressure of his thrusting as he brought his lips to Miranda's neck, drawing it over the cold metal surface of the collar and across her warm pale skin. It was a symbolic gesture on the part of the Batarian, as far as he was concerned the collar and its wearer were one in the same.

"I bet you thought you were safe in your ivory tower, locked away from the rest of the galaxy by your little human centric group?" Da'kar grunted, kneading her breasts with his hand, grabbing her chin to force her to acknowledge his temporary dominion over her. "Yet, here you are, no different to any of the other women that have graced the halls of this ship. Fucked on the very same cot that has probably seen its fair share of exotic slaves broken in by the crew, wearing the very same collar that they did. This is your natural place, where you belong, you'll realise that soon enough!"

Da'kar finally ceased his savage thrusts and withdrew his cock, slapping it against Miranda's previously tight slit. Grabbing her by her narrow waist, he lifted her up and turned her around, forcing her to rest on her hands and knees, which brought her mouth in line with the exposed member belonging to one of the crew members, but she was far too worn to muster up any resistance, both in body and spirit. Da'kar repositioned himself behind her, driving his thick cock back into her, sliding in with superb ease.

Miranda opened her mouth wide as the crew member stepped up, just glad that his size was slightly smaller compared to Da'kar. Embarrassment struck her hard as the duo adopted a rhythm, using her body to efficiently satisfy themselves. Da'kar gave her rear a sharp strike with his hand, which earned a moan from the human, one she wished she could have prevented.

"There we are, now that didn't take too long, did it?" Da'kar cackled, latching onto Miranda's hips, digging his fingers into the supple flesh as his hips surged in a sawing motion. "The resistance is gone, replaced by pleasure. One experience with a Batarian is all it takes to get you bent over like a Varren in heat, you like it, don't you?"

"Ohh, God!" Miranda cried as the crew member hit a breakneck speed, the heavy pulsating against her tongue let her know he was close.

"That's it, let it out, this is what you were destined to be. Give in to it," Da'kar tempted her, reaching a thunderous pace.

Miranda's blue eyes widened as the crew member reached his climax, sending thick ropes of his sperm soaring down her throat, flooding her with his frothy discharge. As he pulled his softening shaft free, he smeared the last few drops over her lips, then handed complete control over her back to his captain.

Da'kar turned her back around to face him, holding her close enough to press her large breasts against his chest, setting her down on his lap as he continued ti vigorously feed his manhood into her pussy.

"Now there's no going back! Even if you go back to your precious space station and try to forget this encounter, you know deep down that you never will. I've collared and conquered you! I even took your name from you and gave you a more suitable one!" Da'kar boasted. "Sha'viska, a fine name for a Batarian's slave girl. It roughly translates to 'Ivory Beauty!'"

Miranda couldn't hold back her moans any longer, not when the Batarian had managed to chip away at her so precisely, so thoroughly. She voiced her surrender without restraint, choosing to ride her body against Da'kar's, using her knees to propel herself up and down, crying out as her body responded to his evil intent with an orgasm that almost blurred her vision. She heard a satisfied laugh rumble in Da'kar's throat, it made her very aware of just what it signified -- it proved he was right about her, to a certain extent. His hand ran across her waist, landing on the small of her back, holding her in place as he neared his own orgasm.