Omegan Roulette

Commander Jane Shepard let out a miserable, exhausted groan as consciousness came back to her poor battered body. She hadn’t felt this bad since… well, since she’d died. Her body had barely finished being knit together by Cerberus scientists and she was already putting it through combat tougher than anything she’d faced in her entire career.

It didn’t help that the damn mattress Cerberus had put in her cabin felt as hard and cold as steel.

“Mhhm!”

Shepard sighed, hearing the muffled groan of a woman somewhere above her head, and cracked a small smile. She’d missed that sound.

Sure, being dead for two years meant it hadn’t actually been all that long since she’d last fucked, to her mind it felt like only a week or so since she’d had Liara pinned beneath her, sinking every last inch of her cock into the virgin asari slut’s cunt. Her body, on the other hand, had two years’ worth of frustration it wanted to release.

She didn’t remember going to bed with anyone last night, but then again, she had enjoyed a few drinks in the Afterlife bar, and a lot of those Asari dancers had looked fucking delicious. She must have just had one too many and gotten lucky anyway, it wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Shhprrr!”

“Whuduhfhhk!”

Huh.

That was two muffled voices now, she suddenly wished she could remember the past night a lot more.

“Shepard, it’s time to wake uuu-up.” A third voice cooed in a sing-song tone, and finally Shepard hauled herself up off her face with a grunt of confusion.

She was not in her cabin. She was not in some shitty hotel room. She wasn’t even in some private lounge in a strip club.

She was in a prison cell.

And she wasn’t alone.

Two asari were lying on their backs in front of her, or more accurately, two asari were mechanically restrained and balanced on their backs in front of her.

The gorgeous, curvy, sapphire body of Justicar Samara was trussed up helplessly in all its naked glory, sat in place besides the woman who could only be her daughter, Morinth. The identical pair of blue beauties were bound and gagged the same, with legs bent and raised high to show off their fat blue asses and the sopping messes of their alien cunts.

Colossal blue udders, far bigger and juicier than Liara’s, heaved with panicked breaths as their owners stared around the room and at Shepard, plush azure lips stretched around hard, wet ball gags.

Shepard blinked, watching as the two identical asari wriggled as much as they could in their bonds, big grey eyes wide and panicked. She just barely noticed, once she’d torn her eyes away from the pair’s fertile pussies and wobbling tits, that the woman she’d pegged as Samara wasn’t wearing her usual forehead plates.

She barely had time to wonder if she’d mistaken the justicar for her identical homicidal daughter, before a set of speakers in the ceiling thrummed into life.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” The voice of Aria T’Loak cooed over the intercom as Shepard stared in awe and bewilderment at the scene in front of her. “Have a nice nap?”

“A… Aria?” Shepard groaned, turning around stupidly as the pirate queen’s mocking tones filtered into the cell. “What… what the fuck is going on?”

“It’s alright, you haven’t been harmed… yet.” Aria purred, “Be grateful, hero, most people who cross me just get their throats slit.”

“Ghhrrh!” the asari on the left growled into her gag, whilst her twin strained uselessly against the chains holding her legs in position.

“Patience, sluts. I’ll get to you.” Aria laughed, before with a hum of electricity, the cell began to light up. Neon lights shone on the walls and the tiny red lights of recording cameras blinked into life across every surface. A faint mist began to pool around the soles of Shepard’s feet as she did her best to cover herself with her hands, realising she too was buck ass naked.

It was a losing battle, Shepard may have not had the same monster-sized udders as Miranda, Samara or Ashley, but she was still plenty busty. Besides, just one hand would never be enough to hide away her throbbing python of a cock, even when it was flaccid.

“Damnit Aria, what the fuck are you playing at?” Shepard growled, backing herself into a corner and scowling at all the many watching cameras.

“After that stunt you pulled with Archangel, I was willing to cut you a little slack.” Aria drawled, “But you just had to keep pushing, interfering in my operations, making trouble for me. No-one does that and lives, not even the great Commander Shepard. So consider this my merciful solution to your constant annoyance.”

With a thud, a fresh set of lights blazed into life around the left asari, blinking and flashing with an inviting red glow around her helpless body as she growled and tugged on her restraints.

“You and your justicar pet came looking for an Ardat Yakshi in my club. I found her first.”

With a second thud, lights illuminated around the right asari, this time blue, and began to blink in the same inviting patterns around her.

“Justicars are bad for business, nosy human spectres are bad for business, and murderous Ardat-Yakshi are most definitely bad for business.” Aria hissed. “So I’m going to kill three birds with one stone, and let the lot of you take care of yourselves.”

The lights around the asari began to alternate between red and blue, blinking one colour then the next faster and faster as Aria continued.

“One of these bitches is the Justicar, the other is her murderous brat. You’re going to fuck one of them stupid or I’ll flood the room with neurotoxin gas. If you’re lucky and breed the Justicar, she’ll be set free and the two of you can deal with your prey and leave my station in peace. Choose wrong, you die, the bitch gets set loose, your Justicar friend follows you into the afterlife, and the murderous little cunt gets to leave instead.” The cruel asari laughed, “The choice is yours, Shepard.”

“You… you can’t be serious!?” Jane snarled, eyes darting down to the pair of identical blue sluts, who looked to be having the same reaction she was.

“I’m deadly serious, Shepard. The only way you leave my station alive is after you give me a nice vid of you balls deep in a helpless asari justicar. If you ever interfere in my business again, you can be sure that vid will leave my personal collection and be on every porn site in the galaxy in a second. As for you Morinth, if you do get lucky and get the commander to pick you, I’ll give you safe passage out of my territory before everyone on this station gets orders to shoot you on sight, ok sweetie?” Aria added, “If any of you ever come near my territory again, I’ll have you blown out of the sky.”

“So that’s the gambit. You two blue whores try to convince the commander to fuck you silly, winner gets to live.”

“And if I won’t play your sick game?”

“You mean other than getting gassed?” Aria asked tiredly, “I have guns trained on your ship as we speak, refuse and it won’t just be you who’ll die, it’ll be everyone under your command.”

Shepard scowled at the cameras mutely, before hanging her head in defeat.

“Wonderful.” Aria laughed. “Have fun now!”

The red and blue lights flashing around the helpless asari blazed for a moment before dimming, leaving only two bound blue beauties and a helpless, horny human to figure out what to do next.

“Ok… ok shit let me think about this.” Shepard groaned, pacing around the walls of the cell and desperately searching for any way out. There wasn’t even a fucking door as far as she could tell, and whatever the mist was that was pooling around the floor, it was making concentration hard, among other things.

“Some kind of fucking aphrodisiac.” Jane grunted, gingerly pushing a palm against her rock-hard cock and biting her lip. She was so stiff her erection barely moved an inch as she pushed down on it, and came springing back up into position like rubber the instant she let go. A fat dollop of pearly white precum bubbled from her tip and dropped down into the mist below. “God damn it.”

Behind her, the two asari groaned and writhed in their restraints. The gas was driving them into just as much of a heat as it was Shepard, both of their plump azures dripping with quim and pulsing with arousal, as if they were just begging Shepard to dive in.

“Alright… alright fine I’ll play the fucking game.” Shepard breathed, eyeing both women nervously before running her fingers through her sweaty hair. “Uh… Samara blink twice if it’s you?”

Both asari blinked twice, and then looked at each other, and then at her like she was a moron.

“Fuck.” Shepard nodded, feeling pretty stupid too.

“Shhpr.” The left asari said through her ball gag, grey eyes deadly serious. “Ishhmhh.”

“Dhn lhhsn.” The right grunted immediately, “Shhs Mmrth.”

“Well that’s not helpful either.” Shepard sighed, “Listen… just… let me think.”

She stared down at the pair intently, desperate to see any difference between them that could help, but they were utterly indistinguishable from one another. The one on the left had a few scars in different places to the one on the right, but Shepard had never seen either woman naked and so couldn’t use that to identify them.

No tattoos or birthmarks anywhere on their beautiful, glistening bodies that would indicate a lifestyle of devout service or hedonistic indulgence. No make-up left on their faces to differentiate the noble warrior and the psychotic party girl.

Shepard swallowed, desperately trying to ignore her erection and the insidious urge to taste the helpless aliens at her mercy, before lowering her head to the right Asari’s breast. Her Hail Mary bid to see if Morinth may just have gotten her nipples pierced failed spectacularly as neither woman showed any sign.

Samara was gorgeously thick, but Morinth had clearly inherited her fertile figure, and so Shepard couldn’t easily tell which was older, or had given birth before. She shifted her position and shuffled to the left Asari’s forehead, trying unhopefully to see if there was any kind of residue from whatever kept the Justicar’s tiara stuck to her forehead. There wasn’t any on either woman.

“Shhpr.” The right asari moaned as jane withdrew from staring at her head. “Phhs.”

Shepard winced, tempted to try and comfort the woman, but for all she knew this was Morinth trying to trick her. She glanced at the other, who simply closed her eyes and waited. The left asari followed Shepard’s gaze and growled indignantly, wriggling in her bonds and staring up at the human throbbing above her.

‘Ok.’ Shepard thought to herself, turning away from both women and pinching her brow, ‘I can figure this out…

Ordinarily, she would have expected the peaceful meditation to come from Samara, that was so much of her entire personality after all. That being said, she’d been on edge ever since Morinth had come onto the scene, acting far more emotional and intense ever since they’d landed on Omega.

Maybe Samara was counting that Shepard, knowing her, would recognise her stoicism and decision to meditate rather than convince her outright. Or maybe Morinth, not knowing how desperate Samara had been acting the past few days, was counting on her mother’s usual cold demeanour to implicate her as the safe choice.

Maybe Morinth was struggling and straining against the bonds because she lacked her mother’s discipline, or maybe the situation was just so dire Samara was losing her usual focus.

Maybe Samara had tried to plead with Shepard as best she could because of the trust they’d built up over the mission so far, all those late nights talking in her lounge about asari history and philosophy. Or maybe Morinth had just counted on Shepard’s reputation as a kind-hearted saviour.

Fuck it was too hot to think in the cell, and her cock was aching for action worse than she’d ever felt. She could practically taste the scent of asari in heat on the air, slutty alien sweat and broiling fertile cunts just begging to be bred.

She covered her face with her hands and groaned, her cock jerking insistently and driving her mad.

Suddenly, she heard something she hadn’t expected: the meaty slapping of a twerking asari ass.

She spun to see the left asari rhythmically bouncing her fat butt as much as she could in her restraints, eyes-half-lidded and clouded by lust as she stared at the commander. That gorgeous blue beach of assmeat was singing a siren song Shepard could barely resist, and the asari’s motions were making her huge tits roll and swell like waves in the ocean, just begging for Shepard’s fingers to sink into them.

In an instant, the right asari let out an indignant grunt and began to twerk as well, jiggling her fertile body as much as she could and filling the air with the sound of clapping asari cheeks.

“S… Samara?” Shepard blushed, all of her careful calculations forgotten as the pair of helpless women silently begged to be bred. She would never have suspected Samara to act so lewdly, even to save her own life, but god whichever blue slut she was, she was putting on one hell of a show.

“Fuck… I can’t take it anymore.” Shepard whined, clutching her cock as hard as she could as the last of her defiance shattered.

She made her choice.