(Commission) Jack's Lesson in Humility.

A Commissioned Piece.

Jack takes up whoring to fund her drug habit after leaving the Normandy. Unfortunately, she runs afoul of a gang of asari mercenaries who don't appreciate her insults.

-o-o-o-

It wasn’t the first time Jack had felt the humid Omega air caress her nearly naked body, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. It had been years since she’d last been aboard the grimy station, well before she’d gotten careless and been captured by the blue suns, made to sit in cryogenic suspension aboard purgatory for months on end as punishment for her crimes.

Jack sighed and took another draw of her cigarette. She supposed she should have been grateful to Commander Shepard for getting her out, but honestly the redheaded bitch had rubbed her the wrong way ever since they’d met at the airlock. The perfect, goody-goody girlscout, pretending she was so moral and noble whilst she happily worked with the child-murdering scum of Cerberus. And she’d had the nerve to look down on Jack?

Ha.

She was glad to be rid of her, and the rest of the Normandy. As gorgeous as that ship might have been, it was wasted under Shepard.

She tilted her shaved head back and blew a plume of green smoke up to join the perpetual smog that covered the lower points of Omega’s habitation decks before flicking her cigarette into a puddle.

The low, sultry lights that glowed over the fondly nicknamed ‘whore-walk’ played gently over her slender curves as she walked. With her ass snug in a pair of panties and a tiny skirt so tight it needn’t have been there at all, plus a bikini top that hugged the gentle swells of her breasts, no one who saw her could doubt her intentions.

Jack’s stores were running low, so it was time to go hooking.

“Hey there love.” A turian purred as she passed, earning a smirk and a little extra sway of Jack’s hips as she passed.

“You couldn’t afford me.” she said coolly, “Come back when you’ve got something to offer.”

“Bitch.” The turian grumbled, stamping away.

Jack only laughed, if he couldn’t take that, he certainly couldn’t have handled her in bed.

She stopped at the corner, flashing a dangerous look at a pair of Asari who had already taken the spot. One of them, a skinny maiden who looked like it was her first time out whoring, fled immediately. The other, a tall, buxom purple matriarch stood her ground. Jack smiled as the ancient, powerful woman straightened her back, pushing out her immense violet breasts, barely contained by a strap of leather.

She took out another cigarette, lit it, brought it to her lips and brough her heel stabbing down onto the Matriarch’s foot.

As the old asari howled with pain, jack smirked. “Get outta here you stupid old cunt.”

As the matriarch hobbled away cursing her, Jack turned her attention to business.

For a while she watched the crowd, waiting for someone, or several someones, who looked like they had enough to satisfy as well as fill her pockets with enough credits to keep her in Red Sand for the next month or so. A few humans that look promising, but weren’t interested, and a Volus approached her whom she shot down in an instant. She wasn’t that desperate for credits yet.

It was about fifteen minutes before a group of mercenaries passed by that finally looked perfect. They were all asari. Maidens and matrons all trussed up in commando leathers painted with their merc band’s colours. Their leader was tall and gorgeous, with a cruel grin and bright pink eyes that flashed over to jack as they passed. Her skin was such a dark purple she almost blended in with the dark leather hugging her ample curves, the only brightness coming from her eyes, her pearly teeth, and the well-polished blade strapped to her hip.

“Hey there girls.” Jack smiled, placing a hand on her hip. “Looking for a good time?”

“Tempting, but I think not.” The dark asari chuckled, jerking her head to the side in a silent command for her friends to follow.

“Worried you can’t handle me?” Jack laughed tauntingly. The asari paused and turned, a slow smile spreading over her face.

“Oh, I don’t think handling you would be a problem.” She said softly. “You couldn’t keep up with me, let alone my girls.”

“Yeah, then why are you so eager to run away?”

The Asari captain grinned and walked towards Jack, resting her palms on her hips. “I wouldn’t want to break such a cute little thing like you.”

“Careful blue, underestimate me and it’ll be you that gets hurt.”

“Is that so?” The captain hummed, “Id be more impressed if you weren’t so tiny, human. You might just snap if I squeezed you too hard.”

“You talk big, but you’re a pussy.” Jack sniffed, repressing the urge to grin as she riled the asari up. “And I bet all your ‘girls’ there agree with me. Why else would a big strong woman like you be so scared of a challenge?”

The captain laughed. “You have quite a mouth on you, human.” Her arm shot forwards and suddenly her hand squeezed Jack’s cheeks in a vice-like grip. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

-o-o-o-

Jack growled as a strong blue hand smacked her tattooed rump, leaving a bright red handprint to join the ink before it grabbed her tightly. Had her arms been free, Jack might have retaliated with a slap of her own, but as she tugged uselessly at the strong forearm of the Asari Captain wound around her throat, all she could do was continue insulting her newest customers.

“Gonna… have to… hit me harder than that to make me squeal.” She spat, biting her lip as the asari groped her asscheek harshly, fingers digging into warm, soft flesh and kneading it like dough, each new spank making her more and more sensitive.

“You heard the human, girls.” The Captain laughed, yanking Jack’s helpless body through the doorway into the motel room they’d just bought and tossing her onto an old, stained bed. “We’re going to have to stop holding back.”

“Ha!” Jack snorted, managing to get up onto her knees before the captain smacked her back down onto her back. “Y… you’re all talk.”

“Girls, get her arms.”

Jack growled as two of the mercenaries grabbed her by the wrists and yanked her arms away from her body, keeping them trapped with ease. “And the legs.” The Captain tutted, smoothly unzipping her armour and peeling it away from her midnight blue skin. She neatly stepped up onto the battered mattress and sank down to her knees, straddling jack’s stomach as her fellow mercenaries held the tattooed whore down. She moved slowly, inching over Jack’s body, her belly, her breasts, until her bulge pressed heavily against the struggling punk’s lips. With a single, lazy movement, the captain freed her cock and let it fall over Jack’s face.

“I’m gonna fuck your face now.” she said simply, “And then all the others will, and if you’re still conscious, we’ll take turns with the rest of you.”

“You’re still… talking.” Jack hissed, feeling the length of blue cockmeat throb against her cheek and eye.

The captain smirked, grabbed Jack by the throat, lined her pulsing dick up with the human’s gasping mouth, and hilted herself to her base in Jack’s gullet.

“Ghulk.” Jack spluttered, gagging wetly as her oesophagus was punched open by cockmeat and fucked like a cheap fleshlight.  Her back arched and her hands clawed desperately, trying to throw the asari off her, but with her hands trapped and the captain’s weight pressing down on her chest, she was utterly helpless. Spit bubbled and oozed from her mouth as she was fucked, eyes bulging as her lungs pleaded for air, only receiving spit and asari pre-cum as Jack wheezed and spluttered.

Where’s that clever tongue now, hm?” The captain asked cruelly, gripping Jack by her scalp and jerking herself off with her poor lover’s face. “You’re making a mess.”

“Wghh.” Jack managed to reply, nostrils flaring, gasping for air, only to be smacked repeatedly by the Captain’s crotch as she thrust viciously forward.

“Gluck Gluck Glcuk… ghukh.”

The noises coming from Jack as she was used were only growing weaker and wetter, the sound of her cheeks being smacked and her gullet being stretched filling the room, much to the delight of the other asari.

After what felt like an eternity, Jack felt the throbbing pillar of meat slide from her throat, easing its way out of her body until it was just within her lips. The Captain’s groan announced her coming climax, and Jack secretly thanked whatever gods their might have been that she’d finished quickly.

No sooner had the relief come across her mind, the captain reeled back and stabbed her cock straight back down her gullet, sighing happily as her balls tensed and she blasted her load directly into Jack’s stomach.

“Ha, that’s much better.” The captain hummed, pulling back to see Jack pant and tremble on the bed, spit oozing from her mouth and tears streaming down her face. “Not so mouthy now.”

“Have… you finished… already?” Jack managed to croak defiantly, baring her teeth in a sneer.

The captain raised a brow, and stood back. “Not at all, cunt, or did you forget what I said?” she smiled and patted one of her friends on the back. “Go ahead L’rana, don’t worry about choking her. She says she can take it.”

L’rana grinned cruelly and fished her erection from her pants, lining the many inches of purple cock up with Jack’s trembling lips before ramming her way inside. The captain hadn’t been gentle, but next to L’rana she seemed downright tender, by the minute mark Jack was cross-eyed and spurting spit and precum down her face with every brutal jerk of the asari’s hips.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but lie there and get skull-fucked by a bunch of blue bitches who seemed entirely happy for her to choke to death on one of their cocks.

The second load of virile sperm splattered into Jack’s gullet not long after, followed by the third, the fourth and so on until each of the mercenaries had blown their loads into Jack, and the poor Biotic bitch was wheezing miserably for air.

“Hah!” the last asari roared, shooting her spunk into Jack’s aching cheeks. The punk’s hazy eyes widened as her mouth completely failed to contain the rush of cum, hot, white nectar pouring down her chin and dribbling from her nose as she gurgled and flopped weakly onto her back.

Moments later, with a pitiful groan, Jack lifted her head and frowned, seeing all seven asari standing at the foot of the bed, cocks still hard and wet with her spit. She glanced at her wrists and saw ropes binding them.

“You… blue… cunts.” She gasped. “S… scared I’ll… be too much for you?”

“Still conscious.” The captain hummed. “And still bitching… maybe you aren’t so pathetic after all?”

“Y… you’re… just as pathetic… as I thought.” Jack grinned, sperm webbing her lips as they parted.

Thwach.

Jack squealed as the captain brough a riding crop down squarely on her sopping pussy.

“I’m not the one who squirted all over the bed each time we came down your throat.” The captain reminded her, raising the crop again and letting it smack down on Jack’s left thigh. “Now… are you going to apologise, or are we going to have to keep teaching you a lesson until you pass out?”

“F… fuck off.” Jack growled.

“Wonderful.” The captain smiled, passing the crop to one of her subordinated before gripping her cock. “Let’s see if your cunt is as tight as your throat.”

Jack moaned loudly despite herself as the captain harshly pressed inside her. Her legs quivered against their bonds, toes curling and thighs quaking before her back arched with a keening whine. The captain rooted herself inside Jack and groaned, gripping her by the waist before beginning to thrust. “Come on girls… there’s plenty for all of us.”

Jack whimpered as her cheeks were taken again, her mouth forced open and yet another asari cock pressed down her gullet. This time she couldn’t even see, the asari mounting her from behind so her heavy, churning balls rested over Jack’s eyes and her thighs clamped around her ears.

The rest of the asari took whatever was left, and soon Jack’s bound body was being put to use by all seven mercenaries. They used her hands to jerk themselves off, smacked and squeezed her little breasts, used the riding crop to leave burning marks over every inch of trembling tattooed flesh they liked.

Jack simply lay prone and took their abuse, helpless both in body and mind. She couldn’t think anymore… it was all too much, there was so much cum and so many cocks she couldn’t possibly keep track of everything.

It was only when the captain rammed herself into Jack’s unprepared asshole that any semblance of consciousness came back to the biotic punk, and even that faded away as soon as the pain melted into pleasure.

If her stomach had been stuffed with Asari sperm before, it was nothing to how full her womb and ass felt as the asari came inside her over and over again, only concerned with their own pleasure. She was nothing to them, just a fucktoy, a cheap sex-doll. A piece of meat made to milk their cocks however they wanted.

Jack’s eyes rolled mindlessly as she broke, the captain’s cock spewing cum into her asshole for the first of many times.

-o-o-o-

“Well, I’m impressed.” The captain said softly, patting Jack’s cheek as the biotic lay before her. “You’re still awake.”

“M… more?” Jack gurgled, spitting up a mouthful of cum that joined the steaming mess coating every inch of her flesh.

“Nah, we’re bored now.” the captain sighed with a smile. “But it seems like you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Y… yesh.”

“Good human.” the captain grinned, taking one last look at the mess of a human leaking onto the bed. “Now say sorry.”

“Shorry.” Jack moaned. “Pl… please… untie… me now?”

The captain’s grin widened. “I think it’ll do you good to sit here and stew for a while, let all this good asari sperm really sink into you so you don’t forget what a worthless whore you are.” She straightened up and fished Jack’s wallet out of her purse, taking the credit chits out and tossing it over her shoulder. “The cleaning lady should come by in the morning, I’m sure she’ll untie you, assuming the smell doesn’t knock her clean out.”

Jack winced at the sound of the door slamming shut, trembling as she felt asari spunk slither over her body. She was trapped, bruised, humiliated, and unbelievably, sopping wet.

The asari had taught her a lesson alright, unfortunately, it wasn’t quite the one they’d intended to teach.

Jack lay back and moaned to herself, fantasising about more delicious asari cocks coming to abuse her as she lay used on the bed.