Can't save everyone

Two weeks had passed since Commander Shepard had first returned to the Citadel, after having been inconvenienced by death. Two weeks since helping a Quarian called Lia'Vael, proving her innocence to an unenthusiastic C-Sec officer and an angry Volus. In that time Lia had repeatedly tried to find work, anything that made creds would do. She wanted to get off the Citadel, find somewhere else to continue her Pilgrimage, somewhere a little more friendly. She hadn't been lucky.

Most of the jobs around were either long-term positions or not open to Quarians. The stereotype of thieves and scavengers overpowering all courtesy and competence Lia displayed. She still slept at the Turian homeless shelter, thankful for what little they could offer in the way of food and comfort. They had attempted to help her find work, but had also had little success. Lia had finally decided to search further afield than just Zakera ward, hoping that she would find an employer more sympathetic to her situation.

She had spent some of her ever-dwindling funds on a public transport, deciding that the extra searching time it would give her was a good trade-off. The transport was fairly new, at least on the outside. It was probably bought after the Geth attack, replacing one of the countless vehicles lost in the destruction. On the inside, however, it looked as if it had been around for decades. Grime covered the windows and the floor had a delightful sticky quality. Other passengers were keeping to themselves, hardly any of them even noticing as she boarded. A group of Batarians were standing at the back of the compartment, talking amongst themselves loudly. An Elcor stood awkwardly in the middle of the aisle, nearly completely blocking it.

Lia was suddenly jostled out of her inspection by a Turian. Two Turians, in fact. They barged past her roughly, knocking her to one side.

"Watch yourself," one of them chirped up as Lia regained her footing, "wouldn't want to damage that suit."

The smirk was clear on his face. Lia shook it off and found a seat that wasn't too stained. Unless it was so stained it had become a different colour, she couldn't tell. During the trip, the Batarians seemed to get louder and louder. She also had the unsettling feeling she was being examined. She glanced around several times, as discreetly as possible, but never saw the source of her discomfort.

By the time she disembarked from the transport, it was as if the Batarians were shouting in her ear. Luckily they didn't get off at the same time she did. Unfortunately, the Turians did. She quickly turned away from them, wanting to get started with her search as soon as possible.

"Hey, wait!" It was one of the Turians, the one that didn't speak to her last time, "Sorry about knocking you earlier, you look like you're needing work."

Lia was surprised, as well as suspicious. However, she was desperate and it wasn't a great stretch to work out she was looking for job.

"Maybe I am, what's it to you?"

Her voice sounded shakier than she had intended, a symptom of undernourishment from having to survive on nothing but the equivalent of cheap gruel.

"My friend and I are on our way to an interview," the Turian explained, pointing to his colleague, "but we have a feeling that it wouldn't hurt our chances to have a tech specialist with us."

Lia shook off the way the Turian had assumed she knew about technology just because she was Quarian. She had been trained as an engineer and she needed work.

"This sounds a little shady, nothing illegal, I hope."

She didn't really care about the legality, but she felt that she could drive a harder bargain if they thought she was opposed to their plan.

"Of course not," the other Turian spoke up this time, "it's all above board, just a little... awkward with only the two of us."

Lia weighed up her options. If this job paid well enough she could get off the Citadel today, find some good food, get a comfy room on a shiny frigate.

"Ok, I'm interested, lead the way."

The Turians led Lia through a maze of streets and alleys, each filled with people and lined with stores. She almost lost her guides a couple of times and had to run to keep up with them. As they progressed, though, the streets thinned out. Shops became fewer and further between, bars and clubs looking seedier the further they went. After fifteen minutes, they arrived in what looked like a deserted dead-end. It was full of crates that had seemingly been left lying around by lazy workers, but that was fairly standard of the Citadel. She looked around for a contact or a hidden entrance, but saw nothing.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" She spoke up, glancing around nervously, "It looks a little... empty."

The Turian who had spoke to her initially turned to her.

"We prefer to think of it as secluded."

She felt strong arms wrap themselves around her own, the second Turian had moved behind her silently. The first calmly walked over to her.

"What? Get off me, bosh'tet, I'll scream!"

She struggled frantically against her captor, but she was too weak, especially malnourished as she was. The first Turian removed a pair of handcuffs from one of the many pockets in his armour. He quickly and efficiently clasped Lia's wrists as his partner held them behind her back.

"Much better, I think. Excuse us while we make ourselves more comfortable." The Turian shoved Lia as he spoke, sending her sprawling into a wall which she bounced off, landing roughly on the floor. "Make yourself comfortable. Oh and feel free to scream all you want, it's not like anyone will hear you around here."

The Turians laughed as they removed what appeared to be crotch plates from their armour. From her angle on the floor, Lia could see their... equipment... hanging out of the newly made holes. She tried to get to her feet, but was hampered without the use of her arms. Before she could even steady herself one of the Turians grabbed her by the arm, dragging her over to one of the many crates and throwing her onto it. She landed on her back, nearly getting winded.

"I didn't think Turians cared so much about sex," she couldn't stop herself, even knowing that what she was going to say could only make things worse, "you bosh'tets always seemed so... uninterested in women."

"Funny girl," the one who threw her retorted as he began to move towards her legs, she now noticed that he was missing part of his left mandible, "maybe you'll come to appreciate how very interested we are."

Lia kicked weakly at the half-jaw, but her ineffectual attacks were quickly stopped when he grabbed her ankles. The other Turian moved to the other end of her, gripping her shoulders uncomfortably and holding her down. His manhood was hanging next to her visor, gently rubbing it, leaving a slimy trail that she could see out of the corner of her eye. Half-jaw had now pinned her legs at the thigh and positioned himself so that he was almost crotch-to-crotch with her. Lia couldn't do anything to fight back, the most she could manage would be to wrap her legs around the half-jaw, but that would probably encourage him more than anything.

"Keelah..." Lia whispered the name, her eyes starting to fill with tears.

"Don't worry," the Turian pinning her should had heard her, "I'll have you calling out my name instead before this is over."

The half-jaw leaned over her body, his erection slowly hardening as it rubbed against her thigh. He grabbed handfuls of her suit at the chest, smiling menacingly at Lia.

"Now, I'm afraid I may damage your suit a little, but I'm sure you can repair it." With that, he yanked the fabric apart, tearing a giant hole through which Lia's chest was exposed to the frigid air of the Citadel. Tears flowed down her cheeks now, as her nipples hardened. She felt embarrassed, even with the current circumstances.

"Ooh, perky." The Turian holding her down said, his cock engorging noticeably against her faceplate. "Turian women don't do that."

Half-jaw cupped one of her breasts gently, which was surprising for a Turian. Lia gasped at the contact, usually it was dulled by her suit, something she had gotten used to after years of being confined due to her shortcomings. It almost felt... good. Her mind retreated at the prospect, she blushed, thankful it was hidden by her visor. She was ashamed that it felt good to her, thinking back to the advice she was given before embarking on her Pilgrimage. She wondered how she could explain the damage to her suit to anyone that noticed, what worried her even more was that she would be... tainted by the Turians. Few Quarians lost their virginity before returning from Pilgrimage, even fewer lost it during the trip.

Her mind was ripped back to what was happening by half-jaw, he was slowly circling her nipple with his tongue, the feeling was amazing. She blushed again, her eyes welling up more. The other Turian was now massaging her other breast, causing her body to shake with the pleasure.

"Please... please let me go." Her voice was wracked with sobs that reverberated inside her helmet. Half-jaw slowly lifted his head, his tongue trailing the curvature of her breast and flicking her pert nub as he reluctantly drew himself away.

"But we're just getting started," his smile grew obscenely as he spoke, "you wouldn't really think about leaving us here all pent up like this, would you?"

The other Turian slid his other hand down from its position on Lia's shoulder, caressing her as it slid over her exposed skin. She sobbed again, the pleasure causing her more pain emotionally than any physical wound could. Cupping both breasts at the same time, he pushed them together gently, his thumbs circling around her nipples. He was fully erect now, as was half-jaw. She felt the two members rubbing against her still, one on her shoulder and one against her thigh. Half-jaw gripped her thigh with one hand, lifting her leg over his head as he moved around to her right side. He stood there for a couple of seconds, confusing Lia. Then she felt his hand moving down her stomach, first on skin, then onto the unbroken part of her suit. She could still feel the movement though, it was if her body had become hypersensitive from all the attention it was receiving. She inhaled sharply as the hand stopped in between her legs, not moving, just resting there. She glanced up through tear-stained eyes at half-jaw, he looked back with a devilish smile at her.

"Besides, we're not bad guys, this is equal opportunity pleasure."

He began to rub up and down, to Lia it felt as if she wasn't wearing a suit at all. His fingers doing everything right, sending waves of pleasure through her. She gasped, her back arching. The Turian massaging her chest smiled at half-jaw, his mandibles twitching. One of half-jaws fingers pressed harder, brushing briefly against her most sensitive 'erogenous zone'. This time, Lia moaned. She tried to catch it in her throat, to prove to herself that she wouldn't enjoy this. It was a terrifying thing to happen, she should be screaming and crying like she were begging for her life, but instead it seemed as if she were just accepting it. She thought of her parents, the things they had told her as she boarded the transport to start her Pilgrimage. She had let them down. Her chest hurt with the growing sorrow inside herself, but then another wave of pleasure washed through her, making her shake at the strength of the sensation.

"See? We're not bad at all."

Half-jaw drew his hand away, tracing it back up her body. He drew his fingers across her stomach, then put his hand down to the left of her, on the crate. He then mounted the crate, putting his knees either side of her body. His erection throbbed as it rested on her stomach, it's tip just touching her breasts. The other Turian spread them apart gently, still rubbing his thumbs around her nubs. Half-jaw shuffled forwards, burying his cock in her cleavage. The other Turian became to thrust his hips slowly, his shaft sliding against Lia's collarbone and neck, leaving a wet trail. He pushed her breasts together, smothering half-jaw. He began to gyrate his hips, groaning as he did so. His tip was just below her helmet, she could see it sliding in and out of her view, along with the other Turians. They were both moaning now, precum lubricating their paths even more. The other Turian was kneading her breasts into each other, continually changing the pressure half-jaw was feeling on his member. A moan slipped from Lia's mouth as the attention to her breasts overwhelmed her. The vocaliser on her helmet making the sound seem more like interference than anything else. She wept again, tears streaming down her face anew.

Half-jaw finished first, burying himself in Lia's cleavage, his face contorting (as much as a Turian's face can) as his load spread itself from her breasts to her visor. The other Turian followed suit soon after, his cum oozing all down Lia's right side. The Turians were breathing heavily, but Lia knew that she would still be no match for them if she tried to escape. She felt the warm Turian seed seeping down her chest, underneath her suit. Half-jaw moved himself off of Lia and the crate, steadying himself on his partner. Lia finally got a good look at the other Turian, his white eyes giving him a distinct appearance. White eyes pulled himself away from Lia, his member becoming more limp with every passing second. He walked around to her legs, tapping half-jaw on the shoulder as he did so. Lia looked through the obscured visor, then crossed her legs as tightly as possible. She couldn't lose her virginity like this, she couldn't be... defiled by these bosh'tets. White eyes didn't seem to notice Lia's actions, he simply overpowered her legs, easily spreading them as far as they were before. Half-jaw decided to sit back, resting on another of the numerous crates nearby. He was already becoming erect again, something that horrified Lia.

White eyes grabbed her suit at the lowest edge of the tear, just below her breasts. He slowly tore it apart, seemingly savouring as her flesh was revealed inch by inch. Lia wriggled slightly, weakly attempting to escape the Turian's grasp. She shivered as more and more of her skin was exposed to the icy air, her chest heaving from the exertion of her ordeal. The Turians' seed was slowly dribbling down her body, seeping between her skin and suit, creating a sickly sticky feeling. Her abdomen was uncovered down to her navel now and white eyes leaned over, gently licking her stomach with his tongue. As he did so, he tore open the rest of her suit, revealing her slit. She shook as the cool air caressed her, feeling almost like ice. She realised how aroused she had been by what had happened, her pussy moist from the attention it had received. White eyes looked down, brushing a finger against her sex.

"I guess you're liking this more than you let on." White eyes chuckled to himself as he spoke, making Lia squirm in an attempt to turn away from him. "Don't worry, we're enjoying it just as much."

Half-jaw laughed too, shaking his head slightly. Lia sobbed again, turning her head away from both of the men. White eyes gripped her thighs again, spreading them as far as he could without causing discomfort. Moving one hand, he circled a finger around her navel, the sensation was ticklish to Lia, but she held back from reacting in any way. He ran the digit down her, tenderly tracing it along her sex as he leant over, nuzzling against her neck. She moaned, the atmosphere in her helmet thick and humid from a mixture her tears and increased breathing. He buried a finger in her, causing her to inhale sharply. The feeling was a mixture of pleasure and pain, it made her hips buck upwards into the Turian's crotch. She felt his slick member brush against her skin for a moment, before she fell back to the crate.

"Just relax and this won't hurt." White eyes whispered to her, his face still buried into her neck. He flexed his finger inside her, she arched her back and moaned so loudly it was almost a scream. No-one had touched her like this before, she hadn't even done it like this herself, preferring to use nerve stimulators. The Turian drew his finger out slightly, causing Lia to gasp, then thrust it back in, slightly further than before. Her legs involuntarily clamped around his waist, causing him to chuckle. She released them almost instantly, but the Turian drew back from her neck and stared into the fogged glass of the helmet. Lia was panting behind it, a fact that she feared was painfully transparent to the male.

"I think you're ready now," he moved back slightly, positioning himself to enter her, "don't worry, I'll try to be gentle... to begin with."

"Please..." the fear was audible in her voice, it quaked as she spoke, words broken up by her sobbing cries, "please, just let me go, I won't report anything..."

"That wouldn't do you any good anyway," half-jaw got up, walking over to her as he spoke, "there's far too many people with their own problems around here for anyone to bother with a Quarian's."

White eyes was gripping himself with one hand, his tip pressing against her entrance. Lia squirmed one last time before he slowly pushed forwards, grunting as he spread her tight inner walls, making her call out. He stopped, repositioning his hands to just above her hips to allow for a better grip. She was crying freely now, her mind wracked by guilt as she felt spasms of pleasure course through her body. He began to pull out slowly, the feeling of his sex sliding past hers almost too much to bear. The Turian was being surprisingly gentle, but it did nothing to lessen the horror of the experience. He drove himself back in, slightly faster this time. Her body quivered with pleasure, but she made no noise acknowledging it. She still struggled against his grasp, but the Turian was far too strong. Every thrust forced her to hold back a moan, the only sounds she made were gasping cries, the vocaliser amplifying them to a degree that she found almost deafening inside her helmet. Half jaw was gently stroking himself, his eyes fixed on Lia's faceplate. Her eyes screwed shut, but her tears still forced their way past. She didn't want to watch what was happening, didn't want to accept it as reality.

The Turian began sliding his hands up her sides, the gentle caress being offset by the increasingly rapid thrusts that shook her body. Lia felt how wet she was becoming, how pleasing the feeling was, how it was becoming harder to hold back her own cries of delight. It disgusted her. The Turian's member was filling her, hitting every pleasurable spot inside her. It was warm too, a stark contrast to the frigid air that still clung to her like a blanket. His hands kept creeping up her body, sliding over her breasts. She tried to shake him off, attempting to retain some dignity, but it did no good. He cupped them tenderly, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. The sensation, added to the attention her slit was receiving made her cry out, followed rapidly by wracking sobs. She felt how close she was to climaxing, sensing how easy it would be to reach if she just let herself go, just gave in to the pleasure. She couldn't do that, she couldn't give them the satisfaction... she couldn't let her people down.

White eyes was moaning freely now, his thrusts started to become even faster, ever more frenzied. He was almost yelling with pleasure, her virgin body too tight for him to handle. Her resolve lapsed and she glanced up at him. He was bent over her, lost in ecstasy, his eyes closed and mouth agape. She looked over to half-jaw, he was still stroking himself slowly, preparing himself for his 'turn'. The thought made her feel sick. Suddenly white eyes pulled out, nearly all the way, making Lia gasp at the feeling of emptiness. Almost as swiftly he drove himself back in, hilting in her and yelling. She felt him shudder, then release inside her, an almost burning sensation filling what little space was left within, causing her to cry out. She groaned as he continued to spasm, the heat from his seed oozing around his manhood, starting to slowly seep out of her. It nearly pushed her over the edge, her body ached to finish, almost forcing her to orgasm. But she fought it, that was the one thing she wouldn't do for them. Her back was arched with pleasure, but she slammed herself back into the crate, trying to force the feeling from her body. The Turian was panting, his chest heaving. She felt him start to shrink inside her as he pulled out, icy air replacing his warm manhood.
White eyes moved away, taking a seat on a nearby crate to help catch his breath. She felt cum leak out of her, causing her legs to close together subconsciously. It spread across the crate as half-jaw moved around to her lower body. He looked her in the eyes, giving a sarcastic grin.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that," he started, pulling her legs apart again, "but if you did, this'll make up for it."

She closed her eyes again, not wanting to watch her body be ravaged again. She felt nothing for a couple of seconds, then a spike of pleasure shot through her, catching her off guard and making her gasp. She looked down, but all she saw was the Turian's head, nestled between her legs.

"What are you-?" She began, but was cut off by another bolt of bliss, causing her to cry out. The Turian was holding her legs apart with his hands, flicking his tongue across her sex. She felt his thumbs move down from her thighs, softly stroking against her lips. They were pulled apart gently, the feeling of half-jaw's breath against her making her body shudder. He licked again, this time slowly, wiping away any excess seed that remained. She tried not to react, but when his tongue swept across the topmost part of her, she moaned.

"See?" He said, not raising his head from its position, each word causing hot air to wash over her, "Told you you'd like it."

He pressed against her with his tongue, burying it inside her as far as her could. Her body shook again, her pussy quickly becoming soaked as she felt herself creep closer to orgasm. She pushed the thought from her mind, trying to calm herself. Half-jaw wiggled his tongue, making her hips buck slightly. He clearly was amused by reaction, flexing his tongue again. Her hips quivered, pushing her closer and closer to climaxing. She fought it, tensing her body. She tried to move her legs, but his grip on them was too firm. He withdrew his tongue, slicking it against the top of her slit again. She squirmed, trying to get away from the sensation, but it still hit her. She was close now, too close. There was only one thing to do to avoid disgracing herself.

"If you're going to fuck me, get on with it," she didn't know what reaction her plan would trigger, but she hoped it wouldn't be too heavy-handed, "or are you having trouble getting it up?"

Half-jaw grunted, white eyes chuckled loudly.

"Oh, don't worry," he started, getting to his feet as he did so, "there's no trouble at all."

She felt his thumbs release her lips, his hands moving up to her waist. She prepared herself for what was coming, but was caught off guard again when she was lifted up from the crate. The Turian held her by the waist, gazing into her mask intensely for a moment. He then threw himself backwards on to the crate Lia had been lying on, holding her above him. Her feet scrabbled to find purchase between his body and the edge of the crate as he lined her sex up with his erection. Before Lia could do so, he slammed her down on him. She screamed from the pain of taking him in so quickly, her eyes tearing up. The sting receded fast, but she could still feel a dull ache. He yelled with pleasure at her tight passage, she could feel every contour of his member, it sent shockwaves up her spine. With his hands still gripping her midriff securely he lifted her slightly. The feeling of him being drawn out of her made her back arch, her drenched pussy lubricating his already slick shaft even further. As he brought her down on him, he bucked his hips to meet her. Lia cried out as he drove himself deeper into her than she had felt before, her tight walls clamping around him.

He bounced her into him again and again, thrusting up to meet her every time. Lia cried, hanging her head as her body was used again, the feeling of something inside her and the pleasure it caused making her feel tainted. The speed of the thrusts increased, half-jaw's face contorted by pleasure, even though his eyes were focused on Lia's face. Under the facemask she was clenching her teeth, focusing on not showing pleasure, only sobbing as the Turian pumped in and out of her. A feeling in her nether regions told her she was close to climaxing, but so was the Turian. His exertions were becoming more disjointed, clumsier. She felt his manhood begin to spasm, expanding and contracting inside her. He grunted as he bucked one last time, hilting in her as much as he could. Lia cried out as he did, feeling him climax inside her. It filled her, forcing it's way past his shaft and dripping out on to his crotch. His grip on her loosened, his hands falling to his sides. Without him holding her up, Lia fell forward, collapsing on top of his heaving chest. He continued to tremble inside her, spewing more of his seed out, but Lia didn't care. She hadn't orgasmed. She had kept her pride.

The Turian lifted her off him gently, his slick member readily extricating itself from her. He lay her on the floor nearby, removing the handcuffs from her. Lia drew her hands to her chest immediately, rubbing her wrists to ease the chafing.

"We're done here," white eyes spoke up, "don't report this, or we'll be forced to take some drastic action."

Half-jaw replaced his crotch plate, then opened a crate that appeared to belong to a linen store. He took out a blanket, which he threw over Lia.

"Take care of yourself," he smiled as he spoke, "wouldn't want something bad to happen to you."

They walked away, talking between themselves, leaving Lia huddled and crying in the empty alley. She felt her slit leak more of the Turian's seed and shivered. She didn't know what to do, so she just lay there.