Mass Effect: Revenge

Jane Shepard sauntered into Omega's Violet Dwarf bar, clad in her eyecatching black dress. It was a reasonably large place, much bigger than the dives that littered the mining station, but nowhere near the size of Omega. Aria certainly wouldn't have allowed anyone to run a larger club than hers and everyone on Omega knew it.

The Normandy, fresh from rescuing Shepard's ass from Kenson and the Arrival project, had stopped off on Omega, where Gabby and Ken hoped they would find parts they needed to make some repair or another. Jane wasn't exactly up on the technical stuff, but they'd assured her it was vital. All Jane knew was that the stopover would grant her and her squad some much needed R & R. The past couple of weeks had been stressful for all concerned. Not only had they miraculously came back from the Collector base in one piece, Shepard had been forced to sever all ties with the Illusive Man. She, more than anyone, needed to relax at the bottom of a bottle.

Shepard leaned forward on the bar, catching the bartender, a portly volus' attention.

"Give me a drink." Shepard sighed, slapping a credit chit onto the questionably clean counter.

"You look like you could use it, Earthclan." He said, a hint of jocularity in his tone as he poured Shepard a shot of some brilliant blue fluid.

"You got that right." Shepard said, eagerly necking the drink. Choosing to destroy that relay had been the hardest decision of her life, but she knew it had to be done. Jane knew she would do the same again, if she had to.

"Give me another." Shepard said, tapping the counter with her forefinger.

"Does the Earthclan wish me to simply leave the bottle?" The bartender asked.

Shepard smirked. She liked this volus.

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The young asari dancer thrust herself closer to Pel, letting her glittered thigh brush ever so lightly against the batarian's face. Pel chuckled, wrapping his arms around the stripper's hind quarters and pulling her ever closer to him. He lewdly planted a kiss on the metallic underwear that passed for her costume.

"Sir! That's highly improper conduct. There was a strict "No Touching" rule in place..." She blushed, though she made no attempt to recoil. She knew doing so would make the rookie Blue Sun angry.

"Listen, slut." Pel began. "Take this credit chit and we'll forget about 'conduct' and the 'No Touching rule', huh?" He smiled, pulling out a chit, charged to the amount of five creds and slipped it into the asari's panties.

"Well, since you put it like that..." The loose woman said, no longer worrying about Pel's rather busy hands. He was a cute one anyway, she thought. Had they met when she was off the clock, they may have ended up in a position like this anyway. Pel's lips met hers as his hands roamed into the back of her outfit, sliding down her flawless skin, gripping the pronounced curve of her ass. This was gonna be good, Pel thought...

"Pel! Pel! Get over her!" A voice. A familiar voice. Pel sighed as the asari withdrew her lips from his to look over at the source of the interruption.

"Pel, you've gotta see this!" Pel's cousin, Brak Fulsar, also a member of the Blue Suns, beckoned him over.

"Sorry, baby." Pel sighed, slipping her another credit chit as she slid off his lap. Pel angrily approached his cousin, hoping, for his sake, that the younger batarian had a good reason for interrupting him.

"What is it?!" Pel demanded. Brak shushed him, clearly wanting to keep a low profile.

"Get a good look at that human over there." Brak said, pointing at a human woman, relatively young, drinking alone at the bar. She had a good head of gingery hair and the dress she was wearing showed off her impressive legs.

"Impressive." Pel commented, eyeing her chest. "I never had you pegged for a human-lover though, Brak. Perversion must run in the family" The merc laughed.

"I'm not interested in her!" Brak protested. "Well, I am interested in her, but not in that way." He stammered "Don't you know who that is? It's Commander Shepard!"

"THE Commander Shepard?" Pel asked, eyes widening. "The terrorist who took out the entire Bahak system?"

"It has to be. She's been all over the newsvids." Brak said. Now that he mentioned it, she did seem pretty familiar. Pel was generally too busy fighting or trying to get off to watch the news.

"She ain't bad looking for a terrorist..." Pel noted, scratching his jaw. One of the benefits of having four eyes was not having to take your eyes off a broad to blink while you where ogling her.

"Cousin, she can't get away with what she did." Brak said, vengeance gleaming in his eyes. All four of them. "We need to teach her a lesson." Pel watched Shepard take a sip of her drink. It was her third, from the looks of the empty glasses she was accumulating. She was taking it slowly, drinking pretty soft stuff. It looked like Shepard knew the risks of getting drunk alone in a bar full of degenerates.

"You have a point. Did you have anything in mind?" Pel asked.

"We need to get her trust, first. Leave it to me." Brak said, a plan germinating in his sick little mind.

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Shepard continued to drink, taking her time. Truth be told, she'd been hoping to get a little action at the Violet Dwarf. It had a reputation as the kind of place two people could meet up, spend the night together and head their seperate ways afterwards. After what she'd been through, that was exactly what the commander needed. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a fairly good looking batarian approach her. Was this the lucky break she was hoping for?

"Hello, human. What's someone as attractive as you doing in a place like the Dwarf?" Brak asked, taking the stool next to her.

"You got a name to go with that terrible pick up line?" Shepard asked, jokingly.

"Yup. The name's Brak Fulsar." He said. Jane liked it, it was alien, but memorable. And it's short. That may come in handy if I have to shout it out later tonight, Shepard mused.

"I'm Jane." Shepard said. She knew not to use her surname. She didn't need a repeat of the Harkin scandal she'd went through a couple of years back.

"A lovely name for a lovely little human." Brak smiled, kissing Shepard on the hand. He was certainly a charmer, if he came on a bit too thick, Shepard thought. "May I buy you a drink?"

Shepard accepted his invitation with a nod. Brak murmured a few words in the barkeep's ear and he set about pouring Jane a tall glass of some purple beverage.

"All this and chivalric to boot?" Shepard asked, as the barkeep poured her a fresh drink. Brak and herself were both interested in exactly the same thing, as far as Jane knew. There was no harm in making him work for it.

Jane took a sip of her drink. Her tongue was bombarded with a variety of tastes. It was as if the juice of every fruit on Earth had been squeezed into her mouth at the same time. Those batarians sure knew how to fix a drink!

"So, what do you do for a living, Jane?" Brak asked. He had every idea what she did, but obviously had to feign ignorance.

"I'm with Aria." Shepard lied simply, barely looking up from her drink. "How about you?"

"I do a little merc work. Freelance of course. The politics of the big companies like Eclipse are more dangerous than most firefights I've been in." Brak said, meeting a lie with another lie.

"You've certainly got the body for it!" Jane said, throwing tact to the winds as she admired his well developed chest.

"I could say the same for you, supposing I knew what you did." Brak replied.

"Well, if you must know. I'm a dancer." Shepard said, trying her hardest to sound genuine.

"I didn't think Aria liked human meat." Brak commented, wanting to see how far Shepard would dig herself.

"You should tell her that! I get pawed by her more than all the asari girls put together!" Jane smiled. Though Brak didn't buy the commander's bullshit for a second, he had a feeling that would probably be the case, had she worked for the criminal matriarch.

"You can't tease me like that and not be expected to back up your skills, Jane! Dance with me?" Brak asked, hoping to lure the attractive human onto the floor.

"How could I say no?" Shepard grinned. She was well aware being on the dancefloor was tantamount to foreplay in places like this. Brak hopped off his stool, took Shepard's hand in his and led her to the packed dancefloor.

What passed for dancing here was basically just an excuse for couples to writhe against each other, hidden by the crowd and the pounding music. Brak and Shepard were no exception. They pressed themselves to each other, groping any part of their dance partner they could reach.

Shepard's hands rolled from Brak's hips, up his muscular back, the defined muscles barely contained by his perfectly fitting shirt, resting on his strong shoulders. She loved the feeling of security she got from clinging to him so tightly.

Brak wasted no time in getting to business. His hands slid up the front of Shepard's dress, from her flat stomach to the curve of her breasts. Shepard had noted men giving her chest glances recently. It seemed Cerberus had been content to leave almost every aspect of Shepard untouched as they rebuilt her, save for her bust size. She probably had Miranda to thank for that.

Without her permission, Brak slid a hand to each of her dress's straps. His nimble hands had them both around her biceps in no time, exposing the expensive red bra she had on underneath.

"What are you doing?" Shepard asked, doing her best to keep her voice blank, not wanting to give Brak the satisfaction of knowing how much what he just did turned her on.

"Just try and stop me, woman!" Brak smiled back, placing a hand over each of Shepard's almost exposed breasts. Shepard made no effort to stop the randy batarian as he hooked a few fingers into the top of her cups. Shepard knew most of her fellow dancers would be too busy doing similar things to their own partners, but as Brak pulled down Shepard's bra, exposing her full breasts, she found it so, so difficult to care.

Brak's hands were on them in seconds, stroking, manhandling and groping the milky white flesh. Brak's alien yet attentive hands slid across her bare bosom. Shepard was getting quite the exhibitionist thrill from her enforced display, proudly keeping her chest outthrust as the batarian worked over her nipples.

Unexpectedly, Brak spun Shepard around, pressing his crotch to her lightly covered ass and groping her tits from behind. Jane was having a great time, feeling surprisingly lightheaded and carefree.

It was after a minute or two more of Brak's skilled ministrations that Jane noticed people looking at her. There were only a few, a turian at the bar here, an asari in a booth there, but it made Shepard feel a little exposed.

"I'm going to cover myself back up." Jane stated, turning to face Brak once more. She could see the turian at the bar grabbing his friend by the shoulder, the pair of them staring, trying to snap pictures of her on their omni-tools.

"Kiss me first?" Brak asked, planting his hands on her bare shoulders, preventing her from covering herself.

Jane grabbed the batarian and planted a long, sustained kiss on his lips. She mused she'd killed more batarians than she'd kissed. The way Brak kissed was more than enough to make her want to rectify that.

"Happy now?" Jane asked, smiling at the batarian.

"No, because I'm gonna be wanting to do that again all night." Brak smirked, shifting his hands back down to Shepard's hips, allowing her to cover her breasts once more.

"Consider yourself even for that drink." Shepard said, flashing her batarian friend a smile as she pressed her hips to his.

Jane rested her head on Brak's shoulder as the music slowed. The couple swayed, gyrating against each other. Brak's hands found their way from Shepard's hips, round to her firm ass. Smiling deviously, Brak pinched the human through her dress. The commander let out a high pitched squeal of surprise, the kind Brak would've never expected to hear out of a military woman. He let out a low chuckle at Shepard's expense and continued to let his hands roam across her backside.

Shepard was embarrassed by her little squeal and did her best to betray no emotion as Brak fondled her firm ass. As Brak's busy hands slid under the admittedly high hem of her dress, Shepard reacted as if they were merely dancing. As he slowly but surely teased her dress up, Shepard remained calm, even as he held the hem far above her lower back, showing off her ass to anyone who cared to look.

From over the human's shoulder, Brak could make out Pel, smirking at his cousin and taking shots of the human's exposed butt and red lingerie.

Brak spun again, blocking off his cousin's view of his human conquest. He daringly shoved Shepard's panties aside, exposing her even further as she tried to remain stoic. Spreading her buttcheeks apart, Brak brazenly inserted one of his thick fingers inside Shepard, wiggling it around in her ass.

Shepard's facade finally crumbled as she moaned, long and hard, into Brak's shoulder.

"That's a good girl..." Brak chuckled as he continued to finger her tight little pucker.

"Ooh... Christ!" Shepard moaned, getting riled up. "Brak, I want you to take me!"

"I've been waiting to hear that. I know just the place." Brak smiled, leading Shepard off the dancefloor and towards a dimly lit booth.

Over the buzz of the music and the patron's conversations, Jane could hear moaning, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Peeking into the booth, she saw a couple, a turian and a stacked asari, going at it like rabbits.

"I think this one may be occupied." Shepard smiled, looking over at Brak.

"Please, this is Omega, princess. There aren't enough booths for us all to fuck privately." Brak said. "Just give in to your animal urges. Everyone on the station does it, so you'll fit in." He continued, unbuckling his belt and reclining in the unoccupied seat of the booth, his pants around his ankles.

True to Brak's words, the couple had given him and Shepard a second long glance, before returning to brazenly fucking.

Yeah, I can do this, Shepard thought. It was nice to wallow in the same filth as the rest of the galaxy every so often. Jane unceremoniously slid her dress up over her head, dropping it on the floor with the other discarded clothes. She joined a now naked Brak on the seat, climbing on top of him.

Brak's hands swept over Shepard's nearly nude form, almost instantly gravitating towards her bra. With a few deft gestures, it was off, allowing Shepard's bust to be seen.

"I remember those tits..." Brak smiled as he rubbed a hand against Shepard's panties. "You ever gotten a man off with them?"

"Yes." Jane smiled, slithering down to crotch level. "I'm about to get one more off with them, as well."

With no further hesitation, Jane wrapped a hand around Brak's shaft and buried it in her ample cleavage. He was thicker than all of the humans she'd ever fucked.

Taking one of her tits in each hand, Shepard rubbed them up and down the alien's shaft, bringing them up, and letting gravity take them down. She jerked Brak off with her tits, putting every ounce of her fitness and stamina into pumping his cock with them. The effects were almost immediately clear, with Brak throwing his head back and moaning as she pleasured him.

Every so often, Jane caught sight of the head of Brak's dick, emerging from the top of her bust.

"Suck it!" Brak cried out his order, bucking his hips as Shepard pleasured him.

Shepard was happy to oblige. The commander shifted her weight on the couch, getting an angle that allowed Brak to thrust through her cleavage, and enter her mouth. Shepard would run her tongue along the head of Brak's penis every time it made it to her mouth.

"That's good, human!" Brak said, building ever and ever closer to release. He took a handful of Shepard's hair in each hand, bringing her mouth closer to her tits, so that the head of his dick was always past her lips.

Engulfed in the warm paradise of Shepard's mouth and chest, Brak reached his first, and far from final, climax of the night. He came with the head of his dick firmly within Shepard's mouth. With a load down her throat so early, Shepard sat up.

"What are you doing?" Brak asked, his dick missing the warm confines of Shepard's body.

Shepard held up a single finger, before sloshing the cum around in her mouth. Jane shamelessly spat Brak's load out, the semen landing under the table.

"I don't swallow on the first climax." Jane winked. "You'll have to do something special to earn that."

"You may want to check where my load landed, human." Brak smiled, pointing under the table. Shepard glanced down, and saw the batarian's load forming a puddle on the back of Shepard's dress.

"Damn..." Shepard blushed.

"Relax. If I have my way, you won't be needing that dress much longer." Brak smiled, a half edged truth in his words. "Now, you've got some unfinished business here." He finished, gesturing down to his cock, hard again and glistening from his previous release.

"Right you are" the randy human smiled, shedding her panties, spreading her legs and climbing onto Brak's cock. It felt good, easing herself onto the batarian's thick, wet cock.

"I'm gonna make you scream!" Brak said flipping Shepard onto her back, it was a promise he intended to keep. Shepard let out a small moan, a sign of bigger things to come, as Brak hilted himself inside her.

Brak began pushing himself up and down, in and out of Shepard, again and again, until her small moans rose in volume. She was soon gasping out ragged declarations love, much the same as the asari slut, mere feet away from her was doing to her turian lover.

"Brak!" Shepard moaned "Fuck me harder, Brak!". She knew she risked drawing attention, even in a seedy place like this, but stark naked and being railed in a booth, Shepard didn't care. She felt herself melt away into orgasm, once, twice and was nearing a third when Brak finally released inside her, the pair calling out each other's names at the top of their lungs.

"That was not half bad, human." Brak grinned, pulling his pants back on.

"Speak for yourself, batarian." Shepard joked, as she picked out her panties and bra, taking extra care not to accidently take the asari's.

"You wouldn't wanna come back to my place, would you?" Brak asked, savouring one last glance of Shepard's tits as they disappeared back under her dress.

"Why not?" Shepard asked. Screw getting back in time for the end of shore leave. This sounded more fun.

"Wait for me at the door, okay?" Brak told his human companion. Shepard nodded and headed for the exit, hoping no one would spot the cum stain on the back of her dress.

"Pel?" Brak said into his comm. "I'm taking her out. Get the aircar ready. We're gonna have a passenger..." Pel grunted an affirmative as Brak led Shepard outside. He could see Pel circling in the aircir outside and led Shepard towards it. Little did she know what she was about to walk into.

The aircar touched down in front of the couple, the doors sliding open.

"Is this your ride?" Shepard asked, stepping forward to inspect it.

"You could say that, Commander." Brak smiled, darting forward, reaching into his pocket and bringing out a cable tie. He had Shepard's hands bound before she could react. He nudged the nubile human into the aircar, climbing in after her.

"You killed a lot of our people in Bahak, Shepard." Brak began, savouring the fear, betrayal and shock in Shepard's eyes as the car lifted off. "We've got a lot of men who'd like to have a word with you about that."

Jane, her wrists bound, was powerless to resist as the car sped off, taking her to God knows where.