[Warning, could be triggery; sex and violence within.]<br/><br/>The batarian's demand to see her sex was hardly a surprise, and it gave her a reason to finish stripping. Not that she really wanted to, but right now the way her suit bound her legs together would be too much of a hindrance.<br/><br/>It was risky, so very risky. Her thoughts raced as she made appreciative noises, bobbing her head on the batarian slaver's cock. She needed to play this carefully.<br/><br/>Worse, she could feel part of herself sinking into the trap of her submissiveness. The way he pulled her to her feet and swung her around by her waist, the multitonal nature of his voice, all played on that part of her that just wanted to please.<br/><br/>She laughed softly, delightedly, letting that part of herself be expressed as she sat on the cleared table. She lifted her knees, pointed her feet, and spread her thighs apart as she leaned back. Her fingers dove between her legs as she rubbed herself, letting him see her masturbate. Her eyes flicked over his spiked shoulder guards and armor.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I h-have a rule, there's one thing you have that I want in me, and it's not metal. I'm not going to l-let myself be mutilated. Take off that armor."</span><br/><br/>The guard laughed and stepped closer, grasping his shaft and nudging the tip between her labia.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Sure, I'll take it off. After I take what you're offering."</span>He thrust then, hard and fast, burying his cock deep into her slick pussy.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Damn, you're tight!"</span>He groaned, watching her breasts bobble. Simultaneously, Milenya moaned at the feel of him invading her sex, filling her, opening her up. Thoughts of letting him continue to completion, of letting him take her utterly, danced through her head. She gasped out,<span style="color: #6495ED">"Armor, take it off before you hurt me, please..."</span><br/><br/>He buried himself all the way into her and held still.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Rock your hips. Fuck yourself on my cock, slut."</span>He ordered, pulling off the gorget and working on unlatching the chestplate of his armor. All thought of this being a ruse was completely gone with the feel of her slick, tight pussy engulfing his throbbing shaft.<br/><br/>Milenya moaned softly, doing as he asked, her pleasure slowly growing with every rocking, grinding motion. She reached down to feel the junction of their bodies, fingers exploring the way her soft blue labia were spread around his thick, brown cock.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Oh goddess, yesss..."</span>she hissed, a low sensual sound.<br/><br/>With a jangling thump, the batarian's armor hit the floor, followed by two more thumps as the thick, bladed gloves followed. He grasped her hips with his large, bare hands, and began to pound into her, making her tits bounce.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Damn, your pussy feels real good. We need more willing asari sluts like you through here."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"E-ever.. ever done it while floating? Ah, Goddess fuck me, you feel so good inside!"</span>Milenya gasped out, grinding against his thrusts.<span style="color: #6495ED">'Come on,'</span>she thought,<span style="color: #6495ED">'come on, bite, take the bait...'</span><br/><br/>She could feel his dick thicken inside her.<span style="color: darkgreen">"You'd do that? The slaves never do."</span>He panted, the pleasure taking its own toll on him.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Goddess, yes! It tingles all over, one, ahhh, fuck, one of the benefits of screwing willing sluts like me!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"Do it!"</span>he commanded, grinding into her.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Do it, whore!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">'Yes!'</span>she thought, triumphantly. She sat up, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him and nuzzling against his neck.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Here it comes!"</span>Blue flickered around their bodies, a tingling field centered on him, as they lifted into the air. He groaned, and she felt him throbbing heavily inside her.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Fuck, I'm gonna fill your azure, slut!"</span><br/><br/>The plan she'd come up with had a hitch in it; her nodes started sending out little spiky pulses of pain. It hadn't been that long ago that they'd been severely overworked throwing around husks, and she hadn't recovered completely in the day or two since then. She was committed now, though, the glow of a building mass field surrounding her right hand.<br/><br/>The dull, heavy 'thump' of conflicting mass effect fields resounded through the room as Milenya released the 'Throw' field right against the 'Pull' field surrounding the slaver, in the region of his kidneys. He screamed in pain, the impact sending them both tumbling through the air. Her body protested the sudden emptiness of her pussy as they were pulled apart; she bounced onto the floor, doubtless bruising her butt. The batarian had it worse off, ricocheting off the ceiling and crashing to the floor. He lay there motionless and groaning.<br/><br/>As she fought to regain her feet, he was trying to prop himself up off the floor.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Fucking asari BITCH! You're going to regret that! You'll be our rape toy after I get a shock collar on you!"</span>He was gasping, his breath labored and in pain, but not yet incapacitated. He lunged for her as she tried to dance out of the way.<br/><br/>The next few seconds were a desperate scramble. He was filled with anger and lust, the damage she'd inflicted barely evening the odds as she tried to evade his hold. He was stronger, more experienced than she was but she was more agile. But he caught her anyway, grabbing her leg and bringing her down.<br/><br/>In an instant he was on top of her again, his cock trapped against her belly as his hands wrapped around her neck.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I'm going to break you, cunt!"</span><br/><br/>Desperate, she clutched at his hands, clawing, trying to pull him off her as she struggled to breath. Her feet were planted on the floor as she bucked her hips, trying to throw him off. With one last motion, she managed to roll them over, her eyesight going gray at the edges and suddenly, his grip loosened.<br/><br/>She pushed away from him, gasping for breath. That last roll had landed him on top of his own armor, and one of the bladed gauntlets had severed his spine at the back of his neck.<br/><br/>She shuddered, nauseous. That could have been her. He could've won, put a collar on her neck, tortured her. The risk she'd taken, just to get a few weapons free for the others...<br/><br/>She staggered to her feet and lunged for the shower. There wouldn't be much time, either way. They were searching the base, and though the barracks were low on the list, sooner or later someone would come in. She let herself have ten seconds under the cold spray, unwilling to wait for it to heat up, and then scrambled into her suit and armor.<br/><br/>The next step was dragging the body to where it wouldn't be noticed, shoved under one of the bunks. That done, she yanked the heavy duty power cell free from the M-451. It would be a good spare for the grenade launcher, something that Shira would appreciate along with the Avenger. Though she had no idea where they'd gotten to, and their discarded suits were still in Desmond's office, nearby.<br/><br/>Finally, she stripped the guard's omnitool of data. He'd been more conscientious than most, but he'd still fallen into the trap of convenience; while his private data was protected, the door codes and common collar/restraint commands were in the open for ease of access.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>