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Commander Shepard had been having a rough time keeping up morale after the last mission. After a large raid on a Cerberus facility they were left with a pile of bodies when one of their scientists did a purge of their facility, resulting in the deaths of fifty two out of fifty three test subjects. Only one of the test subjects survived, a human teenager named Zander with very little in terms of files. They weren’t even sure Zander was his real name
The only facts that remained were some encrypted data on recent experiments that would take months to decrypt and none of Miranda’s contacts gained the crew any leads. A slightly malnourished Caucasian, his body was of thin build and black hair slightly covered two big blue eyes. Some rudimentary cybernetics for health were installed in his body, mostly relating to bolstering the teen’s constitution but other than that, the young man was in reasonably good condition for a Cerberus test subject. Almost suspiciously so, but a clear physical exam and battery of tests done by Dr. Chakwas removed that suspicion. Only the matter of what to do with the boy was left.
Dr. Chakwas was eager to keep running tests, saying that she probably didn’t understand the full extent of the Cerberus alterations to the teen’s body. However, Shepard didn’t like the idea of doing too many tests on this boy after he had been recently saved from medical experiments and only approved non-invasive procedures until such time surgery would be necessary. Yet, with the moral quandary over, something would still need to be done with Zander while he stayed on the ship.
Months Later…
The Normandy was calm today. Most of the crew was getting along with few issues beyond a few trivial medical issues and no new assignments meant the crew were getting some much needed downtime. Some crew rested while others engaged in leisure activities. In Shepard’s case she wanted to spend a lot more time with her girlfriend Miranda but first she wanted to make sure her suite was being repaired properly by their new repairman, Zander.
The teen was a technical genius, within weeks he could do most if not all the basic hardware and software upkeep needed for the Normandy’s regular functions. However, he had no military training and was a bit sheepish to be placed beside hardened military personnel, further he shouldn’t be trusted with the inner workings of the ship. After all he was still a civilian but he could be trusted with day to day repair of the more common functions: drawer controls, equipment, personal computers and the crew’s armour. Shepard rather liked the repairs he’d made to her armour last time. Her suit had felt a lot more comfortable after he worked his magic and she almost hoped she could keep the meek teen as a permanent personal repairman. Though she wished he’d tidy up his room.
There was not much spare room on the Normandy for non-necessary personnel but one of the smaller supply rooms on the south side had been mostly emptied and turned into a room/garage for the teen. Yet, the once pristine room was now filled with all kinds of techno-trash and half finished repair requests that had been tagged. The roof was covered in exposed pipes, bundled cables and makeshift lighting. While the centre of the room was dominated by machining equipment and a large table where various pieces of crew equipment had been tagged for repair. Shepard took a moment to stare at a pod in the corner of the room, a strange device with a few mechanical arms and tendrils. Perhaps for repairing droids? Shepard had no idea why such alterations had to be done to her ship’s interior but considering nothing was beyond repair, she never got too upset about the modifications.
“Hi, miss Shepard… How are you?” asked Zander, poking his head over the table. His voice was shaky as usual and he appeared to be working on one of his pieces of machining equipment.
“I am doing fine, Zander, but do remember to call me Commander Shepard in the future.”
“Sorry Mi—” Zander exhaled, stopping himself, “Commander Shepard.”
“Good,” she sternly responded walking into the room, “I see you have been a little more zealous with your renovations since I dropped off my helmet.”
“Hmmmm, oh yes, ummmm~” Zander twiddled his thumbs, his voice getting quieter as he spoke, “it’s been a pet project of mine… Like some damage you’ve sustained has been huh—harder to repair, so I just—”
“It is fine Zander, just don’t do any permanent damage.” Shepard interjected, unwilling to listen to Zander mumble at her for much longer.
“Oh and your helmet,” Zander perked up a little as he reached under the table and produced the N-7 helmet, normal build save some extra armour on the sides and a black visor on the front.
“Modifications?”
“Yes Commander,” Zander pointed to the sides, a little excited, “Your comms were knocked out last battle and I wanted to make sure it didn’t happen twice.”
“How very resourceful,” responded Shepard, a little impressed.
“Would you mind trying it on here?” asked Zander, looking up at Shepard, “I wanna make sure it fits.”
The woman was six foot two a good half a foot taller than the teen who seemed to look at her like an excited child, she couldn’t say no. Shepard pushed Zander back a little , saying “Alright, I can see you’ve been waiting for this. I’ll let you know if there is a problem.”
“Perfect, let me get my instruments.” Zander bent over and opened a nearby cupboard as Shepard put on her new hemet.
“Huh, surprisingly comfy,” she muttered as she put the helmet on her head. There was a little slack thanks to her lack of shoulder pads but the helmet sat without much help. Shepard turned on the lights and they were a light red, almost pink as they illuminated her helmet.
“Pink?” asked shepard.
“Not normally, I will have to check the light settings,” he replied, “does it hurt your eyes?”
“No no, just a little different,” exhaled Shepard, she felt a little fatigue as she inhaled. The air that filled her lungs was filtered but nice, it had this strange calming effect she was not used to, not chemical like a perfume but not natural either.
“Something smells nice, did you change… change the fil—Whoooaa,” Shepard grabbed her head, slouching as she felt her head get lighter. She took a trio of heavy breaths but each one only made her brain feel numb.
“Commander Shepard is smoothing wrong?” asked Zander springing up, “should I get Dr. Chakwas or—”
“No it’s… it’s not… not, w-whu—” Shepard grabbed her head and leaned against the side of the room, everything was spinning and she immediately pulled off her helmet, taking a deep breath as it clattered on the ground.
“Whu-what is happen… hap-en to, meeeh,” wheezed Shepard, she fell to her knees as a great heat spread through her body. An all consuming burning that confused Shepard with its familiarity. It took her a moment to realise but she quickly realised she was horny, acting like she was edged for hours by Miranda. Her nipples both poked through her workout top, her cheeks grew flush and head hazy and a dark spot in her underwear started to grow.
“You are becoming a much more manageable dyke,” spat Zander as he stood up.
“Whu-what did y-yu-yuh—hnnggghhh!”
Shepard was completely taken off guard by the remark, she wasn’t expecting to hear Zander speak with confidence let alone spit an insult her way. However such feelings were quickly washed away as Zander whipped out his massive cock and slapped it against Shepard’s cheek.
A monster of a member, thick and pale with a huge vein running up the centre. The underside of his cock thickened at the tip and twitched as he rubbed it against her face. His girth was wide enough to nearly cover Shepard’s face and his fat tip swelled and poked out of his foreskin as he looked down at Shepard’s sloppy face.
“I said you’re gonna get an attitude change.” Zander rolled his eyes and pushed Shepard’s nose up into a pig position, his massive meat resting over her red hair as he continued, “Did you not hear me, dumb bitch.”
“Hnnyyhhooo,” Shepard mewled as she took a deep breath of hot cock stink, her mind was racing now. Her body was weak and trembling as this teen used her face as a cock rest. The weight of his shaft alone made Shepard feel like she’d be crushed at any moment, completely broken by this boy’s masculinity.
“Honestly Shepard, you and your crew are cute but insufferable.” A wicked grin grew on Zander’s face as he laughed, “Hahaha you look so dumb with that look in your eye, never gone into heat?”
“Nnnngghh, wuh-w-what is happening, mmmmnn, snooort, snort!” Shepard started quickly inhaling cock stink, her brain melting into slop as she squirted over the floor, mewling, “Hnnngghhh, issssh guuuud~”
“A little bit of psi-power combined with a bit of pheromones turns inferior cunts into brain dead sluts.” Zander pulled down his pants showing off his heavy nuts like two melons in a smooth sack of pale flesh, surrounded by a few tufts of black hair.
“That scientist that encrypted the test data for me, the busty black bitch you killed in the opening firefight was my former blowjob pig. She was so loyal, shame she’s not around to clean my cock,” he continued.
“Ahhhnnnnn!” Shepard felt her cunt throb as Zander grabbed onto her head. His touch alone was enough to edge Shepard. The way his fingers slid into her locks turned her cunt into slop, she thought she might piss herself as he tightened his grip.
“I had my own little harem in Cerberus but you all ruined it.” Zander pulled Shepard in closer, burying her face between his heavy nuts.
Shepard tried to drool a response but she was overwhelmed by her first snort of ball musk and sputtered, “Mmuuhhh, buhhh-braaains isssh duuuh~”
“But before I turn the rest of your crew into replacement fuck sows, I’ll need a proper breeder. Can’t let my genetics go to waste and you meet my needs perfectly, commander Shepard,” Zander said the last part in a mocking tone, his voice filled with sadistic glee as he watched Shepard snort ball musk. His lips keeping that wicked little grin as he added, “lucky you~”
“Mmmnnnn, smeeeellls guuuuud,” drooled Shepard, her IQ barreling into the single digits as Zander’s powers took hold of her little mind. No psychic training could’ve prepared her for this, it was like Zander could reprogram her brain with little thought and his musk was the trigger.
“You’ll be moulded into my perfect woman soon,” Zander grabbed the back of Shaprd’s head, “but first let’s get your throat used to my size.”
“Duuuuhh–hhuuun,” burbled Shepard, her eyes crossed as Zander pulled her face out from between his nuts. This teen was insane, how dare he rub his sweaty dick over her face. Normally Shepard would have beaten this boy black and blue the second he tried to take off his pants, however she couldn’t summon the strength. She just knelt at his feet, drooling and dumb as he pressed his fat cock head against her lips.
“I know you’re a dyke but you’re a tough bitch, try not to faint before I’ve dumped my load.”
“Ghuunnkkkk~” Shepard let out a weak mewl as her throat was forcefully penetrated, Zander’s cock head slid deep into her throat. The sudden taste of sweat and dick cheese stung her tongue but quickly Shepard grew to love the act.
“That’s a good dyke, deep down you always wanted cock,” Zander let go of her head as he continued, “Even though you didn’t know it yet.”
Shepard had the brief opportunity to pull back, she could peel her lips off this fat white donkey dick and maybe make it out into the hall. Odds are someone would hear her cry for help, there was still hope. However, all those thoughts of escape felt so revolting to Shepard once she started slurping his cock tip, the taste of his smegma made her want to vomit at first but quickly Shepard started to crave the taste.
Zander tilted his head and smirked, “Does my little suck-sow enjoy her master’s dirty dick?”
“Mmmmhhhhnnn,” she gurgled, her tongue twisting and tickling around his tip, swallowing all his filth with gusto. Shepard knew her brain was being rewired to love this teenage bastard’s filthy dick but she didn’t fucking care! The taste was too good, every throb of his tip leaked thick white pre-cum that made Shepard’s pussy pulse as it oozed down her throat.
“Then why don’t you suck harder slut, there still over a foot left for you to clean~”
At her master’s stern offer, Shepard started moving her lips down Zander’s fat shaft. Her jaw strained as she felt the bottom of his shaft press down on her tongue. The girth was stretching Shepard to her physical limits and she could barely push herself forward, taking his inches at a snail's pace. Her lips extended into a sloppy suck-face but it wasn’t enough. By the time she had reached the halfway point she was exhausted.
Drool dribbled down her chin, eyes fluttering as she snorted back air. Shepard’s massive dick was stretching her throat, creating a fat bulge that blocked most of the flow of oxygen. Shepard grabbed his thighs, trying to push her throat further down but it was physically impossible. She didn’t have the raw skill required but Zander, her kind dominator could fix that.
“A petty pathetic first attempt but not the worst I have seen.”
Shepard’ looked up, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as she looked up at Zander, letting out a tiered groan as he continued, “But don’t worry, I can give you some much needed skill.”
“Mmmmmmmnnn…” Shepard paused as her eyes met with Zander, his pupils started to glow and soon Shepard’s eyes were pink swirling pools. All thoughts drifted to the edges of her mind as a rush of information plunged into her brain. It felt like her brain cells were popping, everything was going blank as feelings and images of women worshipping Zander’s perfect penis were seared into her mind.
After about a moment of brain melting, Shepard had her divine epiphany. The psychically fed images clicked in her mind and she started ot suck cock like a pro. Every last shred of her identity as a lesbian was shattered, pulverised into metaphorical dust as her lips pressed against the base of Zander’s cock. The need to breathe became a tertiary concern to servicing her master and drinking his massive cum factories.
“Fuck yes,” sighed Zander as the light faded from his eyes, “finally a white bitch that can give me some good head, and I only had to cook your grey matter for a minute.”
Zander paused as he watched Shepard suck, her eyes desperate, yet empty as she moved her head up and down the last foot of his cock. Her hands no longer needed for support, devoted their attention to massaging his nuts, gentilly helping to edge him close to orgasm. She was like a cock milking machine, unconcerned with the physical limits of her body or inevitable need for air which almost scared Zander.
“Hopefully, I left you with enough brain cells to function…” Zander watched Shepard snort back some air for a solid half a minute before she returned to impaling her throat with his brutal white meat. He sighed at the sight, continuing, “I’d prefer not fighting your crew all at once, they’re not all prepped—MMMNNN!”
Zander grabbed the nearby desk as he unleashed a torrent of backed up ball slop down Shepard’s throat. The freshly brain fucked captian had been sucking him with incredible force and the need to dump a week of semi-solid ball slop came fast and was swallowed even faster. Her lips kept a vacuum seal as Shepard chugged every last drop of Zander’s nasty nut sludge, savouring his divine seed as it slid into her stomach. There was so much sperm, too much for Shepard to handle. It burst out of her nose and the sides of her lips.
“That’s a good dyke,” grunted Zander as he pulled his cock out of Shepard’s throat, causing ropes of spunk and spittle to slosh off his cock and fall onto her top.
The second his tip flopped out of Shepard’s mouth she fell forward coughing up Zander’s cum, her body shivering as she squirted. Her cunt juices dripped through her underwear and strained her tight pants. Nothing in the world made Shepard squirt that hard, she now stank of sweat and girl cum. Her tongue had fallen out of her mouth and a torrent of spilled cum came with it, forming a pool of white sludge around her cheek.
“Uhhhnnggghh,” drooled Shepard, her brain melting as she felt a burning heat start radiating through her chest. However, this was unlike the first heat. It felt so much more powerful, almost physical in how it made her chest heave and muscles tense.
“Don’t fight it bitch,” Zander planted his bare foot against the side of Shepard’s face, “accept the changes and become my bitch. Soon you won’t be able to live without my cum and you’ll never be happier.”
“Oooohhnn, whuu-what isssht, hnnnngghhh!” Shepard felt her cunt start throbbing like crazy again. There was something serious happening inside her body but Shepard didn’t have the mental strength to fight it, not that she wanted to. This was a gift from her master and she wouldn’t reject it, no matter how much that silly voice in the back of her head still wanted her to; it had gotten pretty quiet so who cares what she thought. It was master Zander who was doing the thinking now.
Shepard’s changes were minimal and came quickly, her chest increased by a good two cup sizes, climbing from her former double-Ds and settling around the upper end of F-cup. Her tight toned athletic booty got a boost, increasing a full pant size, straining against her tight shorts which now wedge between her cheeks. Muscled thighs thickened and her hips grew a bit wider, lips becoming a little poutier as she wallowed on the ground. All the changes helped to enhance a new bimbo look, but weren’t extreme enough to draw immediate attention.
“Hnnnyyooohn, fuh-feels fuuunie,” drooled Shepard as Zander moved his foot off her face.
“Stand up and strip, slave.”
“Nyyynnnhh,” Shepard felt a shock in her brain, like something was straining and grasping for as much control as it could get but Shepard smashed this silly feeling. Master was supposed to do the thinking from now on and she didn’t wanna disappoint him!
“HHHHNNN, YES MASTER!” Shepard’s cry filled the room and her whole body shivered as that feeling popped like a balloon and her mind was flooded with feelings of sweet submission. Whatever that silly voice was saying was a distant memory now, all Shepard needed to do was obey.
She quickly stood up, moving with a renewed pep as she tore off her top and sports bra, showing off her new fat titties. Two perfect bouncing balls of flesh tipped by bright pink nipples that stood on end. Her body was well muscled from years of training and fights but got an upgrade from Zander’s powers. Hips were better defined, wider leading into a bubble booty and sculpted thighs. Shepard could’ve been a model but to Zander she was just breeding stock.
“I see you shaved, slave,” added Zander, he reached over and grabbed his new fuckdolls cunt, rotating around her clit with two fingers as he asked, “did you shave for your girlfriend?”
“Uuuhhhn-huuuhnn!” Shepard nodded, her head getting all fuzzy as her master mercilessly teased her clit, “she like… uuhhnn, likes eating me out~”
“Now you stay shaved for me. Keep yourself smooth and ready for my cock, understand commander?” asked Zander, laughing as he said commander.
“Yes sir,” Shepard stood firm as he rubbed her clit, giving him a salute like a fresh cadet to an officer.
“Well come on Slut n’Commander, assume the position if you wanna get fucked~”
“Yes sir!” Shepard immediately moved down onto her hands and knees, pushing her head against the floor while leaving her ass up. Her hips at the perfect height for a deep dicking and she wiggled her hips at Zander, giggling like a bimbo as she stared at his dick through her long legs.
“This is your test run, bitch.”
“Ahhhnngghh, sooooo fuuuckin deeeepp!!” sloppily sputtered Shepard
“Don’t faint and I might make you my breeder—”
“Hnnnggghh, fuuuucccsshh!”
Shepard’s face devolved into a sloppy ahegao as Zander’s cock tip poked her womb’s entrance, his hands keeping a firm grip on her hips as he continued, “and if you do faint, well… I suppose I could whore your ass out for some extra cash~”
“Ahhhhnn-I, I won’t fail!” cried Shepard, pushing her hips back, her pussy desperately trying to envelop every inch of Zander’s monster dick.
“Oh not bad,” exclaimed Zander, his smile genuine as he felt his tip squish the back of Shepard’s womb. His shaft was defiling every inch of her insides. Every single fold was scraped out and her womb was being pumped full of Zander’s hot pre-cum. She could feel it seeping into her fallopian tubes and it only motivated the brain drained bimbo to try as hard as she could, devoting what little brain power she had to cock milkin!
“Hehehe, you’re dumb bimbo cunt will drain you dry, master!” Shepard pushed her hips back, gyrating as she continued, “I promise to be the best breeder n’stuff—ahhhnnn!”
“Move faster, cunt Commander,” Zander laughed as he kept pace, thrusting into Shepard, “or I’ll never cum.”
“Hnnggghh, yeeeeesh!” Shepard’s expression was dumb and drooling as she moved her hips. Muscles flexed and body shivered from the sheer effort required to impale nearly two feet of rock hard white dick into her cunt. The bulge alone poked the underside of her jiggling titties but Shepard didn’t stop, she wouldn’t fail. Shepard would be the best baby factory Zander had ever seen.
“You’re really gripping me tight, pet,” he grunted, “how badly do you want my seed?”
“Liiikkee sooooo fuuuuckin baaad,” mewled Shepard, her eyes twitching, “I wanna feel it gunk up my womb, bloat my dyke cunt. Make Miranda taste cum when she eats me out!”
“What a sweet commander, no wonder the crew likes you,” said Zander as he gave Shepard what she needed. A blast of hot fallopian tube clogging nut butter, it spewed directly into her baby box, bloating her belly as it wiggled into every last inch of her cunt. Lucky for Zander he could control basic biological functions or Shepard would probably be knocked up with triplets, which needed to be avoided for now.
“Mmmmmnnggh, I love master, I love master and his big white donkey dick!” A wicked smile grew on Shepard’s face as she felt the last of his spunk deposit into her womb.
“You’ll be feeling my seed gunking up your womb a lot more often, pet.”
“Hyyyywwwoo, maaaaster,” drooled Shepard as she felt Zander pull his meat out of her now gaping cunt, “I’m so happy that you came so much! It feels so good being your breeding bitch, I hope you seed me more so—oooohhnn!”
“Not done yet,” he grunted, shoving his cock deep into Shepard’s asshole. The initial insertion pushed tons of his cream out of Shepard’s gaping pussy and onto the office floor with a loud squelch.
“Hnnngghhh, tooooo deeeep!” cried Shepard, eyes crossing as her anus was remodelled into Zander’s sex sleeve. A series of shocks ran up Shepard’s spine as she was brutally used, her master’s superior nuts swung like two heavy fails, plapping her backside over and over again. Their force felt like it was enough to bruise Shepard’s pristine cheeks and she wanted the marks. She’d wear whatever her master gave her with pride.
No act at this point was too degrading for the brain broken captain. She’d walk outside right now if he gave the order; naked, covered with cum and completely empty. The opinions of the crew meant nothing to her anymore, only the opinion of her wonderful master mattered. To satisfy his need to cream, Shepard used all her muscles to squeeze Zander as he thrust deep
“All you fucking dykes are such anal freaks.”
SLAP!
SLAP!
“Ahhnnnggghh, fuck yes,” mewled Shepard, her breath heavy, “beat me master, abuse your stupid whore!”
“Finally a toy that doesn’t break!” Zander grabbed Shepard’s hips, fingers squeezing her muscles as he pounded her anus. His tip swollen and fat was scraping out every inch of Shepard’s lower bowles, beating the back of her womb with every single thrust. A normal woman probably would’ve fainted but Shepard loved every second, withstanding the boy’s sadistic thrusts. Her body trembling as she nearly buckled from the savage destruction of her anus. Shepard’s anal entrance might never close again but such a little fact didn’t matter, it simply meant her master could use her asshole that much easier.
“Hhheeeeee, m-muh-master I’m breaking,” Shepard's face slumped against the floor, her eyes white as she squirted over her master’s feet, barely holding herself back from the brink with sheer will.
“You better not, I’m about to–nnyyphh, cuuum!” Zander gritted his teeth as he shot out his superior seed into Shepard’s asshole. She could feel it all clog her insides like thick molasses, filling every single inch of her asshole with wonderful cum.
“Nnngghhh, duuumpps iittsh aaaaaall!” Shepard’s belly bloated as it stretched to find room for the figure ruining load Zander had just finished shooting inside her guts. The orgasm was long but Shepard felt so very satisfied listening to her master’s pleasured grunts as he pulled out.
“Pheeeeww, been too long since I nutted that hard,” grunted Zander as his shaft slowly popped out of Shepard’s freshly glazed anus. Her pink gaping asshole looked like a bowl of hot cream as he pulled out. His thick load bubbling in her hole before Shepard started to re-tighten, causing the load to spill out onto the floor like a geyser. It shoot out high enough to paint Shepard’s ass cheeks white before spilling onto the floor, adding to the pool of spunk which was quickly growing.
“Hnnngghhuuu, muuuhh buuussh bro–keenssh,” giggled Shepard, amused by her own anal destruction. Her brain now a happy mess of crossed wires, fucked emotions and blissful emptiness.
“Don’t pass out you stupid whore.” Zander gave Shepard’s thigh a light kick, causing the commander to yelp, “your useless holes couldn’t contain my load–”
“Mnnnn—gghhh, sowwy!”
“It’s your responsibility to clean it all up, let me know once you are done lapping up my cum and I might give you another reward,” ordered Zander.
“Yuuuh-huuun, yes master,” Shepard took a long lick along the metal floor, taking a heavy glob of nut gunk into her mouth, “Mmmnnn, I’ll like totes clean up every last drop!”
“Good girl, make my floor shine,” said Zander, letting out an exhausted exhale as he looked at the table of projects before him. It was going to be a long evening but at least he’d made more progress with his plans and with Shepard’s help, he’d rapidly make progress in the coming weeks.
Hours later…
“Finally, you’ve got some proper markings.” exhaled Zander as he looked up from his terminal.
“Totes, thankies master!” giggled Shepard, emerging from the pod as the arms moved away, revealing her new ink. Her stomach had been marked by a large crimson queen of hearts womb tattoo, accented by a halo and angel wings that pointed off to her hips. Over her big bubble booty were the words “Zander’s Slave” written in cursive and to complete the slut look, Shepard’s nipples had been pierced by little barbells. The stainless steel piercings looked good over her now bustier breasts, which bounced as she stepped towards Zander.
He looked up at her and squished one of her boobs, his hand sinking into her tit flesh as he ordered, “now look into my eyes, slave.”
“Duuuhhn, like okays,” drooled Shepard, she slouched as her eyes turned into a pair of swirling pink pools. Her master’s power was seeping deep into her brain and she accepted it without hesitation.
“Slave, I am your master and you will obey every command.”
“Uhhhuu-huuuhn,” Shepard nodded, drool dripping from her lips.
“You still need to be The Normandy’s captain, we can’t have the crew all trying to stop their conversions,” he continued, “do you remember how to be Commander Shepard?”
“Yuuuh-huuuh,” Shepard’s eyes fluttered as she nodded an answer, her cunt spewing juices all over her inner thighs as she kept intense eye contact with her dominator.
“In public you will be the Captain the crew needs but who will you be with me?”
“Uhhhnnn, y-yuh-yur loyal slut master,” giggled Shepard, her voice sloppy, “I am Shepard the stupid fuck–slut, the bleached baby factory of my god Zander.”
“Good girl, I guess even a retard like you gains a little worth after submitting.” Zander took a seat at his desk, still covered with all kinds of repair projects.
“Hehehe, thankies master!” She nodded, a big dumb smile on her face as colour returned to her eyes, “may I worship you while you work?”
Zander knew Shepard was probably needed somewhere else tonight but the blank and drooling look in her eyes really got to him, “Alright, might as well put those tits to good use.”
“Yaaaaaaay, thankies master, I’ll be the like best bleached bitch you’ve ever owned~”
Shepard happily knelt at his feet and wrapped her boobs around Zander’s cock. Even with the two extra cup sizes granted by her master’s power, Shepard struggled to smother more than a third of his meat, opting to instead rub his shaft over her face as she planted kisses up his shaft. Each sloppy peck accompanied by a soft moan as she happily serviced her god.
“Well at least you are better than my old blowjob pig,” Zander a little on his consul, looking over crew files and their tickets, “it took her weeks to learn how to properly worship, must’ve been her pedigree.”
“Mmmmhmmm, dumb white sluts know how to drain cock!” mewled Shepard as she moved to the other side of Zander’s cock, her tongue tickling his veins.
“So I’ve learned,” responded Zander, grinning as he watched Shepard slurp up the pre-cum that leaked from his tip.
“Then like, why don’t ya get more!” she giggled, looking up with hearts in her eyes, “My GF Miranda would love to be your pole polishing fuck slut once you fuck all those silly lesbian ideas out of her head.”
“Looks like my pet still has a few brain cells left.”
“Yuuuhhn-huuhn,” Shepard nodded, “I could totes bring her to you! She’d be super easy to break, loves being edged~”
“Sounds lovely, we’ll make it a very special date then, but first,” Zander reached into his drawer and pulled out a black choker with a red heart tag that had Shepard’s name on it, “Let’s get my new pet collared~”
“Arrrf , arrrff, thank you, master!” giggled Shepard between loving kisses up Zander's cock, “I can’t wait to see all the happy looks on the crew's faces when you collar them too!”
“Me too, now get back to sucking,” he ordered, “we’ve still got a lot of work to do.”