Spector

An Ally

The trek back to the safe house was fairly long, but Kimmie's weight was negligible thanks to the exo in my armor. Every so often I would play with my Omnitool, adjusting the vibrators trapped deep in her lower body. The paralytic was fast acting, and also lost its effect quickly. I started to feel her squirm about half way back. When I rounded the last corner, flashing blue from a plasma torch caught my eye.

The mercs found my safehouse, and were under the impression I was home. I sat Kimmie's bag down, and took my Black Widow from its mag lock. Sighting the 400 meters to the door, I could see 3 Blue Suns and a combat mech. Tapping into the PA system over the door I gave them a warning, "This is Spector property, leave now or you will be fired upon. Reinforcements are en route." The Batarian with the torch continued cutting, but the mech turned toward me, facing down the road. One of the mercs, a Salarian also took a position to cover the road.

My rifle sang a deadly tune and the shield surrounding the mech flared before failing. The slug punched a neat hole in the cockpit window, and the human pilot slumped in her seat. I ducked back into cover as return fire from the Salarian came in. As the mercs scrambled for their own cover, several things happened at once. Hidden doors opened on the safehouse and auto turrets opened fire, catching them from behind. The door of the safehouse also opened, and an Asari stepped out into the fray.

Nassana Dansus, another Spector whom I worked with occasionally, was a powerful biotic. The Batarian at the door hadn't moved, as the turrets had no angle him. Nassana was quick, plucking him from the ground with a powerful biotic blast and tossing him into the back of the defunct mech. He didn't move after he came to a stop. The turrets finished one of the remaining mercs and the last, the Salarian tried to flee. A shot from my rifle nearly separated his torso from his legs, and the fight was over.

Kimmie was squirming again as I picked up her bag and walked into the open, turning both vibrators up to maximum. I closed the door of the safehouse when we were all inside. "Nassana, what brings you to this little slice of Hell in the Sol System?" She was breathing deeply from her biotic expenditure, "Institute 6 has expanded to attack ships leaving the Citadel. We're partners for the remainder."

Nassana enjoyed traveling publicly and didn't bring a ship, so she would be sharing Omaha with me. This wouldn't be a problem, as I knew she shared my interest in punishing criminals on a personal level. "I have a lead, there's a listening station in the asteroid belt crewed by Institute. That's where they deploy the raid teams near Sol. I also have our in-flight entertainment," I said shaking Kimmie. We continued through the safehouse and boarded Omaha. Once safely inside, I ordered my AI to take off and detonate incendiary devices in the safe house... it wasn't safe any more. The incendiaries would burn any useful components or information scavengers would surely look for.

"What sort of entertainment did you find for us Rex?" Nassana was cooled down from her efforts, and followed me through the cargo bay to a room I designed for breaking captives. A gasp escaped Nassana's lips when she saw the equipment I had amassed. "Rex, you devil. You haven't changed a bit!" I could hear the smile on her lips as she spoke. In answer, I opened the bag Kimmie had occupied for the last hour, and dumped my bound package onto a padded section of the floor. "Nassana, meet Kimmie. She was sending Institute 6 hit messages from her doctor's office in the housing ward. I think she needs... correction? Training? I'm not sure yet." A near constant squeal was coming from behind the hood Kimmie was wearing. "Unfortunately, we don't have much time. It's only an hour flight to the listening post. I have a new piece of equipment to give her a head start though, care to help me?"

Nassana's smile at the proposition was all the answer I needed. Together, we removed the cuffs holding Kimmie in place. She was weak, still blind and deaf, but she put up a token fight. I reached to the pump on the front of the hood and gave it a squeeze, then a second. Kimmie's hands tried to pry the front panel off as the penis shaped gag expanded toward her throat. It was enough to stop her struggles, "I need to get one of those for my extraction bag," Nassana quipped. "Is a handy piece, do you see that padded section on the far wall? Help me get her over there." We pushed Kimmie's back to the wall with her legs spread by a low bench. Between us, Kimmie was secured tightly by shackles on each limb and several straps over her torso.

"What do you think little Kimmie would be good for Nassana? I'll be able to set my equipment to give her a head start." Nassana swayed over to the wall, running her hands over the good doctor's tits before taking the clamps from her nipples. There was a whine from the hooded woman and she tried to pull the shackles from the wall. "I've always thought puppies were cute Rex, and I've never had one." I smiled at her sideways, "You're just as kinky as I remember from our mission on Grissom." I started punching commands into my Omnitool. "I need you to take Kimmie's toys away Nassana, can you do that for me?" She had been running her long nails up and down our soon to be pet's torso and thighs. She licked her lips before untying the crotch rope and pulling the still vibrating plug from Kimmie's ass. She tossed it to the floor before slowly pulling the dildo out as well. Kimmie relaxed in her bonds as a flood of her juices started to roll down her thighs. Nassana, as I expected, started licking the dildo. "Ooohhh, she tastes good! She'll be a fun little pet."

I finished my preparations, and turned to a cabinet on Kimmie's left taking several items from inside. A large box which ran into Omaha's plumbing sat between her legs on the bench. A butt plug, this one hollow for enemas easily filled her still open hole. Nassana slowly inserted a thin pink dildo with silicon filaments designed to distract our new pet, along with a thin catheter. The last piece would be a new hood.  I unlocked the collar around Kimmie's neck, slowly peeling her hood forward over her matted hair. When her ears were uncovered i whispered, "If I hear a single word escape your lips, you're going to wish for a death that won't come."

Kimmie was lucky, her jaw was numb from the harsh gag imposed on her for the last ninety minutes. As the hood came free, her mouth hung limp. She tried to gain speech, but wasn't quick enough. I slipped a phallus into her mouth with slots similar to a mouth guard. A thick gas mask followed, the inside of the mask held a screen, sensors, and plugs with audio receivers filled her ears. I sent a command to the AI and watched as Kimmie's new universe began to take shape.