Spector

Re-sealed

As the ship dropped out of Mass Effect Drive, I awoke hearing Kimmie struggling in her crate. EDI was already sending the message to Nassana's frequency, but we were out of sensor range. To my surprise, a small freighter broke off from the fleet to transmit a direct reply. They were going to dock for the transfer, since their ship was too small for a shuttle bay.

"EDI, make sure we're in full stealth until that ship is out of range of the rest of the fleet." A simple tone let me know we were going to do just that. "As for you." I turned to Kimmie's crate and looked her in the eye as she tried to speak through her gag. "It looks like you need more training." With her leash attached, I still had to drag Kimmie back to the training room. I wouldn't have time until later, so I tied her leash to an eye bolt about waist height and put a full hood over her head.

The freighter was fast for it's age, crossing space at an alarming rate. I was just quick enough to dress and arm myself before it was in visual range. EDI was able to confirm only one crew member on board, naturally a Quarian. We were also far enough from the fleet that even weapons fire would go unnoticed. Sure enough, when the freighter caught site of me they tried to turn back. It was far too late, EDI had jammed the freighter's communications. As they slowed, a single round from my mass driver disabled their propulsion.

Over point to point laser comm, EDI transmitted my Spector ID codes and advised the ship would be boarded. In seconds, EDI had matched speed and course with the now damaged freighter, and docked shortly after. Now docked, I could see through the port hole a lone Quarian figure with hands raised. I pressed the physical intercom button for the old ship, "Face away from the door, and take three steps back to me." The figure did exactly that, and I could tell they were unarmed. Another button press and the door hissed while pressure equalized between our ships. Like a shot, the figure dropped prone and a hail of gun fire streamed through the now open hatch.

Luckily, I treated every door as a 'fatal funnel' and had stepped aside before it opened. The guns ran dry seconds later, leaving scoring throughout my docking bridge. I watched the Quarian slowly look around, shocked to not see a pile of red meat where I should have been standing. My arms shot through the opening, wrapping around the figure I could clearly tell was female in the light of my own ship. Knowing I could quickly take an advantage, I smashed my own helmeted head into her visor until it cracked, letting the "unclean air" into her sealed suit.

She started thrashing as much as she could in my grip, "Please! I can't afford treatment if I get sick, you must let me seal my suit!" I started baking into my ship, "You tried to kill a Spector, I must do nothing unless you cooperate." She suddenly stopped moving, "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't let the exposure kill me." True to her word, she sat in my interrogation room quietly until I returned with a patch kit for her. The exposure was already having an effect, she was lethargic and having trouble focusing while I began questioning her. She was, surprisingly, the famous Tali Zora who had helped Shepard stop the Reaper attacks. One of the last survivors of that mission, and having a rather long brush with bad luck since then.

She was just a middle man, she had no idea where the products came from or who they were for. The problem is, she still tired to kill me and I couldn't let that stand. Tali was becoming delirious from the exposure, but I had a plan now. I started typing to EDI, instructing him to build a new suit for my newest guest. In the meantime, I took her to sick bay. EDI would be able to treat her and keep the bay sterile, so in her delirium I stripped her and shackled her to the exam bed. Tali, like all Quarians is lithe, with what humans would call a runners body. Her gray and completely hairless body looks almost sticky. It would take some time for her suit, so in the mean time I would let EDI treat her.

I think it's time to check on Nassana. Not surprisingly, she's still as I left her in the milking station. Her head is hanging, and her udders are noticably larger even after only a night. I see a trickle coming from each nipple, but the machine won't empty her until I want it to. I step up behind her bent form and slap her ass hard. "Sleeping well my little cow?" She can only groan around the feeding cock lodge in her mouth. She starts shaking as I run a finger through her wet pussy, the supplement keeping her perpetually horny. "Do you want the pressure in your udders to go away?" Another moan, and as much of a nod as she can manage. I start the machine, the more she produces early on the more she will continue to produce. A steady stream of white milk quickly fills the suction cups over her nipples, quickly filling the tubes before they disappear. I land several light slaps against her swollen pussy before leaving her frustrated to complete her work for the day. A constant low moan leaves her before the feeding starts again, drowning out any noise she could still make.