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It hung in space like a metal coffin, framed against nothing more cheerful than the crushing blackness of the void beyond. What few lights were visible on it flickered, like the last gasps of a dying predator. The black metal hull was scorched, sparks flying off of it like blood leaking from a wound. By all accounts, it looked like little more than wreckage.

“It’s a floating graveyard, Shepard.” Garrus said, crossing his arms over his chest, “Walk into it and you’ll just get added to the bodies. It would be better to just blast it apart here and now.”

“If there are survivors, we can’t just abandon them.” Shepard’s voice was hard as ever, despite the warmth of her intentions, “We have to check.”

“You really think the Geth would’ve left survivors?” Wrex asked, his voice thick with skepticism.

“Not on purpose, but even the Geth make mistakes.” Shepard sighed.

“We aren’t detecting any life signs onboard, Commander.” Joker noted, “Seriously, the place is quieter than my last high school reunion.”

“We’re not blowing it up yet.”

“You just don’t want me to have any fun, do you?” Joker frowned, “Seriously, Commander, it’s enrichment for your pilot! Let them blow something up, no questions asked, every once in a while! All I want!”

“The Geth targeted a prison ship in the middle of nowhere. Why?” Shepard asked the few people gathered in the cockpit, “They’re always up to something, aren’t they? If they were just looking to kill some people, they would’ve gone after a more valuable target. Not the…”

“The Iron Grove.” Garrus finished, “Not just any prison ship. It was specifically meant to isolate dangerous sexual deviants from the rest of the galaxy.” he glanced at the Commander, “Shepard, even if there are survivors, they’re most likely trash! Why are we wasting our time with-”

“Because I don’t think the Geth picked this prison for no reason.” Shepard gave him a hard look, “There’s a reason behind everything they do. If they came here it was either to find something, or to test something. Either way, it’s worth investigating.”

“Not like I really care.” Wrex shrugged, “Hopefully the place is crawling with Husks. I made a bet with Alenko that I could rip one’s head off with my bare hands, and I plan on collecting.”

“That’s barbaric.” Garrus flinched.

“Whaddya want from me?” Wrex shrugged, casually, “After you’ve blown a hundred Husk heads off, ya gotta find some way to keep it interesting.”

“I find gunfights interesting enough, already.” Garrus turned away.

“Give it a few hundred years. They get boring.”

“Joker,” Shepard’s voice cut through the conversation, “take us in.”

Her pilot sighed, “Aye, aye, captain.”

Iron Grove penitentiary was every bit as dismal and grotesque on the inside as it had looked from the outside. The hallways were barely even lit, most of the lights having failed as a result of heavy damage. Bullet holes riddled the metal walls, coupled with plasma scorches and even the occasional long scar. Whatever had left those, Shepard wasn’t sure. Omni-Tools, maybe? Probably. 

The hallway that greeted them was claustrophobic and cramped, only wide enough for two humans to walk shoulder-to-shoulder. Two humans, not a human and a Turian or a human and a Krogan. Shepard was first into the hall, instantly pulling out her sidearm in anticipation of company. Where there were Geth, there were almost certainly Husks, and Husks weren’t shy about charging straight at you. In a way it was nice. They were mindless. They didn’t care about hiding or springing ambushes or setting up defensive lines. The second they knew you were there, they came.

And boy, did they come.

Shepard felt her pistol scorch her hands as it overheated, switching out to her machine gun just in time to put down a husk as it lunged towards her from down the hallway. Her hand flew to her communicator, tapping it efficiently, not the least bit shaken by the combat that she’d just waded out of.

“Garrus? Wrex? You there?” 

Static was all that greeted her. They’d gotten separated some time ago, the penitentiary proving surprisingly labyrinthine despite not being especially large. She could almost swear hallways were looping back on themselves impossibly, if she actually believed that sort of thing could happen. Being separated from the rest of her team wasn’t exactly ideal, but she was a hardened soldier. She had survived far, far worse than a few Husks flinging themselves into her gun barrel, so this was really more like exercise. In a way, it was good to blow off steam. 

Still, the fact their communication was so thoroughly jammed was… troubling.

Shepard paused next to a map of the facility, which hung on the wall near an emergency staircase. Apparently she was near Ward D, labelled as ‘Selective Isolation’. She stooped to check the body of a dead guard, who must’ve gotten killed after the Geth had left. Otherwise, he would no doubt be a Husk by now. She picked a pistol off of him - just in case - and found an old datapad that somehow, miraculously, was still intact. She hacked it with her Omni-Tool in roughly the amount of time it took to blink, scanning it for any relevant information. 

Shady facilities like this frequently had strange experiments or other unethical practices going on in them, not like learning any of that would help her now.

D Ward, Selective Isolation. Shepard read, eyes scanning the document, Houses only the most extreme of cases, deemed unfit for cohabitation with any other prisoners. Current incarcerated subjects include:

She glanced through names. Names and rapsheets. Long, disgusting rap sheets. By the time she was done, she figured getting turned into a Husk probably actually made some of these guys less evil. She almost shuddered. In a way… good riddance. She didn’t like to write people off, but the word ‘irredeemable’ came to mind.

She paused as she found an audiolog the guard had left, deciding to play it.

“-thing’s still sitting down there. Why’d we take it with us?” the playback was crackling, jumpy, and distorted. It sounded like it could give up the ghost at any moment, but Shepard was… curious. If she could trace this back to some Citadel brass that was up to something unsavory, that was one more corrupt politician she could tear down. That was always satisfying. “-just sitting-...-holding cell-...-acting weird-...-creeps-...-should just get rid of it-...-Geth-”

It cut out.

Shepard sighed. Had these idiots really decided to take a Geth artifact with them? No wonder this whole place went to shit. Better yet, it might’ve been Reaper tech. That could only end well. But, if that really was what was going on here, she needed to find it and make sure. It could be worth bringing back to the Citadel for research, or it could just be worth making absolutely certain it was destroyed. Shepard turned and started heading down the stairs towards D Ward, ready for anything that might pop out at her. She found a Husk splayed out across a step below her, unsure if it was dead or not. Not questioning it, she kicked the body down, causing it to land with a thud at the base of the stairs.

It rasped and slowly started to rise, eyes flaring to life, but it was met with an Omni-Tool blade through the chest. Shepard grit her teeth, driving the orange light through the creature until she ripped up, splitting its chest into a bifurcated mess of mechanical gore. Black blood sprayed along the floor and wall, the Commander rising up with a fresh droplet or two dripping down her face. She heard more rasping coming from in front of her, finding that numerous cell doors were open. She readied her machine gun, checking her angles to ensure she wasn’t about to get snuck up on. 

Husks started emerging, staggering out of the containment cells slowly, without a target yet. Shepard gave them one. Quick, controlled bursts of fire put them down one after another, the Commander able to drop three before the rest even mobilized properly. They started charging her, the Commander dropping another and then another before the first managed to reach her. She slammed the butt of her rifle across its jaw so hard and fast it nearly took the damn thing’s head off. Instead, it just sprayed across the ground next to her. She dropped the one that had been behind it, before mercilessly turning her rifle on the fallen one and putting it down.

She moved forward with stark, military precision, checking each containment cell to make sure they were empty or that the threat inside was neutralized. The cells were barely big enough to lie down in, room enough for one tiny cot and basically nothing else. They were each lit by a sterile, yellowish light that contrasted starkly with the dark blue of the rest of the facility. The bodies inside - some Husks, some humans - looked like lab experiments more than prisoners. The people were clad in white gowns, most of which were stained red with plumes of blood.

Shepard was tempted to feel bad for them, then she remembered what they’d done.

They weren’t worth pitying.

Shepard lowered her rifle as she finished scoping out the room, sure there was no more movement. It was quiet. After searching each cell, she found the source of the disaster: a Geth device. It sat in one of the cells like a prisoner, radiating malice and technological horror. In a way, it looked almost mundane; just a lump of cables and metal and lights that you probably wouldn’t have looked at twice were it not so out-of-place. It didn’t exactly look important, just alien. Still, Shepard knew better. Geth artifacts didn’t need to spin and float and glow to be powerful.

She held up her Omni-Tool, attempting to bypass the door’s security lock.

Nothing.

She grumbled.

Hacking wasn’t her strong suit, the way it was with Tali, but she was no slouch. 

She tried again.

Nothing.

She tried again.

[TRIES LEFT BEFORE EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN: 1]

Shepard rolled her eyes. She kicked the door hard enough to send a thunderclap through the room, but obviously that did nothing more than take the edge off her irritation. She turned her attention back to the room, finding a Husk crawling along the floor, missing its legs. She put a bullet in the back of its head almost without looking, scanning the other bodies for any sign of a datapad. After all, they had to have the passcodes written down somewhere.

She eventually found an orange pad in the clutches of a fallen Husk, lying in a cell. At first she thought it was a guard, but a scrap of white cloth sticking from the mess of machinery spread across its body seemed to imply a gown. A prisoner. A monster.

Shepard stepped into the cell carefully, finding it awkwardly cramped as she did. She grabbed the datapad from the creature’s hands, wrestling it free with some hint of effort. After finally yanking it away, she flicked it open and started pouring through the content, losing hope second by second that it was anything remotely helpful. She lowered it as she heard more rasping outside, pulling out her pistol and lining up a shot as a Husk came into view.

She took aim at its head and fired, the blast punching a nice, big hole straight through its-

[Firearm detected in Containment Cell. Emergency Lockdown Initiated.]

The clear, female voice nearly startled Shepard out of her skin as it ruptured the unsettling silence, the meaning of the words hitting the Commander just a second too late. 

“Wait, what?” she was just about to move when the doors to the cell suddenly sealed shut with such clean efficiency that she didn’t have a single hope of making it out in time. She stared at the cell doors that now sealed her inside, taking a moment to reflect on her situation.

She was stuck. In a prison cell. With a dead Husk.

I swear to God, if Joker ever finds out about this… she grumbled to herself, immediately starting to flick at her Omni-Tool. She’d cut her way out if she had to, she just wasn’t about to let anyone - other than maybe Garrus - find out about this. Hell, even Garrus would have some smart comment to make. Especially if he found her like this.

“Commander? What did you do to get locked up in there? Your past finally catch up with you?”

Fuck, she could just hear it. No way she was letting-

A rasp from behind her made her jump into action. The Husk that had been lying there - presumably dead - started to rise. It lifted off the cot, grabbing her leg with surprising forces and yanking her down. Just as Shepard was getting her Omni-Tool blade ready to take its head off, she stumbled back and her head snapped against the metal of the cell wall. She saw stars explode in her vision as the thing pulled her forward, collecting herself just in time to growl and attack. She swung the blade straight for its face, but missed and just ended up stabbing it into the wall behind it. The Husk was closer to her now than she ever would’ve wanted it, able to see into its soulless, mechanical eyes and smell its noxious, metallic breath. It groaned as she pulled back, following after her to slam its body straight into her. It smashed her back against the wall, Shepard cursing as she fumbled to reposition her blade. Her guns weren’t exactly gonna help when the stupid thing was this close to her, so it was either her bare hands or her Omni-Tool. 

She grunted as it pushed against her, before finally managing to shove it back. It hit the wall and instantly swung its arm out in a wild haymaker. It caught the Commander across the cheek, but wasn’t much more than a glancing blow. Her head snapped to the side from the impact, regardless, the Commander lifting her Omni-Tool to drive it into the creature again. It was then that the Husk did something… unexpected.

Black bile suddenly vomited forth from its ever-open mouth, spraying across the Commander in a disgusting torrent. It sprayed across her armor, coating the front of it in chunky, oily, black foul. She was too surprised by the sudden outburst to even move at first, especially since it hadn’t hurt her at all. Then she felt anger surge back into her. She pulled back her Omni-Tool, her elbow hitting the wall and jolting her. Just as she was about to swing forward, the Husk slammed into her again. She was staggered, the creature yanking at her and pulling her in. Suddenly, she was in a full-on wrestling match with it. They toppled to the floor in a heap, Shepard slamming it against the ground only for it to twist on top and get the better of her. It grabbed her head and bashed it back against the metal, more stars filling her gaze as a rabid smile tore across her lips.

This was actually almost… fun.

She punched the thing across the jaw, in the throat, in the eye, stopping only when its forearm slammed down on her neck. She shoved back at it, launching it with her powerful legs into the door. Its back landed against it, the creature stumbling and Shepard pulling out its feet from under it. Adrenaline surged in her body as she slammed her fist straight into its metal head, bouncing it against the wall over and over and over again until lights were going out and metal was denting. More black bile drooled from its mouth, Shepard readying her Omni-Tool just in-

A jet of the black bile shot forward, spraying straight into her mouth. Instantly, oily darkness lanced into her, the taste so bitter she almost gagged. She spat as much as she could out, feeling it pour down her chin and throat. She wiped at it with the back of her hand, smearing it slightly, unsure what the fuck it’d just made her ingest. More of it sprayed from the thing’s mouth, pouring against her already-dark armor and coating it in shiny, black bile. She pressed a hand to its mouth, feeling the pressure as more tried to shoot forth. Finally, when it was just a trickle against her palm, she pulled away and delivered another hard, straight punch to the thing. She was just about to finish it when it lunged forward again, catching her in a tackle that drove her straight against the opposite wall. They tumbled onto the cot, the creature on top of Shepard - almost carrying her - as it pinned her down. Her legs were wrapped around it as she tried to climb on top, but it was way stronger than she’d expected. She felt it claw at her armor, tearing at it, trying to… what? Rip it off?! Good luck with-!

She grit her teeth as suddenly the thing managed to hook its claws under some of the plating of her power armor, yanking with all its might. It yanked over and over, lifting her hips off the cot with each insanely powerful pull, until finally it hit just right and managed to pry the fucking thing off. Shepard caught it across the face, but that barely even slowed it down as it continued yanking and prying and peeling and-

Fuck this! Shepard snarled. She whipped out her pistol and stuck it in the thing’s gaping mouth. Just before she could pull the trigger, more black goo shot out, filling the barrely in an instant. The force was enough to push her gun away, the bullet firing wildly and ricocheting around the room. The creature’s arm swung and hit Shepard’s knocking the gun away entirely. She launched a kick into the thing’s chest just as it hooked onto her armor again, and this time it tore away everything. It tore a hole straight down to skin, exposing Shepard’s thin, sleek, black panties. The sudden feeling of exposure in this of all situations was so shocking she froze for a moment.

What the HELL was this Husk doing?! Why was it-?!

She stared.

It had risen in more ways than one. It was back on its feet, and there was something pointed right at her, roughly eye level. Shepard stared, confused and disturbed and pissed off and just… confused. She’d never seen a Husk with a cock before, but she had to assume that was what this was. It was a long, monstrous amalgamation of cables and ridges and twisting, vein-like wires that all convalesced into one, brutally long, unwieldy, fucked up nightmare of a cock. Husks were goddamn ugly enough, but this?

THIS?!

The look of disgust was etched so hard onto Shepard’s face it probably would’ve shriveled a normal, living man’s dick into a goddamn raisin. She’d never checked if Husks had cocks - why fucking would she?! - but now she was almost curious. Had they all been packing thirds legs or was this guy just special? If his current size was any reflection of how it’d been before, he definitely was ‘special’. He was hung like a fucking Krogan.

Shepard stared at it as it dripped that same black, bile-like substance from mangled, puckered, biomechanical nightmare that was its head. It was all veins and ribs and studs and cables, twisting together into something so heinously thick, potent, and evil-looking that she was honestly more scared of it than the rest of the fucking Husk.

Not to mention how dangerously curved, hard, and ready it looked.

Shepard felt a twitch of panic.

“Alright, you freak,” she breathed, words full of knives, “just fucking try it.”

The creature rasped.

Then lunged.

Shepard was ready, catching it as it flung itself on top of her and instantly switching mount with it. She rained down a hail of punches on its stupid, metal head that knocked lights out, dented metal, and-

She felt it desperately trying to stab its giant dick up into her, the Commander forced to give up her position to keep it from invading her-

It caught her across the face with its arm, slamming it into her and sending her crashing off the bed. She was up again just in time to get slammed against the wall but its heavy, stupid frame, pushing it back onto the bed and driving her boot straight into its face. She felt like she should’ve crushed it against the goddamn wall, but the thing was still up.

“Tough, little bastard, aren’t-” she drove her foot forward against, but this time she only hit pure metal wall. The shockwave of the impact made her grit her teeth as the creature lunged forward, grabbing her leg like some groveling subject. It knocked her down, the creature landing on top of her and grabbing her forehead in its metallic claw. It lifted and slammed her against the ground, the Commander fighting with her neck to lessen the impact. A punch to the creature’s ribs actually managed to stagger it and let her kick it back again, however as she was staggering to her feet it flung itself at her and dragged her onto the bed.

“Get the fuck off!” she snarled, “Get-!”

She was cut off, words strangling in her throat as she felt it push into her. Inside of her. The hard, metal cock - surprisingly warm - pushed her panties aside and started plunging into her-

Shepard screamed through grit teeth, pushing away and cutting off the violation. She spun around to catch it across the jaw, but it didn’t slow it down at all. It grabbed onto her and poured itself against her, parting her legs and-

Shepard’s breathing hitched, all thoughts pushed from her head as it once again tried to pry her apart inside. The thing’s cock was desperate, worming its way into her almost like it was seeking shelter. It biomechanical hips thrust wildly, trying to push deeper as she felt strength get forcefully drained from her otherwise powerful thighs. She coughed and gagged, sputtering as revulsion flooded her.

No! She grit her teeth, trying to struggle, but its hands went to pin her down, Stop!

It’s head loomed over her and a droplet of black bile fell onto her plush bottom lip. She could tell what was about to happen. With no other recourse, she lunged forward and buried her face in the crook of its neck, just in time to avoid the torrent of black oil that was belched forth right where her head had been. She gripped the thing in a hug as it vomited forth, her brain scrambling for any way to fight back from-

“FUCK!” she cursed as it finally succeeded in bottoming out inside of her, its cock so overwhelmingly fat and hard and unbearable that it instantly turned her legs numb. Her mind raced. How was she… how was she supposed to fight this thing?! Her legs weren’t working, her fists did nothing, she was too close to use her guns, her Omni-Tool…

Omni-Tool…

She panted, hands meeting behind its back as she hugged it, her fingers fumbling to try and get the blade to just-

Her hands clawed against the air as it started thrusting, churning her up inside in an instant. Its hips were powerful and unforgiving, slamming down on hers with enough force to send a clapping shockwave through her entire body. She felt herself get squeezed against the cot by the thing’s fat, fucking dick and relentless hips, momentarily forced to abandon her counterattack as she could do nothing but absorb punishment.

“You fucking-!” she snarled, “Gonna kill you! Gonna kill you, gonna kill you, gonna FUCKING-!”

It dragged her down onto the floor, pushed her into the corner, grounded her, broke her. Its hips rolled against hers, driving its cock into her with merciless precision and ferocity. Each stroke scooped out more and more of her strength, each clap of its hips on her made her tremble with powerlessness, and each time she felt its fat, fucking, noxious head slam against her cervix she wanted to die!

Her words turned into a slurred mess of threats, so poisonous and hushed that even she could barely hear them. Its dick was making it so hard to think she could barely stand it! Everything was just so… loud! Her blood in her ears, metal on skin, her armor scraping the ground, oil drooling from its mouth, her wet pussy, her walls sucking it, blood pounding, her heart racing, her pussy sucking its shaft, its hard cock mashing up her wet pussy, her wet, wet, wet, little-!

“Rgh! God fucking damn-!” her hand managed to find her pistol, but just as she was about to grab it, she seized up again. The creature poured itself into her more rapidly, lifting her off the ground and slamming her into the wall. It lifted her, carrying her, hands on her taut, toned ass as its cock split her open. Her legs wrapped its waist, but as she realized how well supported she was, she was just able to let them kick uselessly.

What the fuck was going on?!

What was this?!

Her forehead pressed to the thing’s chest, bowing as she felt her sanity drip down the Husk’s veiny shaft.

FUCK FUCK FUCK!

Husks were just mindless robot zombies! They didn’t think or feel or fuck!

They were just drones! They’re not supposed to-!

Shepard seized up, hiccuping as the pleasure flooded out of her. Her voice was just an endless tear of groans and screams and moans and shrieking, reduced to nothing as the thing sawed into her.

Before she could even think, it was dropping her onto the cot again and pinning her down.

Why are you so fucking… her head hung back, so… so fucking…

Her body betrayed her. Her legs locked around its waist, this time with one goal in mind: to keep it there. She hated the stupid thing, but the dizzying cocktail of brain chemicals soaking into her - fear, adrenaline, rage, lust - were cooking every rational brain cell she had left. Her head was mush. She was just riding an insane high, her blood singing in her veins, nothing else mattering but how fucking hard she could get her heart pounding.

She gulped.

Her cunt wept. Finally, it broke. She was scared and fear did funny things to people. As the cock rammed her depths, the violation became so deeply, darkly, sickeningly thrilling that she couldn’t help herself. She growled and snarled her way through the treacherous orgasm, furious with herself beyond words. A Husk?! A fucking Husk?! Still, even as fury filled her brain, pleasure split it in half. She felt something inside herself stop working quite right as the thing finished her off with its fat, steel-hard cock, breaking her pussy to pieces until she could do nothing but tremble and fume.

It pulled away from her finally, as she lay on the cot, seething with a blind, ungodly hatred. Her eyes melted a hole through the Husk as it stared down at her with nothing - nothing - behind those goddamn eyes! What was it doing? Analyzing her?! Collecting data to send the Geth?! What the fuck did it want?! Why had it done this?!

Its cock lay across her stomach, reaching all the way to her navel and filling the slight dip with shiny, black oil. It seeped off Shepard’s skin in tiny rivers, mingling with her sweat.

“You little… piece of…!” Shepard snarled, “I’m gonna fucking kill you!” with that, she lunged at it and- “Ah! F-fuck!”

She pushed it down onto the cot, blindly guiding her hand until she slotted into it. Her hands braced against its chest as she started bouncing, hard and fast, able to find her own weakspot far, far quicker than some idiot Husk could. She rode it, mashing its disgusting head against all her favorite spots until she tore an orgasm out of herself so fast her thighs trembled. 

“Oh my god! God fucking damnit!” she snarled, her eyes rolling back, “Fucking… fuck you! Fuck you!” she growled it over and over, riding the thing until it picked her up and slammed her against the wall. It pounded her open until she came, at which point she shoved it back down onto the floor. Pinning it with her foot, she freed herself of some of her suffocating armor, stripping down to her black, utilitarian tank top underneath. She quickly climbed back onto it and rode it until her thighs burns and her back arched and her mind was blank.

“Fucking… stupid… H-Husk!” she growled as she pointed her ass towards it, “Think you can-?!” it slotted into her from behind, Shepard unable to stop the mewl of pleasure that escaped her lips, “Ooooh God!” she snarled, “Stupid, fucking-!”

Her head sank down, accepting the beating and the lovely, lovely way her ass rippled as it smacked into her. Its claw gripped a fistful of her hair and yanked as it punished her, the Commander snarling out a mix of insults and threats and praises until finally she came so hard her body trembled straight off its cock. She collapsed on the cot, spinning around onto her back and spreading her legs for the things. It grabbed her ankles to hold them in place, slipping into her without either of them touching its cock. It stretched open her eager pussy, Shepard’s face twisting, at last, into one of hot, tender surrender.

Heart hammering in her chest, she let herself get held in place and split open by the beast, until all she could process was the things hideous, mechanical cock drooling black oil into her welcoming pussy. Nothing else mattered, just getting stretched and filled and pleasured until she couldn’t even think. Or move.

Or hardly breathe.

Its cock slipped out of her, grinding its shaft along her slick in a way that made her toes curl. Still, the sudden emptiness was so awful she immediately grabbed it and helped to guide it back in. The instant it sank back into her, she sprawled back and let out a low, rapturous groan.

“Jesusss…” she mumbled, her voice a low, husky mess.

This… this demanded further research.

Shepard’s eyes crossed.

She’d need to make sure this particular subject got back to the Normandy safely. She couldn’t just let a discovery like this go-

Her legs locked around it as it beat against a spot so sweet and vulnerable it made her see stars.

-go to… waste…