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Whatever It Takes To Survive Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-11-18 20:00:05 +0000 UTCWhile this chapter lacks the NTR/Cheating it continue the degradation angle, this time with some free use and erotic dancing to liven up the kinkiness.
Oh and you can find the previous chapter here!
With a characteristically serene, and supremely confident, expression Samara sized up the Krogan and Vorcha gathered in a circle around her. The temporary bunker she'd been called to was filled with as many members of the Blood Pack as it could hold. Save the handful left to watch the perimeter or handle similar responsibilities. Every other member was gathered around to watch her fulfill the deal she'd struck with their leader.
Yet while she had no qualms with the terms she'd struck for the safety of her companions Samara remained a Justicar at heart. Her actions may not befit her Code in the strictest sense but she refused to walk blindly into any situation without a plan. Which meant knowing precisely how many potential threats she could face if things turned sour. If the leader she'd bargained with was ousted in favor of one even more violent and bloodthirsty. She mave have approached the leader of the mercenaries with every intention of fulfilling their agreement but behind her inscrutable eyes a dozen contingency plans were forming. Avenues of attack, ways to escape, strategies to reach Liara and Tali after. Even as she came to a stop in the center of the ring formed by all the mercs gathered around to watch her the first of many performances at their leader's behest.
“Shall I begin?” She asked, finally done with her planning and looking directly at the Krogan leader without a hint of fear or shame or anything else they might've expected.
“Yeah...” He replied. His grin widened and a ripple of eager whispered and lewd comments spread through the crowd around Samara. Only for everyone to instantly fall silent when their leader gloatingly added, “You can change into this while you're at it!”
Leaning over to pick up something beside his seat he tossed it to Samara and she caught it out of the air with ease, “Very well.”
Absent any reason to delay Samara merely nodded at him before making a little show of bending over to set down the outfit given to her. She didn't question why they had such a thing nor did she care enough to dwell on the matter. Instead she slowly and seductively arched her back and pushed her tight, round ass out. Lightly swaying her hips as she did Samara leaned forward as luxuriously as possible and held that pose for a moment or two longer than necessary. Long enough for her uniform to slip just a tiny bit more between her plumply toned cheeks. Not quite enough to reveal anything but more than enough to make everyone around her drool.
As she straightened again her fingers seductively trailed up her legs and across her stomach, slowly drifting higher and higher until they were gliding across her breasts. Teasingly cupping and caressing her already half exposed chest yet never quite reaching her bare skin no matter how much her audience might wanted. Not until she'd entirely traced the outline of her curves straining against the tight, glossy material all but painted on to her body. And until most of the Krogans and Vorcha watching were left so eager for more she could all but smell their arousal clouding their air. To say nothing of the rapacious looks and almost feral sounds they made as her fingers trailed down the edges of her suit to finally caress her softly heaving breasts. All the while her hips swayed in time with nonexistent music. At least until the leader activated his Omni-Tool and finally gave Samara something to dance to. Or rather something to undress to as she gradually unzipped her leotard, revealing more and more of her warm blue skin with every passing moment.
All eyes were on her while she slowly spun in place to show off. Like it was second nature she turned to give every last member of the Blood Pack a glimpse of what she was doing. And of the tiniest glimpse of her chubby pussy when she finally stopped opening her leotard. It was only the barest hint of what was coming next but it still drove them all absolutely wild.
For a split second their cheers and growls and even more bawdy comments actually drowned out the music. Only for everyone to fall silent as her hands drifted back up to her chest and her fingers teasingly closed around her suit once more. Everyone seemed to hold their breath while Samara looked at them all, a faint smile finding it's way onto her face without her even realizing it. And it remained spread across her otherwise stoic expression as finally pulled her leotard open and down her shoulders in the same smooth movement. To the raucous delight of every single mercenary watching her soft, azure body dance in the pale, flickering lights.
Her full, bountiful breasts all but burst into view as her shoulders were bared and her suit drifted further and further down her arms. Bouncing and jiggling with every seductive movement they were nothing short of hypnotic, the dark blue nipples cresting each stiffening in the cold air. Many of the aliens watching didn't even notice Samara's arms sliding out of her ensemble. Not until they were entirely bare and she was rolling her leotard further and further down her curvaceous figure. Past her hips and down her thighs before anyone could believe what was happening. So quickly it almost seemed like no time at all had passed. Not that anyone was complaining as they drank in the sight of her plump, hairless sex peeking out from between her thighs as she pressed them together.
The noise in the room was nothing short of deafening as everyone watching stared at her pussy like a pack of feral beasts in mating season. And of course Samara only made it 'worse' as she continued to spin and sway and dance to the music she couldn't even hear, her suit rolling down her legs entirely without her touching it. Instead she let her fingers roam across her freshly revealed body. Caressing and teasing every last inch of herself. From her wide, shapely hips to her full breasts her hands never stopped roaming across her skin in a constant temptation for everyone there. And with her thoughts all but entirely focused on the matter at hand Samara didn't even think about the desires rippling through her body as she touched herself. All the natural, instinctive urges set alight within her while she so skillfully teased her breasts and rubbed her sex and showed off for dozens of eager mercs. Although she did notice a small flicker of arousal when she stepped out of her suit entirely.
Standing naked before them all without the slightest bit of concern Samara paused for a moment to look at the mercenaries around her. To stare them down with an intensity many couldn't match nor hope to bear for long. But just as suddenly as she'd stopped she started again, resuming her dance with an expression far more sultry than before. One she yet again didn't even realize was spread across her face while she looked down at the clothes at her feet.
“Put on your new uniform!” The Krogan leader ordered, his voice cutting through the noise like they were totally alone together, “My pack needs easy access while you help us around the camp...”
Hardly even looking at the mercenary as cheers and increasingly depraved comments rang out Samara took her time bending over and picking up her outfit. But rather than simply snatching it up and slipping into the flimsy little ensemble barely qualifying as underwear she took her time. Really gave everyone around her a show as she bent over and let her legs slide apart little by little. Anyone lucky enough to be behind her as she did caught a glimpse of her plump pussy from a whole new angle. One a thousand times better than what she'd already shown off and one only made infinitely more tantalizing when she started bouncing her hips. Vorcha and Krogan alike were scrambling over each other to get into place as Samara's perfectly sculpted cheeks bounced and jiggled in a hypnotic rhythm perfectly timed to the music. And even more of them scrambled to watch her debase herself as the quiet sound of her perfectly round cheeks clapping together joined the cacophony. A sound that only grew more pronounced as she continued.
Samara didn't know what'd come over her as she showed off for them. She certainly hadn't planned on doing any so over the top perverted so quickly. And it certainly wasn't expected of her either! Yet in spite of that she was still bouncing her hips faster and faster, the meaty smack of her soft cheeks slapping together growing ever more depraved as she did. All while dozens of Vorcha and Krogan were watching and fawning over her. Fawning over every glimpse of her pussy between her legs and every teasing flash of the tight little ring hidden between her cheeks. No part of her should be enjoying such a thing and yet somehow she found herself far more excited than she expected.
Which really meant feeling any excitement at all. The simple fact that she could have such a reaction while doing something so perverted was absurd and it was without a doubt why she persisted as long as she did. Long enough to give everyone in the room a chance to watch her ass bounce and her cheeks clap together in a constant barrage of pure depravity. By the time she finally stopped and collected her outfit, still moving slow and seductively as she straightened, the intentions of everyone around her were abundantly clear. Even more than when she'd first started dancing for them. And of course slipping into her new uniform certainly didn't help matters. Though calling the handful of straps and sparse strips of fabric hugging her skin while revealing everything clothes were meant to cover hardly did it justice. Not that she was about to complain.
“Perfect.” Their leader growled. “We'll let you know if we need your help with anything else.”
“Very well.” Samara replied.
Leaving her old uniform behind she sauntered out of the bunker with her head held high and the same serene expression spread across her face. Even if it was tinged with the faintest hints of excitement born from the knowledge of what was to come next. Officially she was meant to help around the camp wherever she was need. Unofficially...
Dancing as much as doing odd jobs around the camp Samara was constantly called away from her companions over the following days. Outside of seeing Tali when they both retired for the night and occasionally hearing from Liara as she scoured the Prothean structure Samara was almost entirely alone with the Blood Pack mercs. Which meant she was constantly surrounded by leering, perverted stares as they reveled in the sight of her naked body while she aided them in fixing generators, standing guard on the fringes of the camp, or whatever else they wanted of her.
And while she always started out doing whatever they asked of her it never took more than a few minutes before she was asked to dance and show off for whoever might be around. On a few occasions Samara didn't even wait to hear them suggest she 'give them something to enjoy' or 'make things more fun'. Knowing full well what they were after she simply indulged in their depravity almost immediately after arriving. Especially when it was something more mundane like keeping watch. She justified her preemptive reactions with the knowledge that it was inevitable but the truth was far more complicated than that. Even if she never addressed it to herself as she spun about, bent over, rubbed every inch of her body, and did whatever else they might've wanted. Including bouncing her ass and clapping her cheeks just like she'd done in the bunker. Much to the delight of anyone with her and anyone near enough to hear the telltale sound ringing out across the camp.
Hiding what she was doing from Liara and Tali seemed borderline impossible as the days slipped by one after the other and she was brought to every corner of the camp. But somehow she continued to see less and less of them as time wore on. So much so she almost wondered what they could be doing, when she wasn't bending over for crowds of eager Vorcha or dancing atop a table like she belonged in some seedy bar. Samara even noticed the number of Krogans attending her little shows diminishing with every each new day. Before long her audience was made up entirely of Vorcha and even a scattered few Varren who seemed to watch just as eagerly. But while the Varren remained entirely passive the Vorcha didn't. And knew they didn't have to.
Why it took them as long as it did to start groping and fondling and touching her Samara couldn't say but she was glad they'd restrained themselves. Just as she was quietly glad they finally stopped. Though she'd never admit it aloud as their clawed hands roughly pawed at her body while she was doing whatever menial task they'd asked of her. Little by little they were turning her into a slave fit only for doing whatever they didn't feel like. And satisfying their baser urges as she did.
Any time she bent over someone was grabbing her ass and squeezing hard enough to make her stiffen in surprise. And the tiniest bit of pleasure. Every time was forced to lay on her back to fix some broken down machinery they fondled her tits and pulled on her nipples just as roughly. Whenever she inevitably started dancing for them they spanked her ass and slapped her tits and did whatever they wanted as often as they liked. Some even started to stroking their dark red, canine pricks while she was showing off for them. Which naturally escalated even further after a few days of cycle. Though it was hardly a surprise when one of the Vorcha erupted all over her ass as she was wildly bouncing it for a group of five mercs. Samara barely even flinched as the first jet of arousal streaked across her skin and splattered across her plump sex. He even managed to splatter her tightly quivering ring with his first jet of cum. And he certainly wasn't shy about painting the rest of her ass in even more as he continued to stroke his prick and groan in rapturous delight!
Whether that was the last push the others needed to go even further or merely the first instance of what was always inevitable Samara couldn't say. Nor did she really think about it. There was no time to think about anything as cum dripped down her cheeks and oozed across her asshole and pussy. As the thick, cloying scent of it stung her tongue and filled her nostrils with an odor she hadn't smelled in e very, very long time.
And she just kept bouncing her increasingly cum splattered ass for him, gooey strands of jizz stretching between her cheeks as they opened and making every gooey clap that much sloppier. Her face remained entirely neutral while her heartbeat quickened and her cheeks flushed ever so slightly as she looked around. Looked at the Vorcha erupting all over her and the others eagerly waiting for their chance to do the same. Of course not all of them bothered to wait as their companion well and truly emptied his balls all over her thoroughly painted cheeks.
It wasn't even a surprise when one of them approached her while she remained bent over and offering up her ass for every load of cum her companion wanted to give. Not was it the least bit shocking when he grabbed her head and pulled her down even lower. When he shoved his dick into her mouth and started fucking her throat with complete abandon. Samara hadn't expected them to stop at just cumming on her and she'd certainly expected them to start off about as roughly as they could be. Although a part of her was certainly surprised by just how wild he was. How completely he used her mouth like she wasn't anything more than a toy for his dick. A convenient place to park his cock until he was ready to empty his balls down her throat.
So of course she sucked on his bulbous, madly throbbing shaft while he abused her mouth. And sent his tapered tip plunging into the back of her throat over and over and over again. Samara didn't really consider what she was doing or what it might bring about but she could certainly appreciate how much more effective it was. How much louder the Vorcha growled and snarled while she was slobbering all over his cock. Even if that slobber was mostly just his arousal leaking out of her mouth while she gurgled and slurped on his shaft. But never gagged nor choked. She took every last centimeter of his length without difficulty and lavished it with attention as often as she could. Swirling her tongue around his shaft and sucking so hard her cheeks sank inwards Samara played the part of the whore better than many real whores and she never thought twice about what was happening. It was her duty and she would fulfill that duty to the best of her ability.
“Move over! I wanna fuck her now!” One of them snarled, shoving aside the Vorcha who'd drenched her ass in his cum.
Before he could make good on those words another shoved him aside and slammed his prick into Samara's asshole, using his companion's jizz as lubrication to start hammering away, “I'm fucking her now!” He roared.
Unsurprisingly all of them had a chance to fuck her over the course of however long it took to satisfy the entire group. Even the one who'd kicked off the impromptu gangbang joined back in to use her pussy as soon as her ass was pumped full of cum. Though surprisingly most of them were more eager to use her mouth as the entire affair wore. After seeing just how much she was working the cock violating her throat and abusing her face it only made sense. And it certainly made sense when it was time for the first Vorcha enjoying her soft lips to finally erupt inside her. Like it was second nature Samara all but worshiped his cock without every neglecting the other Vorcha enjoying her. Still bouncing her ass and grinding against whoever was fucking her at that moment she lavished the cock in her mouth with attention and didn't relent until he staggered away for his own safety. She gulped down every last load he had to give and completely milked him dy with such incredible ease not a single drop of cum went to waste.
Naturally the others couldn't wait for a chance to enjoy that same pleasure and her cum slathered lips were immediately filled up with more cock before she even had a chance to swallow the last mouthful she'd been giving. Of course Samara didn't bat an eye as she immediately went to work on the new prick she'd been offered. Giving him all the same treatment as the last and utterly draining the one in her ass too she multi tasked better than any whore they'd been with. Even the most expensive ones their boss sometimes hired after really tough jobs! Moving as smoothly and easily as she danced their newest slut drained every last cock given to her and continued her seductive show the entire time. Like she wasn't even being fucked by them despite all the cum glazing her skin and settling in her belly, asshole, and pussy.
Best of all no matter who's cock was slammed into her throat, no matter what dick hammered away at her face, she worshiped all of them the same. She sucked and slobbered and slurped on every single cock given with that same emotionless expression. Sometimes even looking up at them with her crystal blue eyes as she did. But just as often closing those intimidating eyes and focusing entirely on the show she was providing. And the service she was giving all of them. It hardly took her any time at all to drain each of them and every single one had to pull away as soon as they were finished. Otherwise she'd just keep going no matter how sensitive they were!
She only stopped when there were no more cocks to suck and no more cocks to fuck her. After nearly all the Vorcha were finished and some had collapsed onto the ground or into the nearest chair. With cum dripping down her ass and coating the back of her legs, and spit glistening all across her chin and lips, she looked to each of them in turn with an air of expectation. All of the Vorcha instinctively shrank away from her as she did and after a few seconds she nodded.
“I you'll excuse me, I have other responsibilities. Don't hesitate to find me again if you wish to use my services.”
Following that escalation word spread quickly through the camp. Samara wasn't sure if Liara or Tali caught wind of what was happening but she scarcely had time to consider it. Within a few days every single Vorcha around her wanted to fuck her. Insisted on enjoying some part of her body no matter what she might've been doing or where she was. They still ordered her to o menial task and demanded she dance for them but they never spent more than a minute or two watching before someone started using her body for their pleasure. A cock was always buried in her ass or pussy at the first chance and they were practically fighting over the chance to use her mouth. Clearly word of her oral talents had spread to everyone within the camp.
A single Vorcha stopped her on her way to a larger gathering, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her knees without so much as a word. Samara dutifully sank down and opened her mouth before he had even pulled out his cock. And the moment it was presented to her she slurped it up like the good whore she was. Cradling his balls and massaging them with one hand she stroked his remarkably girth length with the other and lurched back and forth faster and faster. As loudly as the Vorcha moaned even his voice was drowned out by the messy gurgles of Samara's attention. And the wet pop of her lips releasing his cock so she could run her tongue along it and absolutely lather every millimeter with her spittle. All before diving back in for more just as passionately as before. Never once stopping or slowing no matter how hard his prick throbbed or how loudly he groaned in abject delight. She just kept working his dick over and over again until it was time to swallow his cum.
And like she'd done with every other Vorcha since the very first to use her mouth Samara swallowed all the cum given to her. Not a single molecule of his jizz went anywhere but inside her stomach and even after he was done pumping her full of his seed she continued to work his length. Like any good prostitute she didn't relent until he all but forced her away. All but begged her to stop as he let out a sound caught somewhere between a groan and a hiss. Of course as soon as he did she straightened and continued on like she hadn't been stopped at all.
Though when she sauntered off towards her actual rendezvous her hips were swaying a bit more than she realized. Certainly more than she would've intended. Walking less like a Justicar on a mission Samara strutted through camp like a whore walking the street. Or a stripper sauntering across the stage towards the pole and her adoring audience.
Samara remained entirely unaware of that little strut and how it made her look even more like a whore as the days wore on. Focused as she was on her duties, on keeping the Blood Pack happy so her companions remained safe, she had little time for anything else. And even less time for self reflection of the sort that would reveal just how deep she was sinking into her role. How could she when her duties took her from one end of the camp to the other and back again all day long? When she was being stopped by every Vorcha to cross her path, many expecting her to worship their cocks when they did and just as many eager to fuck her other holes too? Between the liters upon liters of cum being dumped into her body and all the cocks using her holes Samara was more focused on keeping herself from reacting how any creature would under such constant stimulation.
Partly to avoid showing any weakness and party to ensure she operated at peak efficiency Samara did her best to stifle the ripples of pleasure spreading through her body. She wasn't surprised to feel them as cocks pumped in and out of her ass and pussy or she worshiped even more dicks like it was a cornerstone of her Code. But she still did her best to set them aside even as they continued to build and build and build quite naturally. Helped along by how often the Vorcha around her used her pussy and ass when her mouth was occupied. If she took her time with whatever cock she was slobbering all over the ones fucking the rest of her body even finished inside her too.
Not that she was hoping for such a thing. Or even doing anything to bring it about while she took her time languishing on whatever cock was using her mouth. She certainly wasn't disappointed when whatever Vorcha she was supposed to be worshiping instead started fucking her mouth and using her throat like a toy instead. Such things were unbecoming of a Justicar and far beneath one as experienced as her. Samara was merely doing her duty as often as required.
Like when a Vorcha unceremoniously bent her over a table moments after she'd finished a cum splattered dance for the rest of his companions. Just as she was about to leave to attend another group, jizz trickling down her thighs and completely glazing much of her body. Bouncing on his cock as it split open her already well fucked ass, clapping her cheeks against him as she did, was simply expected of ther. Nothing more. And when another Vorcha approached her mouth she was required to pull him closer and inhale his dick like it was the sole thing keeping her alive. In much the same way every last one of the all but demanded she start bobbing along his length and lathering his shaft in spit as her cheeks sank inwards and the lewd sounds of her efforts filled the room. Joined swiftly by the unceasingly loud smacks of the Vorcha so eagerly using her asshole. It was all part of the same back and forth she'd been indulging for weeks at that point. Nothing more and nothing less. Though the pleasure spreading through her body was growing harder to ignore.
“Oh Goddess.” She thought, spit drooling down her chin as her tongue emerged form her lips to taste and tease the Vorcha's sack. All the while the one behind her emptied yet another gooey deluge of spunk into her guts without hesitation. “How much longer will Shepard be delayed? How much longer must this deal hold?”
Samara couldn't truly say for certain if she wanted him to arrive sooner or was glad he'd been delayed as long as he had. And that alone should've been a cause for concern. Especially as she let out yet another poorly stifled moan. Thankfully her reaction was lost amongst the rest of the cacophony and none of them noticed the cracks in her armor slipping. Although they certainly enjoyed the consequences of her flagging strength as she bounced and grinded against the dick suddenly gliding into her pussy with even greater abandon. And absolutely drooled over the cock in her mouth with the kind of wild passion few women could match and none could fake. Though she managed to keep a detached aloof attitude even so.
Even as the cock she was sucking erupted into her throat and she gulped down every last drop given to her without missing a beat. Only to continue sucking until her companion withdrew and another dick arrived to take his place. One she met with a noisy smack, her lips opening as fast as they could moments after she'd gulped down the last of the spunk still in her mouth.
Yet no matter what Samara might've told herself or how she might've thought about it the truth was entirely undeniable. Deep down she understood that even as she relished in her sluttiness and how completely unending it was. There were always more cocks to suck. More cocks to worship and drain of every last drop of cum. And more to fuck her ass and pussy whenever she was busy lavishing one lucky Vorcha with all her attention. She may have acted like it was simply a duty but as she walked away from her latest encounter, her hips swaying back and forth with a sultry rhythm, she couldn't help but smile. Just to herself. When nobody else was watching and nobody else could see the shiver of arousal course through her body as she thought about how many more days she'd have to 'endure' the deal she'd struck for their safety.
Until she was waylaid by yet more Vorcha, her mouth put to work even faster than the rest of her body as they quickly took their turn. Her smile might've faded and her stoicism might've returned bu how she felt hadn't changed in the slightest. It was only growing stronger and stronger just beneath the surface, beneath the veneer of composure and control she tried to keep up. And there was no telling how long it would last...
