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  "writing": "[b][u][center]The Quarian’s Repurposed Life\nPart 8\nFor anonymous\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nHe’d almost forgotten that he wasn’t allowed his undersuit. Not that allowing or not allowing mattered considering the undersuit was destroyed, but Zal had been hoping on some level that he would be given something to wear. \n\nThat hope proved not only futile, but embarrassingly naïve. The Turian trotted him out of the apartment with nothing but the cock ring and butt plug, both of which were weighing on him as the door shut behind him. He had to clench hard as the latter’s weight started to shift, pulling at his rim and making him all too conscious of the cool metal inside of him rubbing against his prostate…and threatening to pop out with a squelch if he didn’t keep a good grip on it. \n\n“Mmmph…why…why is it so heavy?”\n\n“It’s pure metal,” Kae said, chuckling. “I want that ass trained up properly. There needs to be a powerful grip back there for the cocks that you’re going to be taking. Nobody’s going to pay shit for a hole that doesn’t get them off.”\n\n“Mmmph…you – you got off just fine with it.”\n\n“Heh, but I own you. I’m not paying myself, foot-rag. Now, come on.”\n\nA soft spank got him moving and clenching. He hissed under his breath as he started walking, following a half-step behind the Turian and having to walk a little faster than Kae just to keep up with the taller man. Each step pushed the plug around inside him, nudging it against his prostate, forcing his cock to twitch and throb that little bit more. \n\nNot that the ring was letting him get anywhere near soft, anyway. The bulges in it weren’t active at the moment, but they were there, waiting, warning him that something could happen at any point. He tried not to think too hard about it, but the constriction of the rubbery ring made sure that his cock was pushed forward, half-stiff, ready to throb to life at the slightest stimulation, and – \n\n[i]Mmmph…[/i]\n\nAnd the plug was definitely doing that. He kept biting back little moans as they walked out of the apartment building and onto the streets. It was still just early enough that the crowds he’d seen when they’d arrived were nowhere to be found. Maybe the fight that they’d had with the gangs when they’d first reached the apartment had scared off the assholes, too, because there were no thugs waiting for them, either. \n\nIt didn’t help his humiliation, though. Kae kept them moving at a good clip through the streets, and while that meant that they were never in one space for long, it also meant – \n\nSmack. \n\nSmack. \n\nSmack.\n\nHis cock kept swinging from side to side, showing itself off and getting harder. Zal clenched his jaws to try and keep the whimpers inside, but it was impossible to hide all of them. Every step was a crapshoot of whether he’d step on cool steel, hot plates, or something slimy and dirty and – he tried not to think about how dirty and abused his feet were getting, but the only other choice of things to think about was the ring around his cock or the hard steel in his ass. The former was just a mild distraction but it meant thinking about being naked, and the latter was a constant weight and pressure against his prostate that was trying to get him harder and harder. \n\nAnd succeeding. \n\nThey were barely a handful of minutes away from the apartment before he had a full erection. He huffed and shivered, his cheeks burning as he followed behind Kae. Step, slid, almost thrusting the plug inside as he clenched down again. His cock responded, jumping, the heat of pre-cum running down along the underside before it chilled with the recycled air of the station.\n\n“Nnnngh…It’s…This isn’t…fair…M-Master,” he stuttered out, barely remembering to use the title. “I can’t…I can’t do this. This is too much.”\n\n“Heh, be thankful that I’m not recording the whole walk. The only reason I’m not streaming this right now is because I want to get some new material before I show you off again. So, get used to walking naked; you’re not getting anything but fetish-wear until we’re done with this mission.”\n\nEven fetish-wear would be an upgrade compared to the nothing he had, but he kept his mouth shut. No point in antagonizing the hacker, particularly with all the other things that Kae probably had in mind for future shows. \n\nDown the street, around the corner, and then they were moving through an open square. More people were out now, and Turians, Drell, and even some humans were turning to stare at him. A naked Quarian was rare enough in a sex club; seeing one walking down the street like he was probably felt like a dream to some of them. \n\nHe could feel their eyes running up and down his body, staring at his exposed cock and balls, fixing on his ass and hips, running down to his feet – \n\nBlackened feet, dirty, completely [i]wrong[/i] for any Quarian to let their feet get like that, meant things had gone completely wrong – \n\nZal shook his head, trying to banish that thought. His feet weren’t blackened. They were a little dusty, probably, sure. That was going to happen walking barefoot in a space station where everything got dusty over time, but…but he wasn’t like that. His feet weren’t blackened or anything like that. He’d washed them last night, cleaned them off, and they weren’t going to get that filthy that fast. \n\nStill, he blushed, curling his toes a bit for a few steps as he imagined the darkened undersides getting flashed as the days went on. If Kae never let him wear footwear again, if he was made to keep showing off – \n\n[i]Just shower more. That’s all you have to do. And it won’t go on forever. You’re just doing this until he lets his guard down and you can run away.[/i]\n\nHe wasn’t going to be Foot-rag forever. This…this was just a temporary setback. That was all. Temporary. \n\nIt was impossible not to shiver as he walked through the square, though, particularly as some of the other people were elbowing each other and pointing him out. Unlike the stream-chat, he couldn’t see or hear what they were saying, but he could tell that they were obviously talking about him. Some groped their own crotches, pulling at bulges that hadn’t been there before they saw him, and others were smirking and nodding knowingly at each other. \n\nThey wanted him, and that thought sent shiver after shiver down his spine – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nAnd clench after clench through his ass, pulling and pushing the plug around and nudging it against his prostate again and again. \n\nHuffing under his breath, he lowered his head and followed Kae as fast as he could, just wanting to get out of the public eye. They had to be finding their destination soon. This VarrenTrainer had to be somewhere close by, surely. \n\nThey reached the other end of the square, paused for Kae to check his omni-tool, then turned down another side alley. Zal was just about ready to die of embarrassment and exposure when –\n\n“Here we are.”\n\nHe lifted his head and his jaw dropped. The glowing neon sign overhead read ‘Soas’s Dungeon,’ and his eyes widened further as he saw the other neon bits and pieces all around. Handcuffs, collars, cocks, balls, asses: everything that a sex dungeon would want was on display for all to see. \n\n[i]Oh…stars…[/i]\n\n“Come.”\n\nHe had little choice. He followed the Turian through the front door and swore that his face was going to spontaneously combust from pure humiliation. \n\nAs soon as they stepped through, the low hum and rush of air from the rest of Omega was cut off. The front room reeked of sweat and sex, and the first breath burned his nose from the sheer rush of it. Zal shook his head, huffing and snorting while Kae chuckled and breathed deep. \n\n“Mmmm, love that smell.”\n\n“Mmmph…you – you’ve been here before?”\n\n“Title, foot-rag.”\n\n“…You’ve been here before, Master?”\n\n“Heheh, oh, yes. This is one of my favorite places on Omega. Nita is a good friend of mine, and – ah, speak of the devil.”\n\nZal looked past his captor and blinked. Striding out of the door leading into the ‘dungeon’ was a typically green-skinned Drell, one that was wrapped in black latex and showing off everything. He was barefoot and his head was cocked to the side, looking down at the Quarian with a faintly measuring sort of look. \n\n[i]Oh god…[/i]\n\nHe knew that look. This was someone that was a professional. \n\n“Nita, good to see you. How has it been?” Kae said, stepping forward and offering a hand. \n\nThe Drell didn’t take it. Instead, he kept looking at Zal, never quite looking away. Those measuring eyes drilled into him, looking deeper and deeper, and it took everything that the Quarian had to not try and cover himself or shrink inward. \n\n“Hmm? Oh, you’re interested in him. Yeah, this is the Foot-rag that I had on stream. He needs some training, obviously –”\n\n“Very obviously,” the Drell said. \n\n“Well, I don’t think that it’s that bad.”\n\n“He has no pride.” VarrenTrainer – it had to be him – looked back at the Turian, finally, tilting his head back to meet Kae’s eyes. “You need more than equipment with this one. You need time and patience.”\n\n“Heh, you might be surprised. He’s pretty damn eager the minute that he gets going. He just needs that push.”\n\n“A proper slut needs no push. He will have to learn to be a proper one if you don’t want a brat on your hands all the time.”\n\n“I’m not a brat,” Zal muttered under his breath. \n\n“Exactly what one would say.” ‘Nita’ – it must have been his real name – shook his head. “Are you here for training or equipment today? I can put aside a room if you need it, but it will cost you.”\n\n“Nah, just equipment. But if you got the time to let me test it out –”\n\n“I do.”\n\n“Good. Let’s get a room open and do a quick sampler.”\n\nSampler. \n\nOh. Right. They were here to do more than just humiliate him and show him off for real. They were here for…for things to make his life more humiliating. His cheeks burned hotter as he imagined what kind of things he’d be made to experiment with. \n\nHis cock throbbed, too. \n\n“Alright, let’s get you to one of Nita’s rooms,” Kae said, reaching out and grabbing him by the dick. “And we’ll get you properly tied up in there too. Can’t have you squirming around too much with some of these things.”\n\n#\n\nThe dungeon was a small room, perhaps eight by eight paces, and the walls and ceiling were made of some sort of metal that looked easy to clean. The floor was padded, but had several drains, which made him think that they were often doing something messy in these rooms. \n\n[i]It’s sex. That’s always messy.[/i]\n\nAs soon as Nita confirmed that they were using this room, Kae had used his omni-tool to lock Zal down again. The Quarian squirmed, his arms locked against the metal wall, forced to sit against it with his legs pushed forward. His two-toed feet squirmed, toes curling as he ground his heels against the ground trying to get comfortable. The fact that his anklets were projecting a different magnetic field meant that they were forced apart, keeping him from being able to cross his legs and hide his cock and balls and…well, everything. \n\nEvery time that he shifted his weight, he felt the plug shift, too, grinding up against his prostate and making his cock jump again. He hissed every time that it hit him just right in there, trying not to think too hard about how hard he was. \n\n[i]Very. The answer’s very.[/i]\n\nAs Kae and Nita talked in the hallway about what toys to get, too quiet for him to hear, he was left to his own devices. Zal forced himself to keep breathing evenly, shaking his head when he felt the shivers of fear trying to creep up his spine. \n\n[i]Nita’s clearly running a business. He’s professional about this. That means that he’s not going to do something stupid just because Kae is famous or anything like that. He was…he was focused in the chat, too. He’s not going to do something I can’t take…[/i]\n\nAt least, that was what he was really, really hoping. People could always surprise him, but he really didn’t need another of those right now. He curled his toes again, somehow feeling all the wrinkles popping up on his soles as he did. That was so weird; his feet had never been quite so sensitive before. Oversensitive, yes, to the point where he couldn’t bear certain kinds of touch, but never quite…like that. \n\nAs he tried to get comfortable and believe that this wouldn’t be as bad as the past sessions with Kae (and were those so bad, really), he realized that the talking outside the cell had stopped. They must have come to some sort of agreement. He sat up a little straighter against the wall, his arms pulled out to the side and bent at the elbows to point upward. What were they going to – \n\n“Here we are, something to keep around as punishment…and pleasure,” Kae said as he walked in, carrying a pair of metal cubes. \n\n“What – what are those, Master?” Zal asked, remembering the title at the last second. \n\n“Heaters. Specifically, a very advanced kind of space heater, with all kinds of fun controls.”\n\n“I…I don’t understand.”\n\n“Well, let’s just say that your feet will understand soon enough.”\n\nThe Quarian’s eyes went about as wide as they could get as the Turian set the little cubes up a scant six inches away from his soles. No sooner did he try and move them than Nita and Kae grabbed hold and kept them pinned in place. \n\n“Oh stars, no. Please, please, I don’t – I don’t think I can take that. I’ll – I’ll scream, I swear.”\n\n“You can take it,” Nita said, his voice quiet but firm. “I have studied all life forms, and I know where their breaking points are. I believe that you can take up to half-power with this already. And you can be trained to take the full amount.”\n\n“Y-you don’t understand, I –”\n\n“Enough talking,” Kae said. “Let’s get to testing.”\n\nBeep. \n\nWith a single tap of the omni-tool, the heaters came to life and started breathing their fiery air right at his feet. Zal hissed, arching his back against the metal wall behind him, trying and failing to move his legs to get them out of the way. His toes curled in a vain attempt to shield his soles, but – \n\n“Ah!”\n\nBut the heat was so close that he nearly singed the tips of his toes in the process. He whimpered, trying and failing to squirm away from the heat sources as the hot air wormed between his toes and over his feet. \n\n“H-hot…so…so hooooot!”\n\nHis sensitive feet could barely take it. It was like he was being held to the fires, literally, his feet pushed closer and closer to the heated flames. He could feel the little droplets of sweat starting to rise from his soles, the tickling feeling as the clear fluid ran down his feet to his heels before puddling on the ground. The soft whir and whoosh of the hot air running between his toes, along the sides of his feet, and up and over the soles themselves was so intense, and he could barely breathe through the ‘attack’ of the hot air. \n\nHe wanted to kick out, wanted to pull his legs back, but the weight on his ankles kept him from doing anything. Kae and Nita were keeping him pinned, helpless as his feet heated up under the hot assault. The hot air felt like it was sinking into his feet, torturing them, milking them of sweat. He whimpered, clenching his eyes shut. It almost felt like his feet were turning red from the heat and – \n\n“Hehehe, looks like it’s not a complete punishment for this slut,” Kae said. “Look; he’s dripping up there, too.”\n\n“Some people do when it comes to foot pain,” Nita said. “It’s a surprisingly powerful kink.”\n\nHe barely heard them, but he could just barely feel how his erection was dribbling again. Oozing, twitching, dripping just like his feet were. He shook his head, trying to deny it – \n\n“AH!”\n\nAnd then his twitching feet moved too close. His toe touched the hot mesh that heated the air from the cubes, giving it a tiny little burn. He straightened his foot up, pointing his toes toward the ceiling, but that only allowed the hot air to lick and kiss and caress his sole more completely. \n\n“Please! PLEASE! Mercy!”\n\nBut there was none. For five more minutes, his feet were treated to the hot air blowing over them, puffing and rushing past his toes, over his heel, along his soles. He swore that the heat was pulling every droplet of sweat he had out of his flesh, making them shine with the oils, until – \n\nClink. \n\nThen the hot boxes stopped. He sagged against the wall, his feet feeling like two suns on the ends of his legs as the heat lingered. A quiet whimper escaped his lips as he sagged against the wall. \n\n“He took it well,” Nita said, nodding as he let go of Zal’s leg. “Screaming, but not too much squirming. And plenty of pleasure somewhere.”\n\n“Heh, told you that he could take it.”\n\n“You were correct, but he still needs training.”\n\n“Well, let’s move on to the next bit.”\n\n[i]Stars, what next?[/i]\n\n#\n\n“Ah…ah…ah…”\n\nZal gasped for breath as he was kept pinned to the wall, arms and legs stretched out to the side as a piston thrust up from under him. A toy – not quite as thick or as long as Kae, but longer and thicker than his own cock – pounded upward, sliding past his pucker and filling him enough to make a bulge in his gut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nThe constant thrusting had him gasping for breath, feeling like the air was getting pummeled out of his lungs with every punch inward. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as his mouth hung open, wheezing air rushing over his tongue and teeth every time that the fucking machine pumped the dildo up and into him. \n\nFaster, harder. The humming sound of the machine was faint, quieter than the hot-boxes, but it was still more than enough to leave him whimpering and shivering. Each thrust made his cock bounce up, slapping against his belly, and his balls swayed forward, back, forward, back. He was a fuck-toy like this, and – \n\n“Faster, I think,” Nita said. \n\n“Heh, you think he can take it?”\n\n“We’re currently on two thrusts per second. I believe that he can take three.”\n\n“Heh, go for it.”\n\nIt was fifty percent faster. That was as much as he could think before the machine was turned up and he got to [i]feel[/i] what fifty percent faster actually meant. \n\nIf it weren’t for the bindings pinning his wrists and ankles to the wall, he genuinely thought he would have been lifted off his feet. The ankles pulled at his legs, dragging him back down, keeping his body from rising up with the dildo. In, out, in, out, faster-faster-faster until he could barely breathe. His asshole was getting pummeled and his prostate felt like it was getting obliterated from how hard the machine was fucking him. \n\nThrust. \n\nThrust. \n\nThrust. \n\nHis eyes were completely rolled back in his head when he came. He barely felt the sudden spurts shooting from his cock and barely felt the scream of pleasure rising from his throat. All that mattered was the constant barrage of thrusts up his ass, slamming so far inside of him that he didn’t know how it could actually fit without hurting him. \n\n“Heh, looks like he can take it pretty well,” Kae said, shaking his head. “Looks like he’s got a nice, sensitive prostate, too.”\n\n“That can be made more sensitive.”\n\n“Mmm, we’ll talk about that later. Next.”\n\n#\n\n“AH!”\n\nHe screamed as another dollop of wax landed between his toes. The candle was close enough that the fire on the end kissed his toes, leaving the tiniest of little heat marks on his skin. There were reddened bits that had nothing to do with wax. No burns, not really, but little singes that were more than enough on their own. \n\nHe huffed, shivering, whimpering, gasping as the wax rolled between his toes before settling in an angry little ball right at the bottom of the valley between them. It was cooling, slowly, but holy shit, it was getting to be an extreme sensation. His breath wheezed past clenched teeth – \n\n“AH!”\n\nOnly for another scream to be ripped from him as a bit of wax landed on his thighs. So close, so painfully close to his balls this time, and he whimpered as he imagined what would have happened if they’d landed there. \n\n“Hmm, more sensitive than the average Quarian,” Nita said. “You’ll need to start with gentler candles.”\n\n“Hmmph. He can take it.”\n\n“He may be able to take it, but you want his mind to stay intact. If he breaks, then you will have to do far more caretaking than you want to.”\n\n“…Point. Still…Seems a shame to go small.”\n\n“Better small that may become big than to start big and shatter him forever.”\n\n“Nnngh…nnngh…”\n\nZal was on his last legs. What the hell else could they throw at him?\n\n#\n\n“Mmmph…ah…”\n\n“I can see why you call him Foot-rag, now,” Nita said, leaning his head on his fist. “He is much more relaxed now.”\n\n“Heh, yeah, he is. Go on. Enjoy it.”\n\nZal shivered as the Drell’s dark green soles rubbed against his face. Soft, almost plush, they were surprisingly clean for having been barefoot in the first place. Sweaty, yes, but not dirty at all. Aside from the faint slightly metallic-sour smell that they had, they were…very clean indeed. \n\nAnd as they rubbed against his face, the usual effects of Drell skin and oil started to affect him. He felt like he was high, like he was floating away, even more than usual when he was underfoot. He moaned, huffing, shivering as they ground against his cheeks, the soles pressing against his jaw and cheekbones, toes rubbing anywhere from his temples to the top of his head as Nita’s feet slid along his face. \n\nAnd as for the rest of his body…\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nHis fingers twitched against the latex vac-cube that held him pinned. He couldn’t move; his body was completely encased from the neck down and there was a heat source somewhere under it. Not so fierce and potent as the heat-boxes that they’d used on his feet, but powerful enough to keep him sweating inside the latex. He could feel the wet mess pressed against his skin, squelching every time that he managed so much as a wriggle inside of the latex bindings. It was…\n\nIt was such a nasty, [i]nasty[/i] feeling…but it went right to his cock, throbbing through the vac-cube layers. \n\n“Heh, he’s getting way into this one. How’s he feeling underfoot?”\n\n“He is…excited, for certain,” Nita said. “And he wants to do more than I’m letting him.”\n\n“Why not let him loose?”\n\n“Because I want to see how much restraint he has.”\n\nThe answer, frankly, was none. With the drugged sweat of the Drell’s feet and his own foot fetish working against him – combined with the overstimulation of the whole session so far and the [i]incredibly[/i] intense feeling of being milked of his cum as hard as he had been – he didn’t have any way of holding back. His tongue was out, dragging along the bottom of Nita’s soles, tasting them, working toward the toes only for the Drell to pull his feet back and deny him that treat. \n\nHe moaned. He whimpered. He sounded as pathetic as he ever had, but there was nothing that he could do to stop himself. Just like with Kae, his thoughts were gone, and this time, the only thing remaining was the desperate urge to get off, to enjoy himself, to get the kinky treats that some part of him wanted deep down inside. \n\nLick. \n\nSuck. \n\nSavor. \n\nThe toes came close to his mouth again, and this time he moaned and opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue. Nita looked down at him between his toes, head cocked back. \n\n“Hmm, do you deserve this, foot-rag?”\n\n“N-no.”\n\n“Are you going to be better, to earn it?”\n\n“Y-yes, sir.”\n\n“And who are you going to serve?”\n\n“M-Master Kae.”\n\n“Good.”\n\nOne toe. He was allowed one toe. It pressed against his tongue, pinning it in place, and dragged down his extended tongue until it slid off. \n\nHe wasn’t sure that he had ever cum harder in his life. \n\n#\n\nZal was more out of it than he wanted to admit as Kae slid the butt plug back up his ass and put the cock ring back on him. The Quarian slumped forward against the front desk of Nita’s dungeon, shivering from head to toe. His cock no longer got hard and his balls felt drained as could be, but that didn’t stop him from shivering as the heavy metal plug rubbed against his prostate [i]again.[/i]\n\n“So, the hot-boxes, the vac-cube, and the fucking machine should be delivered tomorrow, yeah?” Kae asked. \n\n“I will put them on priority shipping. So long as you pay in full today.”\n\n“No problem.”\n\n“…I am surprised. You have the cash?”\n\n“Yep. This little slut earned me everything I needed last night. Should be earning me plenty more before the week’s out.”\n\nThe soft beep of credits being traded sealed his fate, along with the promise of all those ‘toys’ being used on him at a later date. The only thing that wasn’t coming along was the wax, and he had a feeling that only got left behind because Kae wanted to go with something more intense than Nita was letting him use. \n\n“Come.”\n\nHe fell in step behind the Turian as they left the dungeon. Too floaty to care what people saw or how many of them there were, Zal slipped into his own head once more. It was easier to stay there than to think about the reality that had befallen him. \n\nSlut. \n\nToy. \n\nWhore. \n\nWas he really becoming all those things? That was how Nita had treated him, as Kae’s whore, and he had already made the Turian thousands of credits in a one-night show. It…it didn’t seem real. Nor had the session that he had just gone through. He’d been pushed harder than any other lover had ever dared do, and yet…\n\nYet, he was still feeling…good. Shivery, a bit busted-up, but – \n\n“AH!”\n\nHe stepped on a sharper bit of metal, the pain-sensitivity hitting him like a truck. He almost fell flat on his face and had to grab his ‘partner’ to keep from tumbling over. \n\n“Heh, too much?”\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Come on. We’re going back to the apartment. You can shower up again then, if you really want to, and sleep.”\n\n“Mmmph…shower…”\n\nHe was going to shower. No matter how weirdly appealing it felt to be all slippery and soaked and slimed up, he was going to shower and stay clean. It wasn’t…This whole thing wasn’t going to linger like that. He could shower it off and move on, let it stay in the past and not become part of him. \n\nHe could. \n\nHe would. \n\nZal leaned on the Turian and let himself be led through the public square. The fact that he had a hand on his ass, squeezing him and pulling him closer, made him feel a little safer. Oh, it was embarrassing, even making him feel like some prostitute that had been claimed for a night’s pleasure, but at least it meant that there was someone stronger, taller, and more intimidating keeping an eye out for him. \n\nIn a place like Omega, that meant everything. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Zal is put through the wringer at a dungeon, and finds out that there’s a lot more that can happen to him than just sucking cock and kissing feet. \n\nTags: M/M, M/M/M, Turian, Drell, Quarian, Nudity, Exhibitionism, Vac-Cube, Latex, Machine, Fucking Machine, Mass Effect, Size Difference, Foot Fetish, Foot Torture, Wax Play, Orgasm, Cum, Humiliation, Embarrassment, Dom/Sub, Breaking Down, Series, Foot Worship, \n"
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