Chapter 3 - Clarity

"Perhaps it will please you to know, Miss Montoya…" The older Asari woman licked her lips, eyeing up the offering before her. "That the rest of your resistance fell without fatality. All of those precious human lives spared with little more than scuffed knees. Isn't that marvellous? Aren't you luck to have fallen under the heel of such a benevolent race?"

Macy Montoya, former commander of the Alliance army, former leader of the rebellion against the Asari...wasn't able to reply. Her mouth had been stuffed with a probing gag attached to a dildo that went deep down her throat, keeping her in a constant state of stretched readiness in case a superior Asari woman wanted to claim her mouth. Her lower half was kept in a similar state of readiness in one of the Asari's luxury fucking hatches; a tall bulwark which held her legs high and spread and her hands behind her back, sitting her atop a rotating platform that could raise and lower and shift within the wall itself. She'd never have to step foot on solid ground ever again; her home was the bulwark that would keep her trapped, present her holes when needed, and even connect her to the proper medical readings when she was finally seeded. A top of the line model for a human that was far from deserving of it; but that was the luxury granted to Spectre Yenezza. She had led the Asari strike force that had taken down every rebel cell in the galaxy in one simultaneous stroke - and as such, she had found herself elevated to a position deserving of a few...perks.

"Speechless, hmm?" Yenezza chuckled softly as she padded across her room; a lavish quarters that was easily the rival of any of Earth's top generals. It was clear by the opulence just how important Yenezza was to her superiors, her bar was stocked with the most expensive imported drinks, she enjoyed clothes and linens of the finest make, and the entire east wall of her room was lind with similar fuckslave bulwarks like Montoya's own. The Asari government spoiled her, because no one could deny that she deserved it. Yenezza picked up a pair of wine glasses set atop her bar, drifting right back to where her favorite fuckpet was waiting within her mobile wall. She approached Montoya's prison as if she were an old lover; a sway to her hips and a smile on her face, and her elegant Asari body draped in a shimmering red evening dress. Half of the pair was living in a romance holovid, and the other half was trapped in an endless nightmare of rape and violation. Yenezza stepped up before Montoya's prison and held up the glasses with a smile, cooing in a voice that was mocking underneath a veiled of faux-sweetness. "I knew you'd be impressed. I couldn't have done it without you, Macy. You collecting all those humans together in easy to claim groups...why, if it wasn't for you it would've taken us years to root out every last rebel. Your assistance was deeply, deeply appreciated."

As Montoya listened, the tears rolling down her eyes told Yenezza enough about how she felt of things. Crying had been the human's only real recourse these days; the only way she could possibly expression herself. The dildo gag hadn't been pulled from her throat in nearly a week, with all her nutrients being delivered intravenously within her bulwark. She couldn't talk. Couldn't scream. Could only cry in silent, somber, helpless horror.

"I apologize for not being with you for the first few days moving in." Yenezza continued with a smile, quirking her brow and continuing to balance the wine glasses in her hands. "But...you know how it is for a national hero. The high matriarch threw a parade in my honor. They made me the first ever Double Spectre. They're even building a statue of me in the main breeding hall." She paused, and let an obscenely cruel smile spread across her face. "Don't worry - I made sure they included you in the statue. On your knees and worshipping my cock, like you love to do so much."

With a gentle hum Yenezza lowered a hand and pressed a finger to one of the bulwark's buttons, and on activation a mechanical limb drew forth and claimed the dildo gag stuck in Macy's mouth. With a smooth pull it yanked the thing free from her lips and out of her throat, releasing the gag for the first time in days. Immediately Montoya started to cough violently as her raven hair framed her face, her lips dripping with dense spit just as tears danced from her cheeks. Though her arms were bound behind her back somewhere in the machine, Yenezza still offered her the wine glass as if she could pluck it from her hands.

"A toast. To the future mother of my children, to the woman that helped me bring an end to mankind's sovereignty." Each word cut Montoya deeper and deeper, adding more violence to her coughing and sobbing. "To the future of the Asari Empire...and to the centuries ahead of us in which humans serve their proper place as our willing little slaves." She paused, her blue lips pursing thoughtfully. "...am I forgetting something, darling?"

It took Macy Montoya a few seconds before she could respond. The coughing continued for some time and even when she could finally speak, her throat ached from the strain and her eyes were weak from tears. In the past few days she had barely slept, was constantly toyed with, and had been subjected to the horrors of the Asari sexual empire. And yet, when given the chance to say something, she didn't have any spiteful words. She didn't tell Yenezza she hated her. She didn't tell the Asari she wanted her to die. She didn't even claim that somehow, humanity would escape their clutches. Instead...she had only a simple, desperate request.

"...please…" She begged, as weak-willed and worthless as any human fuckpet. "...please...no...Clarity…"

It was a request that Spectre Yenezza took profound delight in hearing, yet one she had no intention to give. In response the simple beg the Asari woman let one of her hands drift forward into Montoya's hair; threading her fingers casually through those dark locks and tousling them in an almost affectionate manner. She even dipped one of the wine glasses towards the human's lips to let her drink; though it only drooled from her gaping, sobbing maw with just the hint of flavor against her tongue. Once she had properly debased her pet Yenezza tossed the spare wine glass to the side and gleefully let it shatter to the floor, and she sipped at her own before speaking in a cultured and refined voice - albeit one that possessed a great capacity for cruelty.

"Clarity is your punishment, silly girl." The Spectre cooed, just as she stepped to face her pet within her bulwark. The Asari's dress was already tenting at the lap, a bulge growing by the second that spoke of what was next to come. She allowed her fingers to glide past the soaked slit of the human slut; teasing a pussy that was kept perpetually damp and ready for the claiming at the behest of her owner. The sophisticated Asari technology made the domination of Montoya's body complete and absolute, and it was the Clarity collar braced around her throat that served as the most wicked of them all. A technological marvel that worked to block the natural Asari ability to fuck others into loving them; where other human bitches became little more than hungry cattle eager for dick, those wearing a collar were left with full awareness of everything around them. A normal human became a desperately happy pig to be fucked, bred, and put on the shelf when not in use. She could live a happy life in that fashion; living from orgasm to orgasm with no free will of her own or even the faintest desire of it. It was; in the opinion of the Asari, as good a life as the humans deserved.

But those that had been cursed with Clarity...well...they suffered a very different experience.

"Tell me, slut." Yenezza murmured with a teasing smile, just after downing her own wine glass and similarly shattering it to the floor. She swept aside the front of her beautiful dress and unveiled her throbbing blue cock; letting it flop forward and slap against the tender, wet meat of Macy's pussy. She rolled her hips from side to side and merely let her length grind atop the human's pussy, collecting her nectar and giving the human a vague idea of just how deep she'd be fucking her when all was said and done. "My soldiers were under strict orders to not claim your pussy. I didn't want to risk them getting you pregnant. But...did they enjoy your other holes? That cocky little mouth, and your worthless, tiny ass?"

The response she received from Macy was simply fatigued sobbing. Her head hung low, tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, and she half-heartedly murmured a few words about Clarity. More begging to have it released - begging to live like the rest of the human cattle. Being a mindwashed fuckslave to the Asari homeworld was a far greater fate than staying resilient, but as long as she wore the Clarity collar she would retain full insight on everything done to her. Every cock that claimed her ass. Every dick that pumped cum straight down her narrow human gullet. Every human she saw being used in the same fashion. Every memory. Every scream. Every regret born in the knowledge that the fall of humanity would not have been possible without her failure.

"...no...Clarity...I beg you…" Once more Montoya's plea fell on deaf ears, and even worse, came with the slow penetration of her pussy. Yenezza's cock started to push inside slowly at first, making damn sure that the human could feel and experience every inch of her prick as those soaked, tender folds were spread. The mere head of the Asari's cock was more than most humans could bear to crest their nethers around, and for Montoya that moment was drug into what felt like a horrible eternity. If only the Clarity collar was off she would've been delighting in that moment, joyous that her owner was finally going to fuck her again after so many days apart...but unfortunately, such was not her fate. Macy Montoya had killed too many Asari, and had delayed the hunt for human wombs by far too long.

Clarity was her punishment...and within it, she would be denied the reward of joyous human subservience to the superior species. Not that it was particularly cheap to punish her in such a fashion, of course.

"You have no idea what you cost to make you a worthwhile pet." Yenezza practically growled; her semblance of cruel kindness falling to let the latter part drop. She squeezed another two inches inside of her human slut, with many, many more yet still to shove forward. "The resources that had to be expended. Your cunt was hardly up to the quality standards that I demand, do you think restorative medi-gel falls from the sky?!" She scoffed, and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. "You humans are so short-lived, it's fucking astonishing to me that your pussies don't stay in mint condition longer."

Thanks to Clarity, Montoya knew exactly what she was talking about. It had been a...long procedure, one during which she had been forced to have several intense orgasms against her will. A team of Asari medics had taken their time in applying a specialized gel to her nethers; restoring her thirty-year old pussy to its eighteen year old glory. A fresh hole to fuck - and apparently, something that cost Yenezza a little extra. Not that it mattered; what was a few more credits to the hero of the Asari? Once the medical team had applied the gel they made sure to help themselves to Montoya's mouth and ass, but her cunt had remained unblemished...brand new. Mint. And now, stuck with a cock for what felt like the first time all over again.

"You should thank me, whore." Yenezza whispered and pushed another three inches inside, smirking as her cock was gripped with an impossibly tight, warm hold. She'd be making her slut's belly bulge with cock by the end of this evening, but the framework of Macy's bulwark would keep most of that hidden. As far as Yenezza was concerned, the human was little more than a head ass, and pussy hanging from a wall with a couple of hands and feet to watch dangle and twitch as she was fucked. A puppet with warm, wet holes ripe for the claiming. As Yenezza plunged herself down very nearly to the hilt she watched Montoya squirm and wince, her teeth clenching as she tried her best to restrain her discomfort. If only she had been a good human breeding bitch, she could've been having the time of her life. Instead, she was left trembling with fear and worry when Yenezza finally spoke again. "In the morning, I'm going to take you to see your mother again. Won't that be fun? A family reunion for a pair of worthless fuckpigs."

"W-What?!" Macy blinked; her red, weak eyes opening wide as she gazed at the Asari. Fear and horror ran through her like lightning, and for a brief moment she forgot about the discomfort of being stretched around an impossibly big cock. "N-No, please! You...you can't...I can't see...no...don't you have any mercy?!"

"I have plenty of mercy." To contradict that simple phrase Yenezza finally hilted herself; crashing her hips to Montoya's own and making the human yelp from the strain. She let herself rest there gripped on all sides by a human's repurposed pussy - a pussy that she would be breeding that very night. With a smile of abject cruelty lining her face Yenezza leaned in close once more, and whispered in heated delight to the human's face. "My mercy is keeping a Clarity collar off your mother...so long as you thank me for what I've done."

Any further resistance that Montoya might have offered died in her throat upon Yenezza's words. They rang of a cruelty that she could only barely comprehend, yet one that the Asari had been priming her for this entire time. She knew instantly that the Spectre meant what she said - she perceived keeping Clarity from her mother as a mercy, and certainly it was within her capability and ruthlessness to strip that mercy away. The idea of her mother suffering the same horrible fate was enough for Macy to instantly fall in line; to let her head hang and her eyes water, to let her heart break just a little bit more.

"...I see we understand one another." Yenezza beamed, and slowly started to pull her hips back, dragging her shaft from the human's well-filled fuckhole for the glorious intent of taking her harder on the return strike. As if her domination wasn't complete Yenezza leaned in close enough for Macy to feel her breath against her cheek, and to let a horrible whisper send shivers through her bound body. It was a wicked and horribly menacing voice that she spoke in, and it was a lesson that would be easier for Montoya to learn now rather than the hard way. "Your life...can always get worse, Macy Montoya."

With that, she began to truly fuck her bulwarked bitch. Her blue hips rolled back and forth with authority and power, and each thrust filled the human's body to the point of bulging. Macy could feel her stomach stretch around that enormous cock on every push, feel her nethers scream as they were stretched about an enormous member, and shudder as her heart ached from the torment of her situation. It was even worse than when the Asari medics had claimed her ass and mouth without tiring for what felt like hours - her newly revitalized pussy was only barely able to handle Yenezza's length. Every push forward made her writhe within her bindings, and she looked across the room to the line of other humans kept in similar prisons as her own. Some of them had their heads sticking out of the wall and they gazed at her with jealousy - the same way she looked at them.

They yearned to be in her position, to be getting fucked the same way she was by the powerful and esteemed Yenezza. They were ravenous, hungry, soaked to the core at the prospect of taking their mistress' cock...and if they had any emotions beyond lust and slavish desire, they steered anger and resentment to Montoya for occupying the mistress' times. As they watched Macy's head bob up and down and that throbbing blue length crash deep within her pussy, they only desired to take her place...and Montoya, with every ounce of her being, wished that she had the same mental conditioning as they did.

She had only just been captured recently, and already this was a nightmare that seemed to have no end. It was already a living hell for the human because of that horrible collar around her throat; a collar that would have ironically meant so much to the resistance if they had discovered the technology on their own. Now it baned her, ruined her already tormented existence, and made her weep all the harder as Yenezza thrust that enormous member in and out of her soaked slit. There was a time when Montoya would have given anything to stop the Asari from conquering humanity and turning its women into their breeding thralls, but now…? Now, her only wish was to be a brainwashed fuckslave because at least it would spare her the agony of reality.

She had reached a point where an illusion of pleasure was preferable to even a small breath of her nightmarish existence.

Macy merely continued to sob as Yenezza fucked her; stretching the tight human pussy and making her belly bulge with every press of that mighty cock. The Asari remained quiet as she enjoyed her pet bitch in that instance; focusing instead on watching the pained looks on her face and drinking them all in with glorious delight. From time to time she would bring a hand up to slap the human firmly across the cheeks, or spit squarely into her face and watch it slide across her flesh. It was all mere flavor on an already miserable woman - there was no way that Macy could look any more despondent and heartbroken than she already was.

At least...not until Yenezza spoke of her next reality.

"Get ready to be bred, you worthless cunt." Yenezza hissed, licking her lips and thrusting a bit faster. Her cock was throbbing, pulsing, her balls swinging back and forth and ready to unload. As her pace quickened the sloppy noise of wet contact filled the room beyond them, and she began pushing forward into Montoya even deeper, harder, and more ruthlessly. It made her ache, and thanks to the special medi-gel, it was an ache that would always remain and stay fresh. Yenezza drank in the woman's discomfort and sorrow and it made her all the more excited; excited enough so that when she crashed forward with her hips and plunged her cock into Montoya's depths that the torrent she thus unleashed was intense. Far more intense than a less-than-prime whore like Montoya deserved, far more intense than she gave to bitches that were ten times the fuck Macy was.

"Hnnn…" Yenezza shuddered; clenching her teeth and squinting as her member started to unload. It was the only time Montoya had ever seen anything resembling a moment of weakness on the Asari's face, and it was only fitting that she only experienced it in the midst of a throbbing, spasming orgasm. The big blue cock stretching Macy's belly flopped against her walls, the thing twitching and dancing like an unchecked fire hose within her. Torrents of sticky white cum began to erupt from the tip, splashing to Montoya's womb and utterly flooding her nethers. As the human let out a desperate sob her pussy dripped in thick ropes of cum seeping around the edge of Yenezza's cock, slimy, wet lines of Asari nectar that smacked to the floor below. She could always unleash one of her other bitches if she wanted someone to clean it up later. Yenezza continued to stand sentinel and still as she unloaded within her rival, her teeth clenched in a sign of strain until slowly the lips surrounding them began to twist into a smile. A smile of abject cruelty and hostility, one that was perfectly in place on the dominant Asari's face. When she finally started to come down from her climax she levelled her gaze on Montoya's face, at the red lines around her eyes and the tears streaming her cheeks. With deliberate dominance Yenezza took Montoya's chin within her fingers, and cooed to her in a mocking tone.

"Don't cry." She whispered, with a venom that promised a sudden stab in her already fragile heart. "I know you're worried that your worthless husk of a body won't properly hold my seed long enough to get pregnant. But...I'm an understanding woman, as you no doubt know. I promise…" She leaned in anew, her voice just as heartless as before. "...I'll fuck you all night, and by morning you'll finally be ready to contribute to Asari society."

"...p...please...please...n-no…"

"No what?" Yenezza's twisted, cruel smile spoke. "Don't fuck you? Don't breed you? Don't happily put your pitiful race in its place?" Montoya's sobbing answer was predictable - she had accepted her fate, and now, she only wished to control the suffering within it.

"...no...Clarity…"

Spectre Yenezza merely howled with laughter, and stirred the cum-filled pussy of her bitch with her massive cock. Macy Montoya could beg for the removal of the Clarity collar all she wanted; and in fact, Yenezza rather liked to hear her plead for it. But in reality...it would never come off. At least not within the human's lifetime.

She had dared to stand against Thessia, to stand against the Asari, to stand against the future owners of the galaxy. And she would be punished by leading a long, healthy life...knowing every second of every day the price her foul actions had cost.

***

Nine months later.

Montoya had decided by the time she was eighteen that she didn't want children. She was a military woman, after all, and being a mother hardly suited that lifestyle. She had been comfortable with the decision and was happy to never know what it felt like to be pregnant; to be burdened with the weight of another living thing inside of her. It was a fantasy she had only been permitted to enjoy up until her capture by the Asari. And certainly...she had never imagined getting pregnant and having a child under such horrible, horrible circumstances.

Such was the way of things for her now. For nine long months she fostered an Asari child within her; the product of Yenezza's breeding. It had most certainly been that night Yenezza wore the silky red evening dress, but even if it hadn't almost every night since then had been just as horrible, if not worse. Yenezza delighted in fucking her pet on a nightly basis all the while claiming she was far inferior to other bitches, and it was clear the Spectre's pleasure was driven mostly by the fact that Montoya was a...special case.

She had indeed been bred, and once it was clear that she was carrying Yenezza's child Montoya's life had somehow managed to get even worse. With the knowledge that she had been properly seeded by the one that had claimed sole ownership of her womb, Montoya had officially become a woman that was available for the pleasure of Yenezza's favorite soldiers. Her finest warriors, from lowly foot soldiers to biotic goddesses, were all permitted to spend some time at the restraining bulwark that held Montoya's increasingly large and bloated form. As each month passed her belly became bigger and bigger, and even though she wasn't permitted the ability to move she simply felt heavier as the Asari offspring grew.

A pregnant and trapped human bitch - fucked at the casual delight of a squad of Asari. There were days that she had suffered under a dozen of their cocks before the middle of the day, and there were nights where she wasn't permitted sleep - kept awake until the early morning by cocks shoved in her throat, ass, or pussy. They boasted about how their own respective bitches were tighter and more fun, how they screamed in pleasure instead of sobbing uncontrollably, and they delighted in opening Montoya's prison just enough to cum all over her pregnant belly and close it back up again.

It continued well into her pregnancy. Five months, six, seven...and still it continued. In the past human women might have felt cravings while they were pregnant, and that was still true for most of human women still left in the galaxy. They craved Asari cock...but it was nothing different from what they desired when they weren't bred. For Montoya; however, she only craved the delusion that they enjoyed. The end to her Clarity, the cessation of her nightmare. All she received was blue Asari dick. Slapping her face, spit roasting her pregnant body, and serving as a constant reminder that humanity's sovereigness had come to a sticky, soaked end.

Yenezza had been there for the birth. To stand and watch as her prized pet squeezed out an Asari child, to stroke her hair as if she were a benevolent mother that wanted the best for her family. Her sweet smile was betrayed by her harsh words; however, such as when in the midst of the birth Yenezza swore to Montoya that one day, she would lead their adult daughter to her human host's bulwark...and not let her know who the moaning whore stuck in the wall was.

The birth had been one of the most heartbreaking moments of Montoya's life...and thus far, the evening after it hadn't been any better. After some quick application of their miracle medi-gel her body had completely recovered; as fit and as tight as she had ever been. And now, to celebrate the birth of her first child with her owner, Montoya was the guest of honor in a room filled with Asari.

"She doesn't get out of her wall much." Yenezza chuckled, watching from the sidelines as her pet was spit roasted by a pair of Asari doctors. The same two that had helped deliver her child no more than five hours ago. Thick blue cocks were pressing into her with alternating strikes; one gagging her throat and the other lunging deep within her ass. None were allowed in her pussy save for Yenezza; of course, at least not until she had been seeded again. The wicked Spectre had slipped into her favorite silk red evening dress once more for the occasion, and she spoke to eight other Asari that were watching the scene unfold before them. "She's pretending she hates it, you know. In the night she begs me. Pleads with me to fuck her. I swear, sometimes she's more needy than the whores that don't have Clarity."

Lies, of course. Lies everyone in the room knew; lies that were as clear as the soaked tears on Montoya's face that dripped in the same thick beads as the drool running from her lips. Her naked body was bounced back and forth between those thick blue cocks filling her, and her stomach churned with cum that she had already been forced to drink. It had been how the evening started - with the guest of honor drinking what had been a disgusting amount of cum. All just to remind her of how worthless she was.

"You're sure you don't want a better slut, Spectre?" One of the younger Asari tilted her head, looking at the human before them. "She sure cries a lot. And I haven't fucked her yet, but...I bet she isn't nearly as good as some of the others. We could definitely arrange for a delivery for you from the maturation district."

"I won't ever say no to a new whore." Yenezza purred, and gestured to the wall-to-wall line of bitches awaiting her attention. "But I'll still keep this one. I...enjoy watching her sob. Besides...the mother of my child, after all. And I'm so, so eager to see how many more we'll have!"

Laughter filled the room; from the Asari flanking Yenezza to the two spitroasting the weak and weary Montoya. The human merely whimpered, and though she tried desperately not to show the ache within her, it was impossible. She was even more pathetic than usual thanks to the havoc her pregnancy had played on her emotions; from the hormonal imbalance to the trauma of having an Asari child to the woman that forcibly claimed her. Nine months into her hell, and things were no easier. The Clarity collar around her throat had kept her within an eternal nightmare; one that neither had an end or any respite.

That night, to celebrate the birth of her first child the Asari commandos would fuck her...and fuck her...and fuck her. Her ass and mouth were their domain while Yenezza plunged her throat, and even though there were dozens of other humans hanging on the wall free for them to enjoy, they gave all their attention to Yenezza's chosen bitch. Yenezza filled Montoya's pussy with torrents of cum again and again throughout the night, just as the others squirted in her ass or dumped their loads into a bucket, demanding that she drink it. Grief and sickness flooded the human woman not just for the agony of this cruel "party," but for the knowledge that in nine months...she'd have to do it again.

And again. And again. Every nine months until she died. The Asari medi-gel would keep her fresh and ready to be bred the same night that she gave birth, and each offspring that fell from her nethers would be yet another child to Yenezza.

She never wanted to be a mother. But then...she never wanted to be the owned, enslaved fucksleeve to one of the cruellest women in the galaxy, either. As life had turned out, she was both. All she could do through her tears and her wails was try to imagine just how many children she could be forced to have. How many more evil Asari bitches would be grown from within her. Surely...no more than ten. Maybe twenty, before her body gave out and her human husk was no good for growing children anymore.

...maybe thirty. But at the very least, she could cling to the knowledge that her body couldn't be used to give these conquering blue bitches any more than forty children.

***

Fifty years later.

Two hundred and fifty seven Asari children later.

Never had Montoya imagined that Yenezza's cruelty could be so complete. She had learned over the years that her first child - that long nine month gestation, had been nothing more than a horrible, elaborate, vindictive joke. She had been allowed to take that first daughter to a natural birth; to have her in the time it would normally take a bred human to give birth to her first Asari. Yenezza had purposely given her that time to build up her hope that her life as an Asari broodmare would be limited to the mere double-digits, that she wouldn't be used to give birth to more children than she could easily recall.

After her first child was born; however, the truth very quickly became known to her. Advanced Quarian technology had been perfectly merged with Salarian science, and built with the unique physiology of the Asari in mind, there were methods that could make the entire process much, much faster. Pregnancy for the personal broodmare of Spectre Yenezza was a costly affair utilizing far more resources than most, but even as the decades passed the culture of Thessia recognized her as a hero among heroes. After all, for a species that counted their lives by the century, what were a few dozens of years spent acknowledging that one of them had ensured their bloodline for millenia to come?

While the humans in the breeding dens and pleasure pits gave birth on a much more natural cycle, Macy Montoya had been a...special case. Through science and technology she had been put through the rigors of pregnancy nearly once every two months, and each time the birth of her next child was applauded as another victory for Thessia. A victory to be celebrated in the same fashion - a vicious, ruthless gangbang by a squad of Asari commandos.

The decades had been long torture for Macy. Pregnant almost constantly with a large, bloated belly, she had been filled with Asari cock nearly as often. If it wasn't Yenezza enjoying her nightly and telling her about how thoroughly the Asari had conquered her species, it was the Spectre's favored soldiers that would be given the privilege of fucking this prized pet. It didn't matter that Montoya's body was only kept in mint condition through medi-gel and determination, nor did it matter that any Asari important enough to serve under Spectre Yenezza likely had two dozen younger, more attractive bitches. Getting a chance to rut the former rebel leader in the ass as she screamed and cried was nothing short of an honor - one as cherished as a medal awarded by the prime matriarch herself.

The woman that would have led humanity to salvation was now a symbol of its fall...and a reward for those that best served their conquerors. Over the years hundreds, maybe even thousands of Asari had fucked Yenezza's prized bitch, and thanks to the power of the Clarity collar she remembered all their faces. Never once did it fail or malfunction, never once did she enjoy even the slightest moment of respite. The collar reinforced her mind even beyond that of resisting the natural Asari influence; gave her the ability to not break even when a normal woman would have. Her resilience was technologically reinforced - she couldn't break, only scream as she was bent.

Horrors had come to her by countless numbers. She had seen her own mother gangbanged by an entire squad of Asari and screamed in delight the whole time - and had cringed as a mocking Yenezza filled her pussy and told her mother to clean it. She had been visited by Asari that looked enough like the Spectre to let Macy know that she shared a bond with them they might not believe - and she had been fucked, filled, abused, and enjoyed by the very offspring she had been used to grow for the Asari empire.

And the entire time, Yenezza was there. Yenezza was at her side controlling those that abused her, calling the shots on what happened next, and always enjoying her. Her own personal angel of misery that loomed from above, filled her with baby after baby, and had made it her own personal hobby to make her life a living hell. After all - for a species that counted their lives by the century, what was a few dozens of years spent punishing one miserable bitch for her heinous crimes?

That evening, as her youthfully maintained body was still trapped within her bulwark, Yenezza was fucking her just as she did nightly. Hard thrusts that plunged into the human's pussy, filled her depths, made her belly bulge with pressure. Macy was weeping the entire time, but this evening...it was because she knew something was different. Something horrible was about to happen.

She had given birth just five hours ago...and Yenezza wasn't letting her favorites gangbang her. It was just the two of them - the bound human bitch trapped within her wall and the Asari Spectre in the silk red evening dress, a piece of material that had only lasted because Yenezza wore it for special occasions. It covered her body elegantly as she pounded ahead, her blue flesh slapping hot and hard to Macy's own, and the human howled and sobbed as she was claimed. Yenezza was being harder than usual, fucking her down deeper and past the point she usually hit, delighting in watching her human bitch squirm. And as she drilled ahead with wet thrusts that filled the room with the scent of a well-claimed fuckpig, Macy found the strength within her trembling and fearful heart to finally speak.

She had stopped begging for Clarity to be removed a solid twenty years ago. She knew better by now. Instead...she found herself asking about the future.

"...w...what…" She gulped, tensed up, and violently winced as Yenezza pulled her cock free of the human's pussy and shoved it swiftly and unceremoniously into her ass. No build-up. No slow penetration. Merely a hard, fierce strike. When she reclaimed her senses Macy opened her eyes once more, and again found the strength to speak. "...what...happens...tonight?"

Yenezza, with a stoic smile spread across her blue features, merely chuckled. She moved a hand up and wrapped her fingers slowly around the human's throat; squeezing her hard enough that she could feel her tremble within the grip. With her hand locked in place she hammered away with a few more strikes and plunged her cock into the depths of Macy's ass; fucking that still-fresh, tight rear that had been well-treated by medical science.

Montoya wasn't sure if she was being threatened not to speak...or simply shown what was going to happen when they were done. As the blue fingers tightened around her throat, a part of her found herself wishing the Asari would simply keep squeezing. Another, much larger part, found herself wishing that she would've squeezed her throat flat decades ago. Macy Montoya was well past seventy by now with the unnaturally-maintained body of a thirty-five year old...but deep within her, she felt her age. And the years had been nothing but endless heartache.

"...so you're smart enough to know that tonight's different." The Spectre finally whispered, releasing her grip just as Macy felt herself go lightheaded from the lack of air. When she collected herself once more, she found that the Asari had switched holes once more and was in the process of fucking her pussy raw and deep. Hard thrusts slammed her hips forward and bulged her belly with the massive weight of her dick, and the Spectre arched an eye softly as she regarded the other woman. It wasn't a look of affection or fondness; however, merely one of curiosity. Curiosity...and cruelty, of course. "And still stupid enough to not know what. After all these years, I'm still surprised by how worthless you are."

She suddenly hissed in pleasure; her eyes closing and her cock throbbing as she began to unleash torrent after torrent of her cum. She painted the walls of her human bitch with her thick and dense cream, and Macy Montoya trembled in her usual writhing regret as she was flooded. Cum rushed through her with the same warm sensation it always did, though it was a far cry from her usual post-childbirth gangbang that left her churning and miserable with cum packed in every part of her.

Without any trace of care, Yenezza pulled her cock free of the human and let it slip back under her evening dress. Immediately Montoya's pussy released the torrent it was holding back, and a loud, wet splash hit the floor below. Cum landed in a wide stain on the carpet, and Yenezza merely gave a disgusted roll of her eyes at the human's inability to do the simplest of things - such as hold the cum that was forced into her.

"Am...am I…" Macy wasn't willing to let the issue go. She looked to Yenezza with sorrow in her eyes; but it was a well-familiar look by now. She let her voice quiver weakly out, unsure of what answer she craved. "...to finally die?"

It certainly seemed like it. With no ceremony after her latest birth, something was clearly different. And sure enough, when Yenezza turned to look at her with a softening erection underneath her evening dress, the Asari drew a wide, wicked smile across her lips.

"...no." She replied honestly, and delivered the news as if she was giving her some terminally hurtful information. The woman began to pad over to her line of other pets; humans that had been plucked from the stock breeding facility, the only place where humans bred with other humans anymore. Long gone were the days of settlements and stations filled with fertile livestock to breed; nowadays Asari had to make sure there were constant new wombs to be filled. Yenezza teased her fingers across the nearest human pussy exposed to her, and underneath the music of it gasping in delight spoke once more to Macy. "Your body will receive weekly repairs and medi-gel treatments. It is unclear just how long your weak flesh will stay together underneath such treatments, but…" She paused, and gave a tiny smile. "...our doctors believe you have a shot at becoming the first tri-centennial human to ever live. Congratulations."

The news came to Montoya like a gunshot, her eyes opening wide and her mouth hanging agape. Another two hundred and thirty years of this?! She was planned to be an Asari broodmare cocksleeve for the lifespan of four normal humans?! Just when she was about to break down into inconsolable crying, Yenezza found a way to make things even worse.

"...but I'm done with you." The Spectre shrugged simply, and pressed a button on her wall's communication panel. A chime rang from deeper down the hall, and before long her bedroom door swung open and a pair of Asari technicians stepped in. As they moved to take Montoya's bulwark, for the first time in decades the human's world seemed to go by so desperately fast. She was processing the bad news of her longevity as her bulwark was being wheeled from the room, and Yenezza had just given her news that she was finally done with her torture.

Yenezza said nothing else - and the last Montoya ever saw of her was the back of the Spectre's head as she had turned to one of her newest toys, pulled her dress away from her cock, and began to enjoy her next conquest. Fifty years. Hundreds of children. And Yenezza had moved on with but a breath.

As Macy was wheeled down the hall, she found herself crying for reasons she could only barely speculate. She tugged at her restraints - something she hadn't done in at least thirty years - and looked from side to side to the technicians pulling her. Panic was rushing through her on a level she couldn't fathom; her heart racing so wild and hot that her bulwark administered a slight sedative. After all, had to keep this one healthy! She had a long punishment to live out!

"What...what's going on?!" She spoke, riding her fear into a moment of strength. She could talk without sobbing, but only for a few brief seconds. "Where are you taking me?! What's going to happen to me?!"

The two Asari technicians exchanged glances as if deciding to tell her or not. Finally, one of them smirked, and gestured to one of the side halls. The two Asari pulled her away from the main path, and once they were there they almost instantly reached for the fronts of their suits and began to zip themselves down.

"...she doesn't have to be in the pleasure pits for another half hour." One of them remarked with a grin, letting her blue prick pop out. When her associate did the same the two women played a casual game of Asari rock, paper, scissors - not the only time Macy had witnessed women using it to decide who gets to fuck her next. When one of them won and stepped forward, her cock eased into a pussy that was still soaked in Yenezza's cum - the last payload of cream that she would ever give Montoya.

"...p...pleasure...pits…?" Montoya asked, just as her body was spread around a brand new blue dick. In that horrible moment, she remembered what Yenezza had said...that she would be a tri-centennial human. And apparently, she would live out that nightmare in the very lowest tier of the Asari/human relationship.

Once, Yenezza had told her that her life could always get worse.

And fifty years later, she proved it.

***

The pleasure pits were for the women not worth being bred. The ones that had been either used up beyond care or repair, or the ones that had proven to provide Ardat-Yakshi offspring. Macy Montoya filled neither of those criteria, and yet there she was with the women that had proven otherwise unfit to be proper mothers to future Asari. After her long contributions to the future of Thessia, she had been tossed aside. Cast from her owner's bedroom, and not even given a look back.

The pleasure pits were dark. Cold. Miserable. Filled with the endless moans of horny human whores kept on the edge of delight, used in all holes by the soldiers that were off duty and looking to get off without running the risk of knocking a bitch up. In the pleasure pits, there were only two holes permitted - and no Asari ever, ever dared violating those guidelines. Mouth and ass. Ass and mouth. From another woman's ass to her mouth. It didn't matter...Macy didn't have a choice. Her body remained trapped in her horrible bulwark, caught in place and imprisoned, treated on a weekly basis with medi-gel and deepthroated or assfucked nearly on the hour.

Day into weeks. Weeks into years. Years into decades. She watched women come and go in the pleasure pits, brought in when they were no longer useful and cast aside when they hit the old age that claimed them. Macy...Macy outlived them all. There were no more pregnancies for her. No more gangbangs at the behest of Yenezza. No more lavish bedroom to look at while she was being fucked. No more red dress, because there was no more special occasions.

Ass and mouth...for centuries.

Macy Montoya's tears didn't stop. If anything, they grew hotter and harder as the years passed. Clarity made sure she always knew the horrors that were being inflicted upon her, that she fully understood that in all of humanity, no woman had suffered like she had. And most wicked of all, Clarity let her realize something genuinely heartbreaking to the point of no possible return.

….by the time she was two-hundred, Macy Montoya realized that she missed her old owner. By the time she was three-hundred, her priorities had shifted from saving humanity, to no Clarity, to only wanting to see her one more time.

Unfortunately, Spectre Yenezza would never visit the pleasure pits during the human's five-hundred and thirteen year life.

The End.