Mass effect thing

You aren't sure how much time has passed. In space there is no night or day, just time. You were here with a crack squad of the finest soldiers Cereberus could buy, here to retrieve a human girl from the clutches of aliens. It was a daring raid and victory was certain, but then the very child you were there to save unleashed terrible biotic attacks against you. Your sergeant cried out as she was hoisted into the air and slammed against a bulkhead, her spine cracking with an audible “crunch”.

You were next, lifted off your feet and then slammed into something hard. When you awoke some time later you were strapped to an operating table in a cold, cramped room. Masked figures were standing all around you.

Quarians.

They poked and prodded you and asked you questions upon questions, but you refused to answer them. You'd never give an alien the satisfaction of breaking you.

Countless “interrogations” later and you are now someplace else. This time your hands are clasped behind your back and fastened to something in the floor, pinning you in place. Similar shackles pin both of your ankles. The steel surface chills your nude body. The lights are dim.

You hear a door slide open out of sight behind a partition and in strides a quarian, a woman. You usually have trouble telling the quarians apart but this one you know well. Xen. She was there when you first woke up and she's been to a few of your interrogations, sometimes asking you questions about Cerberus.

You've never relinquished anything more to her than a defiant insult.

“What am I ever going to do with you?” she asks, walking toward you. The quarian woman stops by your head and appears to stare down into your eyes. You can only just barely make our her gaze through her tinted visor. She nudges your head with the tip of her boot, the twin points of her toes digging into the underside of your jaw. “You've resisted sleep deprivation, pain, and offers of clemency... but I think there is one option left. Something even your demented 'Illusive Man',” the derision drips from her silk-like voice, “would not have considered.”

Her toes dig deeper into your flesh for a few moments and then she relents, smiling (though you can't see it). She will break you, she is sure of that. Before this day is out she'll have you groveling at her feet. Daro'Xen does not give up easily.

She starts circling around you, something about her body language is almost “chipper”.

“Tell me, human,” she begins, stopping at your feet, “Do I repulse you?” Xen asks, one three-fingered hand gliding down the curve of her torso, starting at her breasts and tracing its way down to her thighs. You can clearly her the sound of the fabric of her skin-tight suit gliding against itself.

You clench your jaw and avert your gaze, staring instead at the bulkhead beside you. However you can't resist answering Xen's question. You have no choice. It is beyond your control. Despite the coolness of the room you feel the beginnings of an erection.

If you'd been crazy about aliens you wouldn't have joined Cerberus in the first place. However some of them at least are almost... human. Asari and quarians both resemble humans closely. You've never admitted it to yourself, but some of them are actually appealing in their own exotic way.

Maybe it's just the isolation. It feels like it's been months since you've seen another human. You let out a breath and crinkle your nose, trying to suppress forbidden thoughts. It does no good.

“So you DO like what you see,” Xen exclaims quite pleased. She crosses her arms, one finger tapping against the bottom of her helmet.  “Interesting.”

Her posture shifts abruptly to a casual stance, her hips slanting. When she speaks her tone is casual as well, almost friendly in a way. “I would consider just fucking the answers out of you, but,” her arms cross against her stomach as she leans forward, “That just isn't an option I'm afraid.”

Xen begins pacing again, but you refuse to look at her. Mostly. You dare to glance at her very briefly before shifting your eyes again. You hope she doesn't notice.

“You see,” she begins, “intercourse is dangerous for us. We can't undertake it lightly.” She stops and pokes your ribs with her boot, “I'm certainly not going to expose myself to a dirty, hateful,” another jab with her boot, “little human.” Stopping once more she stands with her feet on either side of your head. Xen leans forward, the stretching sound of her suit audible in the silence of the room. “Though I am tempted. I am so...” she nudges your cheek with her foot, forcing you to look up at her, “...very curious.”

You don't know what kind of game she's playing, but you keep telling yourself you want no part of it. If only it were just nervousness. It is apparent to you and to Xen that your erection has other plans.

“We have ways of... adapting,” Xen continues, “There is so much more to sex than just intercourse. There is so much you can do in a suit.” She stops and you hear something smack against the floor. Turning your head towards the sound you see a three-fingered glove that formally belonged to Xen's environment suit laying just a few inches away. You immediately look up at Xen, your attention quickly drawn to her naked hand. Her fingers are delicate and pale. Her nails reach out just slightly passed the finger tips. She has her hand held out in front of her as she flexes her digits. It is the first time you've ever seen a suitless quarian before, even if it is just a hand.

Xen can see you watching her, but she pays you no mind.

Her gloved hand extends out from her side and braces against the bulkhead so she can lean on it. The foot pushing against your cheek is removed as Xen bends her leg, balancing on the other. Xen's exposed fingers reach down and begin fiddling with something at the top of her knee. Suddenly there is a quiet “hiss” and the fabric and metal come slightly loose. She reaches further to her ankle, eliciting another hiss from her boot and then abruptly the outer metal-covering comes off, clattering to the floor.

The noise startles you and you jump in reponse only to be reminded of the shackle that anchors you to the floor.

Xen begins tugging at the fabric enclosing her calf. Her fingertips find their way underneath and in one motion she peels the garmet free. Xen twirls it in her hand for a moment before tossing it right onto your mid-section where it drapes over your crotch. The cloth, now inside-out, is warm and slightly damp against your erection. The sensation is so sudden, so unexpected that it actually makes you gasp. You can faintly feel the dampness, her sweat. It's a stark reminder of the alien woman standing over you. Not that you could hope to forget her, but suddenly what she's doing has become much more real. Grimacing you writhe in your bonds, trying to shake the garmet loose but you simply can't move or twist enough to dislodge it.

Xen chuckles softly and then utters a contented sigh. She hasn't set her bare feet upon the cool steel in quite some time. It's an exotic sensation for her. After savoring the moment she unclasps her other boot and this time tosses it nonchalantly in the corner. You scarcely notice the sound of it clattering against the wall and floor.

Hidden behind her tinted visor Daro'Xen licks her lips. As she circles around toward your legs you can hear her soles sticking to the floor. Stopping by your waist Xen reaches out with one foot, the long pair of toes on the end easily hooking the garmet draped over your dick and sweeping it off onto your thigh. As she does so the bottom of her foot slides over your erection and briefly presses it, the flesh of her sole smothering your engorged manhood. It is the first intimate touch you've felt in weeks... or is it months? You aren't sure, but it stops your breath in your throat and your whole body briefly stiffens.

Daro'Xen is quick to notice, grinning broadly behind her mask. You can hear the pleasure in her voice, “Do you like that?” Her foot slides forward and then back again, and then again, and again, and...

The movement of her foot is painfully slow and deliberate. Though her sole is slightly damp from her boot it moves like silk across your sensitive erection, the moisture lubricating it. You realize you've been holding your breath and are compelled to release it. You're blushing now, and sweating. You could cum right now, but you resist. You have to. You can't let her win, especially when she's only just started.

Xen switches feet and starts again. On the second pass you involuntarily start to thrust along with it, but you partially catch yourself. This time Xen's foot slides ally the way along your shaft until her heel rests on the painfully swollen and sensitive head on your penis. Her toes gently rub your chest.

Your raise your head up off the floor to better witness your torture. As you gaze over your body the first thing you see are the tips of Xen's toes. Her nails are plain, their natural color, and immaculate.

“If you ask nicely,” she offers, “I'll paint them for you.” Her foot slides back until the head of your cock rests between her toes, which then press together, squeezing it.

Finally you open your mouth to protest, “N-no... you bi-!” Xen cuts you off, your body tensing up as she presses her heel down on the base of your penis and then once again slides her sole forward until the ball of her foot covers the now leaky tip.

“Careful, human.” She warns, finally releasing your groin and moving to stand beside your head. You look up at her and abruptly your neck is twisted painfully as she rests her foot on top of your cheek, pushing you against the floor. “Considering your situation,” she presses more of her weight down on you, “I'd be respectful.”

“Your kind doesn't have power here,” her foot slides sideways onto your face, pressing against your lips. Xen steps over you, her legs now on either side of your head. As she does so she pushes your face with the side of her foot so you are looking directly up at her. “My people rule here, and I rule you!”

Again you are about to protest when she cuts you off, only this time by dipping her toes directly into your mouth. Her foot is arched daintily, like a ballerina striking a pose, her long quarian toes reaching almost to the back of your throat. You are too stunned to fight back.

“Go on, human, taste them,” Xen urges, wiggling her toes in your mouth.

You don't now why, you don't think about it, you just obey. Your tongue slides under and around each toe. There is a very faint taste of alien sweat and something vaugely synthetic, perhaps the material that composes her environment suit. It's not unpleasant and before you can stop yourself you decide it's actually something you wanted, something good. Without even being consciously aware of it you lean forward slightly so your tongue can reach right to the base of her toes and flick the tip against the ball of her foot. As you pull back your lips form tight seal around her toes.

You fail to suppress a moan as Xen retracts her digits from your mouth. She takes a slow, deep breath, her arousal as noticable as your own.  Her exposed hand moves down towards her crotch, gently rubbing it. She has nerve-stims of-course, but she wants you to bare witness to it.

“Mmmmmm...” moans Xen, grasping at her belt with her other hand. She unties the decorative cloth that she has tied over her suit and removes her belt. Though still covered, the material beneath her outer garmets somehow conveys a feeling that she is now nude. You can just barely make out the indentation of her feminine features.

Xen lowers herself down onto her knees until her pussy and ass hover inches above your head. She reaches backward to brace her hands against the floor and then finally sits down on you, her privates smothering you. As she does so she swings her legs onto your chest and her feet right onto your penis. Her weight upon you is almost uncomfortable. You can intimately feel the outline of her vagina with your face through her suit.

Her feet both rest over your cock and begin thrusting back and forth, your own lower half now doing the same in perfect rhythm with her movements. The mutual thrusting and pumping grinds you against her perfect bottom, pressing your face deeper and more intimately into her. Perhaps it is just your intense lust, but you swear you can smell her exotic scent.

This continues for what feels like an eternity, each second ticking by with painful, wonderful slowness. As your breath runs out and your craving for air turns to desperation your arousal reaches a level you've never experienced before. Just as you realize you can't hold out any longer you feel the pressure upon your chest and head release. Those torturously soft soles and grasping toes vanish from your throbbing penis.

Xen is standing again. Were you able to see through her visor you'd see that she too was drenched in sweat. She is breathing almost as hard as you are, both of you inhaling deep breaths of air. Daro's helmet amplifies the sound of her breathing. She makes a note to herself that at some point in the future she'll have to let you taste her for real, no matter the risk to her health.

As you lay there with your eyes closed, your gasps gradually falling in intensity, you don't notice Xen tampering with something on the far wall, nor do you even notice the bonds beneath you come loose. You are only vaguely aware of the sensation of being dragged a short distance. When you open your eyes you are sitting up, your back against the bulkhead. Your hands are still locked behind your back, but no longer are they fastened to the floor and even your ankles are now free. However escape never crosses your mind.

Escape would be impossible and... why would you want to?

You hear the entrance to your prison slide open and the sound of something being set just inside, but out of sight. Xen pads over to the partition and returns with a stool in hand which she sets in front of you before sitting down atop it. Her legs carefully swing around in front of you, her feet resting gently in your lap. You stare down at them, marvelling at their beauty and praying they will begin 'torturing' you again.

“Open your mouth, servant,” Xen commands, her voice only a little above a whisper. You are happy to obey, desperate to obey. Slowly her foot slides onto your tongue, much deeper than before. Any further and you might gag, but she knows just where to stop. No further instruction is necessary as you begin tasting and ravishing her toes with your tongue. Rather than leaving you to your own devices she takes upon her self to slide her foot all the way in and out of your mouth, giving you several grateful opportunities to lick slowly from heel to toe and inbetween each delightful digit which you also suckle on. You are completely lost in your ecstasy and when you think it can't get any more intense her other foot finds your penis at last and begins pumping and thrusting and rubbing against it. Slow at first, then faster, and then slow again.

You feel you are about to climax and your tongue goes limp. However just as glorious release is near  you feel horrible, wonderful pressure on your erection. Xen's toes grip either side of your twitching penis, trapping your orgasm and locking it in. It's horrible, excruciating, but you love it. You pray it never stops. Xen's foot presses slowly but forcefully against your cheek and you realize why she has stopped you. This time you try something new, tilting your head and grasping the side of her foot where her third toe resides with your lips. You explore it with your tongue; sliding it in the space between her little toe and the side of her foot. You suck on it, lick it, and even kiss it.

She likes this and retracts her leg for only a moment before resting the ball of her foot right on your lips. The whole of her foot is soft and tender, but here at the base of her toes it seems more so. You kiss her there and her other other foot begins working your dick again. Thrust, push, pull, squeeze...

It's too much and you know you are about to climax again. She knows as well and this time her heel presses down on the base of your penis. This is a sensistive place and you cry out feebly in pain and ecstasy. Oh, how badly you need to cum, but she won't let you.

Finally you lose what little shreds are left of your composure, “Please, please let me cum!” You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, dreading her response. She can't be that cruel, can she?

Her heel presses down harder. You want to scream.

“Beg me...” Xen commands breathlessly, “beg me to release you, human.” She is rubbing herself quite intensely.

You nod vigorously and stammer out your compliance, “Xen, please, please let me cum! I'll- I'll do anything you want. P-please-!” You never finish your request as the orgasm that finally erupts from your penis sucks the air from your chest. Your whole body shudders and twitches. You are left panting and numb, and weak, so very weak...

After taking the time to relish her victory Xen rises from her seat. She is quiet, merely observing the quivering human prey that lays in a slick, sweaty, shaking pile in front of her. You are all hers now and you both know it. The next time her interrogation will be longer and harder, and you know you'll tell her everything. Anything, anything, just so long as she doesn't stop, just so long as she doesn't let you go.

...and you know she never will.