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"Sure thing, Satera." Wrex answered, stuffing his dong and nuts back into his codpiece, buckling it shut, disregarding how sticky it was, hopefully removing it on the ship to wash it wouldn't be a painful process. Grunt followed suit, lifting his spent, sagging Krogan nuts with one hand, then using his other hand to guide the codpiece to his cock, "scooping" the floppy hunk of meat into it as well as his nuts, locking it into place. They both grabbed their weapons from the wall and brushed themselves off. Garrus, who was both dazed and glazed, looked up.
"Alright, my little Turian bitch, you are going to be our little plaything, at least until we get tired of you." Satera mocked Garrus as he finally came out of his daze. He found himself surrounded and helpless. Meanwhile, while the Blood Pack Company was preoccupied with Garrus, Wrex and Grunt slipped away, down the hallway on the opposite side of the room.
"Clan Leader, are you sure it's a good idea to leave Garrus behind like that? I mean, the Blood Pack isn't known for their... kindess and that branch seems particularly ruthless. Not that I mind of course, any Krogan worth his salt should be, but isn't Garrus kind've... sort've... an acquaintance?" Grunt asked, checking his flank as he and Wrex continued down the hall, clutching his shotgun tightly.
"Don't worry, we'll be back to save the Turian, before they finish with him. We'll find this computer, download the data and be on our way." Wrex reassured Grunt. "Besides, that Turian is still a pup to the universe, an experience like this will be good for him!"
"But he helped Shepard take down Saren, Sovereign and the Collectors, he's pretty experienced as it is." Grunt asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure, fighting with guns is one thing, getting gangbanged by both blood raging AND blood engorged Krogan is another. This is how the universe works, Grunt. It operates on three things: the desire for glory, the desire for blood and the desire for a hole." Wrex answered. "Besides, what's the worst they could be doing to him?
"Hey boys, check this out! That juvenile, barely fresh out of his mama's pussy, left this one with a nice, wet, gaping hole!" Satera chuckled, motioning for his men to gather around, jamming a thick, armored finger halfway into Garrus' ass. Garrus reeled from the tenderness, his swollen, freshly fucked asshole was pulsing, sore from the tremendous beating it took from Grunt's juvie dick.
Inquisitively, he pulled his finger free from Garrus' hole and looked down into it. It was dark, but Satera could see the shimmer of the frothy brew that Grunt's prefuck and sweat made at the bottom, like a fleshy well. The open hole seemed to wink at him in time with Garrus' labored breaths.
"You know, some guy told me that fish from the Presidium gasp like that when you take em out of the water!" One of the mercenaries said, nudging Satera.
"Heh, right. Now, whose first?" Satera asked.
Meanwhile, Grunt and Wrex continued down the hallway towards the lab. No resistance so far. A few looted krogan corpses, likely Clan Weyrloc, and some rachni-reaper hybrids. Looks like Satera and his men did a pretty thorough job on this place.
"See? Told ya it'd be quick, you worrisome pup! Won't take too long to download, we'll do it, then Garrus' ass will be as good as saved!" Wrex smacked Grunt on the shoulder.
All Garrus heard was noise at this point, this grunting of Krogan, then clanking of armor smashing together. Hopefully Grunt and Wrex hurried up before his guts stayed permanently rearranged.
"Fucking Dialup!" Wrex roared, clenching his fists.
"Open wide!" Groaned the Krogan one by one as they emptied their loads into his Turian gullet.
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