>>20151
OP, I really enjoy your work, but especially this one, so I wrote you a story.

Early Bird

The suited man eyed his prizes. Four women, each a force to be reckoned with, they were tied up to a post, their arms stretched over their heads.

On the far left was Jack, a biotic powerhouse who could no doubt kill the suited man with a thought. That was if she hadn't been pumped full of power-neutralizing suppressors. As it was, she was only a skinny unconscious girl, her litany of tattoos and punk haircut all bark and no bite.

With the ring-gag fitted over her mouth, it was definitely no bite.

The suited man's next trophy was an Asari by the name of Liara. A famous researcher turned underground information broker. She was notorious around the galaxy for her comprehensive spy network and still she hadn't seen her capture coming. It would be a pleasure to snuff out one of her kind, the millenia old Asari had such a habit of acting holier-than-thou. It was practically a service to remind them that they were still mortal.

The third of the unconscious women was Commander Shepard. A battlefield genius with more commendations to her name than anyone else alive - Asari included. She was the leader of this band of women and perhaps the deadliest of them all. And yet here she was, unconscious, drool leaking out from her mouth that had been kept open by the ring-gag.

The suited man had decided that he would fuck the first one that woke up, but he dearly hoped it wouldn't be Shepard. She, he would like to save for last.

But with the swelling bulge growing in his pants, the suited man wasn't sure he could control himself.

"Ugh..." the fourth woman groaned, saving the suited man from a difficult decision.

Miranda Lawson, the last in his line-up, but by no means the least. She was a former Cerberus agent, one that had been genetically engineered to be the perfect woman. She was endowed with both brains and beauty and from what the suited man heard, she had been given the haughty attitude to match.

Her head jerked up as she realized she was not where she ought to be. A mangled shout came out of her, confusion, anger, but with the ring-gag firmly fixed over her mouth it could be no more than that. Her eyes locked onto the suited man and she glared, accusatory.

The suited man smiled wordlessly and stepped forth, unzipping the front of his pants. His cock burst out, hard as steel.

"Aaaargh!" Miranda jerked against her restraints, pulling away, trying to avoid the man's erect cock.

But it was no use. The cuffs around her wrists were too firm and whatever other powers and abilities the woman had, she had been drugged too heavily to call on any of them.

The suited man let his dick fall on her face, slapping her against the cheek, the tip resting against her eye.

Miranda turned her head, and she looked to her companions. Another strangled cry came out of her, but no one but the suited man heard.

He gripped her by hair and yanked her head forward. She stared up at him and there was nothing but loathing in her eyes. The suited man only smiled. She still didn't have the sense to be afraid.

But it was time to fix that.

Grabbing her by both sides of the head, the man thrusted his cock into her mouth, sliding easily inside.

"Agh!" Miranda gagged. The cock had pushed all the way to the back of her throat, no lead-up, no warning.

The man pulled back just as suddenly and let the tip of his dick rest on her tongue. He could feel her hot breath coming in and out as she fought to catch it.

He glanceed down at her, and she glared back, still defiant.

He thrusted into her again, down into her throat. Her gag reflex activated immediately, and the man could feel the inside of her throat tightening against the tip of his dick. It squeezed, opened, squeezed and opened. An automatic reflexive massage. It was like she was made just for him to throat fuck.

The man pulled out once more and Miranda coughed wildly. He looked at her eyes and though they had begun to tear up, he could see that there was still fight in them.

Before she could fully catch her breath, he plunged his dick into her as deep as it would go. He pressed down on her head, smushing her face against the belt of his pants. The insides of her throat tightened, and her tongue pulsed and pushed against his dick, trying to force it back, but only serving to polish it.

She gagged again, but this time the man didn't pull away. This time he held her there. His cock filled her throat, so deep down there he could feel the pound of her heart. It thrummed against his cock, warmed it up in a way no pussy could.

Miranda jerked against his hands, but didn't move. She was strong, but the man was stronger and he wasn't done yet.

Tears began stream down her cheeks and there, finally, the man saw what he was looking for.

Terror.

He pulled his dick out and Miranda heaved with a fit of coughs. She rattled against her restraints, her perfect body, the one she had been so proud of, was no longer under her control.

Her break lasted only a few moments more before the suited man grabbed her by the hair again and wrenched her face upward. Her beautiful face was twisted with fear, tears blanketed her cheeks, snot dribbled from her nose. She made a sound, but it wasn't even human, it was the moan of a cow.

The man smiled at her, ran a gentle hand through her hair.

And then just as hope flitted into her mind, he grabbed her on either side of her head and thrust her mouth onto his cock.

"Agh," Miranda gagged, the cock filling her mouth. She tried to turn away, tried to run, but there was nowhere to go.

The man started to pull away, but it wasn't enough to free her airway. He pushed back into her just as Miranda thought she might catch a breath. He began to move, pumping in and out, but never enough for her breathe.

A low whine came out of Miranda, a wasted sound that sent vibrations through the man's dick. The suited man thought his cock could not have gotten any harder, but Miranda had proved him wrong.

He pushed his cock into her. Her throat was wet and sticky, her voice vibrated, her heart thrummed and her eyes were beginning roll up in their sockets.

She jerked against his hand. Once, twice.

He came inside her, coating her throat thick with cum.

She twitched one last time and then her eyes fell half-closed as her whole body went limp.

The suited man held her there for a moment longer, keeping his dick warm with the last bit of heat in her body.

When the man finally pulled his dick out, Miranda Lawson was dead.

He let out a sigh of satisfaction and patted Miranda fondly on the head. She had been a fine woman. The perfect sleeve to his cock.

He looked at his three other captives, still peacefully asleep, unaware that right next to them their friend had choked to death on his dick.

The suited man smiled to himself. He wondered which one of them would wake next.