Chapter 2 - Tali Adjusts

As EDI had predicted, it took most of the week for the new encounter suit that Garrus had ordered to come in. What Little time Garrus had that wasn't spent exploring planets on missions with Shepard, was spent either reading the manual for the new undersuit he had purchased, or playing with his new toy. Garrus remembered one particular encounter fairly vividly. Tali was up in the cockpit, with Joker and EDI's physical body. Joker was raving about how wonderful a cook EDI was, and how her Asari tentacle gumbo had come out perfectly. Tali hadn't told him about her decision. Hadn't told anyone it seemed, well, except for EDI obviously, and himself. As garrus watched, he noticed Tali rubbing her thighs together as Joker described just how delicious Liara's “hair tentacles” had tasted, and EDI corrected him repeatedly in good humor that they were really “scalp crests.” Garrus couldn't resist. He activated a new Nervestim program in Tali's suit for the first time “At the Mercy of the Fleet.”

It was a shame that her mask shielded her face from view, because Garrus would have loved to see the look on her face as he suit slowly seemed to heat up, her flesh starting to tingle intensely as she attempted to keep still. EDI gave her a knowing glance, but Joker just kept talking, watching the control panels and the display in front of him, oblivious to what Tali was going through right next to him.

Garrus' attention shifted as he felt the door behind him slide open. Garrus turned around, minimizing the window on his internal systems view screen and bringing up the Extranet viewer window he had open instead.

“Well, I suppose that answers my first question.” It was Samantha Traynor, dressed in her usual uniform, but wearing her very distinct set of thigh high boots and arm length gloves underneath. She was looking at the open extranet window behind Garrus, the one that he assumed was innocent, but that actually held a pictorial portion of the instruction manual for the new encounter suit he had purchased, a pictorial portion detailing the use of the vaginal sleeve.

“This... isn't what it looks like?” Garrus asked, hoping that the advice Joker had told almost everyone in the crew by this point about what to say when you're caught looking at something either incriminating or embarrassing actually worked the way that he suggested it would.

“So, you aren't looking at an instructional manual for a very... sensitive function of a high end Quarian encounter suit model?” Traynor asked rhetorically.

“No?” Garrus tried to deny it like Joker had taught him.

“Well, that's a shame then. I had come to talk to you a bit about Tali's fantasies and helping you give her the experience she wants, but if this is all perfectly innocent then you couldn't possibly be interested in that.”

“Wait! No. This is exactly what it looks like.” Garrus replied.

“So then Tali did speak with you already?” Traynor asked.

“A couple of days ago actually.” Garrus replied.

“And she gave you the program that EDI made for her?” The comm specialist continued.

Garrus pulled up the internal systems view screen again. Tali was quaking in her suit as she struggled to keep silent, Joker totally oblivious to what was happening next to him as Tali's suit tricked her body into thinking it was being fucked hard by a ship full of horny Turian soldiers.

“I guess that's another question answered then,” Traynor admitted. “You know that Shepard thinks of Tali as a little sister, right?”

Garrus suspected as much. “So she wants me not to give her what she asked me for?”
“That's not it at all.” Traynor disagreed. “Shepard doens't want to stop you. This is what Tali wants, she just wanted me to help you make it better than anything Tali has imagined,” Traynor looked over at the view screen where Tali was letting out short moans and squeaks, trying to disguise them as indications of interest in what Joker was telling her instead of the signs of her impending orgasm that they really were.

Traynor took a good long look at the schematics on display for Tali's new encounter suit. “Looking at this, I don't think you really need any ideas from me,” Traynor admitted, “so why don't I offer you something else?” The comm specialist asked.

“Like what?” Garrus asked unsure of what Traynor meant.

“You know Liara left me all of her stuff right?” Traynor asked. “Including something I think Tali might enjoy a lot, a top of the line Armali Council Mass Effect powered dildo. With her current suit, there's no way for her to use it, but with that suit that you're giving her...”

Garrus smiled. “There's nothing stopping her.”

Garrus paused, and turned to Traynor. “Thank you. I know she'll enjoy that. Let me show you how much.” Activating his omni-tool, Garrus motioned for Traynor to watch the live vid-feed of Tali in the cockpit. When both of them were looking, Garrus slid up the intensity control for Tali's suit. Over the audio hookup, Garrus and Traynor could hear Tali gasping for air, panting heavily as she was pounded by phantasmal cocks in every hole. She was writhing in her chair and even Joker wasn't oblivious enough to ignore it now. The wide eyed pilot was staring at her asking her if she was okay as she jerked spasmodically in place her suit tricking her muscles into providing the feedback to make the experience even more realistic.

It wasn't even a minute before Tali let out a loud scream as she came, causing Joker to run over to her and check if she was okay. Garrus turned off the program.

“Jeff, my records indicate that Miss Zorah has not experienced an epileptic fit. Something merely triggered one of her nervestim programs.”

“So, Tali's a screamer?” Joker asked his cybernetic lover.

“This appears to be the case.” EDI replied as Garrus shut off the view screen.

“As you can see, Traynor,” Garrus explained, “I'm sure Tali will be very loud in her appreciation.”

“You're witty.” Traynor responded. “I'll have to watch myself around you.” She added as she turned to leave.

“I'll be right back with that thing we just talked about.” Traynor said as the door hissed open. “Until then, would you mind sending me a copy of that vid we just watched?”

Garrus nodded as the door hissed shut. He wouldn't mind at all, and Tali had said she wanted to shown off, and degraded. He hoped she was enjoying it as much as he was.


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Tali wasn't sure what to think when Garrus called her into the Normandy's main battery almost a week after she had given him total control over her suit. Over the past week she'd been thoroughly humiliated as Garrus had played with her nervestim programs. She'd been tentacle-fucked into orgasm in front of the elevator, gang banged in front of Joker so thoroughly he thought she was dying. She still couldn't look him in the eye.

Of course none of that compared to yesterday when she was eating with Garrus in the mess hall. He didn't have any food in front of him, and when she asked about it, he said not to worry, he'd be eating a bit later. Tali's heart pounded a bit at that admission, but he told her to eat, so she did. As she ate her food, she started to notice her suit getting warmer, slowly. Her skin started to tingle heavily as her nerves clued into what was happening. She couldn't see it, but she knew. This didn't feel like any nervestim program she'd ever used before, this... “This is real. You're really cooking me.” Tali said, shocked. “I'm cooking.”

Garrus just smiled as the heat grew more intense she could feel her cunt tingling heating up with its own unique type of heat as it began to sink in what was happening. Tali grabbed her breasts through the suit, there was barely any sensation, but with the heat assaulting her body from all sides it was more than enough to bring her to the next level.

Tali could feel her slit rubbing, dripping wet against the crotch of her scorching suit. This was it, she was really cooking. She was... “I... I hope...” She was panting hard enough that each word was a struggle to get out. “that you... enjoy... AH!” Tali cried out as a stab of pleasure flowed through her emanating from the junction between her legs and travelling upwards till it dulled her thoughts as effectively as the sweltering heat of her suit. “your meal... Master.”

She couldn't stand much more of this, if it continued, she wasn't going to make it long enough to be served.

“I certainly will.” Garrus replied, looking completely unruffled save for his eyes, which were avidly taking in every single detail of her suit-covered body.

It was too much! She could see the white spots gathering around the edge of her vision as her thoughts gave way. It was getting... it was so close... so... “AUH!” The cry escaped her lips before she knew she had uttered it. Her slit clenching hard around nothing at all, her muscles spasming as it hit her. She was cumming, she was cumming harder than she'd ever... there was no... the white spots were invading her vision and it wasn't long before she couldn't see at all. Everything had gone white. She reached for the table to brace herself against and missed. She could hear footsteps, and people gasping and talking. She could hear her name, but she couldn't make out just what they were saying... She felt like her brain had drifted into a thick fog, and she couldn't quite understand what had happened, even as her suit cooled down around her.

When Tali's vision returned she realized that Garrus had left her there, alive, slumped in her chair. Her crotch was damp, her muscles limp, and the entire mess room sneaking glances and talking about her. They knew what had happened. They'd seen, and much to her mortification, heard, everything. She'd just had the greatest orgasm of her life in front of each and every one of them. And now, they knew exactly what she was. A Slut. Meat. Garrus' Toy. She could hear them whispered around her. They were right.

Her mind still felt fuzzy, even a day later.

She hadn't seen or heard from Garrus since then, until he called for her. And now, here she was, just outside the door to the main battery.

It hissed open before she could touch it.

“Ah, Tali. I was expecting you.” Garrus grinned.

She didn't know what to say. How do you talk to the person that has your life in their hands, the person that has humiliated and degraded you all week? The person who's been giving you exactly what you dreamed of?

“Do you know why you survived yesterday?” Garrus asked.

“Because you wanted me to?” Tali ventured, a bit sad.

“No.” Garrus' response was quick, and hid a hint of nervousness. “You survived because your current encounter suit won't withstand the heat I want to use to cook you.”

Tali's eyes widened. If that was true... she really could have been cooked yesterday, in front of everyone, with absolutely no notice! But... she was still wearing the same encounter suit. If it was true, there was no way that Garrus would ever cook her.

Garrus saw the uncertainty in Tali's eyes and smiled reassuringly. “Don't worry. I fixed the problem,” the Turian sniper reached inside one of the crates littering the room and pulled out three items.

The first item, she could see clearly, it was a jar full of a pinkish-purple sort of paste, or maybe a sauce? It was hard to tell, and it didn't look all that viscous. Garrus set it on the table next to a disassembled rifle.

The next item, was sort of cylindrical, but it was kept in a blue leather pouch, and Tali couldn't make out what it was for certain, though the shade of the leather looked awfully familiar. Garrus set it down next to the jar.

The final item was in a black cloth bag. It was large, but thin and wide, and Tali couldn't make out what it was. Though she had a suspicion.

“Up until now you weren't in any danger of cooking,” Garrus admitted sheepishly. “But in here, is your new encounter suit. It's perfectly capable of standing up to the temperatures I want to use, and it's maximum threshold on nervestim programs is fifty percent higher than your old suit.”

Tali could feel her heart racing. She didn't realize how large an effect her close call yesterday had had on her, now, with the limits she didn't even know about lifted before her eyes, she'd never felt more alive.

“Last week you told me that you were mine now. 'My toy to play with now. My meal, whenever I want one.' Do you still feel that way?” Garrus asked, unsure of the answer.

It was nice, touching that he cared, but misguided. This wasn't a simple case of role playing, where after a week she would wear herself out and become tired of it. This was what she wanted, everything she wanted. “I'm yours. Your toy to play with. Your meal to devour. I gave my life to you a week ago, I can't take it away from you now, it's yours now. I'm yours now. Don't think about when, or if I want to cook, I do. Instead, just think about when you're hungry.”

“I... I was hoping you'd say that,” Garrus pulled her new encounter suit out of the bag, “because I like to show off my toys to everyone I see.”

The suit was clear. Completely transparent. Unadorned with any sort of decorations, save for the wiring that was threaded through it the same color and size as strands of Commander Shepard's hair. There was also with a curious shaped tube of the same material as made up the suit inside the crotch area. Just looking at it Tali was sure that the suit was exactly her size and furthermore, it looked like it would fit perfectly with her sleeves, boots, and helmet.

It was also completely clear. The implications ran wild in Tali's mind. With that suit on, she might as well be naked, her entire body would be on display for anyone to see. She really would be nothing but a toy, a sex toy for Garrus to show off to everyone he met. Her loins ached at the thought, even as her heart pounded fast enough that she thought she was going to faint.

“You want me to wear that?” Tali asked, not quite sure that the suit in front of her was real.

“Not just that.” Garrus said, putting it down on the table with the rest before picking up the jar once more. “This as well.”

Tali looked at the sauce. The purplish color was familiar to her. “Is that?”

“Aspa Berry paste, mashed up with konote, and salica. I've heard that it's perfect for cooking Quarians.” Garrus replied, grinning.

“And you want me to...”

“Put it on? Yes. I want you to take these and head to the airlock. I've cleared it with EDI and Shepard, no one will be using it for at least another day or two. I want you to slather your body in this,” He shook the jar. “Every part of your body,” he said gazing pointedly at the crotch of her encounter suit. “And since I got EDI to rout all the video feeds from the airlock through here where I will be watching and recording... I want you to put on a show. Something I can enjoy, after I eat you.” Though Tali didn't know it, the last bit had been Traynor's suggestion, a way not only to make Tali even more excited, but a way to create a memento to remember her by.

Tali's cunt was sopping wet. Garrus was asking her to bare her body, and put on a private show just for him. Her mind flashed back to her meeting with Javik. Giving her the Aspa berry paste, forcing her to rub it on her body herself and then making her don her new suit that would show off every last bit of her body to anyone who wished to see it. A suit that, just like the wet burlap in Javik's story, she wouldn't be able to escape from while she cooked in it alive. Now, with the reality in front of her, with Garrus telling her to put on a show, implying that he wouldn't be keeping her around too much longer, Tali could never remember being more aroused in her life.

“Once you've rubbed the sauce in, put the suit on, I'll tell you what to do with this last bit... after you're done with that.” He said hefting the blue asari-leather pouch.

“Now,” Garrus continued, “you have an appointment with an airlock, and I wouldn't want you to be late.”