Mind Control Story: Krogan Control

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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Mass Effect characters have always had issues with Krogan, whether it's the aggressive party member or the problems that they cause on the Citadel. C-Sec is sick of this, and is finally testing out a device on them.

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Krogan Control for Heru by Draconicon

Brogar shook his head, then smacked a fist against it. Neither did a damn thing for getting rid of the perpetual buzzing that was bothering him. The Krogan was starting to go mad from it, though he had no idea why.

It was probably because he couldn't get away from it. Shots ringing out around him, explosions, everything else was easy to take. Hell, the constant running of an engine was easy enough to deal with, but it was always something that stayed the same, or didn't happen all the time. This buzzing, though, went up and down and never stopped filling his ears, like a bug that was crawling around inside of him.

Growling in frustration, Brogar was about to smack his head again when something caught his eye. Turning around, he saw a human with a strange sort of datapad. It was bigger than most, and the human was dragging his fingers over it the way most techs did with their computers. Strange.

He felt...drawn to him, and Brogar gave in to the instinct, walking across the commons of the Citadel to the human in question. Growling as he got close, the Krogan caught the human's eyes.

"What's that?"

"Huh? Oh, hi. I'm -"

"I said, what the hell is that?"

Brogar pointed at the tablet when the human still seemed confused. It got the message across.

"Oh, this. This is, uh, something I'm working on for C-Sec."

"Is it buzzing?"

"Buzzing?"

"Yeah, buzzing. I'm hearing it all the time. Trying to figure out what it is."

"Hmmm, strange."

The human kept looking at him while sliding a finger along on the screen. Brogar thought he saw it on some sort of slider, but the idea went out of his head. The buzzing was gone, but so were his thoughts. He stared straight ahead as the human nodded and walked away.

It didn't take long for him to start following him. The Krogan didn't know why, but there was a...a need, now. He had to follow the human. He just...had to.

Brogar didn't start thinking again until the door shut behind him. Shaking his head, the Krogan looked around the room rapidly, taking in the small details. It was like a cell, but not a jail one. Medical? Probably. He could see little lights and what looked like trays that would come down from the walls, and it had that sterile feeling that a lot of the med-labs in government buildings seemed to go with.

But that wasn't the most startling thing. He was in the process of reaching for his stuff when he realized that not only was he unarmed, but he was naked as well. The Krogan growled, whipping around and ramming his hands against the door to the chamber.

"HEY! Whoever's in charge, get your ass over here! You got no reason to take my weapons! I didn't break any laws this time!"

There was no answer, at least, not from anybody walking around. Instead, there was a soft click, just loud enough to make him turn around. Brogar saw that the walls of the room had suddenly shifted, revealing hundreds of tiny holes. His fears rose again. Were they going to gas him? C-Sec should have known better than to try something like that, but if they'd found something to test on Krogans -

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Brogar slumped to his knees as he pressed his hands to the sides of his head again. That infernal buzzing was back, and with a vengeance. It felt like his entire hump was vibrating, as well as his skull and most of his skeleton as the buzzing hit him from all sides. It got stronger and stronger, making it feel like his brain was getting shaken back and forth inside of his skull.

"Stop! Stop!"

His shouts went ignored as the buzzing got louder and louder. The naked Krogan slipped down to all fours, unable to even cover his head anymore as the vibrations from the buzzing sunk into his arms and legs, vibrating over and through him in a constant, almost tickling fashion. It made his scales itch and his ass tingle, like one of those damn vibrating chairs the humans had around the Citadel.

But it was what it was doing to his head that was driving him crazy. Like water pouring down a drain, it was like the buzzing opened a hole in his head for his anger, his rage, his aggression. He could feel all those pent up feelings rushing away, as if they were suctioned out of his head. The Krogan shook his head from side to side, but it was a weak motion, futile as it was slow.

In minutes, he couldn't even think at all. All he could feel was a need. A new one, rather than the need to fight or defend himself. No, it was...it was like he needed to prove himself. A need for approval, a need to show that he was a good Krogan. But to who?

The buzzing finally stopped, though his body didn't stop itching. The door opened behind him, and Brogar slowly looked over his shoulder.

Three humans, including the one that had been holding the datapad earlier, walked into the room. The door shut behind them, and one of them - apparently the one in charge, the shortest - bent over and ran his hand over Brogar's ass.

"He seems to be broken in pretty well. The sound submission system seems to be working fine."

"If we can make sure that this works on crowds, could mean we won't have to deal with so many riots," the one who'd had the datapad (and still did, Brogar saw) said.

"We'll just see how obedient he is." The leader chuckled. "And you'll be obedient. Right, Krogan?"

The idea of submitting to a human was -

Bzzzz!

  • pleasant. After all, they were the ones that were inspecting him, and a proper soldier was always up for inspection.

The idea sounded a bit weird, but Brogar had been given weirder ones during his time as a mercenary. The Krogan nodded against the ground, and groaned softly as the humans pulled at his ass cheeks, tugging them apart to reveal the hole between them. The leader traced a circle around it, smirking.

"A good soldier keeps his hole well stretched, doesn't he?"

"I'd say that's true enough. Cleanliness and all that."

"How often do you think a Krogan offers this up?"

"A good one should do it anytime. Isn't that right, Krogan?"

A good soldier...did as he was ordered. Brogar had always done what he was ordered, as long as he was being paid. If he was being inspected now, that meant that he needed to be inspected and cleared before he could be paid. He nodded, lifting his ass up a bit further for the humans to see.

They seemed to like that, because Brogar felt that finger return to his hole, prodding it, pushing at it but not quite sliding in. Every time it nudged his hole, he felt it cave in a bit further, his rim slowly losing some of its resistance from the continued, applied pressure from outside. He groaned, some part of him resisting the idea of having anyone touching him back there, but he held back. This was inspection; they were allowed and encouraged to do everything they could to make sure that he was tip-top material.

The one finger turned to two, and the Krogan groaned, almost standing on tiptoe as the humans prodded him harder. Fingers sunk deep into his muscled ass as they held his cheeks as far apart as they could, keeping him from hiding his hole. Not that he would have, of course; it was wrong to hide anything during inspection, even if it was embar -

Bzzzzzz.

  • Even if it was arousing him when he shouldn't be. His cock was starting to descend, his quad hanging a bit lower than before. The humans chuckled, and he worried that perhaps he was hung too small to pass inspection.

Then one of them grabbed his cock, stroking it and encouraging it to grow to full hardness. Brogar groaned, arching his back further and pushing back just hard enough to sink the human's fingers into his hole. He felt the penetration keenly, and his eyes opened wide.

"Ugh..."

"What was that, Krogan?"

"Feels...weird, sir."

"No it doesn't."

BZZZZZZZZ!

"It feels right, doesn't it, soldier?"

"I..."

"It feels right to be stuffed up the ass. Regulations state you should be using a plug at all times while fighting. Haven't you been doing that?"

"I...must have forgotten."

"Then you have to face the penalty. Men, off with your pants. Get up, Krogan."

Brogar stood up with a soft groan, feeling so strange to be full. No, it was strange to be empty...wasn't it? It had to be. The regulations said that he should have been stuffing himself full for every fight. He must have just lost his equipment, and been too ashamed to ask for another one while he was getting all his other stuff.

He turned around, and saw that each of the human officers had taken off their pants. It was weird, looking at a cock that was more like a mushroom than a proper spear-point, not to mention the sad lack of a proper quad, but the humans were big enough. Perhaps two inches longer than a regulation plug, though not as thick. The leader of the officers chuckled, pointing down at his crotch.

"You know the rules. If you've left your plug out for longer than twenty four hours, you have to spend an equivalent time riding the cocks of your superior officers. You know that's the right punishment, don't you?"

"I...yes, that's...regulations..."

"Good. Then get your fingers out of your ass and get over here."

The Krogan barely realized that he had been fingering himself since the human had removed his own digits. He didn't feel the time passing between the order and actually lowering himself on the human's cock. And he definitely didn't know how long he was bouncing on the shaft before he blew his load and felt something slick, hot, and slimy blow into his ass.

He was still bouncing when the human smacked his rump.

"Next cock, soldier...and good job."

Brogar grunted, moving down the line. He had never had this thorough of an examination, but he knew that this was the best way to train himself. He would be a good Krogan. He'd be a good soldier.

The End