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Wrex Wrecked for DreKozar by Draconicon

"Ugh...haven't had a hit like that since Shepard drove the Mako off a mountain..."

Wrex shook his head before trying to get up, only to get a harsh tug on his wrists when he was halfway off the ground. The krogan whipped his head around, looking over his hump at the chains holding him to the floor. He could only see the silhouettes of them, but he'd been in enough jails to recognize it.

"Well...someone's looking for a hurting."

Getting up as far as the chains would let him, Wrex set his feet and leaned forward. He felt the support for the chains, and as he leaned from side to side, got a handle on just where it's weakest point was. He grinned as he lowered his head.

Think you can hold me, huh? Let's see if you prepared for a real krogan.

Roaring a battle cry, Wrex charged forward as hard and fast as his legs could carry him. He hit the end of the chain very fast, but felt something give. Backing up, he did it again, and again, each time feeling it pull a bit further free. It was just as he thought; this was meant for something much weaker than a krogan. Probably some damn turian or something. One more tug.

As he settled himself to pull it free, the darkness suddenly flashed away. The bright lights left him blinking, taking in the sight of a medical lab around him. Several tables covered in medical tools - though messy as all hell - and cabinets of medigel filled the room. Wrex shook his head. Sloppy. Sloppy as all hell, and not from a fight. Someone wasn't taking care of things here at all.

He knew some people would have been comforted to be in a medical lab. He wasn't one of them; any krogan brought to one was either dealing with a nut trying to 'cure' the Krogan species or someone trying to come up with a new strain of the genophage to keep them down. Either way, he wasn't going to be part of it.

The chain was just coming free when the door opened, and Wrex laughed at the creature at the door.

"Hanar. What do the jellyfish of the galaxy want with Urdnot Wrex?"

"Please, enhance your calm. This follower of the Great Beings wishes nothing but your education."

"Heh. I don't know what you mean, but I'm not staying here. Get out of my way."

"Please, sit down and restrain yourself. This one does not wish anything but your education and your compliance."

"You don't know what a krogan is like, do you? More importantly, you don't know me."

Wrenching at the chain, HARD, Wrex pulled it free from the wall and swung it around. The jellyfish managed to duck surprisingly quickly, and he had to swing it around again to keep the Hanar at bay as it started advancing on him.

As it got closer, the krogan saw a number of small metal tips on the ends of the Hanar's tentacles. He'd never seen one of them wear those before, and he knew that none of them had bits of metal floating around inside their body like this one did. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

The chain was getting more and more useless, too. Unlike out in the open, the medical lab was too restricted for him to make full use of the chain length or his full swing. The most he could do was spin it when the jellyfish got too close and bash away the metal bits. The creature never bothered putting out the softer things, except when he was making his way around the tables and exposed himself. The shocks from the unarmored tendrils weren't bad, and he didn't know why the creature bothered.

Unfortunately, the clutter worked against him. Wrex dashed down the space between two of the tables and took a tumble, slamming his shoulder and the side of his head against one of the tables before hitting the ground, hard. Worst of all, the tables were bolted down, and with his hump right under one of them, he was stuck on all fours.

He heard the Hanar coming up behind him before he felt its shocks along his feet. Unlike his arms and hump, his lower body was much less protected, and he grunted at the sudden zap to one of his soles.

"What - Damn jellyfish! Get away from me!"

"This one is only giving you the proper conditioning that a krogan requires."

"I'm being conditioned for nothing!"

He pulled himself along, but he had to stop every time that the Hanar shocked his feet. Like a cross between an electric shock and a tickling tingle, it rushed across his soles and zapped him from his toes on back. Every time it did it, he swore that it felt stronger, more...numb, in a way, but not quite normal.

Finally he squirmed his way out from under the tables, and got to his feet -

• only to tumble off of them again with a shout. It was like trying to walk on feet and legs that were completely asleep, unable to support his weight. He fell onto his back, stuck on his hump almost like one of those earth creatures Shepard talked about. He thought it was called a turtle.

Of course, while he was struggling to get up, the Hanar reached him. This time, its shocking tentacles went further up his legs, zapping at his inner thighs and up further, towards places he really didn't want to think about.

Others, however, were still focused down at his feet. The metal tipped ones dragged along his soles, scratching and tickling at them. Wrex had never understood how humans could laugh when this was happening, but somehow, it was making him want to. The mighty Krogan rolled from side to side, trying to get up, but just like before, he'd managed to wedge himself in the worst possible place. In this case, in the middle of a doorframe.

He shook back and forth, kicking at the tentacles, but all it seemed to do was drag the metal pieces more along the soles of his feet, and soon, his laughter started sputtering out. It didn't even sound like the laughter or chuckle he had before a fight; it sounded desperate, giggly, something he'd never heard ANY Krogan sound like.

"Ha! Hahaha! Get your - hahahaah! Get your damn feelers - HA! - off my feet!"

"This one will not. You must be made to understand where you truly belong, if you are to serve the Great Ones as you must."

Wrex had no idea what these Great Ones were, but if this Hanar was serving them, he didn't want to be around when they got there. But he didn't seem to have a choice. He couldn't roll forward without jamming his face right into one of the Hanar's tentacles, and he couldn't roll to the side to get himself upright. The only thing worse would be -

"Hey! Watch - haahaha! Watch the quad!"

"You must learn your purpose, just as this one has."

"Get - OFF!"

He kicked out as hard as he could, but all he managed to do was embed his foot inside of the Hanar. He swore it should have killed the damn thing, but instead he found his foot constantly bombarded by those strangely good electric shocks, the same shocks which were zapping his quad and pushing out -

Damn it. I thought this stuff just happened in Fornax! Wrex yanked at his foot, but it was trapped, just like the other one being tickled was. He bit his lip to try and keep from laughing, but it kept spilling out, the Krogan helpless to do anything but giggle and squirm as the tentacles kept teasing his cock out of its hiding place. It rose higher and higher, and the tentacles slowly surrounded it.

It wasn't something he had ever wanted, but he had to give the Hanar this. When it wanted to stroke a cock, it could stroke a cock. The fact that it could get him to moan as it stroked him harder and harder, particularly while he was laughing up a storm, said all that needed to be said about it.

His pre leaking down the sides of the tentacle, Wrex tried one last time to kick the Hanar away, but he couldn't. It did, however, release his foot...but it was different now. His toes were covered by bits of metal that had been inside the Hanar, and he suddenly heard a voice inside his head.

You will obey, Wrex. Be obedient.

"No way in hell."

Be obedient. The time of the Krogans are over. It begins with you, and eventually, all will fall.

"Man, you know exactly the wrong things to say."

Obey, Wrex. OBEY.

The word came with a blast of pressure that the Krogan had never felt before, almost rocking him off of his heels, mentally. The sudden pressure around his cock didn't help, either, as his quads were blasted with shocks. The scraping scratches along his feet distracted him even further, as he bit his lips to try and -

OBEY!

The pressure wave hit him again, his cock throbbing all the harder.

"What...why?"

The time of the Krogans is over. They will be harvested, and remade. And the best will be kept for templates.

"You won't -"

OBEY! Give in, and OBEY!

Wham, wham went the pressure blasts through his head, and Wrex was pushed over the edge. He arched his back, spurting his load as the Hanar stroked him with its tentacles. The metal pieces on his foot sparked with red light as the voice kept repeating the words, each repetition driving another blast of seed from his quad, making him get messier and messier as he utterly drenched himself.

Soon, he didn't even know what was going on anymore, barely conscious of being moved. His cock hung half limp over his quad, but still getting zapped, still getting milked of whatever it was that the creatures wanted. The voice in his head kept releasing those waves of pressure, pushing down all his other thoughts as he was laid into something hard, metal, and too thick to break through.

A tube, he vaguely realized as it was filled with gel, floating him up as it constantly teased his feet, his quad, and his cock. The sensations were tickling and stimulating, and he kept twitching and squirting constantly.

He watched the Hanar slowly walk away, the lights above him going red as the jellyfish left. Red. He felt he should know what that meant...but no. All he knew was how to -

OBEY!

The Krogan arched his back again, spurting another load in the gel. He would obey, squirt, and stay. It was all he could do.

The End