Possession 4/?
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May 14 2013, 15:42:51 UTC
Liara T'Soni watched in silence as a dark-haired human female and a male turian spoke with the batarian auctioneer. Like all slaves, her translator had been taken from her, and their voices were an alien blend of strange words that she couldn't understand. Even though the thought of being owned by someone else was terrifying, she was relieved that her new owner would have to purchase her a translator soon or reinstall her old one. Having her words taken from her had been the most isolating, frightening part of her week.
The large brown eyes of the female human met hers, and she felt a little more at ease. Liara had no experience with humans, having spent most of her life in the safety and freedom of asari space or on remote, isolated digs, but this one did not seem to mean her any harm. She looked around, hoping to see the red-haired woman that had purchased her, but she and the krogan were long gone.
The male turian eyed her up and down, but his gaze did not linger on her for too long. Still, Liara crossed her arms reflexively over her naked breasts, shivering slightly. When the human handed the batarian a credit chit, the turian stepped forward to take her by the elbow, and he was careful not to grip her too harshly with his talons. Since both he and the human were wearing top of the line armor and were covered in weapons, Liara suspected that they were freelance mercs, and highly experienced ones by the look of them.
She had been captured by a much less professional group of mercenaries during a dig on a small, remote world called Therum a little over a week earlier. Normally, her biotics were more than enough to keep her safe, but when the mercs had surrounded her and held her at gunpoint, she hadn't dared to retaliate. Fortunately, they hadn't caused her any harm after taking her captive, and she had spent most of her time belowdeck on their ship in complete isolation.
Her attention returned to the female human as the batarian handed her a remote and the tiny translator chip that had been surgically removed during her first few hours in captivity. She stared at it longingly, but she only had a moment to gather her thoughts before the turian began leading her away.
The human female stopped her turian partner before he could lead Liara too far. She held out a jacket that she must have just purchased at one of the merchant stalls, and Liara gratefully took it. While most of her species was comfortable with their nudity, Liara had a pretty good idea what she had been bought for by the way her batarian captors had dressed her, and she didn't want to advertise her body any more than she was forced to.
As she was escorted through the still teeming market, Liara could sense her captors' vigilance. She wasn't ignorant enough to have missed the unspoken challenge in the bidding war between her final prospective owners. The danger in the air had been almost palpable, and Liara was certain these two were on high alert in case the losing turian wasn't so gracious in his defeat.
To be honest, once the bidding had dwindled down to just the menacing looking male turian and the intense looking human female, Liara had been rooting for the human. Perhaps she was under the misconstrued notion that females of a species were more lenient or gentle than males, but still, Liara had been hoping for the human to place the winning bid on her.
With the fast pace her captors took up, it wasn't long before Liara was being led on board a mysterious looking craft she had never seen the likes of before. She did not have long to glance at the impressive outer shell, but what she saw made her think that they weren't your every day, run of the mill pirates or mercenaries.
As Liara walked through the ship, she memorized the path she was being led on, but held little hope of escape. There were far more people aboard the seemingly small vessel than she would have guessed. Not all of them looked like dangerous mercenaries, but Liara knew that looks could be deceiving. It would be difficult to escape if she could even get out of whatever room they were going to imprison her in, but Liara held out hope that she could escape if she just figured out a way to get the dampening collar off her neck.
The large brown eyes of the female human met hers, and she felt a little more at ease. Liara had no experience with humans, having spent most of her life in the safety and freedom of asari space or on remote, isolated digs, but this one did not seem to mean her any harm. She looked around, hoping to see the red-haired woman that had purchased her, but she and the krogan were long gone.
The male turian eyed her up and down, but his gaze did not linger on her for too long. Still, Liara crossed her arms reflexively over her naked breasts, shivering slightly. When the human handed the batarian a credit chit, the turian stepped forward to take her by the elbow, and he was careful not to grip her too harshly with his talons. Since both he and the human were wearing top of the line armor and were covered in weapons, Liara suspected that they were freelance mercs, and highly experienced ones by the look of them.
She had been captured by a much less professional group of mercenaries during a dig on a small, remote world called Therum a little over a week earlier. Normally, her biotics were more than enough to keep her safe, but when the mercs had surrounded her and held her at gunpoint, she hadn't dared to retaliate. Fortunately, they hadn't caused her any harm after taking her captive, and she had spent most of her time belowdeck on their ship in complete isolation.
Her attention returned to the female human as the batarian handed her a remote and the tiny translator chip that had been surgically removed during her first few hours in captivity. She stared at it longingly, but she only had a moment to gather her thoughts before the turian began leading her away.
The human female stopped her turian partner before he could lead Liara too far. She held out a jacket that she must have just purchased at one of the merchant stalls, and Liara gratefully took it. While most of her species was comfortable with their nudity, Liara had a pretty good idea what she had been bought for by the way her batarian captors had dressed her, and she didn't want to advertise her body any more than she was forced to.
As she was escorted through the still teeming market, Liara could sense her captors' vigilance. She wasn't ignorant enough to have missed the unspoken challenge in the bidding war between her final prospective owners. The danger in the air had been almost palpable, and Liara was certain these two were on high alert in case the losing turian wasn't so gracious in his defeat.
To be honest, once the bidding had dwindled down to just the menacing looking male turian and the intense looking human female, Liara had been rooting for the human. Perhaps she was under the misconstrued notion that females of a species were more lenient or gentle than males, but still, Liara had been hoping for the human to place the winning bid on her.
With the fast pace her captors took up, it wasn't long before Liara was being led on board a mysterious looking craft she had never seen the likes of before. She did not have long to glance at the impressive outer shell, but what she saw made her think that they weren't your every day, run of the mill pirates or mercenaries.
As Liara walked through the ship, she memorized the path she was being led on, but held little hope of escape. There were far more people aboard the seemingly small vessel than she would have guessed. Not all of them looked like dangerous mercenaries, but Liara knew that looks could be deceiving. It would be difficult to escape if she could even get out of whatever room they were going to imprison her in, but Liara held out hope that she could escape if she just figured out a way to get the dampening collar off her neck.
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