Re: A Pursuit Denied 1
anonymous
June 28 2013, 02:22:19 UTC
Commander Shepard cried out as she pounded her fist to the ground, channeling a torrential wave of biotic energy into the floor of the drop vehicle. The mercenaries who hadn't been sent flying by her biotic charge moments before rippled as the nova shockwave passed through their bodies, shattering bones and tearing flesh.
"Liara, now!" she shouted, pointing at the scattered soldiers struggling to get back to their feet. With a flick of her wrist, Liara sent them spinning into the air with a singularity. Miranda finished them off with a slam, and the trio instinctively turned to look in opposing directions, searching for the next wave of incoming opponents. A few seconds later, EDI's voice crackled over the radio.
"That was all of them."
Immediately, Liara and Miranda formed up on Shepard's flank and the impromptu squad rushed forward. Wordlessly, they rushed from blue blood stain to blue blood stain, tracking the wounded Spectre up a short flight of stairs and into a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The digital filters built into the glass filtered the worst of the sun's intensity, allowing them to quickly establish that Vasir wasn't in the immediate vicinity.
"Stay together, if I were in her shoes I'd try to separate us and pick us off one by one."
"Will do," replied Miranda. Liara nodded, signaling her understanding as they made their way into a bedroom. Shepard instinctively cataloged the room before allowing her gaze to wander to a vidscreen displaying a group of asari strippers dancing to the beat of the apartment's ambient music.
"What kind of hotel is this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Azure. It's a luxury resort wth an... exotic edge. "Azure" is slang...
Liara's explanation was cut off by the sharp hum of force fields snapping into place. A glowing orange cylinder rose from the floor, separating each of the warriors. A deep hum emanated from the floor and Shepard felt her shotgun grow hot in her hands. She dropped it in surprise a second before realizing what had just happened. Desperately, she grabbed the weapon off the floor and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.
"Fuck!" she yelled, grabbing the barrel of her Scimitar in preparation to use it as a club. She summoned her biotics to prepare for a charge, but instead of pooling energy in her amp her eezo nodules burned in agony as a neural disruption field stimulated them into uncoordinated emission. She fell to her knees, shuddering from the thousands of miniature biotic burns rushing up and down her spine.
She looked up only to find a human and an asari grinning down at her. The same human and asari she had dismissed earlier as not posing a threat. Strictly speaking, she was correct...
"Holy shit, is that Commander Shepard?" asked the human, excitement running through his voice. Hope surged through Shepard: if this person was a fan of hers, perhaps he would help them out of their makeshift prisons.
"Who?" Asked the asari.
"The chick on all the Alliance recruitment posters."
"Oh... yeah, I see it now." Shepard didn't like the predatory look they were giving her.
"I'm in pursuit of the criminal responsible for the Dracon tower bombing. Let us go. Spectre authority." Shepard filled her voice with confidence she didn't feel, hoping she could cow these two into letting her go. Instead, she saw the asari's predatory grin widen.
"Oh, honey, I don't think you understand Illium very well. We caught you trespassing, so now, by law, we own you." Shepard did a double take. Surely she hadn't just said...
The soft hiss of gas broke her train of thought. Shepard snapped her breathing mask into place, only to cry out in frustration when the electronic regulator failed to activate. She held her breath as her mind ran through her options. She glared at the human/asari pair before looking around at her squadmates. Both Liara and Miranda lay crumpled on the floor, motionless. Shepard pitched her shotgun against the forcefield, frowning as it bounced off. Her lungs burned from holding her breath but so long as she could resist the instinct to draw air she refused to give in. The world gradually faded to black as she used up her remaining oxygen.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 2
anonymous
June 28 2013, 02:24:04 UTC
When Shepard came to, the first thing she noticed was a bright white light spinning above her head. She attempted to draw herself up into a sitting position and almost lost her lunch as a result. The world wasn't spinning; it was all in her head. Except for the slightly distressing fact that she was currently locked in a cell. It wasn't her first time, but she didn't remember visiting a bar...
"Oh good, you're up." With great effort, Shepard focused on the face immediately outside the force field confining her to the small room.
"I'm Detective Anaya, I've been assigned to your case. Not that there's much detective work to be done, it looks pretty open and shut from where I'm standing." The words rang in Shepard's hypersensitive ears but at least her sense of balance was coming back -- Anaya's pretty blue head had stopped rotating and now merely seemed to sway from side to side.
"Uhh... what? What did I do?"
"You're accused of tresspassing on the property of Club Azure."
"Oh, they're pressing charges?"
"I'm afraid so."
"That's ok. I was in pursuit of a fugitive under Spectre Authority." Shepard grinned. She hadn't appreciated how useful her position as a spectre would be, but over the last few months (years, she corrected herself) the Council's blessing had pulled her out of more than one tight spot.
"Well...," Anaya grimaced, scratching the back of her neck, "you see, Illium isn't actually affiliated with the Council, so that doesn't get you off the hook. And you just confessed."
"Wait, what?! I thought Illium was an Asari world!" Shepard felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"We have a defense treaty with Thessia, but that's it. Half of the business on Illium would be illegal if we respected anyone else's rules. I'm sorry." Shepard forcefully shut her eyes and let her head drop back onto the ground, groaning. This couldn't be happening.
"Have you received word from the magistrate yet?" asked a new voice, another Asari. Shepard opened her eyes to get a look at the newcomer. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her: a tall asari clothed in an unabashedly sensual black dress stood next to Anaya. The dress clung to her curves as tightly as any stripper's uniform but with harsh, angular cutaways instead of the more typical missing inner thigh or bare middriff. Tall heels completed the sensual, threatening outfit. *Must be some kind of Asari dominatrix outfit,* Shepard thought to herself.
"No, but it should come through any moment now," Anaya answered, turning to face Shepard and shrugging apologetically, "with hard evidence and a confession, it probably won't even need a trial."
"What the hell are you talking about? I demand a trial! It's part of the Council's universal bill of rights, you can't just..."
"This is Illium, commander. We can." sneered the Asari with the dress. Shepard gulped as she recognized the woman. Nassana Dantius. Shepard had done her dirty work and now she had the gall to try this! Anaya's omni-tool pinged.
"In fact, we just did. Here's the official record of conviction.
"And the contracts of indentured servitude?"
"One sec... here you go. All three of them." Anaya closed her omni-tool.
"You three are officially the property of Club Azure for the next thirty days. Behave yourselves," Anaya chuckled to herself.
"Goddamnit you assh... guh... ahhhh" Shepard cried out as a crippling shock tore through her biotic suppression collar. Sinking to her knees, she tried to grab at it, but only succeeded in electrocuting her own hands.
"That's right, slave. Kneel before your mistress!" Nasana donned a predatory grin as Shepard struggled against the collar and managed to regain her balance.
"Oh, if you think that I'm just going to... yahhhh!" Shepard staggered again as miniature bolts of lighting shot into her neck.
"Give me your clothes."
"Fuuuuckkkk. Yyyyooouu!" Shepard managed to snarl, despite the electricity. Without warning, the shock stopped. Shepard pitched forwadr but caught herself soon enough to stand defiantly.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 3
anonymous
June 28 2013, 02:24:54 UTC
"Give. Me. Your. Clothes," repeated Dantius, swiping at her omni-tool once again. Shepard braced herself, but instead of feeling electricity pulse through *her* collar, she heard Liara let out a strangled cry which rose in amplitude as Nasana fiddled with a virtual knob on her omni-tool.
Seething, but seeing no other option, Shepard took hold of the zipper on the front of her under-weave suit and jerked it down to her navel before shucking the form-fitting clothing, wishing she had worn other undergarments just this once. She let the discadred suit fall in a pile on the floor.
"Happy?" Shepard growled, forcing herself into an aggressive posture despite her nakedness.
"Put them in the tray." With hate in her eyes, Shepard picked up the discarded suit and put it in the box that allowed items to be passed in and out of the cell. Shepard crossed her arms, choosing not to cover her breasts. She couldn't let herself show weakness, and shame was a weakness.
Nasana chuckled. "Now I'm happy. But not as happy as I will be while I enjoy breaking you."
"Fat chance."
"We'll see." With a smirk, she stepped back and addressed Liara and Miranda in the cells next to Shepard.
"You too. Clothes in the box. All of them." Evidently Miranda put up some resistance -- Shepard got hit by another shock, intense enough that she couldn't avoid crying out. But inside of a minute, Nasana returned to Shepard's cell holding three familiar combat suits and a pair of panties. They must have been Miranda's because Shepard didn't recognize them.
"Dispose of these," she ordered Anaya, handing her the pile.
"They'll want them again at the end of their 30 days."
"They won't be needing them again. Discard them." Anaya glanced up from her terminal, exchanging a look with Nasana. Shepard couldn't decipher the meaning: clearly there was more going on than met the eye. Not a good sign. She needed to get her squad out of Nassana's grip ASAP, and right now she had to admit that playing along was probably the best way to do it. Still, her stomach turned as Anaya dumped the pile of clothing into a waste chute.
"Fine. I'll be your goddamn sex slave for 30 days, just let my companions go."
"Why should I?" Nasana laughed, "Besides, that reminds me..." she bent over and rustled through a bag Shepard hadn't noticed on the ground. Heavy metallic objects clinked against one another as she made her selection.
"Because we're on a mission and people are dying while you play your dominatrix game." Anaya looked down, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. Shepard decided to go for broke.
"Anaya, can't we get a deferral or pay a fine or something? You've heard of the collector attacks. Those deaths are on your hands if you don't let us get back out there and solve the problem."
Nasana laughed. "You still haven't told me why I should care." Anaya, without making eye contact, picked up her datapad and left the room. Shepard slammed her fist against the forcefield, ignoring the hissing sting as the mass effect fields singed her flesh.
"THEIR DEATHS! YOUR HANDS!" Shepard yelled in frustration, pounding the forcefield once more before she turned away and began pacing. A cleared throat interrupted her frump. Nasana gestured to the food box, which Shepard slammed open and then slammed shut the moment she caught a glimpse of its contents. Handcuffs, an ankle chain, and a ball gag. *That asari bitch has serious mental problems if she thinks...*
A high pitched scream cut off her line of thought. Cruelly, Nasana played with her omni-tool, dragging the intensity meter back and forth, laughing as Liara's pitch changed with the setting.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 4
anonymous
June 28 2013, 02:27:35 UTC
Shepard furiously slapped open the food box, hissing in frustration as Liara's screams continued. She grabbed the first thing her hand touched: a bright red ball gag. Eyes on fire, she opened her mouth and shoved the rubber ball in, wincing at the taste. Her hands trembled from the urgency as she fastened the strap behind her neck. She reached back in the box, picking out the ankle cuffs. She bent over and closed one cuff, then the other. Only a few inches of chain connected the cuffs -- she maade a note to herself not to lose her balance. She could still her anguished sobs coming from the other cell: even now, Nasana wouldn't let up.
Shepard promised herself that Nasana's death would be slow and painful as she finally picked up the rigid pair of handcuffs and closed it around one of her writsts.
"Ah," Nasana warned, raising a finger, "hands behind your back." Shepard quickly complied. A second later, Liara's pained gasps still echoed around the office. Shepard grunted angrily into her gag, inclining her head in the direction of Liara's cell.
"All in good time, my dear." Nasana raised her finger again and span it in a circle. Fuming, Shepard turned around to prove that her hands were indeed locked together. At long last, Liara went quiet. When Shepard turned around, Nasana had already moved on to one of the other cells.
A minute later, she reemerged, leading Miranda and Liara behind her. In her hand, she held a short leash with a controller on the end that threaded between Liaras legs in order to attach to her handcuffs. In turn, Liara's collar was connected to Miranda's cuffs. Both of them were wearing bright red ball gags and ankle chains of their own. Unfortunately, Shepard was familiar with the setup: any jerking on the chains -- or with the press of a button on the controller -- and the entire line of slaves (she couldn't yet bring herself to admit that she was one) would receive a crippling shock. She cringed at the sight of her companions in bondage, though it was not for lack of her own shame.
"Press your cuffs up against the forcefield," ordered Nassana. Shepard paused, but didn't see any way out of the situation, so she complied, accidently singing her buttocks in the process. Immediately after the chain latched on to her cuffs, the force field dropped. Nasana gave the chain a jerk, causing Shepard to stumble backwards. The asari took advantage of the opportunity to pass the chain through Shepard's legs and attach it to the back of Miranda's collar.
"Well then let's get going, shall we?" Nassana pretended to ask the bound women, smiling at the glares she received. With a tug on Liara's leash (but thankfully not a shock), she led the bound women out and into the streets of Illium.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 23
anonymous
February 18 2014, 07:10:35 UTC
Shepard had mixed feelings on whether or not being the last one through the slave processing line was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, she was never caught unprepared. When the holographic imaging machine closed around the frame to which she was attached, spreadeagled, the knowledge that the process would be over in only a few seconds and without pain made it that much less terrifying. Knowing that her companions had undergone the humiliation of having an enema under holo-recording made her own a duty, a shared obstacle she would overcome alongside her squadmates. That's what she told herself, at least. But the truth was, each new debasement hurt her deeply. To see the people she had come to love and respect being stripped of their dignity and converted into playthings for the enjoyment of a sex club's clientele was proving to be one of the worst emotional trauma she had ever experienced. Akuze had left her no stranger to brutality and death but systematic humiliation and abuse were new to her. The obscene sight of phallic machinery ruthlessly claiming her lover's orifices filled Shepard with rage, setting her squirming impotently against her restraints, even moreso than when her own turn came. But the rage soon faded into defeat, and by the time her blue companion screamed from having red-hot rings thrust through her flesh, Shepard found herself reduced to tears. Her own lover was being tortured mere feet away, and she was helpless to do anything about it. By the time she reached the same brutal stage of her preparation, the searing physical pain only served to highlight her own failure. As the LOKI mech dragged her to the back wall where her companions were waiting, she let out a muffled yell through her ballgag, furious at what she saw. The whore of a reporter had one of Liara's buttocks firmly (painfully, from the looks of it) grasped in her hand and held to the side while she probed the skin between Liara's purple azure and her puckered rosebud. The bitch was searching for her lover's urethra, a place of extraordinary intimacy in asari culture due to the vestigal nerve endings that could be stimulated from within. For a species that no longer reproduced by penetrative sex, the urethral nerve bundle offered the greatest level of physical pleasure attainable without the meld. The difficulty of reaching it and risk of infection lent it an almost legendary status. Asari tended to be fairly open about their sexuality, but the bundle was an exception, the sort of thing only explored by long-term lovers or the kinkiest, most desparate whores. Tears of frustration beaded up in Shepard's eyes as the brunette reporter twisted her little finger into Liara, crudely violating her lover's most private passage in order to satisfy her own casual curiosity. Liara twisted and turned, but her pitiful struggles and clenching muscles only served to excite Diana Allers. She redoubled her efforts, squatting down slightly to get a better angle. She grunted with exertion as she sunk her finger the rest of the way into Liara's woefully unprepared entryway. Shepard rocked in her bonds at the expression of horrible discomfort haunting her lover's face, wishing for the thousandth time that she could have just a moment of freedom alone with the reporter. When Allers finally found her mark, Liara went stiff before trembling in the throes of forced extacy. Rage and jealously seethed in Shepard as Liara arched and let her deep blue eyes roll upwards under the intense stimulation. Her shimmering body shuddered and bucked as Allers pushed the naked asari over the edge of an unwelcome orgasm. Liara sagged in her bonds once the contractions finished and moaned in discomfort as Allers withdrew her finger. Shepard didn't know which was worse: her lover's quiet sobs or the patter of Liara's copious release dripping from her suspended toe to the sterile polymer floor below. When Allers glanced up from her hand and met Shepard's gaze, the former spectre gave the reporter her best death glare. Allers giggled in delight, reveling in her newfound power. She would never have guessed that unleashing her inner sadist could be such a pleasurable experience.
channeling a torrential wave of biotic energy into the floor of the
drop vehicle. The mercenaries who hadn't been sent flying by her
biotic charge moments before rippled as the nova shockwave passed
through their bodies, shattering bones and tearing flesh.
"Liara, now!" she shouted, pointing at the scattered soldiers
struggling to get back to their feet. With a flick of her wrist, Liara
sent them spinning into the air with a singularity. Miranda finished
them off with a slam, and the trio instinctively turned to look in
opposing directions, searching for the next wave of incoming
opponents. A few seconds later, EDI's voice crackled over the radio.
"That was all of them."
Immediately, Liara and Miranda formed up on Shepard's flank and the
impromptu squad rushed forward. Wordlessly, they rushed from blue
blood stain to blue blood stain, tracking the wounded Spectre up a
short flight of stairs and into a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling
windows. The digital filters built into the glass filtered the worst
of the sun's intensity, allowing them to quickly establish that Vasir
wasn't in the immediate vicinity.
"Stay together, if I were in her shoes I'd try to separate us and pick
us off one by one."
"Will do," replied Miranda. Liara nodded, signaling her understanding
as they made their way into a bedroom. Shepard instinctively
cataloged the room before allowing her gaze to wander to a vidscreen
displaying a group of asari strippers dancing to the beat of the
apartment's ambient music.
"What kind of hotel is this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Azure. It's a luxury resort wth an... exotic edge. "Azure" is
slang...
Liara's explanation was cut off by the sharp hum of force fields
snapping into place. A glowing orange cylinder rose from the floor,
separating each of the warriors. A deep hum emanated from the floor
and Shepard felt her shotgun grow hot in her hands. She dropped it in
surprise a second before realizing what had just
happened. Desperately, she grabbed the weapon off the floor and pulled
the trigger. Nothing happened.
"Fuck!" she yelled, grabbing the barrel of her Scimitar in preparation
to use it as a club. She summoned her biotics to prepare for a charge,
but instead of pooling energy in her amp her eezo nodules burned in
agony as a neural disruption field stimulated them into uncoordinated
emission. She fell to her knees, shuddering from the thousands of
miniature biotic burns rushing up and down her spine.
She looked up only to find a human and an asari grinning down at
her. The same human and asari she had dismissed earlier as not posing
a threat. Strictly speaking, she was correct...
"Holy shit, is that Commander Shepard?" asked the human, excitement
running through his voice. Hope surged through Shepard: if this person
was a fan of hers, perhaps he would help them out of their makeshift
prisons.
"Who?" Asked the asari.
"The chick on all the Alliance recruitment posters."
"Oh... yeah, I see it now." Shepard didn't like the predatory look they
were giving her.
"I'm in pursuit of the criminal responsible for the Dracon tower
bombing. Let us go. Spectre authority." Shepard filled her voice with
confidence she didn't feel, hoping she could cow these two into
letting her go. Instead, she saw the asari's predatory grin widen.
"Oh, honey, I don't think you understand Illium very well. We caught
you trespassing, so now, by law, we own you." Shepard did a double
take. Surely she hadn't just said...
The soft hiss of gas broke her train of thought. Shepard snapped her
breathing mask into place, only to cry out in frustration when the
electronic regulator failed to activate. She held her breath as her
mind ran through her options. She glared at the human/asari pair
before looking around at her squadmates. Both Liara and Miranda lay
crumpled on the floor, motionless. Shepard pitched her shotgun against
the forcefield, frowning as it bounced off. Her lungs burned from
holding her breath but so long as she could resist the instinct to
draw air she refused to give in. The world gradually faded to black as
she used up her remaining oxygen.
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light spinning above her head. She attempted to draw herself up into a
sitting position and almost lost her lunch as a result. The world
wasn't spinning; it was all in her head. Except for the slightly
distressing fact that she was currently locked in a cell. It wasn't
her first time, but she didn't remember visiting a bar...
"Oh good, you're up." With great effort, Shepard focused on the face
immediately outside the force field confining her to the small room.
"I'm Detective Anaya, I've been assigned to your case. Not that
there's much detective work to be done, it looks pretty open and shut
from where I'm standing." The words rang in Shepard's hypersensitive
ears but at least her sense of balance was coming back -- Anaya's
pretty blue head had stopped rotating and now merely seemed to sway
from side to side.
"Uhh... what? What did I do?"
"You're accused of tresspassing on the property of Club Azure."
"Oh, they're pressing charges?"
"I'm afraid so."
"That's ok. I was in pursuit of a fugitive under Spectre
Authority." Shepard grinned. She hadn't appreciated how useful her
position as a spectre would be, but over the last few months (years,
she corrected herself) the Council's blessing had pulled her out of
more than one tight spot.
"Well...," Anaya grimaced, scratching the back of her neck, "you see,
Illium isn't actually affiliated with the Council, so that doesn't get
you off the hook. And you just confessed."
"Wait, what?! I thought Illium was an Asari world!" Shepard felt a
sinking feeling in her stomach.
"We have a defense treaty with Thessia, but that's it. Half of the
business on Illium would be illegal if we respected anyone else's
rules. I'm sorry." Shepard forcefully shut her eyes and let her head
drop back onto the ground, groaning. This couldn't be happening.
"Have you received word from the magistrate yet?" asked a new voice,
another Asari. Shepard opened her eyes to get a look at the
newcomer. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her: a
tall asari clothed in an unabashedly sensual black dress stood next to
Anaya. The dress clung to her curves as tightly as any stripper's
uniform but with harsh, angular cutaways instead of the more
typical missing inner thigh or bare middriff. Tall heels completed the
sensual, threatening outfit. *Must be some kind of Asari dominatrix
outfit,* Shepard thought to herself.
"No, but it should come through any moment now," Anaya answered,
turning to face Shepard and shrugging apologetically, "with hard
evidence and a confession, it probably won't even need a trial."
"What the hell are you talking about? I demand a trial! It's part of
the Council's universal bill of rights, you can't just..."
"This is Illium, commander. We can." sneered the Asari with the
dress. Shepard gulped as she recognized the woman. Nassana
Dantius. Shepard had done her dirty work and now she had the gall to
try this! Anaya's omni-tool pinged.
"In fact, we just did. Here's the official record of conviction.
"And the contracts of indentured servitude?"
"One sec... here you go. All three of them." Anaya closed her
omni-tool.
"You three are officially the property of Club Azure for the next
thirty days. Behave yourselves," Anaya chuckled to herself.
"Goddamnit you assh... guh... ahhhh" Shepard cried out as a crippling
shock tore through her biotic suppression collar. Sinking to her
knees, she tried to grab at it, but only succeeded in electrocuting
her own hands.
"That's right, slave. Kneel before your mistress!" Nasana donned a
predatory grin as Shepard struggled against the collar and managed to
regain her balance.
"Oh, if you think that I'm just going to... yahhhh!" Shepard staggered
again as miniature bolts of lighting shot into her neck.
"Give me your clothes."
"Fuuuuckkkk. Yyyyooouu!" Shepard managed to snarl, despite the
electricity. Without warning, the shock stopped. Shepard pitched
forwadr but caught herself soon enough to stand defiantly.
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once again. Shepard braced herself, but instead of feeling electricity
pulse through *her* collar, she heard Liara let out a strangled cry
which rose in amplitude as Nasana fiddled with a virtual knob on her
omni-tool.
Seething, but seeing no other option, Shepard took hold of the zipper
on the front of her under-weave suit and jerked it down to her navel
before shucking the form-fitting clothing, wishing she had worn other
undergarments just this once. She let the discadred suit fall in a
pile on the floor.
"Happy?" Shepard growled, forcing herself into an aggressive posture
despite her nakedness.
"Put them in the tray." With hate in her eyes, Shepard picked up the
discarded suit and put it in the box that allowed items to be passed
in and out of the cell. Shepard crossed her arms, choosing not to
cover her breasts. She couldn't let herself show weakness, and shame
was a weakness.
Nasana chuckled. "Now I'm happy. But not as happy as I will be while I
enjoy breaking you."
"Fat chance."
"We'll see." With a smirk, she stepped back and addressed Liara and
Miranda in the cells next to Shepard.
"You too. Clothes in the box. All of them." Evidently Miranda put up
some resistance -- Shepard got hit by another shock, intense enough
that she couldn't avoid crying out. But inside of a minute, Nasana
returned to Shepard's cell holding three familiar combat suits and a
pair of panties. They must have been Miranda's because Shepard didn't
recognize them.
"Dispose of these," she ordered Anaya, handing her the pile.
"They'll want them again at the end of their 30 days."
"They won't be needing them again. Discard them." Anaya glanced up
from her terminal, exchanging a look with Nasana. Shepard couldn't
decipher the meaning: clearly there was more going on than met the
eye. Not a good sign. She needed to get her squad out of Nassana's
grip ASAP, and right now she had to admit that playing along was
probably the best way to do it. Still, her stomach turned as Anaya
dumped the pile of clothing into a waste chute.
"Fine. I'll be your goddamn sex slave for 30 days, just let my
companions go."
"Why should I?" Nasana laughed, "Besides, that reminds me..." she bent
over and rustled through a bag Shepard hadn't noticed on the
ground. Heavy metallic objects clinked against one another as she
made her selection.
"Because we're on a mission and people are dying while you play
your dominatrix game." Anaya looked down, obviously uncomfortable with
the situation. Shepard decided to go for broke.
"Anaya, can't we get a deferral or pay a fine or something? You've
heard of the collector attacks. Those deaths are on your hands if you
don't let us get back out there and solve the problem."
Nasana laughed. "You still haven't told me why I should care." Anaya,
without making eye contact, picked up her datapad and left the
room. Shepard slammed her fist against the forcefield, ignoring the
hissing sting as the mass effect fields singed her flesh.
"THEIR DEATHS! YOUR HANDS!" Shepard yelled in frustration, pounding
the forcefield once more before she turned away and began pacing. A
cleared throat interrupted her frump. Nasana gestured to the food box,
which Shepard slammed open and then slammed shut the moment she caught
a glimpse of its contents. Handcuffs, an ankle chain, and a ball
gag. *That asari bitch has serious mental problems if she thinks...*
A high pitched scream cut off her line of thought. Cruelly, Nasana
played with her omni-tool, dragging the intensity meter back and
forth, laughing as Liara's pitch changed with the setting.
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Liara's screams continued. She grabbed the first thing her hand
touched: a bright red ball gag. Eyes on fire, she opened her mouth and
shoved the rubber ball in, wincing at the taste. Her hands trembled
from the urgency as she fastened the strap behind her neck. She
reached back in the box, picking out the ankle cuffs. She bent over
and closed one cuff, then the other. Only a few inches of chain
connected the cuffs -- she maade a note to herself not to lose her
balance. She could still her anguished sobs coming from the other
cell: even now, Nasana wouldn't let up.
Shepard promised herself that Nasana's death would be slow and painful
as she finally picked up the rigid pair of handcuffs and closed it
around one of her writsts.
"Ah," Nasana warned, raising a finger, "hands behind your back."
Shepard quickly complied. A second later, Liara's pained gasps still
echoed around the office. Shepard grunted angrily into her gag,
inclining her head in the direction of Liara's cell.
"All in good time, my dear." Nasana raised her finger again and span
it in a circle. Fuming, Shepard turned around to prove that her hands
were indeed locked together. At long last, Liara went quiet. When Shepard
turned around, Nasana had already moved on to one of the other cells.
A minute later, she reemerged, leading Miranda and Liara behind
her. In her hand, she held a short leash with a controller on the end
that threaded between Liaras legs in order to attach to her
handcuffs. In turn, Liara's collar was connected to Miranda's
cuffs. Both of them were wearing bright red ball gags and ankle chains
of their own. Unfortunately, Shepard was familiar with the setup: any
jerking on the chains -- or with the press of a button on the
controller -- and the entire line of slaves (she couldn't yet bring
herself to admit that she was one) would receive a crippling
shock. She cringed at the sight of her companions in bondage, though
it was not for lack of her own shame.
"Press your cuffs up against the forcefield," ordered Nassana. Shepard
paused, but didn't see any way out of the situation, so she complied,
accidently singing her buttocks in the process. Immediately after the
chain latched on to her cuffs, the force field dropped. Nasana gave
the chain a jerk, causing Shepard to stumble backwards. The asari took
advantage of the opportunity to pass the chain through Shepard's legs
and attach it to the back of Miranda's collar.
"Well then let's get going, shall we?" Nassana pretended to ask the
bound women, smiling at the glares she received. With a tug on Liara's
leash (but thankfully not a shock), she led the bound women out and
into the streets of Illium.
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That's what she told herself, at least. But the truth was, each new debasement hurt her deeply. To see the people she had come to love and respect being stripped of their dignity and converted into playthings for the enjoyment of a sex club's clientele was proving to be one of the worst emotional trauma she had ever experienced. Akuze had left her no stranger to brutality and death but systematic humiliation and abuse were new to her. The obscene sight of phallic machinery ruthlessly claiming her lover's orifices filled Shepard with rage, setting her squirming impotently against her restraints, even moreso than when her own turn came. But the rage soon faded into defeat, and by the time her blue companion screamed from having red-hot rings thrust through her flesh, Shepard found herself reduced to tears. Her own lover was being tortured mere feet away, and she was helpless to do anything about it. By the time she reached the same brutal stage of her preparation, the searing physical pain only served to highlight her own failure.
As the LOKI mech dragged her to the back wall where her companions were waiting, she let out a muffled yell through her ballgag, furious at what she saw. The whore of a reporter had one of Liara's buttocks firmly (painfully, from the looks of it) grasped in her hand and held to the side while she probed the skin between Liara's purple azure and her puckered rosebud. The bitch was searching for her lover's urethra, a place of extraordinary intimacy in asari culture due to the vestigal nerve endings that could be stimulated from within. For a species that no longer reproduced by penetrative sex, the urethral nerve bundle offered the greatest level of physical pleasure attainable without the meld. The difficulty of reaching it and risk of infection lent it an almost legendary status. Asari tended to be fairly open about their sexuality, but the bundle was an exception, the sort of thing only explored by long-term lovers or the kinkiest, most desparate whores. Tears of frustration beaded up in Shepard's eyes as the brunette reporter twisted her little finger into Liara, crudely violating her lover's most private passage in order to satisfy her own casual curiosity.
Liara twisted and turned, but her pitiful struggles and clenching muscles only served to excite Diana Allers. She redoubled her efforts, squatting down slightly to get a better angle. She grunted with exertion as she sunk her finger the rest of the way into Liara's woefully unprepared entryway. Shepard rocked in her bonds at the expression of horrible discomfort haunting her lover's face, wishing for the thousandth time that she could have just a moment of freedom alone with the reporter.
When Allers finally found her mark, Liara went stiff before trembling in the throes of forced extacy. Rage and jealously seethed in Shepard as Liara arched and let her deep blue eyes roll upwards under the intense stimulation. Her shimmering body shuddered and bucked as Allers pushed the naked asari over the edge of an unwelcome orgasm. Liara sagged in her bonds once the contractions finished and moaned in discomfort as Allers withdrew her finger.
Shepard didn't know which was worse: her lover's quiet sobs or the patter of Liara's copious release dripping from her suspended toe to the sterile polymer floor below. When Allers glanced up from her hand and met Shepard's gaze, the former spectre gave the reporter her best death glare. Allers giggled in delight, reveling in her newfound power. She would never have guessed that unleashing her inner sadist could be such a pleasurable experience.
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