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.
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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