Re: Falling Into the Shadow 3/?
anonymous
September 3 2014, 03:07:03 UTC
Liara sniffed in confusion before looking downwards at the wet patch spreading at the junction of Traynor's forcibly spread legs.
"Oh, umm." Liara lowered the pistol and immediately brought her eyes back up to meet Traynor's. For a split second, the asari looked uncertain. Sam hoped it was sympathy. Or pity. She wasn't in a position to be picky. Liara's guard went back up fast enough that she couldn't be sure quite what she had seen.
"But that would be a terrible waste of such a smart and beautiful young communications specialist."
Sam could hardly believe her ears. She likes me? Sam wondered, mentally grasping at the ray of hope offered by a possibility she now felt foolish for not considering. After all, Liara was *her* arch-nemesis, not the other way around. Not really.
"Two, I could put you in cryo-sleep until I retired."
Sam liked the sound of that. It seemed fair enough. More than she was expecting, actually.
"But that might not happen for hundreds of years. Everyone you ever knew would be dead. Your skills would be obsolete. You would be a historical curiosity. An outsider."
"It's bet.. better than one. Number one. I mean." Sam forced a smile. Liara didn't return it.
"Three. You could submit to our control."
"Uhh... Excuse me?" Traynor blinked in surprise. She had likely been reading too many trashy novels of late, because the image that popped into her mind was... surely not what Liara had intended to suggest.
"You could submit sexually to Shepard and I."
Or maybe she wasn't the one who had been reading too much smutty fiction.
"Ha, ummm..." Traynor didn't know what to say. Maybe it was a joke? But this was no joking matter, and Liara wasn't the type for practical humor. She felt a bead of sweat appear on her forehead. She didn't know what to make of it all.
Re: Falling Into the Shadow 5/?
anonymous
September 3 2014, 03:11:19 UTC
"You look surprised. It used to be an asari tradition, you know." Liara circled around the chained comm specialist, dragging a finger across the back of Sam's neck. She shuddered in her bonds. She did know. Or at least she had read a number of less-than-reputable novels with that theme. She hadn't known that it was an actual historical practice. Truth be told, she still doubted it.
"It began with the defeated tribal chieftess Arlaria. Through the ages, queens, even fallen empresses were regularly offered the choice between sexual slavery and death. Many chose death. Some accepted slavery. The level of degradation and humiliation required to... ensure compliance... was extreme. Unpalatable to all but the most submissive of the ancient asari."
Liara was a born lecturer, Sam had to grant her that much. And it was a fascinating subject. Maybe she *should* have taken Asari history back at academy.
Sam gulped as Liara firmly gripped her chin before tilting her head back and ever so slightly to the side, silently demanding that Sam look up at her captor. Her eyes tingled from the dryness, fixed wide open in a mixture of fear and disbelief.
"Fortunately for you, I am not a victorious barbarian queen and I have no pressing need to destroy your political reputation, so we can skip the public humiliation."
Thank god for that, Sam thought to herself, even as a warm shiver in her loins betrayed her hidden desire. She hardly thought twice before accepting Liara's pointer and middle finger into her mouth. She sucked gently on the intruding appendages even as Liara pressed uncomfortably into the back of her tongue, gripping her jaw from within and without. Coherent thought left her as she melted beneath Liara's gaze, warm numbing tingles radiating up through her belly and spine.
"So what will it be?"
Sam sputtered in surprise when Liara withdrew her fingers and broke the spell. She blushed, panting in the suddenly awkward silence. She wished she hadn't let herself drop into subspace. It wasn't a lapse befitting of an Alliance officer. But then, neither were the words she was about to utter.
"I submit."
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And I managed to screw up the numbering not once, but twice. Hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me :P
Please let me know what you think, especially about the character voices. I'm taking Liara's stone-cold-Shadow-Broker persona to the extreme, let me know if I need to switch to her viewpoint or something in order to make her character believable.
Please continue with this. I've been dying for some slave!traynor and this is just what I needed. Also think the voices are spot on, especially Sam's inner voice.
Re: Falling Into the Shadow 5/?
anonymous
November 2 2014, 03:20:05 UTC
A/N: Sorry for abandoning this fill for awhile. Life, y'know. But good news is I'm back! Here goes.
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"I submit." The words echoed through Sam's head. Had she really just said it? The situation was so surreal that she almost managed to convince herself that she had not. But the flames in her groin told another story.
"I was hoping you would," Liara whispered, hot breath blowing gently on Sam's ear, voice dripping with desire. Sam gulped. She should have been terrified, but she felt only excitement. And that terrified her.
"But I digress. Our first order of business should be to get you out of those clothes." Liara's powerful biotics thrummed behind the olive-skinned woman, sending her restraints clanking to the cold metal floor.
"Now stand up and strip for your mistress," Liara ordered. Slowly, almost in a trance, Samantha complied. She began with her damp pants, slipping them down her legs in a hurry so as to more quickly escape her shame. As she stepped out of the pile on the floor, Liara circled back around to her front. She reflexively glanced up at the asari before realizing that Liara was staring intently at the apex of her bare thighs. Blushing furiously, Samantha averted her gaze as she fumbled with the arms of her uniform, successfully pulling it over her head without moving her gaze off the floor. She slipped out of her frilly bra almost as an afterthought, tossing it onto the pile of discarded clothes. Sam's heart raced as she stood completely naked in front of her new mistress, evaporation chilling her thighs as she waited for instruction.
"I will need those too," Liara demanded, holding her hand out. Samantha looked down at her body, puzzled. She wasn't wearing anything! Unless... but surely not, surely Liara had no objection to her keeping her dog tags? She lifted them from their resting place between her breasts, prolonging her movements in hope of hearing a correction from Liara. But no correction came. She lifted the chain over her head and deposited the two metal squares in her mistress's hand, truly upset for the first time since Liara had extended her offer.
"You look surprised. Perhaps I was not as clear as I should have been. When I offered you slavery as an alternative to death, I was not merely requesting romantic favors. I was describing the level of submission I will require to strip you of your ability to damage my operations. You will have to give up your freedom as an independent woman. You will have to give up control over your body, over your life, and over your finances. But you will also have to give up your position as a soldier no matter how central it is to who you are." Liara flattened her hand over Sam's sternum as if to replace the tags she had just taken -- but more importantly, to demonstrate that she understood the gravity of what she was demanding.
Sam felt queasy. On one hand, a good two thirds of her sexual fantasies revolved in some way around the premise of becoming a sex slave. On the other... this was actual slavery Liara was talking about. Her sex didn't seem to care one way or another if the throbbing fire of her arousal was any indication. But perhaps *she* ought to care. Could this kind of life ever really be enough for her? Or should she ask Liara to put her into cryo-sleep after all? What did it say about her that she was giving the prospect of slavery serious consideration?
"Eventually I expect to make frequent use of your professional skillset in my day-to-day operations, but it will take a considerable amount of time and effort on my part to put together a computing environment for you that is both powerful enough to be useful and restricted enough to keep you under my thumb."
"Liara... I mean Mistress, I..." Sam's eyes went wide with the realization that she might have just done something against the rules.
"Can I talk?" she whispered, biting her lip. Liara couldn't help but chuckle.
"Of course."
"I'm sure you've thought of it, but why not just hire me as an assistant? Use an NDA to keep me quiet?" Sam couldn't help but let a sliver of hope spill through in her tone.
"You seem to be forgetting what I do for a living. There isn't a court in the galaxy that would stop you from ratting me out."
Re: Falling Into the Shadow 5/?
anonymous
November 2 2014, 03:22:53 UTC
"Right. I suppose not." Sam's eyes darted back to the floor. Despite Sam's best efforts, Liara had no trouble reading her disappointment. She felt slightly ill at the thought of what she was doing to the poor woman. It was slim comfort that she didn't see a preferable alternative -- it sounded more like a rationalization than anything -- but it was hardly the worst compromise her morals had suffered in her short stint as the Shadow Broker. The silence hung heavily between the two of them before Liara spontaneously drew the shorter woman into a tight embrace and whispered into her ear, emotions bursting through her steely mask.
"None of this is remotely fair to you. I cannot ask for your forgiveness, but I promise that I will do my best to make this... distraction... work for both of us. I promise to care for you. Never be afraid to speak your mind. At worst it will earn you a spanking. The slavery is real, but the sex is just a game. Nod if you understand."
Liara felt Sam move her head in agreement and gently drew back, quietly noting the flutter in her slave's eyes and the sniffle as Sam held back tears. Relief flooded through Liara. Maybe this would work after all. She hugged Sam once more, waiting patiently for the sniffles to disappear and for her breathing to return to normal. This time it was Sam who backed away, her eyes fixed insistently on the floor.
"Now that reminds me," Liara began playfully, guiding Sam's gaze upwards with a gentle tug on her chin, "I still haven't properly punished you for breaking into my office. I think a spanking would do nicely, don't you agree?"
Sam nodded. Spanking didn't sound bad at all. Liara strode over to her chair and span it to face away from her console before sitting down and patting her lap. Sam hesitated for a few seconds before draping herself over the asari's knees, but if Liara noticed she didn't say anything. Sam's heart thumped as she became hyper-aware of her body: of the way the straps on Liara's thigh armor pressed into her belly, of the way that she was entirely nude while her mistress still wore battle armor, of the way the position exposed her sex in addition to her rear. Part of her was glad that the position hid her face; even with her darker skin tone, she doubted Liara would have missed her blush.
Sam jumped as Liara's gloved hand made contact with her bottom, but she forced herself to relax when it became clear that Liara intended to feel, not to spank. The cold, hard touch of the ceramic gauntlet burned its way across her sensitive skin as Liara explored the landscape of her body, gently stroking and grasping as she went. Sam fell back into a submissive trance by the time Liara's gentle touch disappeared, followed a mere second later by a startlingly forceful smack.
Sam yelped at the unexpected burst of pain before moaning at the far more agreeable warmth that followed. This time she noticed when her mistress withdrew her hand and had time to prepare for the strike, emitting only a grunt when Liara smacked her with enough force to push her a few centimeters forward over her mistress's lap. A third and a fourth spank quickly followed, each contributing to the growing glow in Sam's pelvis even as Liara's strokes became progressively harsher and her bottom became progressively sorer. Paradoxically, the periodic slaps infringed less and less on her her mind -- so much so that by the time Liara stopped, Sam was flying deep enough in subspace that she didn't even register Liara's transition from harsh spanking back to gentle rubbing. She absentmindedly rode the rising wave of arousal as Liara's ministrations arced closer and closer to her center, spilling into a subdued orgasm mere seconds after Liara reached her target.
Sam sighed. She swam slowly back to reality, grounded by her mistress's gentle touch. Shadows of unease still flickered through her mind but they no longer stabbed at her heart. Liara had promised to care, and at the moment Sam was inclined to believe her. Life as Liara's slave wasn't shaping up to be so bad after all.
Re: Falling Into the Shadow 5/?
anonymous
November 4 2014, 05:53:55 UTC
Yay update! Seeing updates to (good) seemingly-abandoned fics is like getting Christmas presents in May: totally unexpected but totally appreciated.
Might I make a formatting suggestion? Reply to the same comment for all of your updates. That way, it doesn't indent more and more until update 30 is a really narrow vertical strip of text. Also, it's easier for readers to figure out which posts are updates versus comments, even if your numbering keeps saying part 5 :P
"Oh, umm." Liara lowered the pistol and immediately brought her eyes back up to meet Traynor's. For a split second, the asari looked uncertain. Sam hoped it was sympathy. Or pity. She wasn't in a position to be picky. Liara's guard went back up fast enough that she couldn't be sure quite what she had seen.
"But that would be a terrible waste of such a smart and beautiful young communications specialist."
Sam could hardly believe her ears. She likes me? Sam wondered, mentally grasping at the ray of hope offered by a possibility she now felt foolish for not considering. After all, Liara was *her* arch-nemesis, not the other way around. Not really.
"Two, I could put you in cryo-sleep until I retired."
Sam liked the sound of that. It seemed fair enough. More than she was expecting, actually.
"But that might not happen for hundreds of years. Everyone you ever knew would be dead. Your skills would be obsolete. You would be a historical curiosity. An outsider."
"It's bet.. better than one. Number one. I mean." Sam forced a smile. Liara didn't return it.
"Three. You could submit to our control."
"Uhh... Excuse me?" Traynor blinked in surprise. She had likely been reading too many trashy novels of late, because the image that popped into her mind was... surely not what Liara had intended to suggest.
"You could submit sexually to Shepard and I."
Or maybe she wasn't the one who had been reading too much smutty fiction.
"Ha, ummm..." Traynor didn't know what to say. Maybe it was a joke? But this was no joking matter, and Liara wasn't the type for practical humor. She felt a bead of sweat appear on her forehead. She didn't know what to make of it all.
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"It began with the defeated tribal chieftess Arlaria. Through the ages, queens, even fallen empresses were regularly offered the choice between sexual slavery and death. Many chose death. Some accepted slavery. The level of degradation and humiliation required to... ensure compliance... was extreme. Unpalatable to all but the most submissive of the ancient asari."
Liara was a born lecturer, Sam had to grant her that much. And it was a fascinating subject. Maybe she *should* have taken Asari history back at academy.
Sam gulped as Liara firmly gripped her chin before tilting her head back and ever so slightly to the side, silently demanding that Sam look up at her captor. Her eyes tingled from the dryness, fixed wide open in a mixture of fear and disbelief.
"Fortunately for you, I am not a victorious barbarian queen and I have no pressing need to destroy your political reputation, so we can skip the public humiliation."
Thank god for that, Sam thought to herself, even as a warm shiver in her loins betrayed her hidden desire. She hardly thought twice before accepting Liara's pointer and middle finger into her mouth. She sucked gently on the intruding appendages even as Liara pressed uncomfortably into the back of her tongue, gripping her jaw from within and without. Coherent thought left her as she melted beneath Liara's gaze, warm numbing tingles radiating up through her belly and spine.
"So what will it be?"
Sam sputtered in surprise when Liara withdrew her fingers and broke the spell. She blushed, panting in the suddenly awkward silence. She wished she hadn't let herself drop into subspace. It wasn't a lapse befitting of an Alliance officer. But then, neither were the words she was about to utter.
"I submit."
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And I managed to screw up the numbering not once, but twice. Hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me :P
Please let me know what you think, especially about the character voices. I'm taking Liara's stone-cold-Shadow-Broker persona to the extreme, let me know if I need to switch to her viewpoint or something in order to make her character believable.
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"I submit." The words echoed through Sam's head. Had she really just said it? The situation was so surreal that she almost managed to convince herself that she had not. But the flames in her groin told another story.
"I was hoping you would," Liara whispered, hot breath blowing gently on Sam's ear, voice dripping with desire. Sam gulped. She should have been terrified, but she felt only excitement. And that terrified her.
"But I digress. Our first order of business should be to get you out of those clothes." Liara's powerful biotics thrummed behind the olive-skinned woman, sending her restraints clanking to the cold metal floor.
"Now stand up and strip for your mistress," Liara ordered. Slowly, almost in a trance, Samantha complied. She began with her damp pants, slipping them down her legs in a hurry so as to more quickly escape her shame. As she stepped out of the pile on the floor, Liara circled back around to her front. She reflexively glanced up at the asari before realizing that Liara was staring intently at the apex of her bare thighs. Blushing furiously, Samantha averted her gaze as she fumbled with the arms of her uniform, successfully pulling it over her head without moving her gaze off the floor. She slipped out of her frilly bra almost as an afterthought, tossing it onto the pile of discarded clothes. Sam's heart raced as she stood completely naked in front of her new mistress, evaporation chilling her thighs as she waited for instruction.
"I will need those too," Liara demanded, holding her hand out. Samantha looked down at her body, puzzled. She wasn't wearing anything! Unless... but surely not, surely Liara had no objection to her keeping her dog tags? She lifted them from their resting place between her breasts, prolonging her movements in hope of hearing a correction from Liara. But no correction came. She lifted the chain over her head and deposited the two metal squares in her mistress's hand, truly upset for the first time since Liara had extended her offer.
"You look surprised. Perhaps I was not as clear as I should have been. When I offered you slavery as an alternative to death, I was not merely requesting romantic favors. I was describing the level of submission I will require to strip you of your ability to damage my operations. You will have to give up your freedom as an independent woman. You will have to give up control over your body, over your life, and over your finances. But you will also have to give up your position as a soldier no matter how central it is to who you are." Liara flattened her hand over Sam's sternum as if to replace the tags she had just taken -- but more importantly, to demonstrate that she understood the gravity of what she was demanding.
Sam felt queasy. On one hand, a good two thirds of her sexual fantasies revolved in some way around the premise of becoming a sex slave. On the other... this was actual slavery Liara was talking about. Her sex didn't seem to care one way or another if the throbbing fire of her arousal was any indication. But perhaps *she* ought to care. Could this kind of life ever really be enough for her? Or should she ask Liara to put her into cryo-sleep after all? What did it say about her that she was giving the prospect of slavery serious consideration?
"Eventually I expect to make frequent use of your professional skillset in my day-to-day operations, but it will take a considerable amount of time and effort on my part to put together a computing environment for you that is both powerful enough to be useful and restricted enough to keep you under my thumb."
"Liara... I mean Mistress, I..." Sam's eyes went wide with the realization that she might have just done something against the rules.
"Can I talk?" she whispered, biting her lip. Liara couldn't help but chuckle.
"Of course."
"I'm sure you've thought of it, but why not just hire me as an assistant? Use an NDA to keep me quiet?" Sam couldn't help but let a sliver of hope spill through in her tone.
"You seem to be forgetting what I do for a living. There isn't a court in the galaxy that would stop you from ratting me out."
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"None of this is remotely fair to you. I cannot ask for your forgiveness, but I promise that I will do my best to make this... distraction... work for both of us. I promise to care for you. Never be afraid to speak your mind. At worst it will earn you a spanking. The slavery is real, but the sex is just a game. Nod if you understand."
Liara felt Sam move her head in agreement and gently drew back, quietly noting the flutter in her slave's eyes and the sniffle as Sam held back tears. Relief flooded through Liara. Maybe this would work after all. She hugged Sam once more, waiting patiently for the sniffles to disappear and for her breathing to return to normal. This time it was Sam who backed away, her eyes fixed insistently on the floor.
"Now that reminds me," Liara began playfully, guiding Sam's gaze upwards with a gentle tug on her chin, "I still haven't properly punished you for breaking into my office. I think a spanking would do nicely, don't you agree?"
Sam nodded. Spanking didn't sound bad at all. Liara strode over to her chair and span it to face away from her console before sitting down and patting her lap. Sam hesitated for a few seconds before draping herself over the asari's knees, but if Liara noticed she didn't say anything. Sam's heart thumped as she became hyper-aware of her body: of the way the straps on Liara's thigh armor pressed into her belly, of the way that she was entirely nude while her mistress still wore battle armor, of the way the position exposed her sex in addition to her rear. Part of her was glad that the position hid her face; even with her darker skin tone, she doubted Liara would have missed her blush.
Sam jumped as Liara's gloved hand made contact with her bottom, but she forced herself to relax when it became clear that Liara intended to feel, not to spank. The cold, hard touch of the ceramic gauntlet burned its way across her sensitive skin as Liara explored the landscape of her body, gently stroking and grasping as she went. Sam fell back into a submissive trance by the time Liara's gentle touch disappeared, followed a mere second later by a startlingly forceful smack.
Sam yelped at the unexpected burst of pain before moaning at the far more agreeable warmth that followed. This time she noticed when her mistress withdrew her hand and had time to prepare for the strike, emitting only a grunt when Liara smacked her with enough force to push her a few centimeters forward over her mistress's lap. A third and a fourth spank quickly followed, each contributing to the growing glow in Sam's pelvis even as Liara's strokes became progressively harsher and her bottom became progressively sorer. Paradoxically, the periodic slaps infringed less and less on her her mind -- so much so that by the time Liara stopped, Sam was flying deep enough in subspace that she didn't even register Liara's transition from harsh spanking back to gentle rubbing. She absentmindedly rode the rising wave of arousal as Liara's ministrations arced closer and closer to her center, spilling into a subdued orgasm mere seconds after Liara reached her target.
Sam sighed. She swam slowly back to reality, grounded by her mistress's gentle touch. Shadows of unease still flickered through her mind but they no longer stabbed at her heart. Liara had promised to care, and at the moment Sam was inclined to believe her. Life as Liara's slave wasn't shaping up to be so bad after all.
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Hot as heck. Looking forward to more.
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Might I make a formatting suggestion? Reply to the same comment for all of your updates. That way, it doesn't indent more and more until update 30 is a really narrow vertical strip of text. Also, it's easier for readers to figure out which posts are updates versus comments, even if your numbering keeps saying part 5 :P
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