Re: Absolute Power: 1/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:13:07 UTC
Liara yawned, sliding her naked buttocks forward over her leather-padded custom-built seat as she stretched her arms. With a languid poke at the screen in front of her, she flicked through her calendar in search of urgent tasks. Satisfied that the Shadow Broker network could do without her for a few hours, she slipped out of her chair and padded across the cavernous control center, leaving a trail of thick, gooey globs of spunk on the floor as her oversized cock swung back and forth to the rhythm of her footsteps.
With an imperious swipe of her omni-tool, the massive steel blast doors leading to the prison block ground open, and Liara strode through, unperturbed as it clanged shut behind her. A red hologram signified that her personal authorization code would be required to re-open nigh-impenetrable portal. What the red hologram *didn't* mention was that a slightly different code would flood the entire section of the ship with anesthetic gas -- a very special anesthetic gas to which Liara had genetically spliced immunity.
It was a crude but effective system. Not only would it effortlessly contain the most violent of prison riots, but it also allowed Liara to walk among her subjects without fear of assault. Any attempt at coercing the codes from Liara would allow her to release the anesthetic and any attempt to kill her would seal the captives inside the prison, dooming them to slow starvation. Liara was in complete control, and in the decades following the reaper war she had learned how to fully exploit her position to sate her dark desires.
Liara surveyed the walls of the airlock, her eyes wandering thoughtfully between rows of whips, riding crops, dildos, gags, and other sundry bondage equipment as she pondered the infinite variety of perverse sexual pleasures at her disposal. Eventually settling on a simple riding crop and a somewhat less traditional gag harness, Liara removed her chosen toys from the wall and activated her omni-tool once again. The hologram on the inner blast door flashed green as it hissed open. With a smirk, she sashayed into the sparsely lit room beyond.
Liara strode past the row of varren cages resting on the floor, running the tip of her crop over the bars of each cage as she passed. They weren't true varren cages; the bars were far too thin, and although they offered an excellent view of the cages' inhabitants, they would not hold a beast from the Tuchanka deserts for long. But then again, they did not need to. The pets favored by the young Shadow Broker had smaller claws, fewer fangs, and a better grasp of the consequences of disobedience.
Liara let her eyes feast on each in turn. A purple-skinned asari, shifting from a curled-up position on her cage floor as if she were just waking from sleep. A pale blue-skinned asari, lapping water from her bowl. A human female, leaning against the side of her cage, keeping close track of Liara without looking directly at her. A drell female, flustered and crouched in the corner of her cage, staring with wide eyes at her captor before quickly glancing away the moment they made eye contact. Liara's eyes twinkled as she unabashedly stroked her member, drinking in the Drell's humiliation.
New captives always took a few months to adjust to their new lifestyle. In all probability, Tala'Kira -- no, Liara corrected herself, squinting at the nameplate above the cage door -- Frog Tits had been either masturbating or relieving herself before Liara walked in. No matter, she would watch the surveillance videos later. Maybe she would have Frog Tits eat her out while she was doing it. Hopefully Liara could get her to blush that pretty iridescent green color again.
Re: Absolute Power: 2/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:13:37 UTC
But that wasn't why she was here. Now that she had worked her massive member into a throbbing erection, she strode purposefully to the opposite end of the narrow chamber, ignoring Urz's exaggerated whimper without so much as a sideways glance. She felt pity for the beast, she really did, but he ate better than anyone else in the cell block even after Shepard put him on his diet. She hadn't been planning to say anything lest her favorite slave interpret it as an order, but she was grateful that the retired Spectre understood that her pet required a certain amount of vigor in order to perform his... duties.
At last she arrived at the end of the chamber where a blue-skinned asari with pink facial tattoos knelt beneath a pair of spotlights, her ankles and wrists shackled to the floor and wall respectively. Liara looked down in disgust at the pouting matriarch. It was ironic -- only a few decades earlier, Shepard had saved this Matriarh's life during the Battle of the Citadel and earned her "enduring gratitude." If only she had remembered her promise during the vote to declassify the Asari's cache of Prothean artifacts, she could have lived out her life in peace. Instead, she would now live it as a slave. A slave who would be punished mercilessly for disobedience.
"Why are you being punished, slave?" Liara placed her crop beneath Lidanya's chin, tilting her head upwards.
"B.. Because I refused an order. Mistress."
Thwack went the crop as Liara raised a welt on the side of the trembling matriarch's face.
"You are my slave. I own you. And I have made it clear that when you speak, you are to be explicit about your duties. Your only purpose in life now is to lick, suck, and fuck for my enjoyment. Your useless euphemisms will not change that. Try again."
"I refused to... to lick, umm, your, ass. Mistress."
Thwack.
"I did not ask you to lick my ass, you silly little whore. Be. More Specific." Liara punctuated her latest command with swats to alternating sides of Lidanya's head. Her eyes darted back and forth in panic until Liara saw understanding spread across her face.
"I refused to lick your asshole, mistress."
"Yes, you did. Would you refuse again, slave?"
"No mistress!" Liara thought Lidanya's look was a little too earnest.
"Very well. I will give you a chance to redeem yourself." Liara unlocked one of the cage doors with a gesture of her omni-tool. She raised her voice to address the purple-skinned asari that crawled out.
"Over here, Cunt Slime. Position two. Now."
The asari picked up her pace but remained on all fours as she crawled to her mistress. Liara couldn't help but feel a touch of pride. Cunt Slime had been her first true slave. She had been a nightmare to capture and a hassle to train, but after Aria T'Loak had reneged on her promise to supply the allied fleets with reinforcements during the Reaper war, a message had to be sent. One did not simply cross the Shadow Broker and get away with it. It took months of cruel electroshock punishments before she agreed to record the humiliating apology Liara had prepared, and another two weeks before she agreed to do it in the nude while Urz had his way with her. The video still held the Galaxy-wide record for largest number of downloads.
She had Shepard to blame for putting the idea in her head. Even though the fiery Spectre preferred to be on the bottom, her mind was a never-ending spring of delightfully perverse thoughts. Somewhere between their frequent melds and imaginative pillow-talk Shepard's inner demons had found kinship in the dark recesses of Liara's mind, and the rest was history. Liara couldn't have been happier with the result. A familiar fire spread through her loins as she watched Aria / Cunt Slime turn around to face away from her and bend forward, freeing her arms so that she could spread her purple ass cheeks.
Re: Absolute Power: 3/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:14:16 UTC
Liara dug through her "toy cart," casually draping a number of heavy cables tipped with alligator clamps over the side before lifting out a bottle of lube and dropping a glob in her hand. She smirked at Lidanya's horrified expression as she worked her hand up and down her veined blue shaft, coating it thoroughly in lube as the pink-tatooed asari worried over the implied threat of the alligator clamps. Liara wondered if if it would be enough to persuade her to do what she had in mind. Either way, Liara looked forward to the result.
Aria gasped in anticipation as Liara began to smear the tip of her phallus up and down the ex-Queen's ass crack, spreading lube all around her puckered hole. With a grunt, Liara leaned forward to grasp Aria's hips and began to slowly but relentlessly penetrate her purple-skinned slave. Cunt Slime moaned as her mistress's massive cock painfully stretched her sphincter, impaling her deeper and deeper. She hissed and wiggled in discomfort as Liara's rigid shaft snaked through her intestine, invading to depths that her body struggled to accommodate. She sighed in relief when her mistress finally bottomed out, oversized testicles smacking against her sex.
She knew her mistress was far from finished with her, but she still cried out in displeasure when Liara began to slowly piston in and out of her back passage. She tried to ignore the built-up glob of lube accumulating around her asshole as it began to slide down her sex and drip onto the floor, but her memories of the last time Liara had forced her to clean up were too strong. She retched in misery as the heavy petrochemical smell reached her nostrils. Liara either didn't notice or didn't care -- she worked up to a furious pace, grunting in time with her thrusts as her balls slapped the broken, submissive asari bent over before her. Aria squirmed in misery as her asshole burned from the abuse, but her grip on her asscheeks remained firm. She was all too familiar with the punishment that awaited her should she neglect to keep herself spread for her mistress.
Just a little while longer, she thought to herself as Liara's cries crescendoed into an animalistic howl. Her mistress's thrusts deepened and she felt Liara's cock swell and throb inside her back passage, preparing to dispense its load. With one final shove of her hips, Liara bottomed out and Aria felt a torrent of warmth deep within her bowels. Liara let out a quavering moan as her slave contracted around her as if trying to draw forth the last spurt of semen from her oversized, genetically enhanced cock. Liara propped herself up with a hand on Cunt Slime's ass as she panted from exertion. With a disgusting slurp, Liara gradually withdrew her flaccid snake from Aria's behind until with a lewd pop it dropped out and swung gently between her legs. She watched closely as her slave's sphincter contracted over the voluminous pool of frothy spunk she had left behind.
"Very good, Cunt Slime," she reassured her pet, tapping her gently on the behind with her crop.
"Now why don't you give Lidanya here a taste?"
Liara almost giggled with glee as a look of horror spread across her newest slave's face. Without a moment of hesitation, Aria shuffled backwards, crawling on all fours until her bottom pressed against Lidanya's mouth. Liara watched intently as the matriarch scrunched her nose in disgust, rotating so that Aria's ass pressed against her cheek. As Aria bore down, a small trickle of spunk emerged from her puckered entrance to run down the side of the trapped asari's face. No, Liara thought to herself, that won't do at all.
"Stop!" Liara shouted, triggering fearful shuffling in the cages behind her.
"I thought you promised not to refuse."
"That was before you... you... how..." Liara furiously pressed a key on her omni-tool, opening the door to a second cage as Lidanya sputtered her excuses.
"Wrinkle Lips, over here. Position 6. Show this slut how it's done!"
Re: Absolute Power: 3/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:14:38 UTC
Although Liara made for a very convincing infuriated mistress, the truth was that her inner sadist was doing backflips. It was always a pleasure to watch the disciplined ex-justicar debase herself.
Liara had first captured Samara after the Order of the Justicars put out a hit on the huntress for the "crime" of facilitating a prison-break at her daughters' new "settlement camp." She could hardly blame the tortured mother, and had in fact planned on releasing her after explaining the need for secrecy regarding her identity as the Shadow Broker. Samara would only have been the fourth free entity in the universe trusted with that secret beside herself, Shepard, and EDI. Liara was quite willing to take the risk in order to help an old friend.
But the Justicar was not content with parting ways and accepting Liara's generosity. She broke free from her prison and made a beeline for Liara's command center. Shepard tried to defend her mistress with an ill-advised vanguard charge made in the nude and wound up with a shattered spine as the ancient warrior effortlessly redirected her mass-effect tunnel into a biotic push of bone-crushing power.
For the next hour, Liara forced herself to ignore her lover's pained cries as the auto-cannons whittled down the Justicar's reserves. Her rechargeable shield proved to be invaluable, and in the end it was only the older asari's singleminded persistence that was her downfall. It was all she could manage to not mangle Samar's unconscious body. After stabilizing Shepard with omni-gel and dumping the asari warrior in the prison block, she personally rushed Shepard to the nearest hospital, jeopardizing her entire operation in the process.
After a harrowing week of alternating between worrying at Shepard's side and rushing calls to her network from the Women's bathroom, she returned to her vessel determined to execute the Justicar before her increasingly perverse imagination came up with a more creative punishment. As usual, Shepard was the downfall of her good intentions. What started as a therapeutic meld based on the principle of replaying painful memories and overcoming them together quickly went sideways when Shepard couldn't keep herself from interrupting with thoughts about what Samara's "hot sweaty bod" looked like under her Justicar leathers. Their collective anger, lust, and sadistic desires mixed together until they found themselves jointly picturing what Samara's hot, sweaty bod would look like on the old Broker's electro-torture rack. Before long they had the chance to enjoy what Samara's actual hot sweaty bod looked like on the Broker's actual electro-torture rack.
Samara had broken relatively quickly. Suspiciously quickly. Liara put her through increasingly disgusting and perverse sexual torments, fully intent on revealing the woman's fraud, until Shepard reined her in one day. Either Samara had been able to handle everything that Liara could dish out or, as Shepard believed, her intense training and discipline at the hand of the Justicars simply allowed her to adjust to and accept her new life more rapidly. Nearly two decades had passed since then and while Liara still harbored the occasional suspicion she was quite content to take advantage of the Justicar's submission. Despite her slave name "Wrinkle Lips," her supple but shapely curves made her body one of Liara's favorites, as the Broker was reminded when Wrinkle Lips crawled past and rolled onto her back, mouth open, in the location that Liara had pointed to with her crop. Liara paused for a second to take in the sight her slave's massive tits and lithe, pale-blue torso.
Re: Absolute Power: 5/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:15:14 UTC
"Cunt Slime, share your load with Wrinkle Lips. You have permission to crouch." Liara loved watching her slaves crawl, but she loved watching this even more. The justicar didn't even flinch as Aria crouched above her, bearing down to expel Liara's semen directly into Samara's mouth in a flurry of obscene wet noises. Liara stroked her growing cock to the delightfully perverse scene of Samara's mouth filling with the foul ejaculate even as the occasional spray sent the white liquid away from its target and onto Samara's face or Aria's thighs. She almost had a second orgasm when Samara swallowed the load as Aria finished and dropped back down into a crawling position.
"I didn't say you could swallow, but I appreciate your initiative. Clean Aria off and maybe I will forgive you."
Without hesitation, the Justicar rose to her knees and plunged her face between Aria's buttocks, lapping stoically at the purple ass and thighs before her. Liara took the opportunity to swat a few times at Samara's supple ass cheeks with her crop, practicing her swing. She managed to raise welts with each stroke but Wrinkle Lips never so much as flinched. Liara had long since gotten over letting the ex-Justicar's self-control get to her. Or so she told herself.
"That will be satisfactory. Wrinkle Lips, position 6. Cunt Slime, wire up our guest."
Liara waited for Samara to get in position before lowering herself down to sit upon the older woman's breasts. A twitch of sadistic delight ran up her cock as a pained expression flashed over the Justicar's face. Liara loved this position: she could torture the justicar's jealously-inspiring tits, she could watch her chiseled face for the slightest flinch, and she could directly feel Samara's laborious breaths beneath her buttocks. Liara stroked her throbbing erection, taking delight in the justicar's hardship and the scene unfolding in front of her between Aria and Lidanya.
The restrained matriarch gulped in panicked fear as the broken ex-Queen of Omega lifted a control unit out of Liara's cart and set it in front of her. Taking hold of the alligator clamps, she stuck a hand between Lidanya's forcefully spread legs, expertly peeling her outer lips away from her vulva before snapping one clamp shut on each fold of flesh. Lidanya shouted out and rocked back and forth in her bonds, hardly able to believe what was happening to her. The motion of her hips made for a challenging target, but Aria was an expert, having been both torturer and torturee countless times over. She managed to catch Lidanya on the first try, this time snapping clamps onto her inner labia.
Lidanya howled and hopped up and down as much as her bonds would allow, tensing her thighs in a futile reflexive attempt to shield her sex from further assault. But it was not her sex that Aria attacked next; she brought clamps up to Lidanya's nipples one at a time, teasing them into rigid points before letting the metallic jaws close. Lidanya hissed between her teeth as she realized her predicament: breathing made the pain worse. Any further protests were cut short when Aria shoved a large metal-and-rubber phallus into her mouth, buckling the strap firmly at the base of her fronds before connecting the final alligator clamp to a screw in the front of the terrified asari's gag.
"Turn it on," commanded Liara, stroking her cock at an increasing rate as Lidanya's impending torture neared. The mechanical click of a switch thundered through the silence a moment before Lidanya tensed, screaming into her gag. Liara shuddered in pleasure.
"Cunt Slime, get your mouth over here" Liara ordered, shuddering once again as purple lips wrapped around her ballsack, gently sucking and stroking with her tongue as Liara approached climax. Liara tipped over the edge as the computer hit her bound victim with a second round of shocks. Cum launched from the tip of her erection, splattering up her belly, across her tits, and even onto her jaw. Her moth opened in a wide "O" as she rode the wave of pleasure, licking greedily at the spunk which landed in her mouth. She gave herself a moment to catch her breath before sliding off of Samara's chest onto the floor.
Re: Absolute Power: 6/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:15:38 UTC
"Cunt Slime, you have been a very good slut today. Mistress is pleased. Come claim your meal, you eared it."
Aria crawled eagerly towards her mistress and began to lick at the semen dripping down her cheek. Liara wiped the tip of her cock with her pointer finger, holding the globule out to Samara, who started lapping away with a distant expression in her eyes. Liara sometimes wondered what it was like for her slaves to survive on their cum diets alone. True, her ejaculate had been specially engineered for precisely that purpose, and true, she could taste it herself, but she wondered what it felt like to eat nothing else for decades in a row. Aside from her melds with Shepard, whose palate was decidedly alien, she would never know. Her experienced slaves did a good job of hiding their revulsion, but the severe reactions of her new slaves betrayed the experience as decidedly unpleasant. All the more reason to do it.
As Aria finished lapping up her meal, Liara reached back to grab the gag harness she had selected on the way in. She teased the Justicar's mouth open with her fingers before inserting the metallic loop that would keep her jaws spread apart. She carefully buckled the straps behind the elder asari's fronds before grasping the back of Aria's neck and guiding her into a kissing position, gently forcing her mouth over the other half of the metallic gag. She raised her voice to talk above the electrocuted asari's intermittent muffled shouts as she fastened the strap behind Aria's neck.
"When I get back, I want you two to tell me which tastes better, cum licked off my chest, or cum eaten out of Cunt Slime's ass. I expect you both to agree, otherwise I might have to resort to further... team building activities." Liara smirked maliciously as she dug her fingernails into Samara and Aria's nipples before standing up and leaving the three asari to their own devices.
Liara mulled over the question of how long to let Lidanya suffer as she entered the access codes to lock the inner door of the prison block and open the outer door. A few hours would probably suffice. This was her first treatment, after all.
A beautiful sight greeted Liara when the outer doors opened to reveal her lover kneeling down on all fours, licking up the last of the trail of precum she had left during her stroll to the prison block. Liara cooed with delight and reached down to pat her slave's head, taking care to avoid the frilly headdress that was part of Shepard's "French Maid" outfit. It had grown on her over the years -- at first it was merely something she dug out of Shepard's imagination, one of the few outfits still able to humiliate her incorrigible lover. Over time Liara had grown fond of what it represented, if not the design of the ridiculous frills themselves. Shepard's choice to retire from her life of soldiering and spend the rest of her days as Liara's pleasure slave was the Broker's most cherished gift. The sight of her lover running her tongue along the floor, green eyes aflame with desire, while dressed in such... domestic... attire rekindled the flame in her loins, stoking it to new depths of desire. Liara was not sure how much energy she had left, but she would do her best to take advantage of it.
She circled around Shepard, humming in agreement at the site of her lover's exposed rear, which the frilly outfit managed to not cover the slightest fraction of in this position. As Shepard lapped away, Liara reached forward to part her lover's cheeks and smear her precum over her lover's exposed rosebud. She began to push her way in. Shepard moaned in delight, pushing back with her hips to help Liara penetrate her.
"What would I do without you, my little Fireslut?" Liara wondered out loud. Shepard merely moaned in reply, unwilling to abandon her duties to answer a rhetorical question.
Re: Absolute Power: 7/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 16:16:13 UTC
"Ohhhhh, yes, that will do nicely. Ooooo..." Liara hummed as she sank into her lover's upturned behind. There was no need to feign cold indifference out here. She thrust in and out of Shepard's ass a few times before coming to a lazy climax and depositing a small load within her lover's rear. Shepard moaned in approval, shifting to disappointment as Liara withdrew her member. Liara was spent, and by the looks of it Shepard had finished with her duties. As if on cue, Liara's stomach rumbled.
"I think I will take dinner early, today. You have..." Liara checked her timepiece, "almost an hour before feeding and litterbox duty. It should be enough if you hurry."
With a squeak, Shepard lept to her feet and made to rush for the kitchenette.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Liara teased, eying the toy rom pointedly. With a grunt of acknowledgement, Shepard plodded over to the toy wall, grabbed a large red ball gag, and inserted it into her mouth before buckling it behind her head. She then darted back off to her original destination.
Liara smiled to herself. She didn't really have any problem with Shepard sneaking scraps behind her back as she cooked for Liara, but she had to maintain appearances. She was the only one on the Shadow Broker vessel allowed to eat real food. Everyone else, Shepard included, had to derive sustenance entirely from the emissions of Liara's genetically engineered member. It was a demanding practice. Liara had to constantly down nutrient pellets, even between the feasts Shepard cooked for her, and her testicles would ache if she went more than an hour between fucking her pets or letting Shepard milk her into a receptacle for their later consumption. But it was worth it.
Liara idly stroked her member as she chased after Shepard. After all, she would be remiss in her duties as a mistress if she let her slave go about her duties unmolested. She smirked. Oh yes, it was good to be the Shadow Broker.
Re: Absolute Power: 7/7
anonymous
September 21 2014, 21:27:47 UTC
Nice work, A!A. After so many prompts asking for some hot futa!Liara action, finally glad to see somebody take the subject on, and do it really well. And as a big fan of MC stories, the concept of Shepard "corrupting" Liara with her dirty fantasies during melds is right up my alley.
If you decide to do some more with this scenario, I for one would gobble it up. But even if it just remains a stand-alone, it's damn good stuff.
With an imperious swipe of her omni-tool, the massive steel blast doors leading to the prison block ground open, and Liara strode through, unperturbed as it clanged shut behind her. A red hologram signified that her personal authorization code would be required to re-open nigh-impenetrable portal. What the red hologram *didn't* mention was that a slightly different code would flood the entire section of the ship with anesthetic gas -- a very special anesthetic gas to which Liara had genetically spliced immunity.
It was a crude but effective system. Not only would it effortlessly contain the most violent of prison riots, but it also allowed Liara to walk among her subjects without fear of assault. Any attempt at coercing the codes from Liara would allow her to release the anesthetic and any attempt to kill her would seal the captives inside the prison, dooming them to slow starvation. Liara was in complete control, and in the decades following the reaper war she had learned how to fully exploit her position to sate her dark desires.
Liara surveyed the walls of the airlock, her eyes wandering thoughtfully between rows of whips, riding crops, dildos, gags, and other sundry bondage equipment as she pondered the infinite variety of perverse sexual pleasures at her disposal. Eventually settling on a simple riding crop and a somewhat less traditional gag harness, Liara removed her chosen toys from the wall and activated her omni-tool once again. The hologram on the inner blast door flashed green as it hissed open. With a smirk, she sashayed into the sparsely lit room beyond.
Liara strode past the row of varren cages resting on the floor, running the tip of her crop over the bars of each cage as she passed. They weren't true varren cages; the bars were far too thin, and although they offered an excellent view of the cages' inhabitants, they would not hold a beast from the Tuchanka deserts for long. But then again, they did not need to. The pets favored by the young Shadow Broker had smaller claws, fewer fangs, and a better grasp of the consequences of disobedience.
Liara let her eyes feast on each in turn. A purple-skinned asari, shifting from a curled-up position on her cage floor as if she were just waking from sleep. A pale blue-skinned asari, lapping water from her bowl. A human female, leaning against the side of her cage, keeping close track of Liara without looking directly at her. A drell female, flustered and crouched in the corner of her cage, staring with wide eyes at her captor before quickly glancing away the moment they made eye contact. Liara's eyes twinkled as she unabashedly stroked her member, drinking in the Drell's humiliation.
New captives always took a few months to adjust to their new lifestyle. In all probability, Tala'Kira -- no, Liara corrected herself, squinting at the nameplate above the cage door -- Frog Tits had been either masturbating or relieving herself before Liara walked in. No matter, she would watch the surveillance videos later. Maybe she would have Frog Tits eat her out while she was doing it. Hopefully Liara could get her to blush that pretty iridescent green color again.
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At last she arrived at the end of the chamber where a blue-skinned asari with pink facial tattoos knelt beneath a pair of spotlights, her ankles and wrists shackled to the floor and wall respectively. Liara looked down in disgust at the pouting matriarch. It was ironic -- only a few decades earlier, Shepard had saved this Matriarh's life during the Battle of the Citadel and earned her "enduring gratitude." If only she had remembered her promise during the vote to declassify the Asari's cache of Prothean artifacts, she could have lived out her life in peace. Instead, she would now live it as a slave. A slave who would be punished mercilessly for disobedience.
"Why are you being punished, slave?" Liara placed her crop beneath Lidanya's chin, tilting her head upwards.
"B.. Because I refused an order. Mistress."
Thwack went the crop as Liara raised a welt on the side of the trembling matriarch's face.
"You are my slave. I own you. And I have made it clear that when you speak, you are to be explicit about your duties. Your only purpose in life now is to lick, suck, and fuck for my enjoyment. Your useless euphemisms will not change that. Try again."
"I refused to... to lick, umm, your, ass. Mistress."
Thwack.
"I did not ask you to lick my ass, you silly little whore. Be. More Specific." Liara punctuated her latest command with swats to alternating sides of Lidanya's head. Her eyes darted back and forth in panic until Liara saw understanding spread across her face.
"I refused to lick your asshole, mistress."
"Yes, you did. Would you refuse again, slave?"
"No mistress!" Liara thought Lidanya's look was a little too earnest.
"Very well. I will give you a chance to redeem yourself." Liara unlocked one of the cage doors with a gesture of her omni-tool. She raised her voice to address the purple-skinned asari that crawled out.
"Over here, Cunt Slime. Position two. Now."
The asari picked up her pace but remained on all fours as she crawled to her mistress. Liara couldn't help but feel a touch of pride. Cunt Slime had been her first true slave. She had been a nightmare to capture and a hassle to train, but after Aria T'Loak had reneged on her promise to supply the allied fleets with reinforcements during the Reaper war, a message had to be sent. One did not simply cross the Shadow Broker and get away with it. It took months of cruel electroshock punishments before she agreed to record the humiliating apology Liara had prepared, and another two weeks before she agreed to do it in the nude while Urz had his way with her. The video still held the Galaxy-wide record for largest number of downloads.
She had Shepard to blame for putting the idea in her head. Even though the fiery Spectre preferred to be on the bottom, her mind was a never-ending spring of delightfully perverse thoughts. Somewhere between their frequent melds and imaginative pillow-talk Shepard's inner demons had found kinship in the dark recesses of Liara's mind, and the rest was history. Liara couldn't have been happier with the result. A familiar fire spread through her loins as she watched Aria / Cunt Slime turn around to face away from her and bend forward, freeing her arms so that she could spread her purple ass cheeks.
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Aria gasped in anticipation as Liara began to smear the tip of her phallus up and down the ex-Queen's ass crack, spreading lube all around her puckered hole. With a grunt, Liara leaned forward to grasp Aria's hips and began to slowly but relentlessly penetrate her purple-skinned slave. Cunt Slime moaned as her mistress's massive cock painfully stretched her sphincter, impaling her deeper and deeper. She hissed and wiggled in discomfort as Liara's rigid shaft snaked through her intestine, invading to depths that her body struggled to accommodate. She sighed in relief when her mistress finally bottomed out, oversized testicles smacking against her sex.
She knew her mistress was far from finished with her, but she still cried out in displeasure when Liara began to slowly piston in and out of her back passage. She tried to ignore the built-up glob of lube accumulating around her asshole as it began to slide down her sex and drip onto the floor, but her memories of the last time Liara had forced her to clean up were too strong. She retched in misery as the heavy petrochemical smell reached her nostrils. Liara either didn't notice or didn't care -- she worked up to a furious pace, grunting in time with her thrusts as her balls slapped the broken, submissive asari bent over before her. Aria squirmed in misery as her asshole burned from the abuse, but her grip on her asscheeks remained firm. She was all too familiar with the punishment that awaited her should she neglect to keep herself spread for her mistress.
Just a little while longer, she thought to herself as Liara's cries crescendoed into an animalistic howl. Her mistress's thrusts deepened and she felt Liara's cock swell and throb inside her back passage, preparing to dispense its load. With one final shove of her hips, Liara bottomed out and Aria felt a torrent of warmth deep within her bowels. Liara let out a quavering moan as her slave contracted around her as if trying to draw forth the last spurt of semen from her oversized, genetically enhanced cock. Liara propped herself up with a hand on Cunt Slime's ass as she panted from exertion. With a disgusting slurp, Liara gradually withdrew her flaccid snake from Aria's behind until with a lewd pop it dropped out and swung gently between her legs. She watched closely as her slave's sphincter contracted over the voluminous pool of frothy spunk she had left behind.
"Very good, Cunt Slime," she reassured her pet, tapping her gently on the behind with her crop.
"Now why don't you give Lidanya here a taste?"
Liara almost giggled with glee as a look of horror spread across her newest slave's face. Without a moment of hesitation, Aria shuffled backwards, crawling on all fours until her bottom pressed against Lidanya's mouth. Liara watched intently as the matriarch scrunched her nose in disgust, rotating so that Aria's ass pressed against her cheek. As Aria bore down, a small trickle of spunk emerged from her puckered entrance to run down the side of the trapped asari's face. No, Liara thought to herself, that won't do at all.
"Stop!" Liara shouted, triggering fearful shuffling in the cages behind her.
"I thought you promised not to refuse."
"That was before you... you... how..." Liara furiously pressed a key on her omni-tool, opening the door to a second cage as Lidanya sputtered her excuses.
"Wrinkle Lips, over here. Position 6. Show this slut how it's done!"
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Liara had first captured Samara after the Order of the Justicars put out a hit on the huntress for the "crime" of facilitating a prison-break at her daughters' new "settlement camp." She could hardly blame the tortured mother, and had in fact planned on releasing her after explaining the need for secrecy regarding her identity as the Shadow Broker. Samara would only have been the fourth free entity in the universe trusted with that secret beside herself, Shepard, and EDI. Liara was quite willing to take the risk in order to help an old friend.
But the Justicar was not content with parting ways and accepting Liara's generosity. She broke free from her prison and made a beeline for Liara's command center. Shepard tried to defend her mistress with an ill-advised vanguard charge made in the nude and wound up with a shattered spine as the ancient warrior effortlessly redirected her mass-effect tunnel into a biotic push of bone-crushing power.
For the next hour, Liara forced herself to ignore her lover's pained cries as the auto-cannons whittled down the Justicar's reserves. Her rechargeable shield proved to be invaluable, and in the end it was only the older asari's singleminded persistence that was her downfall. It was all she could manage to not mangle Samar's unconscious body. After stabilizing Shepard with omni-gel and dumping the asari warrior in the prison block, she personally rushed Shepard to the nearest hospital, jeopardizing her entire operation in the process.
After a harrowing week of alternating between worrying at Shepard's side and rushing calls to her network from the Women's bathroom, she returned to her vessel determined to execute the Justicar before her increasingly perverse imagination came up with a more creative punishment. As usual, Shepard was the downfall of her good intentions. What started as a therapeutic meld based on the principle of replaying painful memories and overcoming them together quickly went sideways when Shepard couldn't keep herself from interrupting with thoughts about what Samara's "hot sweaty bod" looked like under her Justicar leathers. Their collective anger, lust, and sadistic desires mixed together until they found themselves jointly picturing what Samara's hot, sweaty bod would look like on the old Broker's electro-torture rack. Before long they had the chance to enjoy what Samara's actual hot sweaty bod looked like on the Broker's actual electro-torture rack.
Samara had broken relatively quickly. Suspiciously quickly. Liara put her through increasingly disgusting and perverse sexual torments, fully intent on revealing the woman's fraud, until Shepard reined her in one day. Either Samara had been able to handle everything that Liara could dish out or, as Shepard believed, her intense training and discipline at the hand of the Justicars simply allowed her to adjust to and accept her new life more rapidly. Nearly two decades had passed since then and while Liara still harbored the occasional suspicion she was quite content to take advantage of the Justicar's submission. Despite her slave name "Wrinkle Lips," her supple but shapely curves made her body one of Liara's favorites, as the Broker was reminded when Wrinkle Lips crawled past and rolled onto her back, mouth open, in the location that Liara had pointed to with her crop. Liara paused for a second to take in the sight her slave's massive tits and lithe, pale-blue torso.
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"I didn't say you could swallow, but I appreciate your initiative. Clean Aria off and maybe I will forgive you."
Without hesitation, the Justicar rose to her knees and plunged her face between Aria's buttocks, lapping stoically at the purple ass and thighs before her. Liara took the opportunity to swat a few times at Samara's supple ass cheeks with her crop, practicing her swing. She managed to raise welts with each stroke but Wrinkle Lips never so much as flinched. Liara had long since gotten over letting the ex-Justicar's self-control get to her. Or so she told herself.
"That will be satisfactory. Wrinkle Lips, position 6. Cunt Slime, wire up our guest."
Liara waited for Samara to get in position before lowering herself down to sit upon the older woman's breasts. A twitch of sadistic delight ran up her cock as a pained expression flashed over the Justicar's face. Liara loved this position: she could torture the justicar's jealously-inspiring tits, she could watch her chiseled face for the slightest flinch, and she could directly feel Samara's laborious breaths beneath her buttocks. Liara stroked her throbbing erection, taking delight in the justicar's hardship and the scene unfolding in front of her between Aria and Lidanya.
The restrained matriarch gulped in panicked fear as the broken ex-Queen of Omega lifted a control unit out of Liara's cart and set it in front of her. Taking hold of the alligator clamps, she stuck a hand between Lidanya's forcefully spread legs, expertly peeling her outer lips away from her vulva before snapping one clamp shut on each fold of flesh. Lidanya shouted out and rocked back and forth in her bonds, hardly able to believe what was happening to her. The motion of her hips made for a challenging target, but Aria was an expert, having been both torturer and torturee countless times over. She managed to catch Lidanya on the first try, this time snapping clamps onto her inner labia.
Lidanya howled and hopped up and down as much as her bonds would allow, tensing her thighs in a futile reflexive attempt to shield her sex from further assault. But it was not her sex that Aria attacked next; she brought clamps up to Lidanya's nipples one at a time, teasing them into rigid points before letting the metallic jaws close. Lidanya hissed between her teeth as she realized her predicament: breathing made the pain worse. Any further protests were cut short when Aria shoved a large metal-and-rubber phallus into her mouth, buckling the strap firmly at the base of her fronds before connecting the final alligator clamp to a screw in the front of the terrified asari's gag.
"Turn it on," commanded Liara, stroking her cock at an increasing rate as Lidanya's impending torture neared. The mechanical click of a switch thundered through the silence a moment before Lidanya tensed, screaming into her gag. Liara shuddered in pleasure.
"Cunt Slime, get your mouth over here" Liara ordered, shuddering once again as purple lips wrapped around her ballsack, gently sucking and stroking with her tongue as Liara approached climax. Liara tipped over the edge as the computer hit her bound victim with a second round of shocks. Cum launched from the tip of her erection, splattering up her belly, across her tits, and even onto her jaw. Her moth opened in a wide "O" as she rode the wave of pleasure, licking greedily at the spunk which landed in her mouth. She gave herself a moment to catch her breath before sliding off of Samara's chest onto the floor.
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Aria crawled eagerly towards her mistress and began to lick at the semen dripping down her cheek. Liara wiped the tip of her cock with her pointer finger, holding the globule out to Samara, who started lapping away with a distant expression in her eyes. Liara sometimes wondered what it was like for her slaves to survive on their cum diets alone. True, her ejaculate had been specially engineered for precisely that purpose, and true, she could taste it herself, but she wondered what it felt like to eat nothing else for decades in a row. Aside from her melds with Shepard, whose palate was decidedly alien, she would never know. Her experienced slaves did a good job of hiding their revulsion, but the severe reactions of her new slaves betrayed the experience as decidedly unpleasant. All the more reason to do it.
As Aria finished lapping up her meal, Liara reached back to grab the gag harness she had selected on the way in. She teased the Justicar's mouth open with her fingers before inserting the metallic loop that would keep her jaws spread apart. She carefully buckled the straps behind the elder asari's fronds before grasping the back of Aria's neck and guiding her into a kissing position, gently forcing her mouth over the other half of the metallic gag. She raised her voice to talk above the electrocuted asari's intermittent muffled shouts as she fastened the strap behind Aria's neck.
"When I get back, I want you two to tell me which tastes better, cum licked off my chest, or cum eaten out of Cunt Slime's ass. I expect you both to agree, otherwise I might have to resort to further... team building activities." Liara smirked maliciously as she dug her fingernails into Samara and Aria's nipples before standing up and leaving the three asari to their own devices.
Liara mulled over the question of how long to let Lidanya suffer as she entered the access codes to lock the inner door of the prison block and open the outer door. A few hours would probably suffice. This was her first treatment, after all.
A beautiful sight greeted Liara when the outer doors opened to reveal her lover kneeling down on all fours, licking up the last of the trail of precum she had left during her stroll to the prison block. Liara cooed with delight and reached down to pat her slave's head, taking care to avoid the frilly headdress that was part of Shepard's "French Maid" outfit. It had grown on her over the years -- at first it was merely something she dug out of Shepard's imagination, one of the few outfits still able to humiliate her incorrigible lover. Over time Liara had grown fond of what it represented, if not the design of the ridiculous frills themselves. Shepard's choice to retire from her life of soldiering and spend the rest of her days as Liara's pleasure slave was the Broker's most cherished gift. The sight of her lover running her tongue along the floor, green eyes aflame with desire, while dressed in such... domestic... attire rekindled the flame in her loins, stoking it to new depths of desire. Liara was not sure how much energy she had left, but she would do her best to take advantage of it.
She circled around Shepard, humming in agreement at the site of her lover's exposed rear, which the frilly outfit managed to not cover the slightest fraction of in this position. As Shepard lapped away, Liara reached forward to part her lover's cheeks and smear her precum over her lover's exposed rosebud. She began to push her way in. Shepard moaned in delight, pushing back with her hips to help Liara penetrate her.
"What would I do without you, my little Fireslut?" Liara wondered out loud. Shepard merely moaned in reply, unwilling to abandon her duties to answer a rhetorical question.
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"I think I will take dinner early, today. You have..." Liara checked her timepiece, "almost an hour before feeding and litterbox duty. It should be enough if you hurry."
With a squeak, Shepard lept to her feet and made to rush for the kitchenette.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Liara teased, eying the toy rom pointedly. With a grunt of acknowledgement, Shepard plodded over to the toy wall, grabbed a large red ball gag, and inserted it into her mouth before buckling it behind her head. She then darted back off to her original destination.
Liara smiled to herself. She didn't really have any problem with Shepard sneaking scraps behind her back as she cooked for Liara, but she had to maintain appearances. She was the only one on the Shadow Broker vessel allowed to eat real food. Everyone else, Shepard included, had to derive sustenance entirely from the emissions of Liara's genetically engineered member. It was a demanding practice. Liara had to constantly down nutrient pellets, even between the feasts Shepard cooked for her, and her testicles would ache if she went more than an hour between fucking her pets or letting Shepard milk her into a receptacle for their later consumption. But it was worth it.
Liara idly stroked her member as she chased after Shepard. After all, she would be remiss in her duties as a mistress if she let her slave go about her duties unmolested. She smirked. Oh yes, it was good to be the Shadow Broker.
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If you decide to do some more with this scenario, I for one would gobble it up. But even if it just remains a stand-alone, it's damn good stuff.
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