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
"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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