Re: A Thessian Love Story 5/?
anonymous
January 19 2015, 11:01:09 UTC
Liara’s thoughts were cut short when the front of her dress flopped down, free of her arms, and balanced precariously on her waist for a split second before slithering down into a pool at her feet. She gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin and the reality of her exposure sunk in. By the standards of an asari strip club it was nothing to be excited about: two slips of lacy, translucent fabric still clung to her body and protected her dignity - but this wasn’t a strip club, it was a famed public park adjacent to the very heart of asari civil society. Not to mention that Liara wasn’t a veteran exhibitionist. She was a reserved academic-turned-businesswoman who hadn’t planned to get attached for another century of two. In her entire life she had only ever shared her body with one other person, and now she was sharing it with the galaxy.
“My owner is sharing it with the galaxy,” she corrected herself. Her body belonged to Shepard, and was the spectre’s to do with as she pleased. They hadn’t gotten around to formalizing the arrangement - typically an asari couple in their position would go to Illium for the ceremony, signing a contract filled to the brim with fantastically kinky clauses and then after the honeymoon return home where the document would lose literal enforceability and instead be recognized as largely equivalent to a standard marriage - but human laws were far less accommodating. It simply wouldn’t do to have her mistress arrested for slave trafficking, irony of arresting someone for enslaving the Shadow Broker notwithstanding, so their collective imagination would have to suffice, and as far as Liara was concerned she already belonged body and soul to Shepard.
The young asari shuddered as the stretch of elastic around her chest vanished. She looked down at her body, only half believing what she saw. Her small but perky tits, nipples pebbled in the chilly air, jutting out in the middle of the world. They almost seemed foreign given the context. She had seen them a million times in the privacy of a washroom or in an intimate moment with Shepard, of course, but they were simply not a part of her public persona. Until now.
No longer would they be her secret to withhold. Anyone curious or horny enough could simply look up her tits on the extranet, gawk at them, masturbate to them, order silicone replicas for a sex doll - and she would be powerless to stop them. Atheyta would see them, Tevos would see them, Tali and Garrus and Miranda and Joker would see them. Admiral Anderson and a thousand stuffy Earth bureaucrats would see them before frowning and tut-tutting in feigned disapproval. She gulped, horrified that something about the thought deeply appealed to her.
She closed her eyes as Shepard’s fingers dipped into the waistband of her thong, hoping to shut out the queasy feeling building in her throat. Senses heightened, she could feel the elastic stretching as Shepard slid it over her bottom, the gentle play of rough lace sliding from between her buttcheeks, the subtle hiss as damp fabric was peeled off of wet skin. The lewd sound thundered through the silence as if her surroundings had decided to pause themselves in order to amplify her moment of denudement. A breeze around her legs, a scrape of lace against ankles, and it was done. Liara T’Soni was laid bare before the universe.
Re: A Thessian Love Story 6/?
anonymous
January 19 2015, 11:01:43 UTC
As Shepard rustled around in her purse, Liara teased open her eyes and forced herself to survey the onlookers. The Turian was the only one brave enough to make eye contact (he even winked!) but everyone else pretended to be occupied. The gardener continued trimming the same corner of the same bush with an improbable look of focus on her face, a trio of asari in business dress suddenly lost interest in their conversation in order to stare at birds. A minute ago she might have been relieved, but the nervous flutter that had nearly made her nauseous was now long gone. She opened her mouth to accept the bright red rubber ball pressing at her lips, basking in the humiliation of her ongoing transformation as Shepard tightened the straps around her chin, on top of her forehead, and behind her neck before patting her bottom, signaling her to get down on all fours. She complied without hesitation. Having already been stripped of her dignity, she did not mind being seen as the animal she had become.
The new position sent a jolt of submissive desire through her body. It was her single favorite part of becoming a sex kitten, although not for the most obvious of reasons. Yes, crawling around forced her to mimic the motions of an animal and yes, it reduced her stature beneath that of her betters, but the part that [i]really[/i] stoked her desire was the exposure. The way her tits hung unglamorously beneath her, the way the posture parted her buttocks, exposing her nether lips and puckered asshole to anyone who cared to look - more than anything else, it was those things that most strongly signified her newfound status as an animal. It had taken her a considerable bit of thought to figure out [i]why[/i] that was the case, and when she finally got around to explaining her findings to Shepard she did so with more than a hint of satisfaction.
Wrapped up in a slinky dress, her breasts were capable of instilling desire in others, with her as the gatekeeper. Hidden away between her legs, her sex held a similar allure and power. Put bluntly, they had value in a world of social interactions, friendship, romance, and machination - value that sub-sapient animals were not able to leverage with comparable sophistication. By forcing her to parade around with her tits hanging out and sex exposed, she was denied participation in even the rudimentary underpinnings of sapient society, cast down into a world where the most she might hope from her body would be for her glistening, swollen vulva to betray her rut to the world at large. No dashing princess (or handsome spectre) would ever need to woo her in this state. With her sex perpetually on display, she did not need to be persuaded to open her legs - she could simply be mounted and fucked into submission by any male with the means to catch her.
She did [i]not[/i] explain to Shepard her most secret and treasured humiliation of them all: she absolutely adored being made to prance around with her anus out in the open. If there was one thing that intelligent life forms had in common, it was a desire to project a positive image of themselves - a process which included, as a very first step, the hiding of messy bodily functions and the body parts that engaged in them. Stripping her of covering in this area was tantamount to banishing her from the list of life forms capable of complex reasoning, resurrecting an indignity that had been buried by her people aeons ago in order to apply it specifically to her in a very visible and public fashion. Anyone who so much as glanced at her bottom would know her shame.
Re: A Thessian Love Story 7/?
anonymous
January 19 2015, 11:11:07 UTC
The very thought put her in a submissive trance as Shepard finalized her bondage arrangement. There were fingerless gloves for her hands, of course - sex kittens didn’t need opposable thumbs. Her kneepads served a more practical purpose, except for the chains running between the pads and a pair of nipple clamps, which would help her to remember that under no circumstance was it acceptable for a sex kitten to stand up and pretend she was an asari. Shepard fiddled with the latch of her collar until it energized with a deep electrical hum, simultaneously attaching itself to Shepard’s omni-tool and suppressing Liara’s biotic abilities. After all, sex kittens didn’t need to throw singularities.
“Good girl!” Shepard cooed, stroking her hand down Liara’s side, a mischievous grin on her face.
Liara purred, nuzzling her owner’s leg until a gentle tug persuaded her to turn her attention back to the path. With a quick backwards glance to confirm that Shepard had picked up her clothes, she crawled off after her mistress, bell tinkling merrily with each step.
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A/N: Whew! That was one long striptease XD hope it was enjoyable. Apologies if I got too philosophical in the bit about Liara's, err, favorite parts. I mean, she *is* an intellectual, so it's not really out of character, but I'm going for "hot" not "dissertation." More kinky fun times to follow, let me know what you liked (and didn't like) about this installment :D
PS: I have a bad habit of getting a bit excessive with the vocabulary, but I can try to tone it down if it gets bothersome. Just let me know.
Re: A Thessian Love Story 7/?
anonymous
March 9 2015, 22:34:52 UTC
A!A here. This story is definitely not dead, I'm just slow at updating. However, you posted on an old update -- two more updates have happened since part 7, but I posted them under the original post (to avoid scrunching against the right hand side). If you didn't see them, today is your lucky day :)
Re: A Thessian Love Story 7/?
anonymous
March 11 2015, 13:00:20 UTC
Ok, so I'll admit that I'm quite new here, and I know about the crunching on the right hand side and that A!As post things under originals, but I can't for the life of me find the update, is there any chance that there could be a link shared, because either I'm going blind and can't see it or I can't find it, either way I'm missing out on this awesomeness and would like to catch up. Thanks!
“My owner is sharing it with the galaxy,” she corrected herself. Her body belonged to Shepard, and was the spectre’s to do with as she pleased. They hadn’t gotten around to formalizing the arrangement - typically an asari couple in their position would go to Illium for the ceremony, signing a contract filled to the brim with fantastically kinky clauses and then after the honeymoon return home where the document would lose literal enforceability and instead be recognized as largely equivalent to a standard marriage - but human laws were far less accommodating. It simply wouldn’t do to have her mistress arrested for slave trafficking, irony of arresting someone for enslaving the Shadow Broker notwithstanding, so their collective imagination would have to suffice, and as far as Liara was concerned she already belonged body and soul to Shepard.
The young asari shuddered as the stretch of elastic around her chest vanished. She looked down at her body, only half believing what she saw. Her small but perky tits, nipples pebbled in the chilly air, jutting out in the middle of the world. They almost seemed foreign given the context. She had seen them a million times in the privacy of a washroom or in an intimate moment with Shepard, of course, but they were simply not a part of her public persona. Until now.
No longer would they be her secret to withhold. Anyone curious or horny enough could simply look up her tits on the extranet, gawk at them, masturbate to them, order silicone replicas for a sex doll - and she would be powerless to stop them. Atheyta would see them, Tevos would see them, Tali and Garrus and Miranda and Joker would see them. Admiral Anderson and a thousand stuffy Earth bureaucrats would see them before frowning and tut-tutting in feigned disapproval. She gulped, horrified that something about the thought deeply appealed to her.
She closed her eyes as Shepard’s fingers dipped into the waistband of her thong, hoping to shut out the queasy feeling building in her throat. Senses heightened, she could feel the elastic stretching as Shepard slid it over her bottom, the gentle play of rough lace sliding from between her buttcheeks, the subtle hiss as damp fabric was peeled off of wet skin. The lewd sound thundered through the silence as if her surroundings had decided to pause themselves in order to amplify her moment of denudement. A breeze around her legs, a scrape of lace against ankles, and it was done. Liara T’Soni was laid bare before the universe.
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The new position sent a jolt of submissive desire through her body. It was her single favorite part of becoming a sex kitten, although not for the most obvious of reasons. Yes, crawling around forced her to mimic the motions of an animal and yes, it reduced her stature beneath that of her betters, but the part that [i]really[/i] stoked her desire was the exposure. The way her tits hung unglamorously beneath her, the way the posture parted her buttocks, exposing her nether lips and puckered asshole to anyone who cared to look - more than anything else, it was those things that most strongly signified her newfound status as an animal. It had taken her a considerable bit of thought to figure out [i]why[/i] that was the case, and when she finally got around to explaining her findings to Shepard she did so with more than a hint of satisfaction.
Wrapped up in a slinky dress, her breasts were capable of instilling desire in others, with her as the gatekeeper. Hidden away between her legs, her sex held a similar allure and power. Put bluntly, they had value in a world of social interactions, friendship, romance, and machination - value that sub-sapient animals were not able to leverage with comparable sophistication. By forcing her to parade around with her tits hanging out and sex exposed, she was denied participation in even the rudimentary underpinnings of sapient society, cast down into a world where the most she might hope from her body would be for her glistening, swollen vulva to betray her rut to the world at large. No dashing princess (or handsome spectre) would ever need to woo her in this state. With her sex perpetually on display, she did not need to be persuaded to open her legs - she could simply be mounted and fucked into submission by any male with the means to catch her.
She did [i]not[/i] explain to Shepard her most secret and treasured humiliation of them all: she absolutely adored being made to prance around with her anus out in the open. If there was one thing that intelligent life forms had in common, it was a desire to project a positive image of themselves - a process which included, as a very first step, the hiding of messy bodily functions and the body parts that engaged in them. Stripping her of covering in this area was tantamount to banishing her from the list of life forms capable of complex reasoning, resurrecting an indignity that had been buried by her people aeons ago in order to apply it specifically to her in a very visible and public fashion. Anyone who so much as glanced at her bottom would know her shame.
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“Good girl!” Shepard cooed, stroking her hand down Liara’s side, a mischievous grin on her face.
Liara purred, nuzzling her owner’s leg until a gentle tug persuaded her to turn her attention back to the path. With a quick backwards glance to confirm that Shepard had picked up her clothes, she crawled off after her mistress, bell tinkling merrily with each step.
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A/N: Whew! That was one long striptease XD hope it was enjoyable. Apologies if I got too philosophical in the bit about Liara's, err, favorite parts. I mean, she *is* an intellectual, so it's not really out of character, but I'm going for "hot" not "dissertation." More kinky fun times to follow, let me know what you liked (and didn't like) about this installment :D
PS: I have a bad habit of getting a bit excessive with the vocabulary, but I can try to tone it down if it gets bothersome. Just let me know.
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I really like this story but comments help me motivate myself to actually do the writing. Here, have an update :)
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