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Unrestrained Desires	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 35901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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(This is a Kink Meme fill. Original prompt at http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/7799.html?thread=39175287#t39175287)
"Lesuss Control, this is Justicar Samara. I am inbound with a highly dangerous Ardat-Yakshi and requesting clearance to land."

The response wasn't long in coming. "Justicar Samara, your vessel's registration ID is not in our systems. Please verify Justicar ID code."

Samara rattled off the code from memory, not surprised by their caution. The story of her capture of fugitive Ardat-Yakshi Lelina D'Revi was... an interesting one.

"Registration ID confirmed, you are cleared for landing," the control technician responded. "A security team will be on hand to take your captive into custody."

"Thank you," Samara said, taking a moment to search for the disconnect button on the unfamiliar spacecraft. After tracking and capturing Lelina, she had been forced to commandeer her target's vessel, a fairly sizable frigate. Samara's own ship had been destroyed by Lelina with an M-920 Cain several minutes after Samara had landed in the jungles of Anhur. It was a good thing, Samara had thought at the time, that her quarry had waited until Samara had landed her small shuttlecraft and disembarked before taking that shot. Otherwise, her chances of surviving such an explosion would have been slim.

It was this thought that brought back the queer sensation that Samara had been feeling ever since her hunt for Lelina had ended. She might have considered herself sloppy for allowing the Ardat-Yakshi to take such a shot, but how could she have ever considered the possibility that Lelina – on the run and barely able to stop to catch her breath – would manage to lay her hands on such a rare, highly-guarded piece of Alliance military hardware? And for that matter... why exactly had Lelina waited to take the shot until after Samara had landed?

There were other doubts, as well. After tracing Lelina through the jungle for several hours, and exchanging gunfire with her on several occasions, Lelina eventually came out from behind cover with her hands up, surrendering out of the blue. It may have been that the fugitive had finally tired of running, decided to spare herself any more of the chase. But when Samara had directed her to take the two of them back to Lelina's ship, it had only been a brief five minute walk to Lelina's landing site. Samara had wondered: why surrender now? When she had been so close to her ship? If she had made it into her frigate and departed before Samara could stop her, Samara would have been left stranded on Anhur. But instead, Lelina had given up.

Samara tried to dismiss these worries, as she sipped from one of the bottles of water Lelina had had stored in her hold. It was probably just her lingering emotions regarding the situation with her daughter.

This made her think about Shepard. A man capable of such daring heroics... and yet such callous disregard. When Samara had asked him about taking her to deal with Morinth, during the brief window when Samara had known her location on Omega, Shepard had declined.

"You know what we're dealing with here, Samara," he had said to her, sounding so reasonable even as he dismissed her. "I've got to do what's right for my species, rescue those colonists from the Collectors and stop the Reapers. Compared to something that important, a single Ardat-Yakshi isn't much of a concern to me."

Samara had been angry, angrier than she had ever been in years. But she had sworn an oath to Shepard, and while it pained her greatly, she had stayed with him up until the mission to stop the Collectors was finished. By the time it was over, of course, Morinth had long since left Omega, her trail having gone completely cold.

It had been three months since she had left the Normandy behind, her debt to Commander Shepard repaid. And still the lingering anger at him, and her despair at losing her best opportunity at dealing with Morinth, remained with her. As she directed her quarry's frigate down to the landing pad, she did her best to keep her mind on her current task.

Once the ship had settled into place, Samara finished the last of the water bottle, rose from the pilot's seat, and left the cockpit. Another one of the peculiar things regarding this entire situation: the ship that Lelina had been using to evade capture was strangely large. The small shuttlecraft that Samara had been flying was about a quarter of the size of the ship Lelina had been fleeing to at her time of capture. If she had intended to evade Samara for as long as possible, why had she chosen such a large, cumbersome ship?

Again, Samara put it out of her mind. Heading down the hallway, she reached the door into the cargo bay and opened it. Lelina looked up and blinked from where she knelt on the floor. Her hands were bound behind her, and her biotics kept in check by a suppression collar Samara had fitted her with shortly after capture. "Stand up," Samara coldly instructed her. "We have arrived."

For a brief second, Samara caught something in Lelina's eyes. A brief flash of something, gone before Samara could identify it, and replaced with a defeated look as she rose to her feet. "Guess it's time for me to see my new cell," she said with a sigh, as she walked past Samara out of the cargo bay door.

"Things could have been much worse for you, Lelina," Samara said, as she followed behind her captive. "If you had not surrendered, I would have been forced to kill you. In fact, had you claimed any lives during your flight from justice, the Justicar code would have dictated that I end your life even if you were unarmed and defenseless. But as you have not killed yet, you will be permitted to live the remainder of your life in this monastery."

"Oh, how gracious of you," Lelina sarcastically muttered, as she stepped out of the main airlock and out onto the shuttle pad. "One of these days, Justicar, you're going to find out what it's like to be the one in chains." She glanced over her shoulder and sneered at Samara. "Maybe sooner than you think."

It was an idle threat, Samara was sure of it. She'd definitely heard her fair share in her time. But combined with all of her other misgivings regarding this capture, it set Samara ill at ease again.

Out on the shuttle pad, Samara and her captive were met by the monastery administrators, Matriarch Gallae and Superintendent Jethra, as well as several armed monastery guards. The well-trained security forces kept their weapons trained on Lelina as she stepped onto the shuttle pad, taking no chances despite their newest resident being bound and suppressed.

"It is good to see you still well, Justicar Samara," Gallae said, her voice measured and controlled. "We had heard rumors that you had signed on to participate in some sort of... suicide mission with a Spectre."

"The rumors were true, Gallae," Samara informed her. "But that business is now, thankfully, concluded. And with a minimal loss of life."

Gallae nodded curtly. "I am glad. The loss of any Justicar to the asari people would have been a grave loss, indeed," she said, as Jethra stepped forward and directed her people to take Lelina into custody. "Will you be leaving immediately then?"

"I w..." Samara started to say, before she suddenly found herself yawning. Strange, she had felt just fine a few minutes ago. A little fatigued due to the stress of the chase, but otherwise well enough to continue in her duties. But now she found herself feeling extremely tired. Giving Gallae a light smile, she said, "I suppose I might be requiring use of your guest lodgings, if I may impose."

"It is no imposition," Gallae said, waving at Samara and inviting her to follow into the main door. The two of them stood with Jethra, the security team, and Lelina on the lift platform inside, as it descended down into the main monastery.

"Feeling a little bit tired, Samara?" Lelina said mockingly. "Aw, did I wear you out?"

"Hey!" Jethra loudly exclaimed, as the lift started to descend. "Say one more word and you'll spend your first week here confined to your room."

Lelina said nothing in response, but she kept her eyes focused on Samara the entire trip down. Samara turned and returned her stare without wavering. Lelina could stay cocky all she wanted. Now that they were here, safe in this refuge, all of Samara's worries from before had evaporated.

The lift eventually came to a halt, and the doors into the main receiving area of the monastery opened up. Several residents milled around the area, their eyes drawn up from their studies at the unexpected arrival.

As Jentha's team started to lead Lelina away, the Ardat-Yakshi turned back, a cocky grin on her face. "Sleep well, Justicar. Who knows? It could be the last good sleep you ever have."

"Quiet! Guards, take her to her room and lock her in," Jentha ordered her people. "We'll see if she's as mouthy after a week in solitary."

Despite the punishment, the grin never left Lelina's face as she was led away, her neck craned back to stare at Samara the entire way.

"You say she surrendered to you?" Jentha asked Samara. "Seems a bit defiant for someone who gave up the fight."

"She is an Ardat-Yakshi, Superintendent," Samara said. "Who are we to understand their twisted minds?"

"Well, with that settled, I have some work to attend to in my office," Gallae said. "You'll see to it that Samara is taken to our finest guest quarters?"

Jentha bowed her head to Gallae. "Of course, Matriarch. I will see to it personally."

"Thank you, Superintendent. Have a pleasant sleep, Samara," Gallae said. Samara bowed slightly in response, and the Matriarch departed.

Once Gallae had left, Jentha waved her hand down the corridor. "It's this way. Follow me," she said. She was quite a contrast to her superior Gallae: her voice was low and coarse from a life of barking orders at her people, not the light, silky voice of an administrator like Gallae. Unlike the old, wise Gallae, Jentha was still in her maiden years. It was a little surprising to see such a young asari in an important position like an Ardat-Yakshi monastery administrator. Ardat-Yakshi could be very compelling, and a maiden still in the prime of her sexual awakening could be quite susceptible to the charms of her charges. But Samara had dealt with Jentha before, and after seeing the stern and professional manner with which she conducted herself, Samara was convinced that the maiden was more than capable of resisting any of the seductions of the monastery residents.

Shortly into their walk to the guest quarters, Jentha cleared her throat. "My offer still stands, you know," she said. "I know all about the Code of the Justicar, all that, but... Samara, if you want, I can arrange some time with them. I know they would be happy to see you, and I could ensure that no one would know that..."

"Your offer is appreciated, superintendent, but my answer remains the same," Samara said, doing her best to keep her voice level. "It would be... unfair for me to give them unrealistic expectations. To let them believe that we could have any sort of relationship with my duties as a Justicar in the way, it would be even crueler than denying them any contact."

"I understand," Jentha said. "Your dedication to the Code is quite admirable."

Samara nodded. After a few seconds, she finally asked. "If I might ask, though... how have they been doing? What I mean is... have they been presenting you with any difficulties?"

Jentha shook her head. "Not at all. Although.... lately they have seemed a little withdrawn. They used to be quite social with the rest of the residents, but in the last week or so, they have spent most of their time alone with each other. Some of our staff have tried speaking with them, but strictly speaking there are no rules against their behavior."

Samara frowned. Part of her ached to take Jentha up on her offer. To get a chance to see Rila and Falere again, even for a few brief seconds, would feel absolutely wonderful. But, Samara knew, it was a weakness she could not afford to indulge. She had to stay focused on her mission. Until Morinth was apprehended, at the very least. Perhaps after that, she could allow herself a momentary lapse. But the duty of removing her murderous offspring from this world came before all else.

The rest of the walk to the quarters was in silence. Samara was surprised to feel the fatigue in her body start to build even more. By the time they reached the door to the guest area, Samara had to lean against a wall to keep herself on her feet.

Jentha saw Samara's uncertain stance and looked concerned. "Are you alright, Samara? We have medical facilities if you are feeling ill."

"It... is fine," Samara said, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Lelina was a... resilient quarry, it seems. I just need to rest."

"Very well, then," Jentha said. "I will ensure that you are not disturbed. Good night, Samara," she bowed to Samara before leaving.

Stepping into the door, Samara locked it behind her before starting to cast off her armor. She could feel her hands trembling as she worked the fasteners.

Goddess, is my body finally starting to betray me? she thought to herself as she stripped herself down to her underwear, her eyes growing heavy as she sat down on the side of the mattress. I suppose my matron days are far behind me, but still... I cannot remember ever feeling this tired before.

Normally, she liked to meditate before she took her rest, but in her current state she knew she would be unable to concentrate. Pulling the covers up over her body, it was less than a minute before Samara found herself drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The last conscious thought she had before drifting into the black were Lelina's last words to her.

Sleep well, Justicar. Who knows? It could be the last good sleep you ever have.

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Sometime later, Samara blinked her eyes, her vision still blurry with sleep. But even seconds after regaining consciousness, she knew that something was wrong.

The first hint was the pain in her arms. Turning her head to the side, she could see the blue of her own skin, her arms extended up over her head. That was when she realized she was no longer in the guest bed, but had been hung up against the wall, the cold metal pressing against her back. When she looked up and saw her wrists locked into manacles, dangling from the wall by thick chains, the last vestiges of sleep were immediately whisked away. Her Justicar training immediately took over, as she worked quickly to assess her current situation.

She stared at the hooks that her manacles had been fastened to. Someone had crudely welded them to the wall of her quarters while she slept, but despite the hasty job they seemed to hold fast at her attempts to tug them away. When she concentrated her mind and attempted to direct a biotic force at the restraints, she felt a sharp pain in her forehead and winced. That was when she felt the tight metal around her neck.

Biotic suppression collar, she thought. No doubt the same one I used to keep Lelina in check.

And that thought reminded her of all of her misgivings on the journey to Lesuss. The strangeness of Lelina's capture, and that cocky attitude she had seemed to display as soon as they had arrived here. No doubt she had something to do with this, but how? How could she have managed to engineer something like this with an entire security staff watching over her?

Samara looked down to see that her feet had been secured and kept spread apart with a metal bar between her ankles. And that was when she noticed something else even more disquieting than her current helpless state: whoever had chained her to this wall had also stripped her completely naked. This worried Samara even more, not from any sense of shame or embarrassment, but from what it said about her captor's intentions for her.

Does Lelina intend to feed off of me? Samara thought, as she continued struggling against her bonds. If so, why didn't she do it while I was asleep? Why risk performing such a brazen act?

Any of Samara's further considerations were put to a halt by the sound of the door opening. Striding into the room, a victorious grin on her face, was Lelina. "Ah, you're finally awake," she said, her eyes roaming brazenly along Samara's naked body and drinking in the supple curves and well-toned muscle. "Goddess. I can see now why she went to all the trouble."

"You won't get away with this," Samara said sternly. "If you release me and surrender yourself to the monastery staff now, their punishment may still be lenient."

Lelina laughed derisively. "Samara, you fool. You think you'd be in the position you are right now if those idiots were still in charge of things around here? We've taken control of the monastery, Samara. Jentha, Gallae, all of them are now our prisoners. Just like you."

Samara struggled against her bonds futilely. It wasn't possible. How could they have possibly managed to take control?

Lelina watched Samara struggle with a smirk. "So much energy. Looks like you must have gotten a nice sleep," she quipped. "I guess you decided to sample a bottle of my water, then. After the chase I led you on, in that hot jungle, I'm not surprised you felt a little dehydrated."

It came to her in a flood, and she cursed her own foolishness. That strange fatigue she had felt when they'd arrived on Lesuss... it all made sense now. "You drugged it," she blandly accused Lelina.

"Close, but here's the thing, Samara... I wasn't the one who did anything. All of this, everything that led up to you being stripped and strung up, it was all part of someone else's plan. All I did was follow instructions, and everything fell right into place."

"Who?" Samara asked, even though she was starting to get a horrifying suspicion. "Who was the one who put you up to this?"

Lelina shook her head. "All in good time," she said. "Right now, though, there's somebody who really wants to see you. Two somebodies, really. Your sweet daughters... they've missed you so terribly, you know."

Samara felt her heart lurch. "I swear to you, if you've done anything to hurt them..."

This only made Lelina laugh all the harder. She walked out of the room without another word, leaving Samara to stare at the open doorway.

Now Samara knew real fear. Her own death did not trouble her thoughts. Her only regret in that case would be that she left this world without dealing with the monstrous daughter she had brought into it. But the thought of Lelina and her unknown partner in this causing them harm... the mere thought of it made her tense with rage and terror.

After a long period of silence, Samara struggling against her bonds, she heard a quiet conversation outside of the doorway. What she saw next was enough to break her normal Justicar reserve, and let out a gasp of shock.

"Hello, mother," said the vulgarly-dressed asari that came around the corner into the room. It was... no, it couldn't be. The last time she had saw Rila in person, the day she had sent them off to this monastery, she had been a mere teenager of forty-five. The tears trickling down her cheeks as she and Falere were forced to be separated from their mother. That memory of her, so innocent and sad... how could have it been replaced with this?

Rila wore a black latex outfit, clinging to the well-developed curves of her body. All except for her breasts and groin, which were left bare by the indecent bodysuit. Rila saw the look of disgust on her mother's face as she entered and smirked at her. "Not quite how you remembered me, mother?" she asked, cocking her hip and glaring at the helplessly chained Samara. "This is what happens when you don't come to visit more often. You miss out on all my changes."

"Our changes, sister," said another voice from behind the doorway. As Samara watched in disgusted horror, Falere stepped into the room in a matching outfit. Seeing the look on Samara's face, Falere let out a tittering laugh. "I don't think our mother likes our new fashion choices, Rila."

"Let me go this instant!" Samara exclaimed, yanking and tugging on her bonds with all her strength. "Please! Rila, Falere, listen to me! I don't know what Lelina has told you, but this madness has to stop!"

"Lelina?" Rila said in disbelief. "Don't tell me you still haven't figured it out, mother. The one who is really behind all of this."

"No," Samara shook her head, not wanting to believe it. "She couldn't have..."

"Oh, she could have," said a third voice from outside the door. And Samara's greatest fear came true.

Morinth strode into the room, arms crossed as she stared down her helpless mother with a look of complete victory. Unlike her sisters, she was dressed in a normal outfit, but somehow managed to look even more seductive and sensual than them without baring an inch of flesh.

"I have to admit, mother... part of me didn't think it would work," Morinth said, her tone eerily casual. "When I contacted Lelina and arranged for her to surrender herself to you, I thought she might have botched the plan somehow. Or that you might have found the secret compartment in her ship where I had hid myself. And the guns that my sisters and I distributed to their fellow prisoners to allow us to stage this coup. But in the end, everything went off exactly as planned. You should be proud of me, mother."

"Rila, Falere, you need to stop this!" Samara feebly protested. "Your sister is insane!"

"No, mother," Falere said, and although her words were directed to Samara, her eyes were focused lovingly on Morinth. "Our sister showed us the truth. All we have been missing out on by submitting ourselves into this... prison."

From behind her back, Rila brought out a datapad. "When she managed to have this smuggled in to us, we didn't want to look at it at first. We were still indoctrinated by all of your lies. But when we finally caved in... it was like our eyes were opened for the first time. Morinth documented for us all of the things she had experienced. The pleasures she had sampled while we were buried deep in this hole. And it was all so... stimulating. We've missed out on so much, mother... but not anymore."

Samara knew there was no hope for Morinth, but part of her wanted desperately to believe that Rila and Falere were not totally lost. "All those pleasures... and how many died for her to taste them?" Samara asked them "How many innocents sent to their graves by this monster that claims to be your sister? You're not like her! You're better than that!"

"We are better, mother," Morinth said, as she stepped forward to stand inches away from her bound, helpless mother. "Me, Rila, Falere... we are the genetic destiny of the asari. The purest, most powerful beings that ever existed. I've learned so many things out there, mother. Things the asari don't want us to know. And things that I intend to teach my beloved sisters. But for now... let's give our mother a taste of what the future has in store for her."

Rila and Falere came up on either side of Morinth, eyes narrowed lustfully. Each of them reached out a hand, and Samara gasped as her daughters began fondling her bare breasts. "Stop this!" she cried out, feeling her stomach heave as Rila and Falere caressed her tits, thumbs rubbing urgently on her nipples. "By the Goddess, I'm your own mother! You can't do this!"

"But they can, mother," Morinth said. "They can do anything they want... just like me." And with that, Morinth slid her hand down Samara's rippling abs, and her fingers began stroking against Samara's clit.

"Stop... please..." Samara whimpered, writhing and struggling against her bonds. But she was unable to escape the rubbing against her breasts and pussy, her daughters smiling blissfully as they sexually tormented their mother. Samara winced as she felt her nipples start to stiffen, her pussy start to moisten at the skilled touch of her sexually voracious daughter.

Rila smiled as she watched Samara squirm. "Mother, your tits are so beautiful," she cooed, before leaning down to snake out her tongue and lap at Samara's jutting nipple. "But I think they need a little something extra. Don't you, Falere?"

Pulling her own mouth away from sucking on Samara's other tit, Falere nodded. "I think you're right."

Her eyes closed, unable to watch her daughters as they continued to molest her, Samara cried out as she felt a sharp bite of pain on her sensitive nipples. She looked down to see that Rila and Falere had fastened twin metal clamps onto her nipples, with large weights attached that yanked the tender nubs downward painfully. Struggling against Morinth's continued fingering of her twat only made the heavy weights bounce around and tug downward on her now sore nipples harder, so Samara soon ceased her struggles.

"Don't worry, mother," Morinth said. Reaching into a pocket of her outfit, she withdrew a long, thick vibrator. "By the time we're finished with you, you'll be so much happier," she said as she brought the sex toy down and forced it inside of Samara's unwillingly lubricated cunt. "You'll realize just how cruel you've been to your daughters... and how much they love you despite it."

The buzzing sensation against Samara's clit, combined with the painful bite of the metal clamps on her nipples, brought a mix of pleasure and pain to Samara's nervous system that threatened to drive her mad. If the sight of Rila and Falere behind Morinth, passionately kissing and fondling each other's bare breasts, wasn't enough to nearly break her mind by itself.

"You've won, Morinth," Samara said, her voice deflated. "Just... finish it. Kill me if there's an ounce of mercy inside of you."

"No, mother," Morinth said, stepping away from Samara and watching in satisfaction as she writhed and squirmed from the insistent buzz of the vibrator inside of her. "I'm afraid you lost the right to mercy when you sentenced my sisters to a life in this monastery, and set out to murder me just for existing. So for now, I'll leave you to consider your failings, and to anticipate your next session with us. And as for me..."

Stepping up to Rila and Falere, Morinth gently laid hands on their shoulders, separating them from their heated embrace. No sooner had they parted then Morinth leaned in to give Rila a long, deep open-mouthed kiss, holding the incestuous gesture for several seconds before separating from her, turning, and delivering the same kiss to Falere.

"Well," Morinth said as she turned back to Samara, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and grinning, "My sisters and I have a lot of catching up to do."

Samara fought the urge to retch, as she watched her three daughters leave the room together, giggling in anticipation of the sinful acts to come. And leaving Samara alone, her frustrated grunts and the buzzing of the vibrator in her pussy the only sounds in the room.
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