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A Slave... Or A Pet	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 94307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The next day, Liara awoke to find Shepard and Miranda both still there in the cell. Whatever business had kept the Broker from choosing one of them to molest the previous day was apparently still capturing the yahg's undivided attention.

So they sat, Liara now back in Shepard's comforting arms. But something was different. Before, Shepard had either stared down into Liara's eyes, or leaned her head against her lover's. But today, Shepard's attention remained focused on the door to their cell. Her embrace was loose, and for a second Liara thought she could feel Shepard tensing her muscles. An image of Shepard leaping to her feet and making a run for it when the door opened for their meal entered Liara's mind, and filled her with dread.

"Just a little while longer, Shepard," Liara thought to herself. "We have to believe that Solvitis can get us out."

She remembered the previous night, Shepard babbling madly after putting on her act for Yuri. It was probably a good thing that Shepard was trying so hard to play the part, but still, it was obvious that the situation was taking its mental toll on Shepard.

"Shepard," Liara leaned up to whisper into her ear. "You..." she started to say, before the door slid open and Glyph drifted inside, repeating his usual call to the mess hall.

As they walked down the corridor, Liara searched in vain for any sign of Solvitis. But he wasn't there, and as Liara took her seat in the mess hall, she decided that it was better that way. They had come perilously close to blowing the whole plan before. And, as Solvitis had said once before, it wasn't like there was much Liara or her fellow prisoners could do to help with the escape. Either Solvitis would figure out a way to get them out, or he wouldn't. They would just have to wait and see until then.

"Not to mention," Liara thought to herself, "It meant Solvitis wouldn't have to have sex with Shepard again to maintain his cover." Liara may have forgiven Shepard for what had happened with Garrus, but she still didn't like the idea of having to watch her and Solvitis putting on an act again.

It was Okoru today, the dark-skinned human delivering the tray with two plates onto Shepard and Miranda's table, before giving Liara her food and leaning against a wall to watch them. Glancing over, Liara saw Shepard and Miranda rapidly taking spoonfuls of the dark green soup or stew or whatever it was. No doubt they wanted to get their meals out of the way as soon as possible. Because what was inevitably going to come next would spoil any appetite they had.

Sure enough, after Shepard and Miranda had finished, Okoru shoved himself away from the wall. "Well, now, look at you girls. Hungry today, aren't we?" Okoru's voice was filled with his usual dark seduction. "Wonder if maybe you're hungry for a little something else, eh?"

Looking up from her empty plate, Shepard gave Okoru a crooked smile. "Depends on what you've got, big guy. You feel like showing us?"

Even knowing it was all just a sham, it sickened Liara a little to hear Shepard direct those suggestive words toward one of their captors. Okoru seemed a little taken aback himself, but quickly recovered and began unzipping his pants. Shepard watched Okoru's groin with half-lidded eyes.

"Ooh, that is a lot," Shepard said, as the guard's thick length was finally freed from his pants. "But I think I can make some room." Leaning towards him, Shepard ran her tongue along the base of Okoru's cockhead, leaving a glistening wet trail in its wake.

Liara stared down at her plate, trying her best to ignore the sounds of Shepard's lips smacking against Okoru's prick, or the mercenary's rough moans of appreciation. "It's just an act. It's just an act," Liara tried to think to herself, hoping it would give her comfort the same way it seemed to for Shepard.

"Mmm, I love the taste of your cock," Shepard moaned. Liara thought about Solvitis, imagined him handing her a gun, and the two of them pouring round after round into the Broker and all of his hirelings. Thought about the first time she had seen Shepard, arriving to free her for the stasis device that she had feared would be her final resting place.
"I need you inside me, right now," said Shepard, and Liara heard her chair being pushed out from the table as she got into position. In her mind, Liara was back in the medbay on the SR1, Shepard coming in to check up on her. How awkward she had felt around the mysterious and alluring human, and how Shepard had put her mind at ease.

"Oooh, yeah. Fuck, that cock feels so good inside me," Shepard said, and Liara's reminiscences were being intruded upon by the sound of Shepard's chair legs scraping against the floor of the mess hall, the chair jarring forward with every thrust by Okoru. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. "Yeah, spank my ass while you're fucking me." Smack. Scrape. Smack. Scrape.

Liara remembered the night before Ilos. Walking into Shepard's quarters had been terrifying, but she had never been more sure of anything in her 106 years. Her place was by Shepard, now and for the rest of their years, however long they might be.

Smack. Scrape. Smack. Scrape.

"Shepard, don't be selfish," piped up Miranda, and the sound of her voice brought Liara out of her memories immediately. "Don't I get to have a little too?" Miranda trying to do her part to take her fair share of the abuse, Liara imagined.

"Maybe... next time..." Okoru grunted at her. "You're so hot, why don't you go give your asari friend a little attention? Us not being able to touch her, I'm sure she's dying for some attention."

Liara tensed, struggling to keep the panic off her face. It had been bad enough when Shepard had been forced to pleasure her; at least then it was the touch... and tongue of her own lover. But to have to feign sexual arousal at being with Miranda, all while the woman she really loved was being raped right next to her? Liara resisted the urge to shudder as she watched Miranda stand up and make her way over to Liara's table.

After glancing back at Okoru, who had a moaning Shepard bent over her chair and impaled on his cock, Miranda instructed Liara to turn her chair away from the table and towards her. Once Liara had obeyed, Miranda put one of her legs at Liara's side, and then gracefully swung the other one around, sitting herself down on Liara's lap.

Miranda leaned forward, her large breasts pressing against Liara's as she whispered. "Just play along. It'll be better that way." Reaching up to brush back her long black hair, Miranda began slowly gyrating her hips around in Liara's lap. Liara had to admire Miranda; she was doing almost as well as Shepard was of playing the part of the sexually heated, broken slave. Leaning her waist back, Miranda let out a loud, heated moan as she ran her hands up her stomach before cupping her breasts, fondling herself as she continuing wiggling her hips.

"Oh, fuck," Shepard squealed, as the sound of the metal chair scraping against the floor grew more and more rapid. Liara closed her eyes, blocking out the hideously carnal sights around her. She went into her mind again, pretending that the warm body resting on her lap was Shepard's. That the hands that were now groping her own breasts were Shepard's.

And that the lips pressing against hers, the tongue that was working its way into her mouth, belonged to the woman she loved.

Just as she had managed to fully wrap herself up in the fantasy, and as the fingers that she imagined were Shepard's started working their way down between her legs...

"Enough, Okoru!" called out Delaana's voice from a loudspeaker. "You've wasted enough time in there. They're overdue for their appointment with Hawkins. Put it back in your pants and let them finish up their meals."

"Dammit, woman! I was nearly..." Okoru protested to the open air. But like the rest of the team, he knew what would come if he defied orders. Pulling out of Shepard, Okoru returned his painfully stiff cock back to his pants, struggling to zip up.

"Aw, too bad" Shepard let out a feigned moan of disappointment. Standing up from leaning on the chair and turning around, she reached down and grabbed the thick bulge in Okoru's pants. "How about you come back later tonight? I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"Shepard, don't," Liara thought to herself. "It's one thing to pretend like you're aroused by all this. But there's no need to encourage them."
Thankfully, Okoru shook his head. "Sorry, my lovely. I'm afraid the Broker has other plans for you tonight. Until next time, ladies."

As Okoru left the mess hall, Miranda stood up from Liara's lap. Liara turned back to the table and ate the rest of her meal, while trying to bring back those happy memories of Shepard.

But instead, all she could think about was... smack. Scrape. Smack. Scrape.

* * *

"Hmm, you're here early," said Hawkins, the human medic, as the three of them were led into the medbay. "Line yourself up against the wall like before; I'm still getting some of my equipment ready."

"Early?" Liara thought to herself. "But Delaana had said we were overdue." Regardless, she followed Shepard and Miranda over to the indicated spot, the three of them standing and waiting for their inspection.

As with the last time, Hawkins put on gloves and began running his hands along Shepard's skin, giving her entire body a thorough inspection. Once he was satisfied, he directed Shepard to open her mouth and ran a cotton swab against her tongue.

Liara wondered to herself what exactly these tests were supposed to determine. Liara doubted the Shadow Broker was all that interested in ensuring the well-being of his captives. So what was the point of this?

Crouching down on the floor, Hawkins pulled out the same set of tools from last time, and used the speculum to open up Shepard's labia. Again, as he inspected Shepard's insides with a small flashlight, he spewed out a long list of medical terms.

After he was finished with Shepard, Hawkins began the same procedures on Miranda. Liara heard her gasp as the cold metal speculum slipped inside her. Liara remembered last time, Hawkins seemed a bit perturbed at his findings when examining Miranda. This time, however, his tone was the same as when he inspected Shepard, both from his vaginal inspection, and from the results of the saliva test. Whatever had bothered him the last time appeared to have gone away.

Next, Hawkins stepped up to Liara, and she wondered if he was going to pass her over like he did the last time. Staring at her disdainfully, he said, "Hold out your arm, please."

"Why?" Liara reflexively asked, and immediately saw Hawkins's face turn sour.

"Because I told you to," he sternly said to her. "And because I need to take a blood sample."

Liara extended her right arm toward Hawkins, who grabbed it in a hard grip that made Liara gasp in pain. After searching for a few seconds for an artery, Hawkins jabbed the needle in without warning. The pain of his rough injection make Liara's eyes water, and she looked away as the medic drew out a sample of her blood.

Yanking the needle out of her arm, Hawkins dismissively applied a dab of medigel to her arm. "Not sure why Delaana thinks we need to run a blood test on you," Hawkins muttered, more to himself than Liara. "But what do I know? I'm just the damned medic."

A blood test. Liara felt a chill run down her spine. "Is she testing for the drug that Solvitis injected me with?" she thought in a panic. For a second, she thought about knocking the syringe out of Hawkins's hands onto the floor, but she knew it would do little good, and only provoke another brutal injection. She just had to hope that whatever chemical he had given her, it was already out of her bloodstream. Or that maybe the test wasn't for the nausea agent at all.

"You two, go back to your cell," Hawkins told the humans, before turning with a sneer to Liara. "And you're going to her office."

As Liara walked down the hallway, she tried to think positive. "They're trusting us to walk around the ship on our own now," she thought. "Solvitis was right: pretending that we've been defeated has made them lower their guards." She didn't know if it would help at all in effecting their escape, but it was an encouraging sign that all of the feigned passion and arousal was working as intended.

When the door opened to Delaana's office, the asari mercenary leader looked up at Liara from her seat behind the desk.

To Delaana's credit, she covered it up quickly. But in her time as an information broker, Liara had learned to pay attention to every expression, every small indication a person gave of their mood.
And for the briefest of seconds, when Delaana had saw her entering... she had smiled. Not a harsh, sadistic grin, but a full-on, genuine smile.

This gave Liara another boost of confidence. Her attempts to ingratiate herself to the lonely asari mercenary, to make her believe that the two of them were friends, was working. Keeping her own expression blank, Liara sat in the chair opposite Delaana. As she settled in, she noticed for the first time something on the desk. A metal dish with a lid.

Seeing Liara's stare, Delaana smirked. "A little weakness of mine," she said, as she removed the lid to reveal a small pile of dark brown morsels. "Most human food makes me puke like I'm a dextro, but this 'chocolate' of theirs is absolutely amazing. Have you ever had it?"

"Once," Liara said, remembering Shepard telling her about the human holiday, "Valentine's Day," and the two of them sharing several pieces. It was good, but even better was the kiss afterward, and the taste of the sweet substance on her lover's tongue.

"Go ahead, have some," Delaana invited her. As Liara tentatively reached forward, Delaana added, "I poisoned one of them, though, so choose wisely." When Liara's hand froze above the dish, Delaana gave one of her grating, cackling laughs. "You should have seen the look on your face! Just kidding, they're all fine."

Liara weakly chuckled back, playing along with Delaana's terrible joke. Picking up a piece of chocolate, she sat back in her seat and placed the candy into her mouth. Delaana watched her expectantly, until Liara finished chewing and swallowed it down. "It's good," Liara said.

"Glad you like it, pet," Delaana said, and again, just for a second, that hard demeanor of hers faded. "But I guess I should have told you," Delaana said, her momentary slip quickly buried once again. "There's a price to pay for the privilege of that chocolate. You're going to have to do something for me in return."

The lingering sweet taste in her throat turned to acid. "Goddess, it's finally happening," she thought. "She's going to force herself on me, I know it."

But Delaana didn't rise from her chair as Liara feared. "Much as I've loved our daily poetry chats, I think we've pretty much exhausted the subject," Delaana said. "So instead, in exchange for that taste of chocolate, I want you to tell me a story."

"A story," Liara repeated incredulously.

"Yeah. See, when I first laid eyes on you, so frail and delicate-looking, I just couldn't believe that you were part of Shepard's team. That you had fought alongside her... killed alongside her. But the more time I spend around you, look into those big blue eyes... it's hidden, but I can definitely see it. That toughness that comes with fighting for your life. Probably how you managed to do so well before now. Most folks wouldn't move past that first impression, wouldn't see you as anything more than a demure asari maiden who wouldn't survive a second in a fire fight. But no, I see it now."

Delaana leaned forward, taking one of the chocolate morsels herself. "So you've got my curiosity, Dr. T'Soni. And the story I want to hear about is your first kill." Popping the chocolate into her mouth, she swirled it around for a bit, letting the taste coat her tongue. "I want to hear about the moment you realized you were capable of taking another living being's life."

"I..." Liara stammered, legitimately taken aback by the question. "I'm not sure I remember."

"Bullshit," Delaana said. "You remember. Everyone remembers, even a hundred kills afterward. It's like your first fuck." She arched a brow. "Hmm, maybe I should have you tell that story instead. Perhaps that one's more vivid in your memory."

Liara shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to have to talk about that wonderful night with Shepard in a horrible situation like this. "No, no, I remember it. My first kill, I remember."

Leaning forward with an eager expression, Delaana waited.
"It was on a dig in the Terminus systems," Liara said. "Some planetary scans there had discovered signs of what could have been an ancient Prothean settlement. Problem was, several batarian gangs were in the middle of a territory dispute, one which showed no signs of ending. Most of my colleagues believed that the region was too dangerous, but I couldn't let such a valuable find be destroyed or plundered by a bunch of foolish criminals."

Delaana smirked at her. "Even back then, more guts than brains," she remarked. "Least that encounter went better than tangling against the Shadow Broker."

"I suppose so," Liara glumly noted.

"So, what, you went in all on your own?" Delaana asked.

Liara shook her head. "I hired a team of mercenaries. Reputable people who I could trust, not..." Liara realized what she was about to say and clammed up.

But Delaana completed her thoughts. "Not scum like me," she said, with no anger in her voice. "Good call. Although if you'd put down the money for my services back then, this story wouldn't end with you being forced to do any fighting yourself, I can guarantee you that. So how'd your 'reputable mercenaries' fuck up?"

"They managed to get me to the site without incident," Liara recalled. "Although most of the artifacts were beyond salvaging, I managed to find a few pieces. But as we were leaving, one of the gangs found us. Attempts at negotiating our way out of a fight... did not go well, and before long we were under heavy fire."

Delaana popped another chocolate into her mouth, staying quiet and listening in rapt attention to Liara's story.

"The batarians had us outnumbered, but they weren't as well-trained as my team. I was hiding behind some cover when one of the mercenaries caught a shot." Liara closed her eyes, her memory drifting back. "It was so strange. One moment she had been alive, and then the next she was lying on the ground. I remember feeling so... angry. That it was so unfair that these criminals had robbed her of the centuries of life she still had remaining. All of her hopes, her dreams, the children she might have had... all gone in an instant."

Liara almost began to feel like she was back in that moment, the sounds of screams and gunfire calling back from the distant past. "I remember picking up her gun and taking aim at one of the batarians, the one who'd killed the mercenary with me. He probably didn't think I was a threat, and was focusing on the rest of my team when I took aim at him. My first shot hit him in the neck, and the second went through the side of his head. I remember watching him fall to the ground and feeling..."

"Satisfied?" Delaana offered.

"Yes," Liara said. "Part of me thought that I shouldn't feel that way. That I had done the same thing to that batarian that he had done to the mercenary, taken away his life with a few pulls of the trigger. But I felt this rush, this feeling of... victory. He wanted to take my life, but I took his instead. It was only after the fighting was over and we were evacuating that I started to feel a bit sick, like I was just then realizing what I'd done. But I'll never forget that initial feeling I had, watching that batarian crumble to the ground, and feeling like I'd won."

It occurred to Liara, as she finished speaking, that she had never told that story to anyone before. Not even to Shepard. Liara knew she would have probably understood, being a soldier like she was, but she didn't want to take the chance. Take the risk of seeing that look of love in Shepard's eyes waver, even for a second, and know that Shepard's opinion of her had changed.

"And it only got easier after that, I'm sure," Delaana said, licking some melted chocolate off her finger. "You're lucky. Your first kill was from a distance. You didn't have to look them in the eye like I did." Delaana's expression clouded a little. "You remember me telling you about the day I found out I was an Ardat-Yakshi, pet?" Liara nodded. "When I told them I'd allow them to cloister me, the idiots made the mistake of giving me a day to prepare before I left home forever. I stowed away on a freighter that night, thinking I'd gotten away scot-free. But that was just the first day of the hunt."
Delaana looked away from Liara and stared into space as she told her story. "See, my parents are kind of a big deal in politics back home. The last thing they wanted was for word to get out that their daughter was not only an Ardat-Yakshi, but was on the loose and sowing her wild oats out across the entire Milky Way. So they pulled a few strings, called in some favors... and before I knew it, I was the number one target of a justicar."

"A justicar?" Liara asked. "But she would have..."

"Killed me, yeah," Delaana said. "Quite a thing, going on the run for your freedom, and then having your own parents essentially put a contract on your head." Her expression turned pained, but Delaana quickly got her emotions under control. "But for a while, I was okay. Well, as 'okay' as a young asari all by herself with barely a credit to her name could be. Ended up on Omega eventually, spent a while begging for spare credits before graduating to petty theft. When I got old enough, I managed to get hired on dancing at Afterlife." Delaana sighed nostalgically. "That was a great time. Made a decent living, and spent my spare time feeding off the locals. Lucky my condition wasn't powerful enough to kill them, or my life on Omega wouldn't have lasted as long as it did. As it was, I did a good enough job convincing my partners not to spill the beans that I'd managed to stay safe there for a good while. But eventually, the justicar found me."

"You fought a justicar and lived?" Liara said, and the awe in her voice was only partially feigned. The idea of a maiden tangling with one of the highly skilled and deadly justicars seemed almost impossible to believe.

"Not that time," Delaana said. "That time I ran. She burst in on me while I was with my latest victim, and I was moving to see what was going on just as she took her first shot. Lucky for me: poor guy who was with me took the round in the shoulder, and I dove for the window before she could fire again. Good thing the Code includes protecting innocents; by the time she'd made sure the sap wasn't going to bleed out, I was long gone."

"But it didn't end there," Liara said.

Delaana scoffed. "You kidding? Once a justicar's on your trail, they don't fucking give up. Ended up running from system to system, buying new identities everywhere I went. But she always found me, and I'd end up on the run again. Forty years that went on, running from place to place, never with a second of peace. Finally, I'd had enough. I knew I had to make a stand."

Squinting her eyes, Delaana shaped the fingers of her right hand into an imitation of a gun. She leveled her pointer finger at Liara's forehead. "Took a long time setting up the perfect trap. But it worked. She was unarmed, and I had her dead in my sights. By this time, I was so angry at her, so tired of her hunting me down for so long... I wanted to see her beg. Wanted to see that solemn face of hers go all weepy and pathetic, knowing that death was just seconds away, and she could down nothing to stop me."

Delaana paused a moment, her finger gun pointed unwaveringly at Liara. Liara knew that at that moment, Delaana was back with that justicar again, wearing a grin of gleeful victory on her face as she stared down at her helpless tormenter.

"But... it didn't happen. She never broke. Never cried, never begged. She just stared back at me, not a hint of fear in her eyes. And just when I went to pull the trigger... the bitch smiled. Fucking smiled as I put a shot right through her brain."

Dropping her hand, Delaana shook her head. "I killed her that day, but the bitch still won. She'd spent decades hunting me down, me fearing for my life every waking minute. But when the tables were turned, and death came for her... she had no fear at all. In the end, she was stronger than me, and when I put her down I felt... nothing."

"Well, after that, nobody fucked with me. I went from a scared maiden hiding in every dark corner, to the powerful bitch who took down a justicar all by herself. So I kept playing the part, went from shaking my ass for credits to firing a gun. And eventually, that got the attention of the mysterious Shadow Broker, and now here I am." Delaana ruefully chuckled. "Quite a story, huh?"
Liara nodded, her eyes downcast. "Very impressive," she obediently said.

"Didn't just tell that story to run my mouth, by the way," Delaana said. "There's a reason I wanted you to hear that, you know. Remember what I said about the justicar's eyes? How there was no fear of death, no sign of weakness?"

"Yes."

"I see it your eyes, too," Delaana said, and took a meaningful pause before her next words. "And what I see there tells me, beyond any doubt, that the Shadow Broker is never going to break you."

"He... isn't?" Liara didn't know what else to say. Had her captor, the woman who was in charge of breaking down her and her friends, really just said that?

Delaana laughed. "You're a terrible actress, you know? Every time you try to look whipped and beaten, you put that meek little look on your face... I ain't buying it. I'm not sure what the Broker is thinking, but he's wasting his damn time, I say. He may have beaten you down just like I beat that justicar, but he didn't defeat you. And unless I miss my guess, he never will."

"Wh... why are you telling me this?"

Delaana shrugged a shoulder casually. "Maybe I'm sick of watching you try to pretend. If I'm going to keep having these chats with you, maybe I'd like to talk to the real Liara T'Soni, not the fake whipped slave persona you're trying to put on when you're around me. Look, I'm not going to pretend that you aren't here just because I've got the gun to your head, pet. But if the Broker's going to keep chasing this foolish idea of watching you get broken, we're going to be here for a good long while. Might as well not waste time bullshitting with each other, right?"

"I suppose not," Liara agreed, still a little stunned about the direction this conversation had taken.

"So, as long as we're being honest: tell me, Dr. T'Soni? How do you feel about me after all our quality time together?"

Liara cocked her head at Delaana. "How do I feel about you? You've set a pack of rapists on my lover and her friend, and forced me to watch as they get turned into mindless sex slaves! How the hell do you think I feel about you? I hate your guts!"

"See, that's what I'm talking about, pet!" Delaana's voice was filled with delight. "That's who I want to see come by and visit me. Not the fake little mouse you've been playing up to this point. I want to see those claws come out!"

If anything, Liara only hated the asari mercenary more now. The bitch was treating Liara like her own personal entertainment, while overseeing the abuse and torture of her friends without a shred of remorse. At the same time, though, there was something almost liberating about not having to hide it anymore. She stared back at Delaana now with open disdain.

"Well, this has definitely been a lot of fun," Delaana said. "But I think it's time for you to head back now." Gesturing toward the bowl, she grinned. "But please, have another before you leave."

She wanted to make a grand gesture of turning to leave without even acknowledging the offer, but dammit. After so many days of eating that bland slop, the taste of that chocolate had been so amazing. She tried her best to keep the simmering hatred in her eyes, even as she begrudgingly pulled out another sweet and left the office.

* * *

The taste of the chocolate was still in her mouth when she reached the cell. With no guard currently inside, the door was closed, and Liara noticed that the door was only locked from the inside, not the outside. "Could be helpful to remember," she mentally filed away the piece of information as she trigged the door and entered the cell.

And noticed immediately that Shepard was gone. Miranda looked up at Liara's arrival with a sad expression. "The Broker called for her."

"Goddess," Liara breathed, as she slumped down against a wall of the bare cell. The reprieve had been short, but Liara knew it couldn't have lasted forever. She reluctantly looked up to see that the vidscreen in their cell was activated.

But it wasn't the Broker's office that was on screen. After a second of staring at the grainy video footage, and seeing some of the furniture in the unfamiliar room, Liara finally realized what she was seeing and groaned in disgusted horror.

It was the beast's bedroom.
The massive yahg had a bed appropriate for its size, wide enough to fit five asari comfortably. The Broker was currently reclining his giant bulk against a mound of pillows, naked with his pulsing, oozing member pointing toward the ceiling.

"Come, slave," the beast intoned. "Service your master properly."

From off-screen, Shepard walked into view, her back to the camera. Liara couldn't see her expression as she got on all fours on the bed and crawled toward the Broker's veiny prick, but Liara had a hard time imagining that Shepard would be able to keep up her act in the face of having to pleasure this monster again.

The Broker's hideous mouth gaped open as Shepard began licking up and down the length of his shaft, lapping up the slimy ooze and precum dripping from the monstrous organ.

"My men tell me you have been most cooperative in the past few days," the Broker said, and the sound of it made Liara long for the days when he had been busy with other affairs. It had been bad enough when he had been hurling threats at them during their ill-fated battle. Now, to hear his voice filled with animalistic lust, was perhaps even more horrifying. "Perhaps you have grown accustomed to your status as a worthless slave."

"Yes, master," Shepard breathed, bringing her hands around to work up and down the Broker's slimy shaft as she spoke. "I am your slave. That's all I am, and all I ever will be."

Shepard was doing so well at sounding defeated, Liara worried for a split second that perhaps she wasn't faking. But that was impossible. Delaana just got finished talking about how strong Liara was, and how the Shadow Broker would never break her. And Liara was nothing compared to Shepard. Shepard had been through so much, weathered so many awful things. Liara couldn't imagine her will ever being broken.

But Shepard was still doing well at playing the part, resuming her oral attentions on the Broker's prick while continuing to stroke it as well. Probably hoping that she could finish him off before he decided to put that huge thing inside of her.

No such luck, however. After several minutes of Shepard's oral efforts, the Broker leaned forward, shoving Shepard back onto the bed roughly with one meaty hand. Getting onto his knees between Shepard's legs, the beast grabbed a thigh in each hand.

"Now, slave," the Broker said to her, positioning the head of his slimy prick at Shepard's opening. "Ask your master to fuck you."

"Ohhh, oh, please. Master, please," Shepard moaned, putting on a show of rolling her hips around, acting like she was desperate to have this monstrous creature inside her. "Fuck me, master, please. I missed your cock so much while you were gone. Please, I need it so bad."

"Then I shall grant it to you, slave," the Broker intoned, before yanking Shepard forward, burying his entire length inside her in one swift stroke.

"AAAAAAHHH!" Shepard cried out at the sudden, painful penetration. As the Broker began fucking her roughly, she gritted her teeth through the pain and continued the act. "Thank you, master. Thank you for... oooh... for fucking your worthless slave. I'm... unh... not worthy of your cock." The Broker's bed let out a cacophony of creaks, as he roughly took his slave.

It went on for much longer than usual, the Shadow Broker slowing his thrusts as his climax approached, delaying the final release as long as possible to prolong Shepard's torture. But Shepard, to her credit, never dropped the guise of the defeated slave. Whenever the Broker slowed down, she urged him to fuck her harder again. When he thrust into her as quickly as his bulk would allow, she moaned and squealed like a common whore.

As before, Liara admired her lover for keeping up the ruse, but it didn't make listening to Shepard debase herself any less painful in the end.

Finally, the Broker had had his fill, and he pulled out of Shepard and began jerking at his cock.

"Master," Shepard said, nearly out of breath from the rough fucking she'd just undergone. "Let me, master."
She nudged the surprised Broker's hand away from his prick with one of her feet, and then placed both of her bare feet on either side of his throbbing cock. Liara placed a hand to her mouth as she watched Shepard agilely jerking off the yahg's cock with her feet.

"Cum for me, master," Shepard urged the beast, her muscular legs bending and flexing as her feet worked the Broker's shaft. "Cum on your filthy slave. Cover me in your cum."

The Broker's four pairs of eyes shut all at once, and he roared as his cock began spewing a truly massive load all over a moaning Shepard. The thick ropes of jism soon covered Shepard, but she kept her feet moving until ever last drop of the yahg's cum had been coaxed out of him, and she seemed to be almost swimming in the foul substance. As the last few drops squirted out, Shepard opened her mouth and aimed the head of the Broker's prick at her mouth, catching the sticky glop in her mouth.

The Shadow Broker let out a satisfied growl as his prick receded back into his body. "An excellent effort, slave. Go clean yourself and return to your cell. I only hope your fellow captive is able to match such a performance the next time I call upon her."

Liara heard Miranda shiver, no doubt imagining what she would have to do to please their hideous master next time.

"Thank you, master," Shepard said, cum dripping off her body as she left the room.

"'The Shadow Broker is never going to break you,'" Delaana had said, and as much as Liara hated that woman, she also wanted desperately to believe her. Because at times like this, seeing Shepard acting utterly debased and defeated, Liara didn't feel like she had the strength that Delaana claimed to see there in her eyes.

After a few minutes, Shepard returned, body rinsed of all of the Broker's fluids. Sitting down next to Liara against the wall, Shepard wrapped her arms around Liara and held her tightly.

"Are you alright, Shepard?" Liara whispered to her.

"It's just an... just something I'm going to have to deal with," Shepard muttered.

Liara reached up a hand to stroke Shepard's cheek. "We're going to get out of here, Shepard. Solvitis has a plan. We have to trust he can get us out."

"I suppose," Shepard said, and Liara heard that same defeat in her voice that she'd heard when Shepard had been playing the broken sex slave to the Shadow Broker.

"We're going to get through this, Shepard," Liara said, leaning toward Shepard with lips parted. "I know we are."

Shepard moved in as well, and their lips met in a warm, open kiss, tongues meeting as...

Liara's eyes immediately went wide. "Oh, Goddess, it's... his taste is still in her mouth," she thought in a disgusted panic. She wanted to pull away, but Shepard had put her hand on the back of Liara's neck and was pressing her forward. Liara struggled not to retch as the horrid taste of the Broker's fluids seemed to wash all over her tongue. She squirmed in Shepard's embrace, trying to give Shepard a hint of her discomfort, but Shepard was too wrapped up in her passion to notice Liara's veiled revulsion.

Finally, mercifully, Shepard pulled away, and Liara took a deep breath and coughed.

"Something wrong?" Shepard asked her.

"No, I'm fine," Liara said, trying not to show how ill she was now feeling in her expression.

As they settled back in to rest for the evening, Shepard's arms wrapped protectively around Liara, Liara thought back to the taste of that chocolate. Anything to get her mind off the horrid flavor of the Broker's fluids in Shepard's kiss.

"'The Shadow Broker is never going to break you,'" Delaana's words in her mind again. And strangely enough, it was those words that brought the most comfort to Liara as she blocked out the horrid memories of the day and drifted off to sleep.
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