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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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Liara stared at the two chuckling mercenaries, too stunned by the sudden turn of events to even figure out what to say. Escape had seemed so close...

"Didn't I tell you it would be worth it?" Solvitis asked Bowers, nudging the human next to him with his elbow. "This is always the best part, right here. That pitiful little look she gives me just when she realizes that there's no hope of escape. After so many times, it still never gets old."

"You..." Liara said, as she heard the sound of the vorcha behind her, fighting amongst themselves among which holes each would get to claim first on the enslaved humans. "You were never in C-Sec, were you?"

Solvitis shook his head. "Actually, that part was true. Went undercover just like I said, but you know something? Once I got a taste of life as a mercenary, I realized I'd have to be a complete moron to go back to being a C-Sec drone. Taking orders from some moron working at a desk? Making barely enough credits to get by? Having people treat me like garbage and be forced to sit there and take it? No damn way."

The turian took a step toward her. At that moment, the haze of confusion momentarily lifted from Liara's mind, and she felt the cold metal in her palm.

"Don't!" Liara yelled, as she swung her arm up to aim Solvitis's stolen pistol at the former owner's head. "Don't take another step!"

"Better listen to her, Solly," Bowers said, but his tone was jocular and unconcerned. "She's got a gun, after all."

Solvitis took another step, and Liara pulled the trigger. But nothing happened. The second pull brought nothing but a clicking sound, just like the first. Tossing aside the useless weapon, she raised a hand to direct a biotic attack at him.

"Go ahead, babe, give it a try," Solvitis said, without a hint of fear in his voice. "Better do it fast, though. Because if you go for it, and it doesn't kill me, I'm going to order the Shadow Broker's newest recruits back there to rip your human friends limb from limb. Have you ever seen what a vorcha can do to someone with those teeth? Not a pretty picture."

Solvitis watched her, waiting to see what she would do next. Defeated, Liara lowered her hand to her side.

"That's better," the turian said. Behind Liara, the aggressive growls of arguing vorcha had ceased, replaced by the now-disgustingly familiar sounds of slurping mouths and flesh slapping against flesh. "To answer your question from earlier, her name was Kaleesa. And it was a pity for her that she didn't like my plan to tell C-Sec to go fuck themselves and live the life of a mercenary. She might have made a decent go at it, but instead she forced my hand. Couldn't have her going back to C-Sec and ruining my new career choice, after all."

Reaching back to holster his rifle, Solvitis then grabbed Liara by the shoulders and turned her around. The feeling of the turian's hands on her skin filled her with panic: whatever was going to happen to her here, the Shadow Broker's rules about not touching her were apparently no longer in effect.

Solvitis held her in place, forcing her to watch as the vorcha got their pleasure from the limp, unresisting humans. Miranda was lowering herself down onto the disgusting prick of one of the beasts lying on the floor, while another thrust his meat between her lips and she entertained two more of them, one in each hand. Meanwhile, the remaining two had gotten Shepard down on her hands and knees, and were taking her from each end. The one in front growled as he face-fucked the human woman, while the one behind her forced himself roughly inside Shepard's pussy.

"Disgusting beasts, aren't they?" she heard Solvitis muttering next to her. "It's no wonder even their own women find them disgusting. But you're an educated asari, I'm sure you know all about the gifts that evolution gave these vermin."
She knew. Vorcha were adaptable species, and between their short lifespans and their violent culture, nature had been forced to find a way to allow them to propagate their species. She could see what appeared to be sweat gleaming off of their twisted flesh, but she knew what it actually was: a powerful aphrodisiac, one that ensured that their chosen mates wouldn't struggle for long, and be driven to unimaginable heights of arousal. And while vorcha body chemistry was quite different than humans, they had enough in common that Liara had no doubt the chemical reaction would be triggered in Shepard and Miranda as well.

"Kaleesa. She was my first," Solvitis slimily spoke into her ear cavity. "I'll never forget the way she begged me to stop. She couldn't have known what she would end up triggering in me. Her cries for mercy, her struggling... I swear, my cock has never been as stiff as it was watching her bleed out." His voice turned caustic as he continued speaking. "But those assholes in the Blue Suns just had to walk in when they did, and spoil it all. Thought I'd turned traitor, and it wasn't like telling the truth was going to help my case, either. So they shot me down and left me for dead. I showed them, though. Showed them all."

Sure enough, Shepard and Miranda were beginning to show signs of being affected by the vorcha body chemistry. Shepard was moaning and frantically thrusting back against the vorcha plowing her ass, while she reached a hand up to cradle the balls of the one in her mouth. A few feet away, one of the vorcha cocks in Miranda's hand started to twitch, and her lips left the prick in her mouth with a wet pop. She turned and extended her tongue, working the vorcha's cock faster, her eyes wide and eager to swallow the creature's load.

With a triumphant cry, the vorcha began shooting his load, his twitching prick firing off thick ropes of foul-smelling cum. Miranda closed her eyes as the semen jetted across her face and mouth, her hand milking every last drop of the vorcha's load.

As Miranda lapped at the dripping head of the vorcha's cock, Liara recalled another piece of vorcha biological trivia. It was the other part of their biology that ensured the survival of their kind: the average male vorcha had a refractory period of around 0.6 seconds. Which meant that after their orgasm, they were able to sustain an erection and resume copulating almost immediately.

In theory, this would allow them to impregnate as many females as they were able to catch and expose to their pheromones. But what it meant in this moment was that these six vorcha would be able to keep fucking Shepard and Miranda, over and over again, until the beasts were too exhausted to continue.

Solvitis paused in his story to let out a bemused chuckle, watching in appreciation as Shepard and Miranda moaned in chemically-induced arousal. "Look at the little whores. Honestly, babe, it'd be a crime to try and take them away from here. Rob them of all the cocks they've been begging for the last month."

"They... they were faking," Liara meekly stated. "Faking so that we'd be able to..." Liara didn't finish the sentence. She struggled to keep her emotions in check. These sick bastards weren't going to see her break. She wouldn't let them.

"I see it in your eyes, too. And what I see there tells me, beyond any doubt, that the Shadow Broker is never going to break you."

Where was Delaana through all this, Liara wondered. But part of her knew. There was no way she didn't know what was going on. She was probably back in her office, watching on a monitor and laughing at how pathetic Liara was. All that talk about how strong she was, how they'd never break her... it was all part of the plan, to give Liara that false hope.

She wanted to shut her eyes, block out the images of Shepard and Miranda being shoved and rearranged into new positions, the vorcha trading spots and shoving their cocks into new holes. The two human women were now fully under the influence of the alien pheromone, and their faces were filled with wanton desire as they spread their legs for the next round.
"Aw, don't be upset," Solvitis mockingly said. "Me and Bowers, we were just playing a harmless prank. Isn't that right, buddy?"

"Yeah, just a prank," Bowers said behind them. "We do it to all the guys when they first join the team. Kind of our way of welcoming them into the fold."

Solvitis gripped Liara's shoulders tightly, Liara almost not feeling the pain through the numbness that had crept across her body. "See? Cheer up. It's almost like you're one of us now! We're all just one big happy family."

"And you know how the saying goes?" Bowers said. Liara felt herself being spun around, Solvitis facing her towards his partner.

When she saw what he was carrying, she winced. "No," she weakly protested. "Please, no."

"The family that plays together," Bowers said, as he dangled the thick strap-on in the air, "stays together."

"I won't..." Liara moaned, all while knowing that she would. She would do whatever they told her to, because there was no hope left. Their last chance of escape was gone. They would remain here as long as the Shadow Broker willed it.

She could struggle against the bonds all she wanted, but they were never going away. It was over. All over.

Appropriately, Bowers and Solvitis laughed at Liara's pointless protests. "What's the matter?" Bowers said, waving the strap-on back and forth in front of her face. "Don't you want to fuck your precious Commander Shepard? After all, the rest of the boys have all gotten their turns with her. Only right that our new member gets her chance to fuck the dirty little whore."

"Do whatever you want to me, just... please don't make me do this," Liara said, the thought of forcing herself on Shepard like that making her want to puke. Yes, Shepard would probably seem like she was allowing it to happen, like she was enjoying herself. But it wouldn't be her. Not while she was under the influence of the vorcha pheromone.

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, Solvitis shrugged his shoulders. "It's not like it's a big deal. I just know she'd love it." Turning to the ongoing vorcha gangbang, Solvitis barked out orders. "Hey, fellas! Have your fun with the dark-haired one for a while. Shepard, get over here!"

While the six vorcha converged eagerly on the moaning Miranda, Shepard walked over with a dreamy smile on her face. "Yes, sir," she said, and the sound of it made Liara's heart ache.

"You're looking like you're feeling pretty horny, baby." Solvitis put on his most charming voice as he spoke.

"Uh huh," Shepard nodded, staring at Solvitis with wide, eager eyes.

Solvitis leered at her. "Tell me. Tell me how horny you are."

"So fucking horny," Shepard cooed. As if to demonstrate, she reached down to rub at her snatch, still dripping with the load that the last vorcha had spilled inside her. "You gonna fuck me? It's been so long since I've had that thick turian cock inside me."

Over the past month, Liara had been no stranger to hearing Shepard put on a show of talking dirty for their captors. But it was so much worse to hear her now, the desire in her voice not faked in the slightest. Even if it didn't sound all that different from before, Liara wished she could block it out all the same.

Glancing over at Liara and seeing her discomfort, Solvitis winked. "Oh, I don't think it's been all that long, babe. But no, I'm not gonna fuck you, Shepard."

"Aw," Shepard put on a pouty expression, before turning her attention to the other non-vorcha male in the room. "Bowers, you want to fuck me?" she moaned as she brazenly reached down and groped at the bulge in his pants. Her unfocused eyes locked on the strap-on in his hand and she giggled. "Oooh, is it me or Miranda this time?"

"Actually, it's her," Bowers said, pointing his free hand to Liara. "But she's feeling kinda shy, Shepard. She's thinking maybe you don't want her to fuck you with this thing. Why don't you go over and convince your little asari girlfriend just how horny you are?"
Goddess, the look Shepard gave her then. It was a look she was well-acquainted with, from their nights on the Normandy SR-1. Before the Collectors attacked, Liara went up against the Shadow Broker, and everything good in Liara's life was stripped away. To see Shepard looking at her now, with that open invitation in her eyes, was an image Liara wished she could burn out of her mind.

"Come on, Liara," Shepard said, swaying her hips as she sauntered over. "You don't know what you've been missing out on. When you just let go and give yourself over to the pleasure..." Shepard reached her, and reached down to trail a finger down Liara's side. "You wouldn't believe how amazing it feels."

"Shepard, you need to fight it," Liara said, even as Shepard reached around to grope at her ass. "You're not yourself. It's the chemicals from those vorcha!"

Liara wasn't sure what reaction her words would get, but was still surprised to see Shepard's sultry look change to one of... confusion. "The vorcha? But I..." the moment of hesitation was only for a second. But the look of desire soon returned to Shepard's face, and she continued to grope at Liara. "It doesn't matter. What does matter is that I feel wonderful. I don't want to escape anymore, Liara. I want to stay here." She removed her hands from Liara's backside and ran them gently up Liara's back, stroking her flesh lovingly. "You... me... Miranda... we could be so happy here."

Shepard turned to the side, and Liara followed her gaze to watch as Miranda squealed in delight. She was bouncing up and down on the cock of a vorcha sitting on a storage crate, while the other five vorcha jockeyed around her for position, fighting for her hands and her mouth. From the sticky fluids that covered the mewling brunette, Liara imagined that all of them had fired off at least two loads on the sex-charged woman. And none of them looked like they'd be ready to quit anytime soon.

"Look at her, Liara," Shepard moaned. "Doesn't she look happy? That could be you there. Cock after cock shooting inside of you, all over you. Cumming over and over again, one orgasm running into another until it feels like they're never going to stop. You've denied yourself for too long, Liara. Surrender to it. Just give in."

"Shepard, please," Liara turned back to her lover, searching in Shepard's green eyes for any sign of sanity left. But the pheromone was too strong, it seemed, and all Liara saw there was unrestrained lust.

"Dammit, we ain't got all night," Bowers said, and Liara felt herself being yanked away from Shepard and dragged over to the area of the hangar where Shepard had been previously raped by the vorcha. "Maybe this will get you into the spirit of things, bitch."

And Liara felt herself being forced to the ground, face-first into a puddle of vorcha semen.
Bowers pressed her face hard into the floor, rubbing her head around in the disgusting muck. "Take a deep breath, bitch," Bowers said, his grip tight and unforgiving. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you're like when you've loosened up like your friends."

"Hold your breath," Liara thought to herself. "Don't breathe in, whatever you do." But she couldn't hold out forever, and Bowers was showing no signs of relenting any time soon.

Finally, her endurance gave out, and she drew in a ragged, gasping breath. When the smell hit her nostrils, she didn't know whether or laugh or vomit. "Goddess, how could something that smelled so disgusting be an aphrodisiac?" she thought, as the nauseatingly putrid aroma filled her lungs. She wondered if perhaps the pheromone was less effective on asari than on humans. She seemed to recall that there was no difference in the effect across species, but it's not like alien reproduction was her major field of study. Maybe she was mistaken.

After several more breaths, the puddle of cum now half-smeared across her face, half festering on the floor, Bowers drug her to her feet. "How long you reckon it's going to take?" Bowers turned to Solvitis with the question.

"Maybe a little longer than the humans, but it shouldn't take more than a minute," Solvitis responded. "The good doctor hasn't been... loosened up like her friends have, after all."

"Well, we should help her get ready while we're waiting," Bowers said, as he moved behind Liara's back and began putting the strap-on into position around her waist.

Liara idly wiped as the smeared cum on her face. She had to admit that she was feeling... different. Not sexually aroused by any means; in these circumstances, that would be insane. But her head was feeling lighter, a little floaty. The aches and pains in her body from sleeping on a hard floor for the last month were dulled just a little. If this was what being exposed to their pheromones was like for an asari, she might be tempted to blow a vorcha or two if it made her feel this... what was had she just thought?

She felt the tightening of the nylon straps around her hips, and she thought to herself that she should be doing something to stop this. But ultimately, she decided it didn't matter. These perverted bastards could attach as many sex toys to her as they wanted. It wasn't like they could force her to use them on anyone.

Her head swimming, she stared down at the dark purple phallus now jutting out from her crotch. It looked so ridiculous, and before she knew it, she was giggling. It felt good to laugh; she'd been so miserable these past few weeks. And why was that? It was strange, but damned if she could remember.

She looked back up at the people in the hangar bay. Bowers and Solvitis, watching her expectantly. Silly men. No doubt they were waiting on her to start touching herself, acting like a filthy whore for their pleasure. But she was stronger than that. She was Dr. Liara T'Soni, feared information broker and hero of the galaxy. She was strong enough to resist any chemicals they pumped into her.

Her gaze turned to Miranda, kneeling on the floor while the six vorcha encircled her, jerking their cocks and showering her in jism. It was a sight that horrified her just a few minutes ago, but now she found that she couldn't stop staring. Watching Miranda grin and finger her snatch as she felt another hot spray of cum hit her bouncing, beautiful tits, Liara didn't realize at first that she had started licking her lips. Goddess, Miranda really was genetically perfect. Liara had never really found any other women besides Shepard all that arousing, but watching Miranda's curvy naked body got soaked with cum, Liara could just imagine herself walking over there and licking up every last drop of vorcha cum from that pale, enticing flesh. The thought of it made her want to reach down between her legs and start...
"Oh, Goddess, it's happening," a small voice in the back of her mind said. "Fight it, Liara. Fight it!" She thought about the Reapers, the struggle to save the galaxy... anything to take her mind off the growing warmth between her thighs. But when she tried to distract herself by thinking about her friends on the Normandy, the time they had shared together, the image warped in her mind. Garrus had stripped Tali out of her suit and was ruthlessly ramming his cock into her, while she mewled and squealed. Ashley was on her knees, hungrily lapping at Wrex's quad, before the krogan mercenary lifted her in the air and lowered her down on his thick length.

Liara struggled in vain to banish the suddenly carnal image from her mind, but not before she saw herself in the fantasy, tossing off her clothing and walking into the group, their hands reaching out to touch and stroke her flesh.

"Looks like she's all primed and ready," she heard Solvitis saying through the haze of arousal that had filled her mind. "Shepard, why don't you hop up on that crate and spread your legs for the lovely lady?"

Liara watched as Shepard turned to obey, her eyes locked on Shepard's gorgeous ass as she went. Goddess, it had been too long since they'd fucked.

Funny, she had always been reluctant to use that word before to describe it. "Making love" had always sounded so much more romantic, much less tawdry. But in the end, Liara realized, it was all the same. Whether it was Shepard and her in the captain's cabin, or Miranda with a pack of insatiable vorcha, it was all just fucking. Pure, unbridled pleasure, a true expression of the animal nature inside all of them.

She smiled as she watched Shepard hop back onto a crate, spread her legs wide, and watch Liara in anticipation. As Liara moved to take a step forward, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hold up," she heard Bowers behind her. "This is the best part." Reaching down between her legs, Bowers found a small switch and pressed it.

"Oh!" Liara cried out, as she felt the device hum to life. She felt little sparks between her legs, as the high-tech sex toy interfaced with her nervous system. It felt like a whole new body part was being drawn out of her. Reaching down, she gripped the fake cock between her legs, and was able to feel the sensation of her fingers rubbing the surface of the device.

By that point, she was gone. Any protests her rational mind had to lodge over what was about to happen were muted, and she focused her attention on her gorgeous human lover. And the wet slit between her legs, just begging for somebody to fill it.

The mercenaries, the vorcha gangbang on Miranda... all of it faded away, until the only thing that Liara could see was the sexy woman in front of her. Placing herself between Shepard's legs, she leaned forward to kiss the red-headed human. Her lover returned the kiss passionately, and Liara didn't even register the taste of vorcha cum on her tongue. All she cared about was fucking this woman. Not making love to her, but fucking her.

She placed the head of the strap-on at Shepard's entrance, and the feeling of her moist pussy lips on the cock head was indescribable. Goddess, why hadn't they bought one of these before? Behind her, she could dimly hear the two mercenaries egging her own, urging her to "fuck the little slut." But they didn't matter right now. They could have their turn later; right now Shepard was hers and hers alone.

"You want this inside you?" she said to Shepard, rubbing the head of the strap-on up and down her slick pussy lips for emphasis. "You want me to fuck you with this, Shepard?"

The sound of Liara talking dirty to her made Shepard let out a heated moan. "Yessssss," she hissed. "Fuck me, Liara. I want you deep inside me."
In her current state, Liara had no misgivings about fulfilling Shepard's desire. She had never done anything like this before; their bedroom activities back on the Normandy had never involved anything kinkier than a vibrator on occasion. But as she began slowly penetrating Shepard, and felt the warmth of her insides gripping the length of her artificial cock, she cursed herself for having previously been so demure. Liara felt Shepard wrapping her legs around her hips, holding her in place and pressing her to move faster. To fuck her faster.

"Oh, yes," Shepard moaned, staring down at the thick cock forcing her open. Her hands reached up to fondle her own breasts. "Harder, Liara. Faster. It's so good. So fucking good."

Liara's head was spinning, and she felt like she might faint from the overload of sensations shooting across her nervous system. All she cared about now was the pleasure of the moment. What would come after this didn't matter. Maybe they'd turn the tables and have Shepard fuck her next. Or maybe she'd get a chance to make Miranda beg for this wonderful toy inside her. But right now, in this moment, she was fucking the women she loved, and she couldn't be happier about it.

And just as she felt her climax approach, she made a gesture of habit, one that she had done many times before in this moment. Reaching forward, she gripped Shepard's face in her hands, and smiled as her eyes went black.

"Embrace eternity," she breathed.

And in the span of less than a second, Liara's entire world was destroyed.

* * *

It had been after the fight they'd had, over the mess hall encounter with Solvitis. That was when Shepard had given in.

She had been feeling the urges before that, of course. Only a few days into their captivity, she had been started feeling peculiar. The shame and disgust of what their captors were doing to them was dulling just a little bit. Replaced with... what exactly? Shepard wasn't sure.

It was only natural, she told herself. The body and the mind were two separate entities in a lot of ways, and even with a rebuilt body courtesy of Cerberus, she supposed that it was just like any other in the end. Rape victims sometimes experienced unwanted arousal, and even orgasm, during the act. She wasn't any different.

But she was feeling it more and more these days. That tingling down below. She ignored it as best she could. Focused on Liara, trying to be strong for her. But when the men came for them, or when she was sent to pleasure the Shadow Broker, it was becoming harder and harder to deny that she was...

...Enjoying it? No, that wasn't the word. Definitely not the word. But as the days in captivity had gone by, she feared the arrival of their tormenters less and less. Had gotten used to the taste of a grimy, poorly washed cock forcing itself down her throat. Resigned herself to obediently spreading her legs to take another hard fucking.

And there was no point in struggling, anyway. If there was a way for them to escape, she didn't see it at that time. So if they were stuck here for the foreseeable future, might as well just... lie back and take it.

Then Liara came into their cell with the message from Solvitis, and things should have changed then. But the thought of escaping didn't bring the joy Shepard thought it would. It wasn't that she wanted to stay. But the thought of escape just brought with it the reminder of the terrible evil lurking in dark space. The army of Reapers waiting to destroy the galaxy.

She knew that once they had escaped, and once she was back in the Normandy, it would be right back to watching the pain and suffering of everyone around her. Everyone looking to her to solve the galaxy's problems. To be the hero.

Maybe she didn't want to be the hero anymore. Maybe she just wanted to let someone else handle the big problems. Let her stay here, be a slave. A slave didn't have to make the hard choices. Didn't have to watch as her friends died as a direct result of her decisions. A slave just had one thing to worry about: the will of the master. Please the master, and everything would be fine.
But Liara wanted to be free. And if nothing else, the thought of watching Liara being turned into a beaten, defeated slave had kept Shepard focused. So when Solvitis was about to have his cover blown, Shepard had gone to work at pleasing him, for Liara's sake.

And it wasn't bad. Wasn't bad at all. Felt nice to have him inside her, his turian cock filling her in that same wonderful way that Garrus's had just before they had flown through the Omega 4 Relay and into an uncertain fate.

She had lost control, though. The false show of disgust and horror she had put up over the last few days had fallen away, and she had shown her true colors to Liara. Shown her how weak she really was, how she had surrendered to the pleasures of the flesh.

And Liara had punished her for it. In that moment in the cell afterward, Shepard had hated her. Hated that she was holding Shepard's indiscretion with Garrus over her head. Hated that she focused so much on petty relationship squabbles, while she sat back and watch Shepard and Miranda be violated over and over again.

But most of all, she hated Liara for making her realize how far she had fallen. Made her realize that all of her "faking" to keep their captors off guard wasn't faking at all. That she had become a willing participant to this madness.

"Fine, then," she had thought in the mess hall, after Liara had ignored her all morning. "If she's going to treat me like a slut, then I'll be a slut. I'll give in and let her watch as these men treat me like their personal cum bucket. See how happy that makes her."

And so she had given up on the lie. Begged Bowers to stick that thick, delectable cock of his inside of her. And it had been amazing. She had thought she would feel disgusted with herself, surrendering herself to the twisted desires of her captors. But oddly enough, accepting that she was a defeated prisoner, a willing fuck toy, had felt freeing. All the pretending, the fakery was gone, with nothing left for Shepard to concern herself with but which cock was going to go inside her next, and how many times she would cum before it was all over.

Liara had apologized soon after that, but it was too late for Shepard. She had already crossed a line, and she knew that there was no turning back now. The best she could manage was put on a show for Liara, pretend that she was waiting in dread for the door to their cell to open, and not eager anticipation of the fun to come.

And once Liara started paying regular visits to the office of the merc leader, Shepard got even more time to play. The first time, when it was obvious to her that Liara would be gone for a while, Shepard had looked over at Miranda, and their eyes met in silent agreement. Moments later, the two of them were locked in a 69 position, Shepard hungrily lapping away at Miranda's delicious cunt. Idly, while Miranda's tongue darted against her clit, Shepard wondered when Miranda had given up like Shepard had. But that didn't really matter. All that mattered was that the two of them were horny as hell, and there were no cocks around to relieve the aching desire inside them.

But that situation didn't last long. When it was obvious that Liara and Delaana's meetings would be a regular occurrence, she and Miranda started getting regular, and welcome, visits from Bowers and Solvitis during that time. As the two mercs took turns fucking the two moaning, willing women, they would laugh about the plan they had come up with together. How it would be so amazing when Liara realized that Solvitis had been suckering them the whole time, and that all of her hopes for escape were all a sham.

Part of Shepard knew she should tell Liara about this, but every day she would come up with a new rationalization for why she should wait a little while longer. That it would be cruel to dash Liara's last bit of hope away from her. That it would do nothing but cast her deeper into despair. That Liara would hate her for not telling her days ago.

But the real reason was obvious: if she told Liara the truth, and they found out she had, they might not come around to fuck her anymore. And the thought of that made her shiver, made her cunt ache at the thought of losing that wonderful feeling of fulfillment.
And so it had went for weeks, Shepard and Miranda enjoying the hard mercenary cocks whenever they were around, and enjoying the taste of each other when they weren't. It got to the point where Shepard actually felt disappointment at Liara's presence, knowing that it meant she'd have to pretend to be the strong commander Liara had fallen in love with, rather than the dirty cock-slave she knew she had become.

Then came the day of the escape. She and Miranda had gone along with it, following along with Liara and Solvitis, even though they knew that it was all a lie. When Liara had grabbed Solvitis's pistol, though, Shepard had been unable to hold back her fear, that Liara might kill him and rob Shepard of his thick blue cock. But Solvitis had managed to distract her with the arrival of the shuttle, and when Liara had instructed Shepard to pick up the assault rifle, she had obediently returned it to Solvitis as soon as Liara had turned away.

And as Bowers had forced Liara down into the puddle of vorcha cum, and Shepard had seen that look of desire come to her face afterward, she had felt overjoyed. Finally, Liara would be like her and Miranda. They could all be together, fucking and sucking and loving every minute of it.

The three of them would be happy slaves. Just like they should be.

* * *

Liara's eyes went back to their normal color, and she immediately gasped and fell away from Shepard onto the floor. "You..." she said in disbelief. "You knew?" All the effects of the pheromone had melted away, as Liara was filled with the twin realizations of what had been done to Shepard, both by Liara in that moment, and by their captors over the course of the last month.

"I'm sorry, Liara," Shepard said weakly, sorrow on her face even as she continued rubbing at herself. "I'm so sorry."

Liara felt the tears coming to her eyes, and she no longer felt the need to hold them back. In that moment, she have welcomed the sound of an explosion around her neck, of her collar detonating and ending this all.

They had done the worst thing they could have possibly done. They had broken Shepard, completely and utterly. The one reason for living she had left, they had twisted her mind and left her a husk of the woman she loved.

It was in that moment of complete despair, that the door to the shuttle bay slid open.

"What... the fuck... is this?" said a livid Delaana, her teeth bared and gritted as she surveyed the scene. "Did you assholes think you would actually get away with this? That if you pulled this off while I was sleeping, I wouldn't find out?"

Liara wanted to tell her to stop. That the jig was up, and that she didn't need to put on a show anymore. But she was too heartbroken to do anything other than sob.

Bowers and Solvitis laughed amongst themselves, no sign of fear in the face of their furious commander. "She's so adorable when she's angry, isn't she?" Bowers snarked.

Delaana stared at the two of them in utter disbelief. "Let's see how adorable you think it is when I bash your skull in against the bulkhead, you piece of..."

"Uh uh uh," Bowers said, shaking a finger in admonishment. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"You've got exactly two seconds to tell me why I shouldn't do that," Delaana snarled. "Enjoy them, because they're also the last two seconds of your life."

"I don't think so," Bowers said, letting out a sharp whistle. "Come on out, boys!"

And from behind the packing crates, in the shadows of the shuttle bay, Liara saw the rest of the merc team emerge, rifles aimed at Delaana.

Delaana stared around the room at the armed mercenaries, the fury on her face being replaced with a cocky smirk. "So, it's mutiny, then. Well, we'll see how the Shadow Broker reacts to this little plan of yours, Bowers."

"Oh, I'm not worried too much about that," Bowers said, crossing his arms and sneering at Delaana. "I just got word today from him, actually. Seems he thinks there should be a change of leadership around here."

Delaana glared at him. "You're full of shit. He didn't tell me anything."
"Plans have changed, Delaana," Bowers said, reveling in the chance to talk back to his hated commander without fear. "The facility is complete. We're diverting course and should be arriving there in two days. And when we get there... this little merc band is getting itself a new leader."

"You?" Delaana asked, her tone caustic. "You've got to be fucking kidding me! You couldn't lead a pack of flies to a pile of varren shit."

Bowers shrugged. "Guess the Shadow Broker saw something in me. Or at least, he saw more than he did with you. Did you forget, Delaana? That camera in your office? You're supposed to be tormenting the slaves, you dumb bitch. Not making friends with them. The Shadow Broker thinks that maybe you've forgotten that little aspect of your job."

Delaana said nothing, her nostrils flaring as Bowers gleefully mocked her.

"See, I know how to treat these little bitches," Bowers said, as he crouched down by Liara and grinned at her. "A fine piece of asari pussy like this... it's made for fucking, not for talking," he said. Looking up and down Liara's body, he let out an appreciative grunt. "And when we get to the facility... I'm finally going to get the chance to give her everything she's been missing out on this past month."

"No," Delaana said, her voice suddenly drained of all its normal forcefulness. "The rules are..."

"The rules are gonna change, bitch," Bowers said, getting back to his feet. "The second we step inside the facility, your precious little friend here is going to be fair game. And you better believe that me and the boys are gonna make up for lost time on this little piece of blue meat."

"You..." Delaana stammered, her face contorting as if she was in pain. "You think I'm going to sit back and watch you... that I'm going to take orders from you?"

Bowers raised a finger. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. See, the Shadow Broker's going to be relocating to the facility once we arrive. But just in case somebody comes looking for him again, he's going to send this ship back out as a decoy. And guess who he picked to head up such a prestigious assignment?" Not waiting for Delaana to respond, Bowers gestured behind his back, to the group of vorcha that had temporarily paused in their circle-jerking at the arrival of Delaana. "Congratulations on your new position, Delaana! And just look at the elite team you'll be in command of! You know the Shadow Broker; he only chooses the best of the best! And from what I hear, they're great conversationalists!"

The whole team of mercs began to laugh, while the vorcha looked at each other in confusion.

"This is..." Delaana said. "This is a fucking joke."

"I know, isn't it?" Bowers said, lowering himself again to Liara and raising a hand toward her face. "So how about you give us a smile, you tasty little..."

"Don't you fucking touch her, you son of a bitch!"

All the laughter in the room stopped. Even Bowers was taken aback by the fire in Delaana's voice. Striding forward, Delaana reached down and grabbed Liara by the hand. "She's had enough of you fuckers for one night," she snapped, as she pulled Liara up to her feet.

"What do you think you're..." Bowers started to say, rising back up and taking a menacing step toward Delaana.

"Don't you say another goddamned word," Delaana whirled to stand toe-to-toe with him. "Maybe you'll be in charge when we reach the facility, but we're not fucking there yet. And until then, I run this goddamned ship. And she's coming with me. If you've got a problem with that, then you can fucking take a shot at me if you want. Comes to that, though, I'm pretty sure I can take out at least two of you fucking amateurs before I go down." Leaning in to Bowers, her face an inch from his, she added. "And I'm coming for your head first."
The cocky smile on Bowers's face wavered, just a little. "Fine, sure," he quickly said, struggling to maintain his composure in the face of the furious asari. "Might as well let you enjoy your last moments in command. Take her away if you want." Smirking, he waved a hand back at Shepard and Miranda. "We've got enough here to keep us entertained for now, anyway."

Liara numbly followed Delaana as the asari mercenary drug her out of the room. Taking a glance back into the shuttle bay, she saw the assembled mercs converge on Shepard and Miranda just before the door slammed shut.
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