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The Justicar's Dog of War	By : Doirly_No Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 55026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Before her minor act of piracy Liara had promised herself a week away from the glowing screens and endless reports that came with being the Shadow Broker. So with nothing but rest and relaxation on her mind the young asari sat on the exceedingly comfortable couch sipping wine and reading about the latest archeological discoveries on the Quarian home world of Rannoch; her interest in Protheans having waned after having met one. From the kitchen she could hear the clatter of dishes as her dinner was prepared.
Shepard had grown more and more used to cooking since taking up residence on the Winni though she had never been asked to while dressed so provocatively. After digging through the lockers the asari she was currently taking orders from pieced together an outfit appropriate for a slave girl. She of course wore her collar, though Liara thought it looked better with the leash attached. So it didn’t get in her way both ends had been connected to the d-ring so it only dangled to just below her sternum. Wrist and ankle restraints were also picked out from the LNT box, to complete the look rather than be used.
Beyond the more BDSM of her attire the pet human was actually pretty well covered all things considered. Liara had cut a cheap halter top down to little more than the fabric that would cover her chest, so she basically had a big loop of cotton around her neck that she’d slip out of with little effort. The long skirt she was given would have conservatively covered her down to her knees had the maiden not taken scissors to it as well and turned it into a loin cloth. Then the waist was twisted into a belt so the five inch wide strips in front and back hung straight with her hips only covered by cords. She wasn’t allowed anything else besides, the maiden liking the bare-foot wench look.
Shepard plated up the only slightly overcooked fish and a few assorted fruits. Just outside the kitchen she looked down at her bound owner. Being the powerful matriarch she was Samara required nothing to survive, not even food or water and contently passed the time as she did on the Normandy, silently meditating. So the subjugated woman didn’t even break stride on her way to the couch to serve the prepared meal.
As soon as Liara saw her prisoner coming she discarded her data pad, not even bothering to finish the sentence she was reading. Shepard sat down, a leg pulled under her so she could be fully turned toward the smiling asari. Immediately blue fingers unclipped one end of her leash so it could be comfortable wrapped around a soft fist; giving a quick testing tug to get her to move closer. Following orders from earlier she balanced the plate in one hand and took up the fork with the other to spear a bit of fish. The maiden didn’t lean forward, just opened her mouth expectantly.
A few minutes ago Shepard was bemoaning how embarrassing feeding another person would be, but now that she was watching the maiden gobble mouthfuls of food from her utensil she had a change of heart. Liara was so obviously happy it was adorable; she was showing her true youthful age, after all she was little more than a teenager by her race’s own standards. Having dedicated herself to intellectual pursuits, then far shadier ones, she hadn’t allowed herself time to be frivolous since she was a child. After suffering through as much if not more than the proclaimed hero of the galaxy she deserved to be pampered a bit.
Liara felt like a queen; perched on her couch throne, one hand filled by a fine vintage, the other by the leash of her obedient pet human. Things seemed like they couldn’t get better, but once the fish ran out they managed to. Shepard put down the fork to pick up a berry with just her fingers. In one last gulp she downed the rest of her wine so she could put the glass on the coffee table and dedicate her full attention to eating.
Suddenly Shepard felt like she was at a petting zoo, feeding the asari. She got a momentarily dreamy look on her face as she imagined an alternate reality where a place like that could exist. Her thoughts only grew increasingly lurid as Liara interested shifted from eating what was offered to licking what was doing the offering. With each piece of fruit that disappeared between purple lips her digits got sucked a little harder and little longer until the final slice of melon went in and her fingers didn’t come out for half a minute.
The food gone Liara pulled her leashed pet in close. “I do believe it’s time for my dessert.”
Creativity was not a strong suit for the scientist; who struggled to even give titles to her dull, archaeology books. The clichés didn’t matter too much to Shepard after she was given a shove. She didn’t need to put in any effort as Liara took charge, lifting her leg and pressing it against the back of the couch. All that protected her from the practically drooling alien then was the thin loincloth draped so perfectly over her womanhood. Fitting to the pattern the young asari took her time with her indulgence.
With a flick of the wrist the collared woman’s top was flipped away, exposing the bounty beneath. Liara would not give up her hold on the leash so had only one hand to grope with but she made do. With a strong squeeze she made the nipple bulge toward her water mouth. There was no delicacy as she sucked deeply with O-shaped lips, the entire areola passing her mouth’s threshold. She released it with a pop and then gave it a solid lick to follow up. Really it was only a detour on her way to stealing a kiss, loving how she could pull Shepard more tightly in with the leather cord wrapped around her fist. After several minutes of orally devouring her human she parted with a playful slap to the saliva coated boob.
Liara had plans to be a bit rougher with her pet this evening but that went out the window once she lay down with her mouth so tantalizingly close to Shepard’s unfairly flat stomach. The grip she had on the leash slackened to the point it only loosely spiraled around a single finger. Her free hand slipped down to rub a naked hip as she started pecking around the shallow navel like a feeding hen, humming whenever her lips weren’t busy. Drilling into the bellybutton with her tongue she had a twinge of regret as she suddenly realized what an amazing fruit platter the bare mid-drift would be. The longer she dwelled on the idea, the more excited she got and the lower she drifted.
Before she knew it Liara had reached the waistband of her conquest’s thin loincloth. The tip of her nose traced a path to the right over the hip then turned inward. Without using her hands she was able to nuzzle her face passed the last strip providing Shepard any shred of modesty. Once she found heated folds the leash was forgotten so she could fully shift to lying between the magnificent thighs. She then really began to dig into her dessert.
Just as the asari was really settling in she felt something take hold of her fronds. At first she thought nothing of it, but the more assertive the hand got the more she reconsidered. She was in charge and her pet shouldn’t be grabbing her like that. Sitting up she looked down to see Shepard lazily laid out, arm behind her head and a leg hanging off the couch as if she were watching a ballgame.
“What are you doing?” Liara sharply asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You shouldn’t be lying there like that or grabbing my crest.” The maiden was definitely perturbed.
“I shouldn’t?” Shepard somehow making the question sound smartass. “What should I do?”
Liara wasn’t sure how to answer so she asked, “What do you think this is?”
A smirk grabbed the corner of the human’s mouth, “Me getting my pussy eaten by a very hungry little maiden.”
In a huff said little maiden stood, snatching the leash to drag the human up to sit directly in front of her. “I’m in charge here and I can take my pleasure from you anyway I please.”
“I know, I’m just saying I doubt someone watching us would see it that way,” Shepard antagonized as she looked up into the narrowed eyes of the asari.
“By the goddess, I’ll show who the master is and who the…” It took Liara a moment to think up a proper demeaning vulgarity, “Who the human bitch is.”
“Not sure Aethyta will be too proud of that one.”
Never had the Shadow Broker wanted to headbutt someone in her century of life until that moment. She jerked the leash to the side, forcing the woman face down on the couch. Quickly she grabbed Shepard between the legs and lifted with both hands until she had the soldier on all fours. She then flipped the scrap of cloth covering only a five inch wide swath of ass. At any other opportunity she would have been struck dumb staring at the perfectly round pair of cheeks, but she was far too pissed for that.
Shepard readied herself for the inevitable spanking which sure enough started near immediately. Slaps barraged her unprotected rear with great fury but little effect. All that time reading, writing and studying gave Liara soft arms and softer hands. The asari just couldn’t muster the strength to do much damage on the firm buttocks of the battle-hardened marine. After a few minutes of attempted abuse the practically naked woman lazily sunk down to her elbows, sticking her behind up a bit more. That proved to be the last straw and the leash was thrown down as the maiden stormed off.
After some rummaging and a few minutes Liara returned sporting the LNT box and a cooler attitude. “I can really only blame myself for your impertinence. It is after all my duty as an asari to cure you humans of your barbarism. Prepare to be civilized.”
Shepard glanced over her shoulder to see Liara’s expression and the long paddle she was slowly stroking; wiggling her butt to taunt the maiden, “We’ll see about that, little maiden.”
“You’ll be an obedient pet begging to pleasure my azure soon enough,” she warned as she moved the coffee table out of the way.
Liara ran the corner of the paddle down the prone woman’s spine before taking a two-handed grip on the solid, wooden implement. Her first instinct was to wind-up with it at shoulder height, but hesitated as the realization of how much damage she could do struck. The thought of hurting Shepard made her cringe; she had to be careful. Though judging by how hard she was slapping with her bare hand she didn’t have to hold back too much. Still she started gently with a timid pat that got zero reaction, so she tried again with double the force.
Shepard wasn’t sure what to do. Taunting could cause anger which could lead to too harsh of a blow which would then lead to a guilty maiden, an end to the fun and a bruised ass. Being encouraging on the other hand would break character and may set things back to where they started; with Liara’s face buried in her lap, so that option wasn’t off the table. Eventually they’d get back to that, but she’d like to try something else out while she had the chance. Her mulling ended when a solid whack stung her rear.
Hearing the marine grunt emboldened Liara as she found the right stroke. “Are you ready to submit?”
“It’ll take more…” A solid smack interrupted Shepard’s defiance and her head sunk lower than her shoulders. “…than a few taps to break me.”
“But you will and then I’ll make you my personal azure slut,” the alien spat the last word at her human captive.
“I’d never,” she stopped her words dead as the pain started mounting.
There was no finesse to the smacks, just a steady, unfaltering stream of blows hitting the human’s ass every other second. Samara had rarely spanked her pet and never used the paddle Shepard bought on impulse years ago, but when she did she showed some talent for it. She’d alternate her rhythm and angle to keep the woman guessing and catch her unprepared. The younger asari however kept to a methodic pace that was accidently doing a better job of breaking her down than someone with an actual technique would; like water torture.
With her bottom a burning red Shepard mumbled, “I’ll be your azure slut.”
“What was that?” Liara asked, shocked that she may have actually won.
“Please make me your azure slut!” she repeated louder.
“Really?!”
Shepard looked back at the maiden so happy she was practically bouncing. “Oh jeez, never mind. Just keep spanking me.”
“Too late,” Liara crowed a moment before settling down and resuming her role. “Of course you do. You humans can’t resist the taste of asari azure. So it wouldn’t be proper to reward you by allowing you to lick mine after your defiance.”
The Shadow Broker quickly fetched something from the toy box then snatched the woman’s leash before plopping herself down on the plush chair. A few tugs got her confused pet to kneel between her parted legs; Shepard not quite understanding what she’d be doing if not performing cunnilligus. Her confusion was soon partially alleviated when Liara produced the codpiece Samara had used on her while the maiden watched that morning on Illium. She thought it meant she’d be sucking the fake dick, though this model had no sensory transferring capability so wasn’t entirely clear on why the asari would want her to. She was in for a surprise as her captor turned it her way.
With a devilish grin Liara pressed the sport’s cup like bit of mauve plastic to her pet human’s lips and ordered, “Open.”
Shepard did so and an omni-tool command later the sex toy reformed; inserting an anchor into her mouth and latching onto her cheeks. When a thick phallus jetted out from the other end she understood what the young asari was up to. Staring cross-eyed at the dildo mounted to her face she missed Liara bounce in her seat as she slipped her black, stretch pants to her knees. She found further distraction when she sat on her heels and remembered how much her ass hurt. Her attention returned to where it belonged just in time to get a good view of blue cleavage as the bottoms were fully removed.
Once bare from the waist down, though not showing anything as she sat forward in the chair, Liara grabbed a bottle of lubrication from the end table beside her. Unceremoniously she grabbed the dark red dick hovering a few inches away, but once she found eye contact she froze with a sudden bout of shyness. Her hands full of very indecent items she blushed and chewed her lip a little. Her moment of self-consciousness ended when she felt the shaft start slightly pumping through her fingers. Then the gagged woman wiggled her eyebrows and the doubt died with a giggle.
Being the cautious type as well as inexperienced, Liara squeezed a thick line of lube along the entire length of the prosthetic penis. To be safe she added another big blob onto the head before putting the bottle down. With both hands she thoroughly smeared each inch with the translucent gel as she gave the shaft a twisting hand-job. Once she was absolutely certain it was entirely covered she gave a small nod and assumed the regal pose of a queen on her throne; legs held tightly together, back straight, chin high. For an extended moment she enjoyed looking down at her waiting pet.
“Now then…” Liara rocked back and threw her legs over either arm of the chair. “Perform your duty.”
The smile Shepard couldn’t help was prevented by the sizable chunk of plastic sealing her mouth. A glistening azure flower lay before her nestled between widespread thighs, waiting to be plucked or at least something that rhymed with plucked. Liara’s fingers resting a quarter of the way up each leg held her excited folds open just enough for her to see the rich purple deeper in. Over the past few days she’d grown to appreciate the fairer features of the maiden more and more, loving how much softer this blue flesh was compared to the lean muscle of her matriarch owner. She must have taken too much time staring as a tug on her leash reminded her she had work to do.
Anticipation gripped them both as the thick toy edged closer to the awaiting lips. Without using her hands Shepard ran the tip along the slick folds a few times, but the asari they belonged to was worked up enough and didn’t want to be teased. A yank on the leash and plead with the eyes got the collared human to change her approach. Liara spread herself open with her fingers so her human pet could use her own free to guide the fake dick to her entrance. It took little pressure for the head to slip past the ring of muscles and inside.
Shepard immediately regretted never using a face mounted dildo before as the point-of-view it gave was exquisite and prayed Samara would let her do this to her in the near future. She couldn’t help but marvel at how the engorged folds wrapped around the shaft, stretching with each inch she pushed in. She wanted desperately to thrust all the way so she could be as close to the supple, blue flesh as possible, but kept her desires in check. Her eyes constantly flicked up to Liara’s face for approval or at least signs of discomfort; figuring the asari had yet to shy away from showing displeasure she pressed forward. The maiden showed quite the opposite of a negative reaction as her head rolled to the side and eyes fluttered close.
When her nose was an agonizing three inches away from meeting blue Shepard decided it time to retreat. She dragged the mauve dick out until the flare of the head tugged at the muscles of Liara’s entrance, taking a moment to gaze at the alluring shine created by the mixing of artificial and natural lubrication. With a slow thrust she reburied the length until she heard a satisfied hum radiating from her captor’s throat. The initial invasion having set the stage the kneeling woman started up a steadily increasing rhythm.
Once the human’s head was bobbing between her legs; Liara’s fingers slipped from holding herself open to travel up her body and into her loose, gray shirt. While the right grazed over her trim stomach the left went higher to grope a pliable breast and play with a sensitive nipple. Never had she felt so completely or deeply filled. She couldn’t hold back her ecstatic moans and indecent groans as the shaft pumped into her with increasing intensity.
The closer the maiden grew to climax the more she wished she had another’s body to cling to. To scratch up a back with her nails, a waist to squeeze with her thighs and a shoulder to bury her face in. She still felt the need to do something with her hands and while toying with her bountiful bust was satisfying; skimming across her belly wasn’t and so as she grew closer to her end a set of fingers instinctively drifted lower. Immediately on contact a pair began stroking her engorged clitoris, but not for long.
When Shepard saw her temporary owner begin to rub the stiff nub inches away she reached to take over; it was her duty to bring the asari to orgasm after all. Her action led to eye contact with the profusely perspiring alien for several seconds before a blue hand shot out to firmly grab her hair and force her into a more furious pace. She shifted her concentration to manipulating the swollen, purple clit as Liara took control of her thrusting. It didn’t take long for another five fingers to take hold of her locks to use as handles and accelerate further until she was pulled in as close as possible. Her nose a hair’s breadth away, she was given a gloriously close-up view of tightening abdominals and quivering labia.
The evil woman would not cease teasing the alien clitoris until the asari’s whole body curled into a shivering seizure. Liara’s ankles crossed behind the hairy head she had a death grip on while she rode out her climax. After what seemed like hours bathed in bliss the scientist gave one last jerk then collapsed into a boneless bag of flesh. She could do nothing as the dick was pulled out of her with a wet pop and just laid in a lump recovering for a near dozen minutes.
Once Shepard stopped stretching out her sore neck Liara sighed, “I suppose you wish to cum as well.”
The subjugated woman eagerly nodded; pleasantly surprised that Liara maintained her role in the afterglow. Though, making the sex toy on her face flop around, spraying various fluids around did make the maiden give a tired laugh that broke her superior asari façade.
“Get back on the couch and show me how red I made your ass,” Liara ordered.
Shepard sprung over to the couch; her cheek to the cushion and bum high in the air. Again the maiden showed her true colors, giggling at the overeager marine. After another half minute of rest Liara managed to drag herself to her feet and pick out a new toy to use. The LNT box had quite the selection so it took a second to settle on the neon-green strap-on made of a material that wouldn’t require lubrication. Slipping the anchor into her azure was extremely easy; she disabled the feedback feature as she was stimulated enough at the moment though. The broker wasn’t entirely trusting and quickly smeared some gel on it on anyway.
All ready, dildo gently bouncing with each step, Liara kneeled behind her bent over human. Then she flipped up the strip of cloth that provided little cover and her mood sunk. Across the well-toned posterior were three distinct bruises, which she had caused. Shepard didn’t seem to mind, but she still didn’t like facing evidence that she had hurt the one she loved. For an instant she thought to go get medi-gel but knew that wouldn’t be what the woman would want so instead she resolved to overwhelm any pain that may remain with pleasure.
Liara had considered anal sex earlier to really show who was in charge; not any longer. As soon as she pressed the tip to the human’s waiting entrance Shepard pushed back causing it to create a trail of lube up mound. She raised her hand to give a smack but again noticed the bruises, so instead she placed it at the small of the back to hold her horny pet still. Her second attempt had better results as she guided the shaft this time and sunk in several inches with little effort, the rest of the length quickly disappearing when her anxious pet impaled herself.
It took only a few thrusts before Liara’s hips were furiously slapping Shepard’s abused butt. Soon the asari’s misgivings were forgotten as she threw herself into fucking while the human let her mind wander off to her world of lust. With her brain fogged over she hardly noticed that each bump from behind caused her to move a touch forward, until any support her elbows were providing was lost. After another minute the relentless pounding caused her to stumble off the side of the armless couch and right on her clavicle. The pressure on her chest, collar around her neck and gag in her mouth added up to Shepard being deprived of air. When the first breath was denied her she immediately began flailing, slapping any part of the asari behind her she could reach.
It took a few strikes to her forearm and several trusts for Liara to realize something was wrong. She looked down to see the side of the human’s growingly discolored face. In absolute horror she dismounted but did not panic. Her fingers flew to her omni-tool to type in the emergency release command; she hadn’t thought to add herself to the voice recognition so shouting ‘teddy bear’ would have been nonsensical. Immediately the chunk of mauve plastic returned to its original codpiece like shape and popped free. The green one nestled between her legs falling free as well since she used the catch-all override.
Shepard flipped onto her back and raised her arms over her head to open up her lungs. It was hardly a life threatening event and recovered with only a few breaths, though it would be difficult to tell judging by Liara’s reaction. The young asari looked like she was standing visual at her lover’s deathbed. Given everything they had been through together it seemed like a bit of an overreaction.
“Goddess,” the maiden whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. It was really no big deal,” Shepard consoled, confused by Liara’s sorrowful expression.
“But I hurt you. I’ve been nothing but selfish and then I hurt you.”
The perfectly fine human hugged the sad, blue alien to her chest and reiterated, “I’m fine. I didn’t know that would happen either. So why don’t we finish what we started.”
After a heavy silence Liara mumbled, “I can’t. I promise I’ll make it up to you, but not right now.”
As her lover pulled away Shepard asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I just want to go to bed.”
Utterly confused and concerned the woman watched the bottomless asari shuffle off. She lay there trying to figure out what had just happened, hoping Liara would change her mind and come back, but once she saw a sleep aid getting popped she gave up on both. It wasn’t until she heard light snoring that she decided to go in search of answers. Gingerly, her ass still hurting, she went to the one who always seemed to have the answers and happened to be chained up behind the armchair.
“You awake, ma’am?” Shepard asked the bound matriarch as she huddled down.
“Of course, meditating is not the same as sleeping,” Samara answered once her eyes ceased glowing. “What is the matter? I am surprised Liara would allow you to get too far while wearing that outfit.”
The limited amount of fabric that constituted the human’s top had slipped between her breasts, better matching the strip of cloth covering her crotch. “I am too. We had a minor accident and she went to sleep. She was so happy not too long ago.”
“Accident?”
“Yeah, I was gagged and she was behind me with a strap-on, but I fell on my face and couldn’t breathe. Once I recovered she looked like her puppy died.”
After a moment’s contemplation Samara responded, “I could make a guess, but am not entirely sure. I believe the time has come for this game to end.”
A flare of biotics destroyed the shackles that had held the elder asari, but Shepard quickly interrupted any further action, “Maybe we should wait until the morning. She took a pill and looked like she could use a night to sleep on it.”
“Very well,” she said with a nod.
Out of concern the scantily clad woman asked, “So, are you going to kick her off the ship tomorrow then?”
“No, we both need her.”
“We do? I do?”
“Yes, there are things she can provide you that I cannot.”
“You said that before and I don’t see how that’s possible.”
Samara confessed, “Shepard, one day our relationship will change and you will no longer call me ma’am.”
“No!” the woman nearly shouted. “I won’t ever want to leave you.”
“I know,” the matriarch chuckled. “And because you are too loyal and will never leave me you will be denied certain aspects of life. There are things I cannot provide you, things I have already had, things I want you to have a chance at.”
“All I want is you.”
“When I am no longer your ‘owner’ what will I be? I am too old to start a family or to even be a girlfriend.”
“You’re not old, just experienced,” she kidded.
The matriarch missed the humor. “And amongst that experience are two dead daughters. I could not bear to have children again.”
“That’s alright, I don’t really want kids.”
“I thought that too when I was young, but time changes one’s mind. One day you may want little, blue babies and if you are only with me then you will never have that option. I fear I will become an anchor you will eventually resent, keeping you from what you want. I rather play matchmaker and set you up with someone who can provide you that which I cannot.” Finally Samara’s mood lightened, “Someone who will not kick me out of bed.”
“I doubt there are many who would kick you out of bed,” she joked; not agreeing with her love’s assessment of their future, but not seeing this as the time to voice it. “What makes you think Liara’s the right one to provide me that option?”
“I pray to Athame she is. She would fit so perfectly into both our lives, for several reasons.”
“But what if we do get married one day and have those blue babies. Are they going to call you Grandma Samara?”
Samara’s eyes moistened, “I believe I would like that.”
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