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Unrestrained Desires	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 35901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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She wasn't sure how long she hung there after the video screen turned off, the sounds of her daughters' moans and sexual taunts still ringing back and forth in her mind. It felt like days had passed before the door to her room opened. Morinth, now fully dressed again, entered, followed by Rila and Falere in their flesh-baring fetish outfits. But they weren't alone.

"Move it," Rila barked out an order to one of the two monastery security officers that were being led into the room, brandishing a shotgun at the prisoner's back. The two women, hands secured behind their backs, looked up in shock as they saw the powerful justicar Samara, naked and helpless against the wall.

"On your knees," Falere tried to sound tough as she directed her prisoner to kneel in the middle of the floor. A memory came to Samara's mind, the three sisters as children playing with toy guns and pretending to be soldiers in the Rachni Wars. Goddess, how had things come to this?

Morinth watched, waiting until the two security officers were in place before turning to Samara. "It's a remarkable thing, the gift that you blessed us with, Mother. And yes, I call it a gift, despite you and the rest of asari society deeming it a curse. But I suppose I understand it a little. They haven't been told the whole truth. Maybe it's been so long since they let one of us live long enough to realize it, that they didn't even know what I've discovered. The truth I realized after centuries of feeding. Honing my skills, testing my abilities on hundreds of men and women, dominating their minds and making them beg me to feed on them."

She turned to Rila and Falere, crossing her arms. "Now, sisters. A question for you. If you were to meld with these two worms in front of you... what would happen to them?"

"Please, don't," one of the security officers said, voice trembling. "I have a wife and daughter, I don't..."

"Quiet!" Morinth exclaimed. "Or I'll shoot you in the head and grab one of your comrades to take your place!" Once the security officer closed her mouth and stared down at the floor, Morinth looked back up at her sisters. "Back to the question. If you melded with them, what would happen to these women?"

Rila and Falere glanced over at each other. "They would die?" Rila asked hesitantly.

Throwing her head back, Morinth let out a barking laugh. "A fine answer, sister," she said. "The answer that most asari would give. The one that the Asari Republics and the justicars and all of the asari powers-that-be have drilled into your head since the day they named you 'monster.'" Shooting a glance over at Samara, Morinth said, "It is also the wrong answer."

Rila and Falere looked at each other in surprise, as Morinth paced around the room. "It is what I discovered while I was out there, as I fed and grew stronger: we can control our gift, sisters. With the proper practice, even a full Ardat-Yakshi like us can feed from a victim and not kill them. As a matter of fact, we can not only spare their lives, but with practice we can turn them into our eternal, unquestioning slaves in the process."

Coming to a stop, Morinth turned to her sisters, laying a hand on their shoulders. "It may not be easy, sisters. But before we leave this monastery, I will teach this skill to the both of you. I will show you the truth about our condition, the truth that Mother and all of the rest of our inferior brethren have kept from us." Turning back to Samara, Morinth smirked. "And I'm going to make Mother watch while I do it."

"Morinth is lying to you," Samara said, keeping her voice as calm and steady as possible as she looked between Rila and Falere. "She is trying to trick you into breaking your vows and feeding on victims like she has. Please, if there is any sanity left in you, my daughters... do not believe her."

"You see?" Morinth said, pointing at Samara. "Already she's trying to get into your minds. Make you turn away from your true potential and remained cloistered and helpless. She would have you die here, old and withered. Never tasting of the true pleasures of life, of which I've only shown you the merest morsels. But if you trust in me, I will show you what you are truly capable of. I will help you unlock the full potential of the Ardat-Yakshi gene inside of you."

Samara narrowed her eyes at her raving daughter. "And what about Nef, Morinth? The young artist on Omega that you killed? I spoke to her mother, I saw her tears as she recalled the bright young woman whose life you stole. Just months ago, you killed her. If you supposedly have this ability to keep your victims from dying... why is Nef dead, Morinth?"

Morinth seemed unfazed by Samara's argument. "You want to know why, Mother? Why I kept taking lives even when I had the ability to prevent it?" Stepping up close to Samara, Morinth leaned up to the side of her head. "Because I knew it would drive you crazy. Every victim I left, every body I left cold in my wake, I knew that you would remember their faces as you feebly followed behind me. That it would tear your heart out to see their cold bodies and know that it was your fault they had died. Your wicked spawn that had snuffed out their lives. But now that I've caught you... now that the chase is over, there's no need to leave so many... loose ends behind. From now on, I will be able to feed, and have my victims not only live, but come back to me begging for more."

Turning on her heel, Morinth faced her sisters again. "Now, then. As our beloved mother has so graciously illustrated, you have a choice to make. Either you trust me, feed on these pathetic vermin, and start on the path to unlocking your full potential... or you take those guns in your hands, and you shoot me. Oh, I'm sure Mother will be quite merciful to you once you promise to lock yourselves back in your cells and rot for the next thousand years." Crossing her arms, Morinth leaned back on her heels. "Now... choose."

Rila and Falere exchanged glances again, and the determined look in their eyes as they laid their shotguns aside and raised their hands to the heads of their prisoners made Samara's heart sink.

"Please," Samara said, and Rila and Falere's hands paused. "I know my words may mean nothing to you now, but just know this: if you go through with this, you would no longer be my daughters. You would be the same as Morinth to me: a curse upon this world that I created, and would be obligated to remove. Rila... Falere..." Samara could feel the trickle of a tear down her cheek. "You are so, so precious to me. You are all I have left in this world. Do not force me to remove you from it."

Samara saw them hesitate, saw the briefest flicker of doubt in their eyes. Morinth's smile wavered just for a second, but she quickly recovered and move to stand between her sisters. "Yes, so precious," Morinth mockingly said. "Do you know how many times she has visited this monastery since you were sent here? I took the liberty of checking the records." Morinth's gaze flicked up to Samara. "Maybe you remember, Mother."

She did, but to say it would be to implicate herself, so she simply hung her head and said nothing.

"Eighteen times," Morinth said. "Eighteen times she has come to this monastery to drop off a fugitive Ardat-Yakshi. And during how many of those visits did she come to spend time with you two? Did she even spare a second away from her precious justicar duty to visit her daughters during any of those eighteen stops?"

"I... was wrong," Samara said, remembering Jentha's offer when she had first arrived. If Samara had taken that offer on an earlier visit, just once before... would she be chained up against the wall at the moment? "It was a mistake, I am aware of that now. And I swear, if you turn away from Morinth and unchain me, it is one I will not repeat again."

Morinth rolled her eyes. "Such a doting mother she is now. When her crimes are laid bare in front of her. How long do you suppose she would keep to that promise, Rila? How long, Falere, before she decides that her justicar duties are more important than her precious, precious daughters? I would never do that to you. I made a promise to you, and I swear with every last breath that I will keep it. That if you stay with me, let me teach you, that we will never be separated again."

"Please," Samara said, staring deeply into Falere's eyes, seeing the hesitation there and hoping that she would see sanity. "Please, Falere... I swear I will make up for everything with you and Rila. Just don't do this."

"Mother..." Falere said, her voice quivering. "Mother, I..." And just as Samara hoped that this nightmare was over, Falere's expression hardened. "I don't believe you."

Falere pressed her hands to the sides of the security officer's head, and her eyes went pitch-black.

"NO!" Samara cried out in anguish, as Rila followed her sister's lead and melded with the other officer. Morinth watched with a wide-mouthed grin as her sisters experienced their first feeding. While the screams of the security officers on the floor mixed with Samara's own, Rila and Falere gasped and cried out in sheer ecstasy, throwing their heads back as their bodies were wracked with bolts of pure pleasure.

It must have only taken a minute, but for Samara it felt like years before Rila and Falere removed their hands from the heads of the officers, who fell limply to the floor. The two newly-blooded Ardat-Yakshi took a moment to recover from the rush of their first feeding, Rila being the first one to look down to the floor and the motionless body in front of her.

"She's... dead," Rila said. "I killed her."

"Yes, you did, sister," Morinth said, giving Rila a comforting smile. "I didn't expect you to master your abilities on your first feeding, after all. This was more of a chance to... I believe the humans have an expression for it, 'pop your cherry.' Now that we've gotten this out of the way, we can begin you and your sister's training."

Falere stared down at the body in front of her, her eyes wide in shock. "You... you lied to us, Morinth!" Falere exclaimed, snapping her head up to stare accusingly at her sister. "They do die when we feed on them! Mother was right. You were trying to trick us into being just like you!"

"Oh, sweet Falere," Morinth said. "Don't you understand yet? No matter what you do, no matter where they lock you and Rila away, in the end you were always just like me. I just had to make you stop denying that, before we can properly begin your training."

Stepping up to the sobbing, despondent Samara, Morinth rested a finger under her chin. "I could have shown the two of you this beforehand, but I needed to see that you were ready to trust me. That there was no lingering loyalty left to Mother that could have complicated things. If you still have any doubts that our gift can be controlled... then watch this."

Reaching out her hands, Morinth gripped the sides of Samara's head. And every nerve in Samara's body seemed to light on fire all at once.

As the pain of the meld wracked through her body, Samara could feel Morinth's presence in her mind. Well, now, Mother, she could hear Morinth's thoughts in her own consciousness. Let's see what dirty little secrets you've got hiding in that justicar mind of yours.

Outside of her mind, Samara gasped, as she felt Morinth plunge deep into her memories. Past the battles she had fought as a Justicar, past the anguish of giving up her two remaining daughters to pursue her quest of justice. Back past even her period of marital happiness, settling into a family life that would be all too quickly shattered.

Morinth had no interest in any of that. Samara tried her best to fight her off, but Morinth's mental probe was relentless as she eventually found Samara's memories of her years as a maiden. Her time spent doing mercenary work. The brief period where she had made a few credits working as a dancer. And most of all, the many tawdry encounters she had engaged in back in those wild, headstrong days. Nights spent with any partner that she fancied, sometimes more than one at once. All of the most depraved and tawdry encounters she had been a part of, every last meld and every last moaning climax. Morinth ran through them all like a filthy Omega resident eagerly browsing through the selection at an adult vid store. Even as the agony of the meld made Samara writhe and twist in her chains, she was feeling the memories of a thousand orgasms setting the lower reaches of her body on fire. The fact that it was her own daughter drawing out these faded memories of lust only made it feel that much more depraved.

Finally, mercifully, Morinth broke the meld. Samara fell limp, the chains around her wrists the only thing keeping her from tumbling directly down to the floor next to the corpses of Rila and Falere's first victims. She gasped for breath, body still twitching in agony.

But alive. Still alive.

Morinth turned to Rila and Falere, triumphant grin on her face. "You see? Today was just the beginning. By the time I'm finished, the two of you will have mastered your talents just as I have. But for now... I think we've gotten off to a good start. Why don't you head back to the bedroom? I've got a few things to discuss with Mother."

Still riding off the high of their first feeding, Rila and Falere spared one more glance down at the dead asari on the floor before stepping out of the door.

"Oh, Mother," Morinth said, once the two of them were alone. "I have such big plans for you. All those years you spent chasing after me... it's all come down to this." Grabbing a nearby chair, Morinth set it down in front of the chained Samara, taking a seat and crossing her legs as she stared at her limp, panting mother. "I'm not entirely sure how long this is all going to take. To train my sisters... and to break you. But I'll take as much time as I need to wear down your defenses. Bring out all those dirty maiden memories of yours and use them to corrupt your mind. Turn you from that upright, stern justicar into a moaning, desperate slut. It's going to happen, mother. You can fight it as long as you want, but eventually, I'm going to beat you."

"H...ho..." Samara stammered.

"What's that?" Morinth said, leaning in close to Samara's face. "Didn't quite catch that, Mother."

"How long have I been here?" Samara asked weakly.

Morinth leaned back in her seat, thinking for a moment. "Think it's been almost a day now. Between all the time you spent unconscious, and the time you've been hanging here... yeah, probably a little over 24 hours now. Why, what... what's so funny?"

Samara laughed weakly, even as tears continued dripping down her cheek. "I suppose, in all your plans, it never occurred to you to consider that all Ardat-Yakshi monasteries have a failsafe measure. A safety precaution in the event of an uprising like this. The matriarch in charge is expected to check in with Thessia regularly, every 24 hours. And I doubt very highly that, wherever you have Gallae currently imprisoned, she was able to respond to Thessia's communication with her unique DNA code and pass-phrase. Depending on when the check-in was scheduled for, I imagine that a team of asari commandos will be landing here sometime between now and twelve hours from now." Looking up into Morinth's eyes, Samara forced a smile on her face. "So I hope you had Lelina bring you a lot more guns than she did sex toys, Morinth. Because you're going to need them."

Morinth's smile slowly faded. "You're bluffing," she said.

"Believe what you will, Morinth," Samara said. "But know that all that time you planned to spend with your sisters and I will not be coming to pass."

Standing up from her chair, Morinth shoved it aside. "It's a lie," Morinth said, but Samara could swear she could hear some doubt in her daughter's voice. "You're so full of it, Mother. I don't have to stand here and listen to your pathetic attempts to get in my head." She pressed a finger to the side of her head, triggering a communicator. "Get in here and clean up this mess before it starts to stink."

"Give yourself up now, Morinth," Samara said. "If you surrender, I'll advise the asari government to give you a swift execution."

"They'll never catch me," Morinth said, wringing her hands. "I've got a ship, a fast ship. I'll get us out of here if I have to."

"Run all you like, Morinth," Samara said. "In the end, I'll catch you. And your sisters."

The door to the room slid open again. "Listen," Morinth said, stepping out into the hall and addressing the new arrivals. "We might have to get moving soon. Apparently there's a fail-safe that the Matriarch in charge has to..."

She paused. As Samara watched, the look of panic and anger on Morinth's face seemed to slip off her face like a flimsy paper mask. Replaced by the confident smirk that she had worn since Samara's capture. "Oh, right. I must have forgotten," Morinth said, as she turned to stare into the room at Samara. "I guess that's not going to be a problem, is it?"

Samara's eyes went wide, as she watched two asari women step past Morinth and enter the room. "No," she whispered. "Goddess, no..."

The first woman into the room was a well-built asari, tight muscles bulging underneath the leather straps that criss-crossed her body and barely qualified as an "outfit." She saw Samara chained against the wall, and a dreamy smile crossed her face as her eyes ran up and down Samara's naked body.

Behind her, an older asari, her body voluptuous and sultry underneath her matching outfit. She seemed to barely register the corpses on the floor, instead keeping her eyes focused reverently on Morinth as she re-entered the room behind the two of them.

"What do you think?" Morinth asked the muscular asari on her left. "You'd be able to take on any asari commandos that came knocking at our door, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Superintendent Jethra obediently responded, eyes filled with pure devotion as she stared lovingly at Morinth.

"But then, I don't think that's going to happen," Morinth said, turning to the asari at her other side. "Because you already checked in with Thessia command five hours ago. Isn't that right?"

Nodding her head, Matriarch Gallae smiled warmly at Morinth. "Yes, Mistress."
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