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Unrestrained Desires	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 35892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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For once, Samara was stunned into silence. It didn't seem possible. She was familiar with the skills of domination that most Ardat-Yakshi were able to employ on their victims. But it was only supposed to work on individuals with less self-control. Those with weaker minds. To think that Jethra and Gallae could fall victim to Morinth's wiles...

Morinth must have seen the confusion in Samara's eyes, and she laid a light hand on each of her new servants' shoulders. "I'm sure you've been wondering, Mother, how I was able to take over the monastery so easily. A frontal assault, after all, would have been difficult with even the best weaponry. Well, I'll put your mind at rest: it wasn't me who freed the slaves here at this glorified prison. It was the wardens themselves."

She looked left to Jethra, the former superintendent still letting her eyes roam hungrily over Samara's naked body. "After I snuck off the ship and got access to the monastery," Morinth said, "I located Jethra here first. Once I had gotten control of her, she led me right to Gallae's office." Morinth looked over at Gallae, the elder asari shivering in delight at Morinth's hand on her bare flesh. "With the two administrators under my spell, I simply had them call all the guards to Gallae's office, one-by-one, to be disarmed and tied up. They never even saw it coming."

"How..." Samara stammered out the question. "How could... you control them like this?"

"Mother, weren't you listening before?" Morinth said. "I've learned so many things out there, things you and the rest of my so-called people don't want me to know. Do you remember that village 75 years ago? The one where I had dominated the minds of every last one of its residents? That wasn't just me taunting you, Mother. That was me practicing my skills. Not all of those villagers were easily put under my control. For some of them, I had to dig deeper."

As Samara watched in horror, Morinth's eyes went jet black. Next to her, Jethra and Gallae cried out in pain, but even as they writhed they made no effort to remove Morinth's hand from their shoulder. "These two thought they were in control of their desires," Morinth said with a sly smile. "And if I hadn't spent the last few centuries learning how to plumb the depths of their minds, they would have been right. But once I knew the right place to look, found the passions and lusts they were suppressing, it was all too easy to draw them to the surface. Increase the strength of their desires, while twisting and perverting them until they would do anything for me. Do what I tell them to do, feel how I want them to feel... and fuck who I tell them to fuck."

Morinth broke the meld, and the two asari at her sides let out deep gasps. "Thank you, Mistress," Jethra said, smiling through the agony that Morinth's meld had brought forth.

"Thank you, Mistress," Gallae said as well, no sign of the adoration in her eyes for Morinth fading despite the pain she had just caused in her.

"But you, Mother... you will be more difficult, I imagine," Morinth said, walking up to her bound mother and reaching up to cup one of her bare breasts. Her fingers gripped the weight dangling from Samara's nipple, and Samara struggled not to cry out as Morinth tugged lightly on it, sending a biting pain through Samara's already sore nipples. "Those memories of yours... you've buried them deep. All that justicar training, the meditation and mental discipline, keeping your urges suppressed. It will slow me down, Mother... but it will not stop me. I'm going to enjoy watching you break. Seeing the woman who pursued me for so long, who made my life a constant battle for safety and survival, turning into a mewling, begging whore."

Reaching down with her other hand, Morinth slowly slid the vibrator out of Samara's cunt. "Jentha," she called out, and the powerful maiden quickly rushed to her side. Holding up the vibrator in front of Jentha's face, Morinth smirked at her mother. "Pleasure Justicar Samara for me."

"Yes, Mistress," Jentha said eagerly, taking the vibrator and licking her lips before quickly going down on her knees in front of Samara. Samara felt her nether-lips parted again, and now joined by the warm wetness of Jentha's tongue against her clit, as she ate out Samara while working the vibrator around inside her cunt.

"Because, Mother, no matter how deeply you keep them buried... all of us, even you, have desires. Do you want to see what the intimidating young Jentha here kept locked up in her mind?" Morinth asked Samara, the tone of her voice indicating that Samara didn't have a choice in the matter. Resting one hand on the top of Jentha's head, bobbing against Samara's crotch, Morinth pressed her other hand to Samara's cheek.

Samara gritted her teeth, putting all of her resolve at work to keep herself from crying out at the pain of melding with her daughter again. She could feel her mind plunging through a dark void, carried through Morinth's consciousness and into Jentha's.

So many fantasies in Jentha's mind, Samara heard Morinth's voice through the pain. But this one in particular, Mother, I think you'll find quite interesting.

Samara found herself in an unfamiliar room. From the spartan accommodations and weapons on display, Samara guessed it was a memory of Jentha's quarters. Almost as soon as she arrived, she could hear the unmistakable grunts and moans of sexual pleasure. She turned her attention in the vision to the bed, and momentarily forgot the pain of Morinth's meld as she saw what was there.

It was Jentha, on her hands and knees on the stiff mattress, throwing her hips back into the thrusts of the strap-on wearing asari behind her. And the woman currently violating Jentha from behind was...

Yes, Mother, Morinth said in her mind, as Samara stared in shock at the mirror image of herself, breasts heaving and bouncing as she vigorously fucked Jentha. Jentha here had quite the crush on you. And honestly, who can blame her? The powerful, revered justicar, so dedicated to her code. Did you know that every night after you would visit with another prisoner, Jentha would play with herself thinking about this fantasy? Imagining you sneaking back into the monastery after everyone had thought you'd left, stripping off all of her clothes, and taking her just like this?

Samara wanted to shut her eyes, but the pain Morinth was causing through her meld was making her unable to control anything in this shared vision. With as much mental strength as she could muster, Samara tried to pull her mind out of the vision, but suddenly felt herself being dragged roughly forward. With shock, she realized that there were no longer two of her inside of Jentha's erotic fantasy. She now was the Samara fucking Jentha from behind. It was her hands gripping onto Jentha's waist, her tits bobbing with every rough thrust. And the strap-on was around her waist, plunging in and out of Jentha's tight, wet, and willing pussy. Despite it being just a ordinary sex toy in the fantasy, and not a high-tech model that delivered sensory feedback to the user, Samara could still feel the sensation of her fake cock parting Jentha's pussy lips and penetrating her over and over again. Gradually, the pleasurable sensations of the fantasy were overwhelming the pain of Morinth's meld, until all Samara could feel was her cock inside Jentha. Fucking her harder, and harder, and harder...

Eyes going wide, Samara gasped as Morinth broke the meld, bringing her back into reality. "Oh, Mistress!" she heard Jentha from her position on the floor. "Look!"

Samara looked down to see Jentha gleefully pulling the vibrator out of Samara's snatch and waving it proudly to Morinth. Samara saw in horror that the device was slick, almost dripping wet. And from the faint tingling between her legs, Samara realized the shameful truth: she had climaxed while in the meld.

"Very good, Jentha," Morinth said cheerily. "But you don't have to settle for just getting my mother off once. Keep pleasuring Samara until I tell you to stop."

"Yes, Mistress," Jentha said, returning the vibrator back into Samara's dripping cunt, and happily flicking her tongue against Samara's clit again.

Morinth looked back up at Samara, reveling in the shame on her mother's face at the unwanted climax. "The two great tools of control, Mother. There is pleasure... and there is pain." She turned to her other new servant. "Gallae, come," she ordered, and the scantily-clad matriarch quickly obeyed. Reaching behind her back, Morinth revealed a thin black flexible rod to Gallae. "Punish Justicar Samara," Morinth coldly ordered Gallae. The matriarch dutifully took the cane from Morinth's grasp, and moved into position at Samara's side.

"Gallae, please," Samara feebly begged, before Gallae whipped the cane through the air and let it strike against Samara's tits. Samara let out a pained grunt, as Gallae pulled the cane away to reveal a deep blue welt on Samara's bare breasts. As Gallae wound back for another strike, Morinth moved around the room, positioning herself between Gallae and Samara.

"Gallae here was a bit trickier," Morinth casually informed Samara, as Gallae's cane struck Samara's upper torso with a biting pain, leaving another dark mark on her sweat-slick skin. "Her deepest fantasy wasn't a conscious one like Jentha's here. She kept it buried deep. So deep that before I arrived, she probably wasn't even consciously aware that she had it. But once I found it... it became the perfect means to control her."

Samara wanted to back away from Morinth's touch, but knew it was no use. The pain of Gallae's cane against her skin was overwhelmed by the pain of Morinth's meld, as her wicked daughter again drug her down, through her own consciousness and into Gallae's.

"You have broken the rules of this monastery, ladies," said the mental image of Gallae. In the fantasy Morinth had drawn out of her, she wasn't the controlled and reserved head of the monastery. Nor was she the broken, obedient slave. In the fantasy, she was powerful and stern, her voice loud and booming. "You all know the punishment for disobedience, don't you, ladies?"

"Yes, Matriarch Gallae," said the line of four asari maidens in front of Gallae. As Samara watched, the four women unfastened their dresses and let them fall to the floor, standing naked in front of the domineering matriarch.

Gallae raised a hand and pointed at one of the women in the line, and Samara could see a large paddle in her grasp. "Turn around," she ordered forcefully. "Bend over and take your punishment."

"Yes, Matriarch Gallae," the chosen Ardat-Yakshi said, turning and bending to put her bare ass on display for Gallae. In her mind, Samara could hear Morinth chuckling as Gallae's mental image of herself began firmly spanking the disobedient maiden with her paddle.

I always wondered what type of woman would agree to run one of these prisons, Morinth's voice said. Turns out Gallae here had a sadistic streak hidden deep down in her psyche. It took a little digging, but once I found it, it wasn't hard to turn that tiny little hidden desire into an overwhelming urge to punish, and be punished.

Gallae stepped away from the first girl, her ass a deep blue from Gallae's rough blows. The next maiden, without prompting, turned and displayed her backside to Gallae. "Me next, matriarch," the young asari begged. "Punish me next."

Samara's vision clouded, and again she found herself being drawn forward, now into the body of the young maiden. She wanted to fight, turn around and snatch the paddle away from the mental image of Gallae to end this perversity. But she was powerless to move as the first strike of the paddle hit her ass. She cried out at the impact, feeling the horrifying sensation of her own tongue moving to say, "Again! Do it again, please!" The paddle struck again, and she let out a cry that trailed off into a moan. "Another one, please!" she could hear herself saying. "Punish me more!"

"Punish me more..." Samara said again, before realizing that the meld had been broken, and it was her own voice she was hearing. Morinth drew her hand away from Samara's cheek, and stepped out of the way to give Gallae better access to Samara's defenseless body. While the three of them had been under the meld, Gallae had continued whipping Samara despite the pain, and Samara looked down to see her bare torso now streaked with numerous welts and bruises. Meanwhile, Jentha continued her attempts to bring Samara to another climax.

"Such dirty fantasies, right, Mother?" Morinth said, stepping away from Samara and her two tormentors and sitting down in a chair to watch. "But just from what I've seen from your mind so far, I think they pale in comparison to some of the sordid memories you have rolling around in your head. I can't wait to see what you're going to be like once I draw them out completely. Destroy all your attempts to keep them under wraps and let you turn into the sex-starved slut you really are under all that justicar training. It may take some time, but with enough pleasure... enough pain... I will break you, Mother."

For a long time after that, Samara had no idea how long, Morinth just watched from her chair as Jentha and Gallae continued molesting and torturing her. Despite her best attempts to keep herself under control, Jentha's relentless assault on Samara's cunt finally became too much to bear, and Samara felt herself shiver with a second climax. All while Gallae's cane continued pummeling her defenseless body, every impact of the torture device seeming to hurt more than the last.

Finally, when Samara worried she might go mad from the overstimulation, Morinth stood up. "That's enough, slaves," she said softly. The vibrator and tongue immediately left Samara's cunt, and Gallae let the cane in her hand fall to her side, as the two brainwashed asari turned to face their Mistress. "I think we've had enough fun with Mother for tonight. And besides, these bodies are starting to smell."

In all of the insanity, Samara had completely forgotten the two dead guards. Morinth directed her slaves, and the two of them used their biotics to lift the corpses into the air and hover them out the door. Morinth paused before leaving to admire her handiwork: Samara dangling limply from her chains, her skin riddled with dark blue streaks, sweat soaking her body from her multiple climaxes. Turning, Morinth left, leaving the gasping Samara alone.

After a long time staring at the walls, struggling to get her mind under control, Samara saw the video screen on the wall flicker to life. It was the same as the last time: apparently the residents of the monastery had not yet grown tired of their new sexual freedom, and the surveillance camera feeds showed yet more images of Ardat-Yakshi licking, sucking, and fucking each other all throughout the formerly serene monastery.

Samara watched again, as before keeping her eyes focused on the faces of the participants. She had to believe that she was going to escape from this situation. And that once she did, she would be testifying against the participants in this terrible crime. So she tried her best to memorize the blissful faces of the participants in the carnality taking place.

But every so often, as the parade of lustful images continued, Samara found her eyes... drifting. Without even realizing it, her eyes would start focusing on the heaving breasts of one of the moaning Ardat-Yakshis, watching the woman's stiff nipples as they bobbed and moved with every panting breath. Blinking as the camera feed changed, she turned her attention to another woman's eyes, only to follow the woman's hand as she planted it between another woman's legs, eagerly rubbing and stroking at the other woman's cunt. As she watched the first woman's fingers prodding and playing with her partner's wide-open pussy, Samara could feel a tingling sensation down between her own legs. As fingers were replaced by a tongue, and the first woman began lustily lapping at her partner's dripping juices, it took Samara a moment to realize that her own tongue was dangling out from between her lips. How long had it been? Since she had known the taste of...

"No!" Samara cried out. Forcing her gaze away from the video, she took several deep breaths. She wouldn't let Morinth defeat her. Her daughter's vulgar mental manipulations may have clouded her mind slightly, but Samara was still in control of herself. Closing her eyes, she tried her best to block out the throaty moans and cries of orgasmic release that came out of the video screen, focusing her thoughts inward until she started to enter into a meditative trance.

A trance that was immediately broken at the sound of her daughter's voice. "Oh, Mother," Samara heard Falere say. "Look at how much fun we're having without you!"

Reluctantly, Samara opened her eyes. On the screen, Rila and Falere were back on Matriarch Gallae's bed. Only now, Gallae had joined them, along with Jethra. The two former monastery administrators had been directed onto their hands and knees, and Falere and Rila knelt behind them. In a situation eerily similar to the fantasy in Jethra's mind, she and Gallae were being taken from behind by Samara's daughters. Rila and Falere smiled and laughed, seeming so cheerful and innocent even as they fucked Jethra and Gallae doggy-style.

Morinth, meanwhile, had shed her clothing and sat naked in a cushioned chair nearby, slouching with her legs spread wide. As she watched her sisters fuck the two obedient asari, she casually fingered her cunt. "Isn't it a lovely sight, Mother?" Morinth said, staring up into the camera. "Be honest with yourself. Doesn't a part of you envy those two? No more worrying about keeping the monastery in line, about following the rules. No more worrying about anything except fucking." Morinth glanced over to the bed. "Jethra, Gallae... tell Samara how happy you are. Tell her how good you feel right now."

"So good..." Jethra moaned, eyes rolling back in her head as Rila pounded her snatch from behind. "It's so good, Samara. If you just do whatever the Mistress says, she'll make you feel good, too. Just surrender to her and join us. She said that once you do, she'll let me eat your pussy again. It tasted sooo goooood. I can't wait to taste it again."

"It's okay, Samara. I fought it at first, myself," Gallae said, speaking in-between animalistic grunts as Falere fucked her. "But once I gave in... I don't even remember why I thought it was so important for me to resist. Everyone here is so happy now. Don't you want to be happy, too? Just stop fighting it and surrender, and the Mistress will let us all enjoy this together."

She should look away. Not bear witness to the degradation of these once-proud asari. But Samara found herself unable to close her eyes, watching as Rila and Falere vigorously fucked Jethra and Gallae to multiple climaxes. Once they had finished with Morinth's slaves, the two newly-blooded Ardat-Yakshi drifted over to their sister's chair. Rila leaned down to passionately kiss Morinth, while Falere fell down between her sister's spread legs and began eating her pussy. Meanwhile, back on the bed, Jethra and Gallae arranged themselves into a 69 position, the two broken asari cooing and moaning as they licked each other's snatches.

It went on for what must have been hours, Samara's daughters and their playthings fucking in every possible combination. And Samara watched it all.

Goddess help her, she couldn't make herself stop watching.
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