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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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The next time went much the same as the first.

Again, Rila and Falere entered in their revealing outfits, leading two of the guards into the room. No doubt the monastery guards were aware of what was coming, based on their previous comrades being taken away, never to return. But to their credit, the two stoic asari showed no sign of fear as they were led into the room and directed down to their knees. Behind them, Morinth entered quietly, glancing down at the two helpless guards with a smirk before turning her attention to Rila and Falere.

"Alright, now that you've had your first taste out of the way, it's time for you to being your training. Remember, sisters: keep your minds focused," Morinth instructed Rila and Falere, the two again taking positions behind the guards, placing their hands onto the temples of their victims. "Resist the urge to let your hunger overtake you. Feed, but do not gorge yourselves."

After the initial uncertainty of their first feeding, Samara was disturbed to see her daughters begin the melding process without hesitation. Again, the two guards screamed in agony, writhing under the painful touch of the Ardat-Yakshi. And once they were done, just as before, the two guards fell limply to the floor, motionless.

"I couldn't..." Rila said, gasping in pleasure even as her voice sounded disappointed. "I couldn't hold back. It was too much, I just..."

"It is a difficult skill to master," Morinth told her disappointed sister. "It was many years before I was able to properly use my gift. So do not fret if you..."

Morinth's patient instruction was interrupted by a soft, pained moan from the ground. All eyes turned to the asari in front of Falere, who despite lying flat and boneless on the ground was still letting out pained breaths.

"Falere, you did it," Morinth said, a tone of hushed pride in her voice.

"When it was happening, I remembered... our meditation lessons, sister," Falere said to Rila, a gleeful smile on her face. "The mantras they taught us, the way they had us calm our minds... it worked!"

Morinth let out a laugh. "Amazing. Perhaps this monastery was good for more than just restraining you after all." She stepped forward and embraced Falere warmly. "You have not mastered your gift yet, though. It will take some more practice to not only spare your victims, but put them under your control. But still... you've done in a few days what it took me years to master, sister. I'm so proud of you." Turning her head to the side, she stared Samara in the eye. "What about you, Mother? Aren't you proud of your sweet little Falere?"

Samara said nothing, her eyes set on the corpse in front of Rila. How many more would there be, left in the wake of Samara's failure to kill her wayward daughter? How many more would die due to her weakness?

Looking annoyed at Samara's lack of interest, Morinth stepped forward and placed her hands on Samara's cheeks, drawing her face up to stare her in the eye. It disgusted Samara, to see so much of her own face reflected in this hideous beast. "Do you feel it yet, Mother? Those wicked urges you keep buried inside your mind, forcing their way out? Perhaps I should give them a little more help."

Even after the pain of the previous meld, the wrenching agony that coursed through her body as Morinth's eyes went black made Samara grit her teeth to keep from screaming. She could feel Morinth's consciousness force its way through all of her mental defenses like they were nothing but wet tissue paper, delving through her most carnal memories once again.

Well, now, Mother, said Morinth's voice in her mind. What do we have here?

As Samara felt her vision focus around her, she realized what past experience Morinth had discovered and shuddered. It was back during her early days of mercenary work, some dive bar on a colony deep in the Terminus systems. She and two of her comrades had just finished up a job, and had spent most of their credits on liquor and illegal narcotics. By the time they had exhausted themselves for the evening, they had realized there was only enough credits between them to afford a single hotel room that evening.

"Well," Cathra T'Mali had said as the three of them had drunkenly stumbled into their shared room, arching her brow as she started undoing her combat armor. "Might as well make the best of things, don't you two think?"

Annelia Tetis had answered Cathra's suggestion by sliding her dress over her head, strutting over to Samara in nothing but her sheer panties, and laying a bold and hungry kiss on her lips. Samara had been surprised at her comrade's sudden passion, but had found herself returning the kiss without hesitation. As she felt her hands of centuries ago reach up to caress Annelia's modest breasts, the heat of Cathra's breath on her neck reminded her of the way the other mercenary had skillfully undressed her from behind. By the time Samara and Annelia's lips had parted, Cathra had managed to remove all but Samara's undergarments, the three drunk and horny asari mercenaries now barely wearing a stitch of clothing between them.

As Samara experienced the memory of the three of them racing to the single, creaking bed, casting aside the rest of their remaining clothing before tumbling into a sweaty, tangled heap of bodies on the stained mattress, she was tempted to simply lose herself in the erotic memory. It was so vivid, so real to her mind that the pain of Morinth's meld was little more than a dull ache at the back of her mind now. She would find herself back in the horrible reality of the monastery soon enough. Let her enjoy this brief moment of bliss for now.

But as soon as the thought came to mind, she heard a vicious laugh filling her brain. It is quite a delicious memory, isn't it, Mother? Morinth's consciousness said. But if you ask me, I think it could use a few... improvements.

In the memory, Samara was lying on her back on the bed, while Cathra spread her legs and stroked her pussy in preparation to lower it down on Samara's eager mouth. But Samara felt a dull pain, like a sharp fingernail being slowly dragged across the surface of her brain. And in her mind, Cathra was suddenly replaced in her memory by Rila, her daughter's tongue rolling across her lips as she brought her wet cunt down onto Samara's face.

No, please, Samara weakly thought, even as the memory version of herself readily stuck out her tongue to lick and slurp at Rila's dripping snatch. Rila let out a moan, the sound of it horrifyingly like the ones she had heard on the surveillance videos. The sound of it made Samara's stomach roll, but she was unable to stop herself from doubling her efforts to pleasure her daughter with her tongue, rapidly darting the tip of it against Rila's clit.

As she worked on orally pleasuring Rila, she could feel fingers begin to gently part the folds of her own cunt. She could hear Morinth laughing again, her wicked daughter drawing Samara's consciousness outside of her body just long enough for her to see that Annelia was no longer a part of her memory. Now, it was Falere who had climbed between Samara's legs, Samara watching herself spread her legs wider to give her youngest daughter easier access to her pussy. Despite being taken outside of her own body inside the memory, Samara could still feel Falere's thumb press and stroke against her clit, while she inserted her fingers inside of Samara's cunt.

"Do you like that, Mother?" Falere said, Morinth's consciousness inside of Samara's mind twisting and warping the memory of the centuries-ago encounter. "Do you like me touching you like this?"

No, Samara wanted to say, but as Morinth's influence shifted Samara's consciousness back into her body, she felt herself remove her mouth from Rila's cunt to say, "Yes, Falere. Play with your mother's pussy. Your mother's such a horny slut. Make me cum like a good girl."

As the warped memory continued to play out, Samara could feel Morinth's consciousness for every terrible second, forcing her to keep urging the mental images of her daughters on. The words coming out of her mouth only grew more vulgar and filthy as the memory continued. Samara went from begging her daughters to fuck her, to telling them what a worthless, dirty whore she was. Asking them to take her out into the streets of the grimy colony they were on, and sell her to anyone with five credits to their name. Let anyone willing to pay the laughably small sum shove their pussies into her filthy whore face, their cocks inside her tight little ass. She told them she wanted to be taken, used, covered in cum and tossed naked and sweating into a gutter like the garbage she was. All of these vulgar things, she said between lapping and slurping Rila and Falere's hot cunts, fingering herself as she debased herself in front of the mental images of her daughters.

By the time the altered memory had played out, Samara had felt herself cum at least three times, her face dripping with her daughters' juices. While the past version of herself drifted off to a contented sleep, the naked images of her daughters shifting and reverting to Cathra and Annelia, she felt Morinth's consciousness leave her mind, and blinked as she returned to reality.

"By the Goddess, Mother," Morinth said, her voice tinged with a strange kind of awe. "After all that, I can still feel you resisting. Most women would already be wrapped around my finger right now. But we're getting closer now. Closer to breaking you down once and for all."

As Morinth stepped aside, and Samara saw Rila and Falere staring at her, the twisted version of her old memory flared up in her mind immediately. Seeing her daughters in their flesh-baring outfits, Samara felt a tingle between her legs as she pictured herself lapping at their cunts. A vivid image filled her mind of being freed from her chains, dropping down to her knees, and planting her face between Rila's legs, her daughter reaching down to stroke her fringe as Samara...

"No," Samara moaned, closing her eyes shut and forcing herself to banish the disgusting image from her mind. In the darkness, she could hear Morinth's voice, almost as if she was back in the meld. "Such restraint, Mother. Admirable, but still futile. You will break in the end. And once you do, every dirty little thought I planted, every sexual act I had you perform in your mind... it won't even come close to the things you'll be doing in real life once you're under our control."

Samara kept her eyes shut until she heard the sound of the two motionless guards being dragged out of the room, and a long quiet that told Samara that she was alone. It was only a few moments after she allowed her eyelids to open, however, that the security feed in front of her turned on, and she was witness once again to the depravity taking place in the monastery.

After a few moments, she realized that she no longer felt the queasy disgust that had filled her at the sight of the images before. Instead, she found herself staring intently at the naked bodies of the young asari as they laughed and played with each other's cunts. Part of her knew that it was because of Morinth's mental torture, and that she was allowing herself to surrender to it. But she could hear her own heavy breathing as she watched the video in front of her. Before, she had seen these rebellious Ardat-Yakshi indulge their carnal desires and imagined herself bringing them to justice. Now, though, she imagined herself... joining them. Despite all of her mental resistance, Samara feared that if the chains around her wrists were to spring open at this very moment, she would be unable to resist the urge to step out into the hall, walk until she found the first asari without a partner, and let them use her.

She wanted to close her eyes, try to meditate as she had before. But she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the suddenly enticing images flashing on the screen. She felt a mild tinge of disappointment as she saw the vibrator that Jentha had used to stimulate her earlier, lying at the floor near her feet. How she wished that Morinth had inserted the device inside of her before she had left. Anything to relieve the urges that suddenly filled her, threatening to drive her mad.

Samara was panting by the time the camera had shifted to Matriarch Gallae's bedroom, and she was greeted with a familiar sight. Morinth lay naked on her back on the bed, with Rila squatting over her face and Falere playing with her cunt. Damn you, Morinth Samara thought, even as she felt her body clench up and a moan escape her lips. She was recreating the visions from Samara's memory, Morinth putting herself in Samara's role as she and her sisters recreated every position that Samara had just experienced in her mind. As Samara watched Morinth make love to her sisters, she felt the altered memory play itself out in her mind all over again. She was unable to resist the urge to imagine herself into Morinth's position, pleasuring and taking pleasure from her naked daughters. Desperately, she tried to recite the sutras of the Justicar code in her mind, but they were lost in a jumble of twisted carnal images.

"Oh, Mother," Falere cried out, on her hands and knees now as Morinth crouched behind her and licked her pussy. "Mother, we can't wait for you to join us. Once you give in and surrender to Morinth, we can all be a family together. Us three sisters... and our dirty slut of a mother."

"No," Samara moaned, even as she writhed and moaned in her chains. "I won't give in. I am not a whore. I am a Justicar. I won't..."

Give in. Give up. Surrender.

Morinth's voice in her mind. Samara tried to block it out. "I am not a whore. I am a..."

Dirty, filthy whore. Sex-starved slut. Desperate cock-sucking, cunt-licking fuck toy.

"Justicar!" Samara exclaimed, as Morinth and her sisters continued to fuck on the video screen. "I won't give in! I won't give in! I won't..."

But you will, Mother. In fact... you already have.

"I won't give in! I won't give in! I won't give in!" Samara cried out, as on the screen her daughters reached their climaxes.

* * *

Neither of the guards died the next time.

Morinth lovingly embraced her sisters as the two chosen victims moaned in pain on the floor, agonized but still alive. After that, Morinth had invaded Samara's mind once more.

This time, she had found a memory of a pirate raid Samara had participated in, several years after the previous encounter with her two asari compatriots. It had been an easy score, the crew of the turian freighter surrendering only a minute or so after Samara and her team had launched their first attack. After she and her comrades had boarded and begun plundering the ship's cargo, Samara had locked eyes with one of the ensigns, a young but fierce-looking turian male. After ensuring that the rest of her team had the crew under control, Samara had instructed the turian to show her where the captain's cabin was.

It had been a risky move, and there had been no guarantee that the turian wouldn't use the opportunity to overpower her. But something she had caught in his eyes at that moment told Samara she had nothing to fear. And sure enough, after a wild encounter with the frightened but pleasingly eager turian crewman, Samara had left him drained and satisfied on the captain's bed, returning just in time to see her teammates finish loading the last of the stolen cargo.

But under Morinth's influence, the memory played out much differently. After Samara had gotten the turian alone, she laid down her weapon and undid the zippers on her light armor just as she had in reality. But as soon as she was naked, suddenly the turian grabbed her weapon. Ordering her to her knees in this altered version of the past, the turian had insulted her, calling her a stupid slut as he undid his pants and let his throbbing blue erection spring forth from behind its protective plates. "Suck my cock, you stupid pirate bitch," the turian had spat at her, and Samara was quick to comply.

Samara could feel the sinister sensation of Morinth in the back of her mind as the memory warped further. The door to the cabin slid open as Samara sucked, revealing the rest of the turian crew. Before Samara knew it, twelve more turian cocks slid out of their sheaths, pointed in her direction as her initial attacker started cumming down her throat. No sooner was he finished than another cock was thrust into Samara's face, and she parted her lips to begin sucking again.

As Morinth continued working her influence over the memory, Samara could feel herself getting more and more aroused as the turians taunted her. They called her a whore and a slut, and deep down Samara knew that they were right. Soon, Samara was down on her hands and knees on the floor, still sucking one turian cock while another one started fucking her from behind.

"Fuck me," Samara could hear herself saying, speaking in-between running her tongue across the length of the thick blue cock in front of her. "Fuck my worthless whore cunt. Treat me like your asari fuck toy. I want your cum all over me."

As the turians changed positions and new cocks entered her, she heard the door to the cabin open again. She glanced over, cock still stuffed down her throat, to see her three comrades standing at the door, joining the turians in mocking her. As Samara watched, the three asari wavered in her vision, and within a split second they had been replaced by her daughters.

"Look at that little whore," Rila said mockingly. "Can't believe she thought she could ever be a Justicar."

"A Justicar, her?" Falere asked, incredulous. "Looks to me like she's much more comfortable right where she is."

Morinth nodded in agreement. "Definitely. Down on her knees, sucking cock and getting fucked. That's what you're best at, isn't it, Mother?"

Pulling her mouth away from the throbbing cock between her lips, Samara gasped. "Yes," she said breathlessly. "That's all I'm good for. I'm nothing but a dirty slut. A filthy whore for my daughters, and anyone else who wants to fuck me."

"Shut the fuck up and suck, bitch," the turian in front of her barked, grabbing her by the fringe and yanking her mouth back down around his cock. A few seconds later, the turian fucking her face groaned, and Samara felt a thrill as his load filled her mouth, his cock shrinking back into place only to be replaced with a fresh new one.

By the time it was over, turian cum was spilling out of Samara's cunt and dripping down her chin. Falling down to the floor and rolling onto her back, Samara felt herself fingering her twat and moaning, "More. Fuck me more." But before she could indulge in more of the wanton depravity that Morinth had forced her to enjoy, her daughter broke the meld, leaving Samara gasping in pain and shameful pleasure at the same time as she returned to reality.

That night on the video feed, Samara's daughters had invited Lelina to join them in the bedroom. She and Morinth donned strap-on cocks, and Rila and Falere got into position on the bed to allow Morinth and Lelina to fuck them from behind.

As Samara watched her daughters get fucked, memories of the imaginary turians still lingering in her mind, she tried again to resist the temptations growing stronger inside of her. "I am not a whore," she weakly muttered, while her eyes lingered on the vibrator that she wanted desperately inside of her. "I am a Justicar. I won't give in. I won't..."

"Oh, Goddess, yes," she heard Morinth yell on the screen. She and Lelina had traded places with their partners, and Rila and Falere now wore the strap-ons and fucked the two other bent-over asari. As Samara watched Morinth take Falere's artificial cock, she couldn't help but imagine herself in the same position. "I... I am..." she muttered to herself, the conviction draining from her voice as she pictured herself bent over for her daughter, pussy filled with cock as Falere took her from behind. It was an image that would have disgusted her days ago, but now... now it was almost impossible to banish from her mind.

When her daughters and Lelina had all gotten each other off, and the screen went to black, Samara couldn't help but be disappointed.

* * *

The guards screamed as before. But when Rila and Falere withdrew their hands, they remained kneeling, eyes unfocused and staring straight ahead.

"Stand up," Morinth firmly said to the two guards. "I command you to stand up."

Neither of them responded at first. Morinth instructed Rila and Falere to repeat the order. After ordering the guards to stand up several times, Samara heard the two of them mutter. "Yes, Mistress," the broken asari said, as they both rose slowly to their feet.

Stepping behind her guard, Rila deactivated her hard-light handcuffs. "Take off your clothes," Rila instructed the guard, and watched with a grin as the guard obeyed her instruction. Falere matched her sister's actions, and soon the two guards stood naked and compliant.

Morinth burst into a wide smile, taking Rila and Falere under each arm and hugging them. "You've done it! I can't believe you were able to master it so quickly," she enthused to them. "Sisters, today marks the first day of your real lives. No longer under the thumb of your lessers, you are now true Ardat-Yakshi."

Reveling in their power, Rila and Falere soon ordered the now enthralled guards down to their knees again. Samara watched with a trace of envy, as the two guards found Rila and Falere's cunts in front of their faces. Immediately, they began working on pleasuring their new mistresses. As the two guards obediently ate, and Rila and Falere's wonderful moans of pleasure started to fill the room, Morinth approached Samara. "Not much longer now, Mother," she said. "I can feel the last shreds of your resistance fading away every time I penetrate your mind. And now that your other daughters have mastered their abilities... nothing will be able to stop us now."

Unlike the previous memories that Morinth had found and corrupted in Samara's mind, the one she chose this day was not a memory of sex. It was a time long past her maiden days, after she had forsaken her life and family to take on the ultimately failed mission to defeat Morinth. Back then, Samara had discovered a group of Blood Pack mercenaries that she believed had information about Morinth's whereabouts. It had turned out to be a dead-end, but after discovering their criminal activities her duty had compelled her to deliver justice onto them. She had taken on the whole pack of krogan, vorcha, and trained varren, and defeated them all.

But Morinth's power over her had grown so much stronger over the past few days, and Samara was unable to prevent her from twisting even this decidedly un-sexual memory into another one of her carnal fantasies. In Morinth's altered version, Samara was defeated and captured by the Blood Pack. Stripped of weapons and clothing, she found herself helpless as the head of the group, a large krogan with burn scars on his face, removed the codpiece of his armor and lifted up Samara with both hands before plunging her down on his thick cock. Samara moaned as the krogan's cock filled her, immediately losing her mind and turning unimaginably horny the second the krogan leader buried himself quad-deep into her cunt. All around her, the rest of the Blood Pack mercenaries hooted and cat-called, cheering their commander on as he fucked the helpless asari whore. Moaning in unbridled pleasure, Samara wrapped her legs around the krogan's waist, flexing her hips and helping the krogan rape her even harder.

Once the leader had spilled his load inside of her, he lifted her up off his cock and tossed her into the midst of his men. "Enjoy yourselves, fellas," he said mockingly as Samara landed on the floor, surrounded by horny krogan and vorcha. As she looked up at them beginning to pull their cocks out of their pants, she wiped at the krogan cum trickling out of her cunt, putting her hand up to her mouth and lapping up the foul, sticky fluid hungrily. In her mind, she realized that she had been captured on purpose. She wanted these beasts to use her, fuck her and cum all over her. She wasn't really a justicar, after all; she was a whore.

It wasn't long before the savage mercenaries had moved her in position, placing her on her hands and knees to gain easy access to all of her holes. She sucked greedily on the vorcha cock in front of her face, while another vorcha positioned under her penetrated her pussy. She steeled herself as one of the krogan pressed the head of his gigantic prick against her asshole, the massive rod eventually succeeding in penetrating her backside and filling her anal passage. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. To have every last one of her holes filled with cock. Even back in her maiden days, she had never allowed herself to be gangbanged like this. Goddess, if she had known what she had been missing out on, she would have never bothered with mercenary work. She would have spent ever last day of her maiden years fucking.

One after another, krogan and vorcha spilled their load inside of her or onto her sweaty skin, before stepping aside to be replaced by another fresh cock. By the time the mercenaries who had been unfortunate enough to get to Samara last were finished, several of the first to fuck her had recovered their erections, and went in for another round with one of Samara's now well-used holes. Over and over again she was fucked, and still it wasn't enough. She wanted more. More cock inside of her, more cum sprayed on her body. She urged the laughing, taunting mercs to fuck her harder. Use her like the whore she knew she was.

By the time they had all had their fill, the leader of the group stepped away and returned with a black leather collar with a chain attached. "Time to put this horny bitch where she belongs," the Blood Pack leader said. Obediently, Samara presented her neck for the collar to be fastened around. Once it was in place, the krogan leader yanked on the chain and ordered Samara to crawl after him on the floor. Samara nearly slipped in the puddles of cum that had spilled out of her over the course of the massive gangbang. The warm sensation running down her thigh let her know that she was no doubt leaving a trail of even more fluids, still dripping out of her cunt and asshole.

After being dragged through the Blood Pack base on her hands and knees, the leader opened a door and led her into a small, foul-smelling room. "Here you are, bitch," the leader said, unhooking the chain from her neck. "Your new home. Try to play nice with your new roommates."

Once the leader had left and the door slid shut, Samara heard a low rumble in the darkness. She let out a gasp as a trio of varren stepped towards her, teeth bared at the intruder.

She knew what was coming next before it even started happening, and by now she had given up completely on fighting against the vile acts Morinth was forcing her to participate in. Laying down on her back and spreading her legs, Samara let out a low rumble at the base of her throat as she rubbed her cunt and locked eyes with the large varren at the front of the group. The varren seemed confused at first, its aggression waning as it stepped forward and began sniffing at Samara's crotch. Whatever it smelled must have appealed to the animal, and Samara let out an eager moan as she saw the red veiny mass of the beast's cock begin swelling between its hind legs. Soon, the varren was positioning itself on top of her, Samara shifting to allow the animal better access to her cunt.

"Yes," Samara said as the varren buried itself inside of her. "Yes, yes, yes," she repeated as the animal began rapidly humping her, its thick cock splitting Samara wide open. She'd never felt this filled before, the foul-smelling beast's cock stroking roughly against her inner walls and pleasing her in ways she never could have imagined. Despite the difference in species, the varren must have been able to sense its partner's excitement, and saliva dripped from between its teeth down onto her heaving breasts as it began fucking her harder.

After what seemed like hours of furious, animal rutting, Samara grunting and moaning in ecstasy, she could feel the cock inside of her begin swelling up even thicker. Oh, Goddess, it's knotting itself in me! she thought, and the feeling of the animal cock filling her, spilling its foul seed inside of her, sent her screaming into a teeth-achingly amazing climax.

The varren on top of her let out a low growl, its knotted cock still buried inside of Samara. Looking around to see the source of the beast's agitation, Samara saw one of the other varren cautiously approaching, its cock throbbing as it stepped towards Samara's head. Looking back up at the varren above her, Samara gave it a soothing pat on the side of the neck, speaking softly to calm it down. Once the large varren has calmed itself, Samara turned her attention back to the unsatisfied animal approaching, coaxing it towards her.

Finally, the beast was satisfied it would not be attacked, and walked over to position itself at Samara's head. Perching with its hind legs over Samara's head, and its red veiny cock dangling lewdly in front of her mouth.

Looks like I'm a member of the pack now, Samara thought to herself, smiling as she grabbed the base of the varren's cock and lapped at the pre-cum dripping from its tip.

* * *

By the time Morinth finally released her from the altered memory, the alpha varren had fired three loads into Samara's cunt, and she had sucked off the other two beasts twice. The taste of varren cum still seemed to linger in her mouth even as she was brought back into reality. Looking around the room, Samara saw that Rila, Falere, and their two newly enthralled servants were gone. Morinth was the only person remaining in the room.

Once Samara was fully out of the trance, Morinth smirked at her. "My, my, mother. I always knew you were a bitch, but I never imagine you'd live up to the term so literally," she taunted.

"Please," Samara said. The last remaining shreds of her dignity hated that she was reduced to begging, but it was her only hope to escape what Morinth had planned for her. "Please just kill me. Just end it, please. You've beaten me, Morinth. You've won. You don't have to torture me like this."

Morinth patted her mother on the cheek. "Oh, Mother. If you only knew the things I have planned for you. The disgraces I'm going to make you a part of. And how much you're going to love them once we're finished. It won't be much longer now. The next time we come to pay you a visit... it will be the last time that any shred of the person you once were will still exist. So appreciate it while it lasts, Mother. Because tomorrow... you will break."

As her daughter started to turn away, Samara weakly called out. "Morinth, I..." she stammered, knowing she should feel ashamed but more worried about the maddening need between her legs. "I want you to..."

"What, mother?" Morinth said, an amused smile on her face. What do you want me to do?" She followed Samara's pitiful gaze down to the floor, and the vibrator that had laid there for some time. "Oh, I see. Well, what kind of daughter would I be if I didn't give you a present now and again?" she asked mockingly. Picking up the sex toy and activating it, Morinth pressed the buzzing device against Samara's damp slit. Samara moaned, no longer caring how disgusting it was to have her daughter do such things to her. All she cared about was having that buzzing device planted deep inside her needy cunt.

Sliding the vibrator into the place, Morinth grinned as she grabbed one of the metal clips still attached to Samara's nipple and yanked it. The pain only made Samara gasp harder, the extreme sensations of the tight tug on her nipple and the pleasurable buzz between her thighs feeling absolutely exquisite.

"Enjoy the show tonight," Morinth said. "Because tomorrow night, you get to be the star." Spinning on her heel, Morinth left Samara hanging against the wall. Moaning and gasping as the vibrator inside of her continued buzzing against her clit and pussy walls.

A few minutes after Morinth left, the video screen flared to life. Samara stared at the screen in confusion, wondering what it was that Morinth was showing her. It appeared to be nothing more than an empty room, no sign of any of the monastery residents inside.

It was a moment before it finally hit her. The guards. Samara thought. They're all gone. What do my daughters do to them?

The answer came as soon as the video feed changed cameras. It was a scene very familiar by this point: residents of the monastery still tirelessly fucking each other. Their faces had become quite familiar to Samara by this point. But then she noticed a few new participants in the endless orgy. Women whose faces she didn't recall at first. And once she did, a slight chill ran through her. My daughters have been practicing, Samara thought. Using the skills Morinth taught them. The formerly captive guards had been freed from their shackles, in both the literal sense and perhaps a figurative one as well. They now eagerly kissed, licked, and finger-fucked their former charges, eyes distant and dazed as the mental indoctrination drove them to deeper and deeper acts of depravity.

There was no one in the Matriarch's bedroom tonight. Morinth, Rila, Falere... Lelina, Gallae and Jentha... Samara saw all of them now, out among the rest of the monastery's residents. All of them enjoying themselves, while Morinth sent Samara the unmistakable message...

I'm the last one left, Samara thought, watching as Morinth spread her legs for one of the former guards to plant her face between, while Rila and Falere adjusted their strap-ons and chose two other pussies to fuck. I'm the only one they haven't taken control of yet. They've saved me for last.

As the vibrator buzzed inside of her, and she heard a monastery full of asari moan and cum, Samara realized she no longer feared the moment when she would fall. When she would join this insanity.

She welcomed it now.
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Unrestrained Desires