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A Slave... Or A Pet	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 94307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"...big fat cocks pound into those tight little asses," Liara heard herself say as she was ushered into Delaana's office.

Again, on the way back to their cell after eating, one of the guards had stopped Liara and instructed her to follow him to his leader's office. She had stepped inside to find Delaana watching a video display on her desk with an amused smirk.

"Oh, fuck, I'm getting so wet watching you," the sound of her own vulgar words being played back to her filled her with shame, as she remembered back to when she first heard that language.

It had been after Ilos, probably the happiest time of her life. She and Shepard had consummated their relationship just before the final battle against Saren, and with nothing but scattered pockets of geth to deal with, they had plenty of downtime to spend with each other.

Liara had been exploring the Normandy's file systems, looking for a research paper she had lost, when she had discovered the large cache of pornography Joker had stashed inside the memory banks. She knew she shouldn't look, but the first file she had opened had been a scene of two human women having sex.

"Perhaps I should watch this for... tips," Liara had thought to herself. As she watched the two women touching each other, she made note of the things they were saying. Shepard never said those sorts of things when they made love; perhaps she was waiting for Liara to use such language first.

She watched several more of the videos, as part of what she thought of as research into human sexual practices. Mostly females on females, but out of curiosity she viewed a few of the videos of men having sex with women. ("Perhaps Shepard would like to use one of those devices on me that they sell in the less-savory shops in the Lower Wards," she had reasoned as she watched a human male's sizable phallus drive his partner to let out a stream of vulgar pleas.)

That night, she'd attempted to use some of the language in their bed, as Shepard's tongue was at work between her legs. Immediately, she'd known she'd done something wrong when Shepard stopped licking, looked up at her, and let out a barely suppressed laugh.

Seeing the look on Liara's face, Shepard has immediately started apologizing profusely, while still holding back giggles. When Liara had explained that she had heard the words in human pornography, Shepard had gently explained to her that those films were made specifically for men, and that the women in the films were playing to what the average man watching wanted to hear.
"Is there... anything you would like me to say to you, Shepard, while we make love?" Liara had asked her after they had spoken.

Leaning towards her, Shepard had planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "You can say whatever you want to, Liara. As long as you're here with me, that's more than enough."

"Spill your cum all inside her ass. Make her your obedient little bitch," she heard herself lewdly moan on the video, taking her out of her pleasant memory. At that moment in the cell, she had remembered Shepard's words about those sorts of things being what men wanted to hear, and had tried her best to imitate what she had heard. But hearing herself say those things again made her feel just as she had when Shepard had given her that confused look from between her legs: utterly mortified.

Delaana had said nothing since Liara had arrived and sat down. Simply sat with her legs crossed on her desk, watching the video play out. When it started to loop around again, the asari merc leader finally switched it off. Turning her attention to Liara, she immediately began slowly clapping.

"Beautiful," Delaana mockingly praised her. "An absolutely stunning performance. If I didn't know any better, I'd believe you were just an Omega whore, spreading her legs for another client."

Liara kept her eyes steady on Delaana. "Have you brought me just to humiliate me?"

"Not just that," Delaana said, leaning on her elbows and staring intently at Liara. "I'm just... trying to figure out what he sees in you. Why the Shadow Broker is so intent on breaking your will. Looking at you, I just don't see why he'd waste the time. Doesn't seem like there's much will to be broken."

"I have fought enemies that would grind you into dust without a second thought," Liara's voice was full of steel. "I fought against Saren, I fought against..."

That maddening laugh again. "You fought against Saren! You! More like 'Shepard fought against Saren and you hid behind her and let off the occasional shot to show you were helping', right?"

"You know nothing about it," Liara shot back. "If you'd fought against Shepard and I before this, you would not have stood a chance."

Standing up, Delaana waved a dismissive hand. "Yes, yes, I'm sure it would have been an epic battle. Like Matriarch Nessenia wrote, 'A battle to end all things. To pierce the heart and rob the soul of song.'" She looked over at Liara cockily. "Surprised? A simple thug like me quoting poetry? Maybe there's more to me than just a dirty thing to be locked away in a monastery and forgotten."

She waved a hand at the row of books on the wall above her desk. "You know, much as I want to hate my people for treating me like some sort of monster, I still find the ancient poetry of our ancestors to be quite moving. Valenis, Adesina Torvus... and Matriarch Nessenia, of course."

Reaching for a book off the shelf, she pulled it down and laid it gently on the desk. "So rare to find old-fashioned books these days," she mused as she ran her fingers across the cover. "But this book is special," Delaana looked up at Liara with narrowed eyes. "I'd borrowed the book from a friend, and was reading it when they came to find me. Told me that I had a choice: either cloister myself away for the rest of my life, or be executed." She smiled ruefully. "Too bad for them, I didn't like either of those choices much. So I ran, and for the longest time all I had to my name was a few credits... and this book. As I'd lie awake at night, terrified that somebody had finally found me out, I'd read Nessenia's words and be comforted, just a little."

"So don't talk to me about battles, little one," Delaana said, returning the book back to its shelf. "I've been battling my entire life, fighting against an entire race that has deemed me an outcast. You really think having a few scrapes with geth and a crazy turian make you intimidating? Make you a real warrior who could match up against me?" Sitting back at her desk, she crossed her legs again and sneered at Liara. "Well, it's a pity, that you and I won't get that chance. Maybe you and I really could have had that 'battle to end all things,' the type that Nessenia wrote about so beautifully, if things had worked out different."
Delaana stopped, staring at Liara as if waiting for a reaction.

And a reaction she got. When Liara let out a light snicker, following by bursting out into uproarious laughter.

Delaana stared at her uncomprehendingly. "Stop it," Delaana muttered. Getting no response, she barked. "Stop laughing!"

"I'm sorry," Liara said, wiping away a tear from her eye. "It's just, you had that whole speech so carefully prepared, and then had to undermine it by being a complete and utter fool!"

Eyes narrowed, Delaana leaned forward at Liara. "You're calling me a fool?"

"No, no," Liara said, still chuckling a little. "What I'm calling you is one of the greatest fools I have had the great displeasure of meeting. Do you even know the first thing about Nessenia's writings?"

"I... I just told you!" Delaana said. "I've read her poetry since..."

"You've read it," Liara interrupted. "But you obviously didn't understand it. Hence why I called you a fool. Nessenia was ending a relationship with her lover of two centuries when she wrote that poem. The 'battle' she wrote about was a reference the fights they were having, not a literal battle. I would have thought anybody would have picked up on that subtext, but I guess not..."

"I..." Delaana stammered, her tone angry and just a little embarrassed. "You..."

Liara smiled confidently at the flustered mercenary. "You know, you might have known more about that poem if you'd have some quiet, contemplative time to study it. Perhaps in a monastery of some sort."

Delaana stabbed the button on her desk with all her strength. "Get her the fuck out of here right now!" she yelled at the guard outside of the office. As the mercenary entered and got Liara to her feet, Delaana sneered at her. "Understand my men have a special show for you tonight. Hope you enjoy it. Your bitch sure won't."

Liara stared back at Delaana all the way out, the sight of her fuming keeping a smile on her face all the way back to her cell.

* * *

As the door slid open, Liara braced herself for the sounds of more brutal sex. But there was nothing. Liara's moment of relief turned to ice in her veins as she walked inside the cell and saw only Miranda.

"They took her a few minutes ago," Miranda muttered. From the fluids dripping from her face, at least one of them had made use of Miranda's mouth before departing with Shepard.

Once the door had slid closed and Liara had taken a seat, the vidscreen flared to life. It was the room where Miranda had first been taken by the Broker's men, although the table from before had been removed, the room completely bare.

As Liara and Miranda watched, Shepard was ushered into the room. Bowers directed her towards the center of the room, and then commanded her to get down on her hands and knees. The rest of the mercenaries, minus Delaana and one of the humans, filed in after and took positions around the room.

"You know, I was originally planning to let you entertain the men tonight," Bowers said, speaking loudly for his comrades in the room to all hear. "But after seeing the way you acted at dinner today, slobbering up all your food off the floor like a filthy animal, I knew that having these guys fuck you would be completely beneath them."

Crouching down by Shepard's head, Bowers stroked a strand of hair out of her face. "See, I realized that, if you were going to act like a filthy bitch, that I should treat you like a bitch. So, bitch," Bowers said the words not to Shepard, but looking into the camera. "Let me play my own little trick. Roth!"

The door to the room slid open, and the bald-headed human with the eyepatch walked in.

"Ohhhhh..." Miranda let out a pained moan as she saw what Roth had brought with him.

One end of a thick rope was in Roth's hand, the other end connected to the muzzle strapped across the jaw of a growling varren.
The men in the room let out a cheer as the animal pawed into the room. Roth led it around the room to parade in front of Shepard, and Liara saw her muscles tense as she saw the surprise their captors had in store for her.

"Got a present for you, boy," Roth said, crouching down next to the large animal. "She's all yours, just... what's that?" Putting on an overblown surprised expression, he leaned in to the varren's muzzled maw. "You don't like her? You say she's too ugly for you?"

The crowd let out a laugh, while Shepard clenched and unclenched her fists from the floor. "Goddess," Liara said. "I thought I had seen the depths of their cruelty. Please, don't let them do this to her."

And for a moment, Liara thought she might get her wish. The varren showed little interest in the prone human female in front of it, instead sniffing around the room as if looking for food.

"Hmm, looks like you're hungry, huh, boy?" Roth said. He turned to one of the men, who handed him a plate of red, bloody meat. Liara didn't want to think about what animal that had come from.

But the varren was obviously not a choosy eater, smelling the meat even through its muzzle and leaping up into the air to try and get at the food. "Hold on a second, boy," Roth said to the animal, reaching into his back pocket and pulling a metal bottle. "Got a little something extra to add to it."

At first, Liara thought the human was spilling some sort of alcohol onto the meat. But she wasn't familiar with any liquors that looked like the green, thick liquid that was spraying out onto the bloody dish. After the contents of the bottle were empty, Roth tossed the dish on the floor. The varren sniffed at the meat, desperately trying to get its tongue out to lick at the tasty morsels, but the muzzle restricted it from eating.

"Here you go, boy," Roth said, reaching down to unstrap the muzzle. "Dig in."

As soon as its jaws were free, the varren began hungrily wolfing down the meat, the sound of its voracious slurping and chewing absolutely disgusting. The men in the room all watched the varren eagerly, as if waiting for something to happen.

After several minutes, the beast finally finished licking up the last drops of blood and the green fluid. Liara suddenly had an image of the varren turning its hungry jaws on Shepard next and became terrified. Had the Shadow Broker finally tired of this? Would Liara have to watch while a vicious beast ripped her lover to shreds?

But instead of turning its eyes towards Shepard, the beast started swaying back and forth on its paws. Its tongue lolled out between its sharp teeth, and Liara watched in horror as a thick, pulsing growth became visible between the beast's hind legs.

"Whoa, down, boy!" Roth said with a laugh, as the beast started rearing up to try humping his leg. "Looks like you're in the mood to fuck even an ugly bitch like this one, huh?"

Grabbing the varren by its collar, Roth let him around to Shepard's backside. Giving Shepard's ass a firm slap to draw the varren's attention, Roth grinned with crooked, half-missing teeth. "Go on, don't be shy. Can't you just feel her begging for it?"

Eyes half-lidded and moving somewhat slowly, the beast pawed up to Shepard and sniffed experimentally at the slit between her legs. Whatever it smelled got the animal's tail wagging furiously, and Liara gritted her teeth as the beast's massive tongue came out and started lapping wetly at Shepard's pussy.

"Looks like he's got a taste for some fish," Bowers said, arms crossed and smirking, and the men in the room let out a laugh.

Meanwhile, the varren's cock was now red and throbbing, and the animal was trying its best to get into a mounting position. As it tried to hoist itself up on top of Shepard, one of its paws slipped. Shepard let out a weak cry as the varren's claws bit into her flesh, leaving a gash across her side.
"Shit," Roth said, staring at the wound with a nervous expression. "Bowers, maybe we'd better call this off. If the boss sees..."

Bowers scoffed. "Shepard's tough, she can take it. And we'll slap some medi-gel on afterward, Delaana doesn't need to know."

Liara stared at the trickle of red running down Shepard's side, and remembered the bloody meat the varren had consumed earlier. "This needs to stop," Liara frantically thought to herself. "These idiots are going to get Shepard killed with their sick games."

Thankfully, at least, there were no more injuries before the varren was able to get itself into position. Unfortunately, this still left Shepard in the position of having a suddenly horny animal poised and ready to put itself inside her.

"Give it to her, big guy," Bowers smirked as he gave the varren a quick slap to the backside. With a whine, the varren moved forward, and his dark red cock fully penetrated Shepard.

"Urgh!" moaned Shepard, and Liara remembered in horror her college biology classes. Once the varren was fully inserted into a potential mate, it would swell its bulbus glandis to tie itself inside the female. From Shepard's gritted teeth and pounding fist on the floor, it was obvious that the large bulb of flesh was inflating inside of her at that moment.

As the crowd cheered in approval, the varren began humping against Shepard. Its rapid thrusts shook her body as it desperately fucked her, its animal breeding instinct taking complete control over its body. Shepard's eyes were squinted shut, while she bit the ball of her thumb to keep herself from screaming.

While the rest of the crowd whooped and cheered, Bowers looked up to stare directly into the camera. "You liking my little joke, you blue bitch?" he spoke loudly to be heard above the crowd. "You going to fuck with me again, huh?"

Liara had hated before. She had hated Saren and Sovereign for what they had done to her mother. She hated the Collectors for destroying the Normandy and killing the woman she loved. She hated the Shadow Broker for trying to prevent her from bringing Shepard back and for kidnapping Feron.

But never before had she hated someone as violently, as purely as she hated this pathetic, vicious, twisted human in this one moment. If they had been in the same room at that moment, Liara might have forgotten about the consequences in that moment and used her biotics to dash this man's head against the wall again... and again... and again...

Behind Bowers, the varren's humping had slowed down, as its jaw gaped open wide in satisfaction. Shepard winced as the beast tried to withdraw itself from her, only to remained locked inside.

After several minutes of struggling, the knot had finally receded, and the beast pulled out of Shepard. The deflating organ was followed by a thick trickle of varren semen, splattering out of Shepard onto the floor.

"Oh, would you look at that?" Bowers observed the dripping fluid with a grin. "Congratulations, Shepard! I'm sure it's going to be a beautiful litter." Reaching down to the varren's collar, Bowers led the dazed beast around to the front of Shepard, positioning its spent member directly in front of her face. "How about you give your new husband a nice big kiss to celebrate? Get him nice and cleaned off, and maybe he'll be able to go in for round two."

"No, please, not again," Liara thought, as she watched Shepard's lips quiver before slowly extending her tongue toward the varren's twitching member. The tip of her tongue was almost to the head of the animal's cock and...
"Enough of this!" yelled out a voice, causing everyone in the room to jump. With everything that had been going on, no one had noticed Delaana's entrance into the room. "Are you assholes completely out of your minds?"

"Delaana, I thought we..." was all Bowers got out before Delaana was on him, her hand reaching up under his jaw and clamping down hard. Dragging his face close to hers, she snarled between clenched teeth.

"Would you... like to explain to me... what the fuck that is?" Delaana pointed a finger at the wound on Shepard's side.

Bowers struggled to speak with Delaana's fingers pressing hard on either side of his mouth. "It... it slipped..."

"I only allowed you to fulfill this fucked-up little fantasy of yours, Bowers, because you assured me, up and down, that you and Roth could control that thing. 'Not a scratch on her,' that was what you said to me, do you remember?"

"Y... yes..." Bowers stammered.

Delaana thrust her finger again toward the wound. "And what the fuck do you call that, you blubbering piece of worthless shit?"

"It's a sc... scratch..."

"Get Shepard and the varren out of here," Delaana said to the rest of the men, while still clutching Bowers's face in her hand. "Get her cleaned and patched up, and put that mutt back in its cage, before I decide to let fuck-up here be its next bitch."

The men were quick to obey their commander, helping the dazed Shepard to her feet and leaving Delaana alone with the terrified Bowers.

"You know what, Bowers?" Delaana said, a vicious smile coming to her face. "You were so hot to see a little varren cum spilled on this ship?"

Turning and dragging Bowers with her, Delaana gripped him by the back of the neck. With a swift motion, Delaana sent Bowers to the floor, face-first into the puddle of varren cum that had leaked out of Shepard. While Bowers groaned in disgust, Delaana worked his face around in the slime.

"Go ahead, Bowers. Enjoy, you sick fuck," Delaana said. And while she continued to mash the human's face into the semen drippings, she looked up and stared directly into the camera.

And that was all it took for Liara to understand. This wasn't an act of mercy on Delaana's part. It wasn't even a chance to punish a subordinate who make a mistake. This was the asari commander's way of reminding Liara who was in charge around here.

"I can put a stop to this sort of thing whenever I want," Delaana's stare into the camera was saying without words. "And if I want, I can make it worse, too. So think about that the next time you embarrass me."

Liara still felt that pure, undiluted hate for Bowers in that moment. But her hate for Delaana ran just as pure.
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