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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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She slept at some point, pain in her wrists as she dangled limply from her chains. With no clock, no means of measuring the time other than the periods between moans and cries on the video feed that had now been left on permanently, she had no way of knowing how long she had been out. But when she awoke, all three of her daughters stood and watched her. Rila and Falere in their fetishistic, flesh-baring outfits, and Morinth dressed in a normal outfit.

Goddess, she had fallen so far in so short a time. Even as a rapidly-dwindling part of her felt disgust at herself, Samara couldn't help herself from staring openly at Rila and Falere's bare tits and pussies. They were her own daughters, her own flesh and blood, and yet she felt the ever-undeniable desire to taste their supple flesh against her tongue. To stick her fingers into their twats as she happily lapped at their clits. To serve them and service them, like the dirty whore she truly was.

Morinth's mental manipulations had jumbled her consciousness. In Samara's mind, the memories that she knew were true coexisted with the depraved version of events that Morinth had created through their melds. Samara wondered how long it would be before the real memories faded, and only the version of her life where she was a desparate, cock-sucking, pussy-licking slut remained.

It frightened her, the thought of having her entire life history rewritten in her mind, replaced with a lie. But then she looked at her daughters, and remembered the pain she had caused them. The times she could have spent with them, if she hadn't been so consumed in her quest for vengeance. If only she had taken the time, shown them how much she had truly cared about them... she wouldn't be in this situation. She wouldn't be faced with this punishment.

But there was no fighting it now. Just as the Justicars had their own, unbendable code, so was Samara helpless to fight the justice that Morinth and her sisters intended to inflict on her. Maybe it was Morinth's previous manipulations that made her so willing to accept her fate, but Samara didn't care anymore.

She was ready for it to end. Being chained up, being tormented by her own guilt... she wanted it all to end.

Perhaps Morinth saw the resignation in Samara's face, the hopelessness there. Because her own expression changed as well, to a smile. But not the vindictive, cruel smile she had shown while tormenting Samara up to this point. This one was... almost a little sad.

"Oh, mother," Morinth said, her voice strangely tender. "After all this, I still don't think you understand. You think that all I wanted to do was punish you, don't you? But it's so much more than that. All I ever wanted... all we ever wanted," Morinth waved her hands out to indicate her sisters, "was for you to accept us. To give us the love you so cruelly withheld just because of the genes you passed down to us."

Stepping forward, Morinth assumed a familiar spot, standing inches away from Samara. "And after this meld, my dearest mother, you will see. And you will understand. That we all will be so much happier once me... my beloved sisters..." Morinth waved Rila and Falere forward, and turned to give each of them a long, sensual kiss in turn, "...and you... are all together as one, big happy family." Her grin twisted slightly, showing a hint of the wickedness that Samara had seen before. "A family that you abandoned... in favor of another. I've seen that other family in your mind, mother. The bonds you formed with those strangers, the camaraderie and loyalty that you forged with them. So heartwarming." Reaching her hands out, she intertwined her fingers with Rila and Falere's. "But just like our family... I think it's been missing one little thing."

Leaning forward, Morinth kissed Samara on the lips. The second she made contact, her and her sisters' eyes went black.

* * *

Samara stepped into the conference room. Her disappointment at having been unable to apprehend her daughter had been forgotten for the moment, as she marveled at the technological ingenuity of this unique vessel.

A dark-skinned human in a Cerberus uniform looked up at her entrance. "Welcome to the Normandy, Samara. We've studied your profile extensively." He glanced over at Shepard, who had an appraising eye on Samara, before continuing his speech. "With your skills, I think you'll be an excellent addition to the team."

"Thank you," Samara responded. "For an organization such as yours, that is high praise indeed."

"Samara should be an amazing asset," Shepard said. "We'll put her to work on the Normandy immediately."

Samara blinked. In the back of her mind, something about Shepard's words seemed off. Like... it wasn't what he was supposed to say. But that was a ridiculous thought. "I'd be happy to assist in whatever way I can. My Justicar training has made me very skilled in the use of biotics and weaponry. I'm ready for..."

"Just a moment, Samara," Shepard said, holding up a hand. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm afraid we didn't recruit you to the Normandy for any of your combat abilities."

His words confused Samara, and she opened her mouth to say something. But before she could speak, the door to the conference room opened again. Outside waited a fairly-sizable group of individuals. Samara counted five humans - from a dark-haired, regal looking woman to a scarred, gruff mercenary - a turian, a drell and salarian, a quarian and even a young-looking krogan. Somehow, each of them looked familiar, and the sight of them filled her with a warm feeling that she couldn't quite explain. But there was no recognition in any of their eyes, the entire group taking places around the conference table and staring intently at Samara.

"I... do not understand, Commander," Samara said, trying to ignore the large crowd of people and keep focused on Shepard. "Back on Illium, you seemed interested in my assistance in helping you fight the Collectors."

"Well, in a sense that's true," Shepard said. "In your own way, you will be helping my team in our mission against the Collectors. But you see... well, we still have a lot of planets to visit across the galaxy. That means a lot of time spent travelling between destinations. Which can be a big problem when it comes to crew morale."

"I see," Samara said, still confused. As she glanced around the room, something in the eyes of the people around her started to frighten her just a little. They seemed to be staring openly at her body, no shame as they gawked openly at her breasts and backside. "But I'm afraid I still don't understand. How would I be able to help with morale?"

Shepard glanced over to one of the humans against the wall, a bald-headed woman with tattoos running up and down her body. "Jack, why don't you help Samara here get ready for her new role on the Normandy?"

Jack grinned wickedly, the look on her face reminding Samara of Morinth. "With pleasure, Commander," she said, and extended a hand at Samara.

Samara gasped, as she felt herself being lifted in the air by the human's powerful biotics. Before she could even think about launching a counterattack, she felt cold metal against her neck, as the dark-skinned human male fastened a biotic-suppression collar around her neck.

"Your combat skills are substantial, Samara," Shepard said, smiling as he watched Samara struggle against the biotic stasis field she was being held in. "But it's your... other assets that we're interested in. Grunt?"

The krogan stepped forward, grabbed a handful of Samara's outfit, and gave it a rough yank. With a harsh tearing sound, most of Samara's clothes were ripped away, and after a few more tugs the krogan left her completely naked.

"Those assets, to be precise," Shepard said. "Starting right now, Samara, you are the Normandy's official whore. For the rest of our mission, you will pleasure me and my crew in whatever way we desire."

Samara stared angrily at Shepard. "You cannot be serious! I would never submit to such things!"

"But you already have. You swore an oath to me," Shepard said, a cocky grin on his face. "My wishes are your code, remember? And right now, I wish to see you get fucked by every last one of my crewmembers."

Staring around the room in horror, Samara watched as the assembled group of humans and aliens began casting aside their battle armor and clothing. Soon, they had all removed every last stitch of clothing, the hungry looks in their eyes now as naked and plain as their flesh.

All except the salarian, who walked forward with a syringe in his hand. Samara let out a hiss as he plunged the needle into her thigh. "There, should do the trick," Mordin said, Samara somehow knowing his name without it ever being mentioned before now. "Sexual enhancement drug, will amplify any physical stimulation by a factor of at least 2.583 times. If possible, have someone bring asari whore to my lab afterward. Would like to study effects of prolonged sexual activity in combination with drug personally."

"It might be a while, Mordin, but I'll see what I can do," Shepard said, as the salarian left the room.

"Shepard, mind if I have first crack at her?" Garrus said, Samara again knowing the name despite having no way of possibly possessing that knowledge. The turian sniper stroked the pulsing blue cock jutting out from between his crotch plates. "Those mercs did have me pinned down in that house for an awfully long time, after all."

Shepard gave Garrus a friendly grin, even as he worked at the fasteners of his uniform and joined the rest of the room in their nakedness. "Sorry, buddy, but you know me," he said, working a hand along his own cock as he eyed Samara's naked body. "I like to be the first to welcome any guest aboard the Normandy."

He gestured to Jack, who lowered her hand down. Samara felt herself lowering down with it, until she was placed on her feet, almost gently, at the head of the conference table in the center of the room. She felt a biotic shove against her back, and found herself bent over the table with her ass in the air.

Shepard wasted no time, positioning himself behind Samara and pressing the head of his cock against the folds of Samara's labia. Samara gasped at the press of his prick, Mordin's drug already working through her system and sending a pleasurable buzz through her system. When Shepard thrust forward, his cock sliding against Samara's sensitive inner walls, Samara let out a loud gasping moan that was part shock at the sudden penetration, and part unexpected arousal.

"Yeah, listen to that asari bitch squeal," Zaeed said, grinning and playing with his cock as he watched Shepard begin thrusting into Samara roughly. "Can't wait to have her put that big mouth of hers to work on my knob."

"Hey, why wait?" said Kelly Chambers, the red-headed yeoman crawling up onto the conference table and scooting until her naked twat was right in Samara's face. Grabbing Samara by the tendrils, the normally kind and friendly Kelly shoved Samara's face down into her twat. "After all, we humans may be good at a lot of things, but there isn't anybody that eats pussy better than a well-trained asari slut."

Never pausing in his thrusts into Samara's pussy, Shepard gave the round blue ass in front of him a hard swat. "You heard her, slut," Shepard said. "Your commander orders you to pleasure the crew," his tone was cold, as he delivered another slap to Samara's backside.

Samara couldn't believe she was cooperating with this. Her oath to Shepard should have been broken the second he laid an unbidden finger on her. And yet, she soon found herself sticking out her tongue and lapping at the pink, wet slit in front of her. Kelly let out ecstatic coos as she wiggled her hips in Samara's face, Samara moving her face around to keep her mouth and tongue aligned with Kelly's quickly dampening cunt.

"That's a good whore," Shepard said sneeringly, his hips pounding a steady rhythm against Samara's backside, while his hand continue to rain down open-handed blows against her sore asscheeks and his cock seeming to penetrate deeper and harder with each thrust. "What do you think, Kelly? You think our new crewmember here will help improve crew morale?"

"Mmm... absolutely, Commander," Kelly said, licking her lips and fondling her bare breast as Samara continued licking at her clit. "In... unh... in stressful circumstances like these, everybody could... oooh... use a little stress relief. And I can't think of a better way to work out tension than a nice round of sex with a well-trained asari slut like this one."

Samara heard movement behind her. "Unless our greedy commander hogs all the action for himself, that is," she heard Garrus say. "Come on, Shepard. Don't you humans have a saying about sharing and sharing alike? Besides, you wouldn't want to pop your heatsink right at the start of the battle, would you?"

"Guess you're right, Garrus," Shepard said, and Samara heard herself let out a disappointed moan as Shepard's cock slid out of her. "Have at it, buddy." No sooner had he pulled out, however, than Samara felt Garrus positioning himself behind her.

"Oh, no," Samara wanted to say, but her mouth was currently occupied with the task of sucking on Kelly's clit. So she didn't make a sound until Garrus's ridged turian prick forced her anus open and penetrated her rear passage. The sudden anal violation made her let out a loud cry. Pain mixed with pleasure, as Mordin's drug made the sensation of Garrus's cock rubbing against the many nerve endings in her ass feel like it would overwhelm her rational mind with the amazing stimulation. She felt the turian's talons grip onto her hips as Garrus began driving his cock deeper into Samara's ass, the turian even rougher than Shepard as he took his pleasure from the Normandy's newest crewmember.

"Oh... oh, boy..." Kelly moaned after several more minutes of Samara working her tongue against the human's slit. Samara could feel the warmth of Kelly's juices dripping down her face, as the yeoman cried out in ecstasy and leaned back on the table. Samara heard the surrounding crewmates let out cheers and clap, as Kelly gasped for breath and drug her sweaty body across the glass surface of the table. Samara took a deep breath, glad to be done with the frantic tongue action she had used to get Kelly off, only to find a new female crotch in front of her face.

Samara glanced up from her spot bent over on the table, to see Kasumi smiling down at her. "Well? It's not going to lick itself, sweetie," the lithe thief said, reaching down to rub at her clit with one hand while laying her other on the back of Samara's neck. Taking the hint, Samara stuck her tongue out again, the light tuft of black hair above Kasumi's pussy tickling her nose as Samara started working her tongue against the pretty human's glistening slit. All while Garrus's cock continued to thrust in and out of her ass.

After a few minutes, Kasumi spoke between gasps. "Come on, Garrus. Haven't you had enough? Why don't you let Jacob come over here, show us if all those crunches he does improves his technique any?"

Reluctantly, Garrus moved aside, and Jacob took his place behind Samara. Samara wasn't sure if it was the drug that Mordin had given her, or just the constant stimulation that was being forced onto her, but by now the mere sensation of a new cock penetrating her pussy was enough to send her into a violent, mind-bendingly intense climax. As Jacob started pounding away, Kasumi urged him on, sweetly telling him to "fuck that blue pussy with that big black cock" while she played with her tits. All while Samara continued to lap at the Asian thief's cunt.

Kasumi and Jacob eventually moved aside, and Samara soon found her ass being filled again. This time by a strap-on worn by the normally dignified and serene Miranda Lawson. As soon as Miranda started fucking Samara, Jack was quick to jump up on the table and plant her bare ass on the moist spot on the table where Kelly and Kasumi had previously cum. As Samara ate out the tattooed criminal, Jack vulgarly taunted Miranda. "Where'd they teach you to fuck like that, cheerleader, in the laboratory where your daddy grew you? Come on, fuck that little asari bitch like you fucking mean it!"

"I... suppose we can't all be... as experienced as... you are, Jack," Miranda shot back between thrusts into Samara's asshole. "Only hope that... our ship's new slut... unh... doesn't catch too many diseases... with her mouth down there."

The two continued sniping at each other all the while they were fucking Samara. At one point, the two traded places, Jack donning the strap-on while Miranda planted her perfectly-trimmed bush and the dripping cunt under it in front of Samara's face. They seemed to take as much pleasure in insulting each other as they did in breaking in their new slut, Jack delivering more hard slaps to Samara's already-sore backside as she pumped the strap-on into Samara's abused ass.

And from there, it just continued. By the time Zaeed announced that "I want to see every one of this bird's holes filled with cock" and called Grunt and Thane over, Samara had had her resistance to this perversion completely shattered. She moaned as Thane slid under her on the table and shoved his scaly green cock inside her cunt, licked her lips and opened her mouth wide as Zaeed stuck her cock down his throat. And when Grunt's massive krogan cock split her ass wide open, she only had time to let out one pained cry before the overwhelming pleasure of being penetrated in every last hole sent her into yet another mind-meltingly amazing orgasm.

She had been so overwhelmed by the non-stop gangbang she had been forced into, it was a while before she noticed, as Grunt, Thane, and Zaeed pulled away, that not one of them or any of the other males involved had cum. Goddess, they're going to prolong this as long as possible, she realized, as she looked around the room and saw all of the men still with raging hard-ons, stroking themselves to keep erect as they watched Samara get degraded. They intend to keep this twisted "welcome" going as long as they possibly can.

To her surprise, Samara realized that this prospect didn't horrify her as much as she would have thought.

Tali was next, the sweet and innocent quarian girl having donned a strap-on cock that interfaced with her suit. Cooing behind her face-concealing mask, Tali instructed Samara to roll over onto her back. Samara complied, hissing at the exquisite pain as her ass, sore from the many slaps it had been given, hit the edge of the conference room table. Once Tali was satisfied with Samara's position, she moved forward and grabbed Samara by the ankles. Resting Samara's legs on her shoulders, Tali aimed the fake cock between her legs at Samara's dripping, twitching snatch and penetrated her.

"Oh, Keelah," Tali exclaimed, her ample hips working back and forth as she fucked Samara. "It's like I can actually feel it. Like I'm actually fucking this worthless asari whore's cunt."

"Yes," Samara moaned, by now completely lost to the sensations. She wondered if the drug that Mordin had given her even mattered at this point, or if she was only now realizing her true nature. That she was a desperate, mewling slut, worth nothing to the crew of the Normandy except as a hole to fuck. "Fuck me," she gasped as Tali's strap-on buzzed and vibrated inside of her, the stimulation sending her off into yet another orgasm. "Never stop fucking me, please."

"You talk too much, slut," Shepard coldly said. Walking over to the table, Shepard spoke briefly to Tali, who nodded. The quarian, never pausing in her vigorous fucking, shifted to that Samara was closed to the side of the table. Once she had been repositioned, Shepard placed a hand on Samara's cheek and turned her face to the side, where Shepard's hard cock bobbed in front of her eyes.

Samara didn't hesitate. She eagerly opened her mouth and took the human commander's cock down her throat. As she bobbed her head on Shepard's length, she reached out to fondle and caress his dangling balls, stroking them lovingly as she worked her lips up and down his shaft.

Around her, Samara could hear the cheers and vulgar taunts of the rest of the crew slowly fade, to be replaced with other unmistakable sounds. Apparently the males had grown bored with just stroking their own cocks, and decided to put their unsatisfied erections to use on the warm and willing females in the room. Even though Samara could see nothing at the moment but Shepard's cock in front of her face, she felt like she could almost picture what was happening in the rest of the room: Kelly sandwiched between Thane and Grunt, the two aliens holding her aloft as they filled each of her holes. Kasumi on her knees in front of Zaeed and Garrus, working her lips on one of their cocks while vigorously stroking the other. And Miranda on her hands and knees with Jacob's cock down her throat, while Jack happily took her rival's ass from behind with a strap-on.

The air was filled with the moans and cries of unrestrained sexual desires. It was a sound that reminded Samara of something, a memory in her mind that seemed to elude her the more she tried to recall it. Vague images of travelling down an elevator... waking up in chains... something about her daughters...

No, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the cock between her lips, the cock fucking her, and the ones that replace them once the ones currently fucking her had had their fill. This was her life now. She was the Normandy's whore, and it was a role that she intended to put all of her energies towards fulfilling.

And it was in the middle of this raging orgy, that the door to the conference room suddenly opened. All heads turned in surprise, as the new arrival let out a loud gasp.

"Shepard!" Samara heard from behind her. Tali pulled out of her, and Samara sat up from the table and stood to see Liara T'Soni standing there. "What exactly is going on here?"

"Liara, listen," Shepard said, his cock flopping out of Samara's mouth and still standing erect in front of him as he walked over to the shocked Liara. "Listen, you know how..."

Liara interrupted her lover with a hand on his mouth. "Shepard, I can't believe... that you got started without me," she said slyly. Turning to Samara, she directed a bolt of biotic force at her, that sent her tumbling to her back onto the table. As Samara watched in surprise, the demure young maiden cast aside her clothing, crawled up onto the table, and turned around to plant her bare ass onto Samara's face. "Shepard, come over here and fuck this bitch for me," Liara said, pressing her bare slit down into Samara's face as she leaned forward and rubbed Samara's cunt. "I want to see your cock inside her right now."

As Samara started to lick, she felt Shepard's cock inside her again. Despite Liara's thighs pressing at the side of her head, Samara could still vaguely hear the sounds in the room: the rest of the crew finding new partners and resuming their carnal activities, while Liara kissed her human lover and Shepard pounded his cock into Samara's well-used cunt.

From there, the rotation began again, the crew of the Normandy taking turns again to fuck Samara a second time... a third time... all without any of the males cumming. She wondered how long their stamina would hold out, and part of her hoped that it would never end. That she would be a part of this non-stop orgy for the rest of her life.

But finally, it had to come to an end. "Alright, I think it's time, everybody," Samara could hear Shepard announce to the room. "Everybody gather around, let's give our new slut a proper christening!"

The pussy that Samara had been licking raised up and away, the cock fucking her pulled out. Samara wasn't even sure who she had been pleasuring at that point. It hardly mattered. Laying on the table, she gasped in exhaustion and stared at the ceiling, her body weak from the countless number of orgasms she had experienced. Blinking her eyes, she finally looked around to see that the men of the Normandy had gathered in a circle around the table. And on their knees in front of them, the women each had one of the men's cocks in their hands and were eagerly stroking them in Samara's direction.

"Give it to her, Jacob," Kasumi said, as she vigorously pumped at Jacob's thick black cock. "Spray that slut with all of your cum."

"Cum for me, Garrus," Tali said, working her gloved hand along Garrus's blue rigid length while her other hand played with the sensory strap-on at her hips. "I want to see your cum all over her."

"Come on, you old fuck," Jack taunted Zaeed as she stroked. "You managed to get that wrinkled cock of yours up, you gotta be able to spray a load all over that little asari bitch's face, right?"

"Oh... wow... the colors," Kelly said dreamily, her eyes looking dazed as she returned to licking the head of Thane's cock while pumping at the base of the green scaly prick.

Miranda said nothing, her mouth currently occupied hungrily suckling on one of Grunt's four dangling balls as she worked both of her hands along his thick shaft.

"Do it, Shepard," Liara said, working her fingers up and down the length of her human lover's cock as she smiled up at Shepard. "Shoot every last drop of your cum all over her."

And one by one, they all went. Staring up at the ceiling, Samara felt the warmth of the Normandy crew's cum spray all over her body. Her tits, her face, her crotch and her feet. As the men around her groaned and the women on their knees stroked, Samara soon found herself drenched in human, turian, drell, and krogan cum. Just when she thought the men had exhausted themselves, she feel another few drops splash against her skin.

Eventually, though, all of the cocks surrounding her had gone limp, and Samara lay panting on the table in a sticky mess. Her view of the ceiling was soon obstructed by Shepard's face, the commander of the Normandy looking down at her with a smug grin. "Did you enjoy that, Samara? I hope so, because from now until this mission is over, you'd better get used to getting fucked by us every single night."

"I..." Samara gasped. "I suppose I have no choice in the matter. But please, Shepard... just do one thing for me, and I'll stay as your... your ship's whore. I need to find my daughter. It's imperative that I track her down."

Shepard looked at her in confusion. "But Samara... didn't you know? Morinth's already here."

The door to the conference room slid open again. Looking up, Samara watched with mouth agape as Morinth casually strutted into the room. "Hello, Mother," Morinth said, glancing down at the cum-soaked Samara with a cocked brow. "You're looking quite well."

"I... I don't understand," Samara said, looking back to Shepard. But Shepard was no longer looking at Samara. Instead he, and everyone else in the room, was staring at Morinth with rapt attention.

"You did so well, my pets," Morinth said to the assembled Normandy crew. "Treating my slut of a mother exactly the way she deserves."

"Thank you, Mistress," the entire assembled Normandy crew said in response. "We live to serve you."

Samara felt a chill run through her. "Oh, no..."

"Oh, yes, Mother," Morinth said. "Me and my new followers here have a very important mission to complete. The Collectors aren't going to destroy themselves, after all. But while we're working on that... I'm going to make sure that all of them are working on you." She looked up at the crew of the Normandy. "Take her to the showers and get her cleaned up. After all, she's got a long night ahead of her." Morinth looked back at Samara and grinned. "And a lot more long nights after that."

* * *

And it went on like that, night after night. The crew of the Normandy fucking her in every possible combination. No sooner would one finish with her than she would be summoned to service another one. She would take her sleep when she could, only to be woken up by a summons to another part of the ship. All while Morinth supervised, watching in satisfaction as her mother was used and degraded by the entire crew.

Memories of her time on the Normandy flooded through her mind. By the time Morinth finally pulled away from her kiss, and Samara found herself back in her chains in the Ardat-Yakshi monastery, she had been shown months of rough sexual slavery, all in the span of a few seconds. When she finally came back to the present, it took her quite a while to remember how she had come to be here.

"It's done," Morinth said, releasing her hold on Rila and Falere's hands. "You finally remember, now. Don't you, Mother? What really happened during that mission with Shepard on the Normandy?"

Samara nodded. She did remember now. The months of being fucked by Shepard and his team. For some reason, she had blocked them out, she didn't remember why. All this time, she had told herself that she had fought alongside Shepard as one of his companions. That she had been seen as an equal by Shepard's team, and had parted with them feeling that she respected and admired them, and knew that they felt the same in return.

But that had been a lie. Morinth had shown her the truth. Showed her what had really happened on the Normandy, and the dirty whore that Samara had been for all of them. And Samara was... so grateful. Somehow, she saw Morinth in a different light now. All those centuries she had spent hunting her... why had she done that? Was it to kill her, or was it something else? Something she hadn't been willing to admit until now.

"Morinth, I..." Samara said, struggling to speak through the shock of having her memories altered... no, not altered. Restored, that's what it was. "I want you, Morinth."

Morinth smiled, and Samara felt as if her whole body tingled at the sight of it. Goddess, all that time she had spent on the Normandy, fucking every last one of the crew, and yet Morinth had never participated. Only watched and enjoyed as Samara had been degraded. Samara supposed it was her punishment, for spending so long treating Morinth like an animal to be hunted down. Why was it only now that Samara was realizing what a mistake she had made? How much she truly loved her daughter. Loved her... in ways that others might consider inappropriate and vile, but that Samara now knew was the most pure and wonderful love she could ever experience.

"You want me, Mother?" Morinth said. "What is it you want, Mother? Tell me what you want to do."

"I... want to serve you. I want to lick your cunt, Morinth," Samara said. "Please let me lick your cunt," she begged.

Morinth said nothing, simply turning around and walking a few steps away. Samara opened her mouth to beg again, but then Morinth grabbed a chair and set it facing Samara. As Samara watched in giddy anticipation, Morinth unbelted her pants and let them drop to the floor. Samara's eyes locked on her daughter's bare snatch, staring at it with undeniable hunger. As she watched, Morinth sat down on the chair, and slowly spread her legs.

"Well, mother... if you want it, I suppose you'll have to come and get it," Morinth said. Looking up at Rila and Falere, she gave them a short nod.

The chains around Samara's wrists sprang open, and Samara tumbled to her hands and knees on the floor. Once she had gotten over the surprise of her sudden freedom, Samara immediately began crawling in Morinth's direction. As she reached her daughter's spread legs, she almost dove right into Morinth's cunt. But instead, she glanced upward at Morinth. Her daughter... her lover... her master. She stared up, waiting for Morinth's command.

Morinth gave her a smile and a nod. "Eat my pussy, Mother," she softly commanded.

And Samara eagerly complied. The taste of Morinth's cunt on her tongue was the most wonderful taste she had every experienced in her hundreds of years. As she lapped and slurped on Morinth's pussy, she could feel tears running down her cheeks. Why am I crying? Samara asked herself, and for a second she caught a brief glimpse of herself as she once was. A powerful Justicar, with a code of honor and a mission of justice. The image made her... sad somehow, in a way she didn't quite understand.

But as she kept eating out Morinth, the image faded more and more. And Samara realized that the tears weren't those of sadness, but of happiness. She was so happy that Morinth had shown her the truth. Shown her that she was nothing more than a horny, dirty slut, good for nothing more than being fucked. Goddess, how long had she lived under the delusion that she deserved to be a Justicar? Deserved to be treated as anything more respectable than a cheap whore? No, this was where she belonged. Servicing her wonderful, beautiful daughter.

"Rila, Falere," Morinth said, as she lightly stroked Samara's fringe. "Get over here and show our mother how happy we are that she's... seen the truth."

Her wonderful, beautiful daughters. Morinth hadn't been the only daughter Samara had neglected, after all. She heard Rila and Falere approaching from behind, Falere taking Samara under the shoulder and prompting her to stand. As much as she hated to stop licking Morinth's cunt, Samara allowed herself to be moved aside. When she realized what Morinth's sisters had in mind, however, her disappointment quickly faded. Rila laid down on the spot where Samara had been kneeling before, and Samara saw that she had put on a strap-on while Samara had had her head between Morinth's legs. Samara settled herself back down, sinking down onto the strap-on and letting it push its way inside of her. Leaning forward, she returned her head between Morinth's legs, while Falere came in from behind and put her own strap-on between Samara's asscheeks. As Samara ate out Morinth, Rila and Falere penetrate both of their mother's holes, the two sisters fucking Samara in tandem as Samara lapped at Morinth's snatch.

It was all so wonderful. Samara loved her daughters so much. She loved being together with them, and loved being their personal whore. As she felt Morinth's juices spill out of her cunt and all over Samara's face and mouth, Samara felt the happiest she had ever felt in her life.

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Hours later, after eating out and getting fucked by all three of her daughters, Samara stood up from the sweaty, exhausted pile they had all fallen into after finishing their last bout of vigorous love-making. Samara smiled down at her three daughters, looking so peaceful as they lay together on the floor, naked and covered in sweat and each other's cum. It was such a beautiful sight.

But as much as she wanted to stay with her daughters, she had other matters to attend to. Other people she needed to see.

The door to the room opened as she walked towards it. Samara walked out in the hallway, naked and unashamed as she made her way through the monastery.

She passed several groups of asari, in pairs and larger groups, still happily sucking and fucking with each other even after days of doing little else. A few of them glanced up at Samara as she passed, some of them looking a bit surprised to see her out of captivity. But it was only a minor distraction, and they soon returned to their various partners, and the hot slits between their legs.

Samara scanned their faces, looking for a particular one. After several minutes of searching, surrounded by the moans and cries of horny asari, she finally found the object of her search.

Sitting on a bench, one of the former monastery guards on her hands and knees between her legs, Lelina D'Revi had her eyes closed and her head thrown back in pleasure. Samara's former prisoner was very obviously enjoying her freedom, and it wasn't until Samara was standing right next to her that Lelina finally noticed her presence.

There was a moment of panic on her face once Lelina opened her eyes and saw the face of her former pursuer there. But then Lelina glanced down, and saw that the once proud Justicar who had caught her now stood naked in front of her, and her expression turned slightly confused.

Crouching down on the floor, Samara put her mouth next to the head of the asari between Lelina's legs. She whispered something, and the former guard nodded and stood up, looking around the room and searching for a new partner.

And as Lelina watched in surprise, Samara took the guard's place between her legs. Looking up at Lelina, Samara smiled and said, "Thank you," before reaching to spread Lelina's pussy lips and begin licking the inside of her cunt.

As Samara worked between Lelina's legs, the rest of the room soon began to notice the new arrival. Samara could feel the presence of two other asari crouching at her sides, and soon heard whispers at either side.

"Welcome, Samara," Superintendent Jentha said, as she tugged on one of the weights still dangling from Samara's nipples.

"We're so glad you could join us," said Matriarch Gallae, as she reached back and began slowly pushing a vibrator into Samara's pussy.

As Samara heard Lelina moan and began to cum, she thought about all of the other asari in this monastery. And wondered how many of their cunts she would get to taste before the night was over.

The thought of it made her giddy in anticipation.
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