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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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They didn't bring the varren out again.
Not that the next few days were pleasant ones, of course. Liara was somewhat horrified at how their lives had started to fall into a despicable routine: they would wake, and the Shadow Broker would summon one of the two human women to pleasure him. After the chosen toy of the day was returned to their cell, they would wait together in fear. There would be no warning before one or more of the guards would open the door and select their chosen victims for the day. Sometimes they'd take them right there in the cell, other times lead them off to the empty room that had seemingly been set aside for that purpose.
But no matter what, the vidscreen in the cell assured that Liara would see every last minute of it.
Then they would be led to the mess hall for their one meal of the day. Liara supposed that the unidentifiable food they were being fed must have been some high-nutrient mix, else they would have been starving after a few days.
Not that she was hoping for more trips to the mess hall. Because, while there were some days when the guards were either too busy or just couldn't be bothered to come rape Shepard and Miranda in their cell, there was always some new horror awaiting them during their meal. There was a different guard every day stationed to watch them while they ate, and each of them had their own particular fetishes. Okoru pretended to be each woman's lover, whispering seductive words before roughly bending her over and taking her from behind. Yuri, the burnt-faced human, spilled Miranda's food across Shepard's body and made Miranda lick up every drop of the greenish concoction, while he kept Shepard's mouth busy around his cock. The turian – Solvitis, she'd heard one of the humans call him – simply instructed Shepard and Miranda to play with themselves, while he watched in approval.
And Bowers. He made them beg for it. Ordered them to ask him politely to rape them, and then quickly obliged, demanding they thank him afterward as well. And while most of the other guards just went about their business and left, Bowers would be constantly looking over at Liara as he fucked her fellow prisoners, making sure she was watching and yelling to get her attention if she wasn't.
A horrible routine, indeed. But one difference from the first few days of captivity: since she had given Delaana a lesson on classic poetry, Liara hadn't been called to her office since. "Too afraid to be embarrassed again, probably," Liara thought to herself as she was paraded back to her cell after two days with no summons.
And then the wait would begin again. They would all stare into space, Shepard holding onto Liara for comfort, waiting to see if there would be another evening visit from the guards before they drifted off to sleep.
After this pattern held for around six days, the seventh day they were directed to a new area of the ship after their meal.
"Stand here," said the human who waited for them inside what appeared to be a medical bay. Liara recognized him as the first human to rape Miranda on day one of their captivity. "In a line, just like that."
The human waited until all three were in position before walking up to Shepard. Snapping on a pair of rubber gloves, he began running his hands along Shepard's shivering naked body, carefully inspecting every inch of flesh. He muttered to himself as he worked, medical terms that Liara was unfamiliar with flowing out of his mouth. Directing Shepard to spread her legs, he retrieved a speculum and used it to pry open Shepard's labia.
"Yes, yes," the human kept muttering, clinically inspecting Shepard's insides. "No signs of trauma, good. Expected conditions of Bartholin's and Skene's glands, clitoris reacts to outside stimuli within safe parameters." The human medic babbled like a salarian as he inspected Shepard's vagina. Shepard stared straight ahead while the human's gloved fingers poked and prodded inside her, that far-away look in her eyes again.
Finally nodding as if satisfied, the medic stood and retrieved a small jar from a nearby shelf. "Open, please." Shepard obediently opened her mouth, and the medic took a cotton swab from the jar and ran it around inside Shepard's mouth. The cotton thoroughly saturated with saliva, the medic retrieved the swab and put into a small beaker of chemical solution. Whatever reaction he saw caused him to nod and smile. "Great, you're in fine health," he said, putting on his best bedside manner like he wasn't one of the Broker's rapist minions.
The medic walked away to a medicine cabinet, and returned with a bottle of pills. "Hand out," the medic instructed, and Shepard complied. A single pill shook out of the bottle onto her palm. Shepard stared down at it for a moment.
"Take it, please," the medic said, and sighed when Shepard hesitated. "Unless you're looking forward to the idea of bearing one of these men's children, that is. Then by all means, don't take it."
That sent the pill flying into Shepard's mouth, Shepard swallowing it without water.
Finished with Shepard, the medic moved on to Miranda. He conducted the same thorough examination on her, but whatever results he was getting didn't seem to make him as happy. His babbling reached a dizzying speed, as he activated his omnitool while he worked, apparently recording notes for himself as he observed Miranda's body and insides. The cotton swab test brought an especially concerned look to his face, and he quickly snapped off a series of five and six syllable words into his omnitool recorder.
Picking up the pill bottle, the medic was about to ask Miranda to extend her hand, when Miranda shook her head. "It's not necessary," she coolly stated.
The medic was ready to launch into another spiel, when he caught the look in Miranda's eyes and seemed to understand. Shrugging, he turned away from Miranda without a word and stepped over to Liara. Liara took a deep breath, ready to be touched and prodded by this man.
"Any pains or illnesses I should know about?" the medic asked her.
Liara shook her head.
"Alright, then, we're done here," the medic said, motioning them towards the door. "Back to your cell, please."
Liara was confused, but obediently followed Shepard and Miranda out of the medbay.
As they neared the cell, a guard moved in front of Liara. She looked up in horror to see Bowers glowering down at her.
For a moment, he just stared at her menacingly, seeming to enjoy her fear. Finally, Bowers turned around to the human prisoners. "Back to your cell," he ordered. Turning back to Liara, his expression was severe as he said simply, "She wants to see you."
* * *
Liara felt a chill as she stepped into Delaana's office for the first time in days. Her eyes immediately gravitated to the desk, but the asari was not there. Instead, her back was to Liara as she studied the books on her shelf. Stepping carefully, as if making a sudden noise would cause the asari merc leader to attack her, Liara sat down in the seat opposite Delaana's desk.
She sat in silence for several minutes, Delaana saying nothing either. An old-fashioned clock on Delaana's desk ticked away, as Liara waited for whatever was to come.
"You were right."
Liara's eyes snapped up as Delaana finally spoke. The asari turned to face her with a sour expression.
"About that poem," Delaana said, her voice low and drained of emotion. "You were right."
Liara didn't respond. Delaana eventually moved to sit at her desk, leaning back in her chair with her eyes fixed on Liara.
"Her name was Lanora," Delaana said. "The woman that Nessenia loved, and lost. I never knew that... almost all of her poems were about Lanora. Falling in love with her, arguing with her. Even 300 years after Lanora left her... Nessenia's last poems were still all about how much she loved her."
Delaana didn't say anything after that for a while. Until she finally let out a barking laugh that made Liara flinch. "Goddess, how pathetic," Delaana's tone was harsh. "Can't believe I used to look up to that mopey bitch. All those years and still hung up on one woman?" She shot a smirk at Liara. "Well, anyway, thanks for making me realize I was wasting my time."
Liara just looked back at her, not sure what reaction Delaana wanted.
"So, don't suppose there are any other asari poets you know about that aren't writing about pussy they lost, huh?" Delaana asked. "Ones that actually wrote about battles and that sort of thing?"
Furrowing her brow, Liara struggled to remember any of the poets she read for her arts electives during college. "I... uh... Celenius, I believe she wrote pieces on many of the wars of the last few centuries."
Delaana nodded. "Yes, I've read some of her stuff. So, those were actually about wars, right? Not about some bitch that dumped her, huh?"
Liara struggled to keep from laughing at Delaana's ignorance as she answered. "Yes, they were about wars. Celenius would talk to wounded participants of each battle and use their descriptions of the battles for inspiration."
"Ha, why talk to the losers who got injured?" Delaana opined. "You want real battle poetry, talk to the winners, I say. But still, I guess her stuff's okay. So, anyone else?"
"Anyone else what?"
"Any other poets who wrote about interesting stuff? Wars or fighting or exploring the stars?"
For the next half-hour, Liara racked her brain about the poets she could remember. She had never been a huge reader of poetry, but she was able to call to mind several names she had read. Each one was answered with recognition by Delaana; she may not have understood poetry all that much, but she must have read a lot of it. After every name, Delaana would ask about what their poems were really about, and Liara would describe them to the best of her ability.
And while Liara kept talking, in her mind gears were turning. "This woman is lonely," she finally realized as Delaana enthused about yet another poet she'd read. "Makes sense, I suppose; don't imagine a lot of mercs want to discuss the fine arts. You need to use this, Liara. Make her think the two of you are friends, and it might get her to relax her guard, give you an opportunity to figure out a way to escape. Or at the very least, maybe if you get in Delaana's good graces, she'll curb Bowers and the rest of her scum a little."
So Liara tried her best to act relaxed. Even forced a smile once or twice when Delaana would make a terrible, off-color joke. Before she'd even realized it, the clock on Delaana's desk indicated that 90 minutes had passed since she'd entered the office.
"Well, damn, you really know your stuff," Delaana said after Liara finished her layman's analysis of another poet's work. "If I'd had you around to pick your brain years ago, I might not have wasted my time on all this mushy crap." Glancing at the clock, Delaana frowned. "But you'd best be getting back to your cell now, I suppose."
Liara stood, keeping her eyes to the floor deferentially. Had to keep Delaana thinking she was a whipped slave, with no thoughts of resistance or escape.
As she started to turn, Delaana called out. "Before you leave..." she hesitated for a moment, before reaching into a desk drawer and pulling out a datapad. "Here, take this. It's the latest compendium from the Poetry Society of Thessia. Maybe you can go through and pick out some of the better ones for me, keep me from wasting time on shit like the lost Lanora."
Liara stared down at the datapad being extended towards her, unable to keep the confusion off her face. "You want me to read that?"
A hard frown came to Delaana's face. "Or, you know, I could remove your girlfriend's fucking head from her shoulders, if that's what you'd prefer." Quickly, Liara snatched the datapad from the merc's hand, and Delaana's smile returned. "There, was that so hard? Read it tonight, I'm gonna call you back tomorrow and we can go over the best ones, okay?"
Liara nodded, the whole experience reminding her of some twisted homework assignment.
"You can go now," Delaana said, looking down at her desk terminal. As Liara turned to go, Delaana stopped her again.
"Just wanted to ask... 'The Fields of Eternity,'" Delaana said. "The one from Nessenia's twelfth collection. Was that..." Delaana hesitated, looking uncomfortable. "Was that actually about fields? Or was it just her whining about her lost lover some more?"
"Both, actually," Liara responded. "Nessenia met Lenora on the colony of Verdenis. They would visit there every couple of years afterward, and even after Lenora had left her, Nessenia would still go there regularly and wander the grass fields. They even say that's where she died, although that could just be an old legend."
Delaana stared into space. "'Where the green stretches ever onward, forward into eternity's joy,'" she quoted, and then quickly let out a laugh. "Yeah, more sentimental bullshit, I figured. Anyway, get back to your cell, already."
Liara turned and walked out the door, leaving the asari mercenary alone with her new understanding of asari verse.
* * *
Bowers's shift on guard duty had apparently ended during Liara's long conversation with Delaana, as it was the turian Solvitis that was waiting outside of the office when Liara exited. She waited for him to start walking, and followed obediently behind, the datapad of poetry hanging limply in her hand.
When they reached the cell door, Liara waited for Solvitis to open it. But instead, Liara felt the guard tug the datapad out of her grasp.
"Now, what's this?" Solvitis remarked as his talons tapped against the surface of the pad. "Poetry? She gave you poetry?" The turian chuckled as he rapidly pressed buttons on the datapad.
"Yes, she did," Liara firmly stated. "And unless you want to piss her off, you'd better give me that back right now."
The turian scoffed. "Yeah, whatever," he said, but shoved the datapad back into Liara's grasp after a few more seconds of fiddling with it. "Just make sure to read every last word of that pretty little poetry, now. Won't understand the true meaning of it all otherwise." Laughing, he opened the door and waited until Liara had entered before locking the door behind her.
"What happened?" Shepard said, as Liara sat down at the wall beside her. "You were gone for so long, I was worried that..."
"She just talked to me," Liara said, staring down at the datapad in her hands. "About... poetry."
Shepard said nothing to this, but both of them looked over as Miranda quietly muttered. "Poetry." Looking up from the floor, she repeated the word, her voice emotionless and dead. "Poetry. You spent hours talking about poetry."
"Yes, it was..." Liara started to say.
"No, wait just a second," Miranda said, her voice raising slightly. "Let me tell you what we've been up to while you were off discussing poetry. I want to really paint a picture for you here."
Shepard leaned towards Miranda, raising a hand. "Miranda, this isn't..."
"What's that, Shepard?" Miranda snapped at Shepard, her voice now getting loud and somewhat frantic. "This isn't the time, is that what you were going to say? Because I think it's the best time. In fact, I'm having trouble deciding where to begin. I mean, it all started with two of them coming in here and forcing us to suck their cocks, but at this point, hey, what else is new?" Her voice trembling, Miranda's eyes started to glisten. "So maybe we should fast-forward to the part where they turned around and made us eat out their assholes. Oh, and speaking of assholes, that's where their cocks ended up after that. Should I keep going?"
"Miranda, stop," Shepard calmly stated, but Miranda ignored her.
"Why don't you show her, Shepard?" Miranda said. Partially standing, she turned to show her ass to Liara. Liara gasped as she saw the dark red splotchy patch contrasted against Miranda's pale white skin. "Show that asari lover of yours where they spanked your ass until you screamed loud enough to satisfy them, huh? Show her what those fuckers were up to while she was off having a nice discussion about poetry, huh?"
"Miranda!" Shepard said, leaning forward to grab Miranda by the shoulders. Liara didn't want to look, but her eyes naturally gravitated downward. True to Miranda's word, Shepard's ass was just as red and abused as hers.
"No, I'm fucking sick of this!" Miranda said in-between sobs. "I'm sick of fucking pretending like we're not all in this because of her! And while these sick fucks use us like their personal fucktoys, she's off having a friendly chat with the bitch that's in charge of all this! In the last few days I've been raped more times than I've been made love to in my entire life." Tears now streamed down Miranda's face. "And the worst part of it all is that it's all starting to..."
"Stop!" Liara cried out. "I know, I know, it's my fault! And if I could, I'd have them do it all to me! Everything they're doing to both of you, I'd have them do it to me instead if I could, but I can't, okay? I can't, I can't, and I'm so sorry! It should be me suffering, it should be..."
She felt Shepard's arms wrap around her, her cheek against hers. "It's okay, Liara. Nobody's blaming you. We'll make it through this. We've just got to survive for as long as we can."
"Survive until what?" Miranda asked, her voice still quavering. "Until we don't feel it anymore? Until we wa..."
"Stop it!" Shepard firmly said. "That's enough. Let's just keep quiet for a while and calm down. We won't accomplish anything screaming at each other."
Miranda sank back down against the wall, wincing as her abused ass hit the cold steel floor. She still looked angry and panicked, but she remained silent.
For a while, nobody did anything. Then, tentatively, Liara raised the datapad Delaana had given her. "She..." Liara hesitantly announced. "She told me to read all of them before tomorrow. I'm afraid that if I don't, she'll..."
Eyes narrowed, Miranda turned away from Liara and Shepard. "Go ahead and read," Shepard said to Liara. "I'll talk to Miranda."
Liara nodded, and Shepard moved to Miranda's side, leaning in close to whisper encouragement into her ear. Struggling to put the stressful incident behind her, Liara pulled up the poetry compendium and read.
They were all fairly good, but Liara skimmed to look for and bookmark poems about battles, fights, and other adventurous topics she thought Delaana might enjoy. After getting halfway finished, Liara looked up to see that Miranda and Shepard had both dozed off. She sighed, thoughts of the horrible dreams they must have been having making her melancholy all over again.
"Have to finish," Liara said to herself, and she quickly made her way through the rest of the poems. Reaching the last line of the last poem, she pressed the down arrow one more time.
And immediately clapped a hand over her mouth.
"DO NOT REACT, DR. T'SONI. THEY'RE WATCHING." had been manually typed at the end of the poetry text file.
Liara scrolled down again, to find four more words had been entered into the file.
"WE'RE GETTING YOU OUT."
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