A Slave... Or A Pet

Sometime later, Liara wasn't sure when, Glyph arrived at the open door. It gave the command to follow to the mess hall, and Liara numbly obeyed.



She wondered if Shepard and Miranda would be waiting for her there, dining on the green slop that had turned them into mindless sex slaves. But no one was in the mess hall when she arrived. Her plate of food was already at the table, and Liara sat down to quietly, numbly eat. The food tasted like cardboard in her mouth, but she finished it all. Glyph led her through the ship again, but they took a different path. Liara followed as they traversed the halls, at one point looking down to notice a long, smeared streak of dark purple on the floor under her feet.



And still... she felt nothing.

After a little while, Liara realized where their path was taking her. It was a route she, Shepard, and Miranda had taken weeks before. As they moved closer to what Liara was sure would be the final destination, she saw the mercs leaning against the walls, watching her as she was marched to her fate. Their eyes filled with lustful intent, no doubt already imagining what they'd do to her once they reached this mysterious facility.



Liara didn't care. Shepard was gone, she didn't know where. Miranda as well. "Test subjects," Delaana had told her. That's all they were to the Shadow Broker, nothing but guinea pigs. Had the Shadow Broker already disposed of them? Put bullets in their temples just as they had done to Delaana?



And again there was that numbness. That empty feeling where emotions once existed. Liara wondered if any of her mind would remain when the Broker started giving her his well-tested drug. Or would it all be replaced by the overwhelming urge to fuck, the irresistible desires that Liara had felt when she had melded with Shepard's mind?



It wasn't like she wanted it to happen. But with the way she felt now, she would have almost preferred becoming an insatiable sex slave, rather than carry around this emptiness for centuries to come.



Finally, they reached the door. Liara still remembered the first time she had stepped through this door. Having just discovered that Feron was alive, she had felt so confident. So sure that victory was just within their grasp.



How foolish she had been back then. And so many had paid for that foolishness. Feron, Shepard, Miranda, Delaana... whatever happened to her when she stepped through this door, Liara knew one thing, from the bottom of her heart.



She deserved it.



The door opened, and Liara stepped inside the Shadow Broker's office. The room inside was dark, the only light coming from the stars outside the windows. She noticed that the stars were not moving. They must have reached their destination already.



As she heard the door close behind her, a light snapped on above her, spotlighting her naked form in the midst of the blackness. "Greetings, Dr. T'Soni," said the deep, unmistakable voice of the Shadow Broker. It hadn't been since that day they had fought, and Shepard had placed Liara's life above her own freedom, that Liara had heard his voice in person. Back then, that deep, rumbling voice had unnerved her. Reminded her of the menacing tones of Sovereign.



"But Shepard defeated Sovereign," she had thought, "and compared to something so massive, what sort of threat could even a yahg present to someone like Shepard?"



Foolish. So foolish.



"It is interesting to see you now, so docile and subdued," the Broker said. "Such a different individual from the headstrong asari who invaded my home and believed herself superior enough to defeat me. I am certain that you have seen the error of your ways."



Liara said nothing. She knew that even if she spoke, it wouldn't matter. The Shadow Broker had defeated her, and she would allow him to revel in his triumph.



"But as much as I have enjoyed toying with you and your companions, I believe it is time to bring this game to its end. And I felt it was appropriate for it to finish here, in the room where you made the mistake of challenging me."



Two additional lights blazed to life, revealing a pair of small pedestals to either side of Liara. On top of each of them glowed a thick forcefield, the swirling red energy orbs obscuring whatever lied underneath.



"In front of you are two options," the Shadow Broker explained. "Two fates, if you will. In a moment, you will make a decision. And it will be the most important decision in your miserable existence. Not only for yourself, but for those you care about as well."



These words brought Liara out of her stupor, just for a moment. "Where are they?" she meekly asked. "Shepard and Miranda, what have you done with them?"



As if answering her question, one more light was triggered, this one over the shadowy form of the Broker.

The beast sat in the same chair he had been in when they had first entered his office. Only now, he had shed his giant suit, and sat completely naked, with no desk in the way of Liara seeing his full hideous, bloated form. He had affected a slouching posture, in order to thrust his hips past the edge of the chair and put his fully erect cock on display.



And on either side of his slimy, pulsating length were Shepard and Miranda. Both of them moaned wantonly as they ran their tongues up and down the massive veiny organ in front of them. Each of them used one hand to lovingly stroke at the Broker's cock, while the other worked busily between their legs, frantically pressing and stroking on their swollen clits.



Their tracking collars had been removed, replaced with simple leather bands around their necks. Thin chains ran from rings on the collars, up into the Shadow Broker's clenched fist.



Leashes. Leashes for the Shadow Broker's new, well-trained pets.



The Shadow Broker didn't say anything for a while, simply sitting back and letting his obedient slaves worship his cock with their hands and tongues. Liara wondered which he found more satisfying: his manhood getting a tongue bath by two human sex toys, or forcing Liara to watch it happen. Considering what Liara had been an audience to for the last month, she suspected it might be the latter.



"Your friends are... quite well, as you can see," the Shadow Broker intoned, reaching down with his free hand to pat Shepard's head. "And putting their talents to use most splendidly."



"Thank you, Master," Shepard pulled away from the Broker's cock long enough to say, before returning to her duties with renewed vigor. Her fingers, slick with her own arousal, began pumping in and out of her pussy as she continued lapping at the massive yahg cock in front of her.



The Broker spoke to Liara again, his casual tone striking a surreal contrast to the carnal activities taking place between his legs. "If you have not already reasoned this out, allow me to illuminate you: I have been administering a drug to your companions over the past month. A very potent concoction, designed to overwhelm the subject's mind with sexual desire. I've been working on it for some time, although it was not until you provided me with such pleasing test subjects that I was able to refine it to its current form."



Reaching to his side, the Broker retrieved a small remote control device. He hit a button with one of his massive fingers, and the forcefield on one of the pedestals dissipated. The deactivation revealed a small glass vial, filled with a sickly-green fluid.



"What my men have been adding to your companions' meals was a heavily-diluted version of the final formula. Designed to slowly warp the minds of your loved ones, and make you watch as it happened," the Shadow Broker explained. "The bottle in front of you, however, is the concentrated drug itself. If you choose to ingest this bottle, it will do to you in minutes what it took thirty days to do to your friends. You will become just like Commander Shepard and Miss Lawson: a slave to your body's desires. Once that is done, you and your friends will join me in the facility as my slaves. To service me, and those I command you to service, for as long as I desire."



Liara said nothing. Staring at the bottle in front of her, she remembered what she had felt when she'd melded with Shepard's mind. Remembered how she had struggled and fought against the overwhelming urges that began filling her body with each passing day, only to surrender to the chemically-induced pleasure. That experience had warped Shepard's mind so much, even over the course of a month. If the same thing happened to Liara in a mere fraction of that time, she doubted she would retain what little of her sanity was left.



"But as much as I would enjoy having you serve as my slave for the rest of my life, I do have the capacity to be merciful," the Shadow Broker intoned. "So I have decided to give you... another option."



He hit another button on the remote, and the other forcefield dimmed and vanished.



Revealing a Carnifex pistol.

"If you would prefer, you have the option of escaping from me in the only fashion you have remaining. And giving your friends the same release as well," the Broker said. "If you choose the pistol, you may use it in whatever manner you wish. Shoot yourself... or shoot your friends. Or do both, if you prefer. You may even choose to shoot at me, if you wish to go out fighting. Be aware, however, that the heatsink inside that pistol only has the capacity for three shots. And I'm sure you would agree that wasting those three shots on me would have little effect."



He was right. Even completely unprotected by armor, the yahg's thick skin would barely suffer a scratch from the weapon.



"You should also keep in mind that if you choose the pistol, and any of the three of you are still alive when you have finished shooting, the remaining survivors will be taken to the facility. So be sure to aim carefully. You will not get another chance."



Liara looked back and forth between her two options. Her two possible fates. She looked up at Shepard and Miranda, completely uninterested in the drama in front of them. Their sole focus was the cock of their master, and Liara had little doubt that she could pick up the pistol and put a bullet in each of their heads before they would even have time to react.



But could she do that? Did she really have it in her to shoot Shepard? To shoot herself? She pondered the decision for some time, blocking out the sounds of Shepard and Miranda eagerly slurping on the Shadow Broker's cock. Nodding her head, she made her choice.



The Shadow Broker watched her every movement as she stepped toward her final decision. No doubt he was eager to watch it happen, watch Liara show him how thoroughly he had beaten her. Reaching down, she wrapped her hands around the object, and slowly raised it from the pedestal.



"I'm sorry," she said out loud. To Shepard. To Feron. To her friends on the Normandy. To everyone in the galaxy who would suffer due to her. "It's all my fault."



Taking her chosen object with her, she walked over to Shepard. The foul smell of the Shadow Broker's bodily fluids made her pause for a moment, before continuing forward. Crouching down next to Shepard, Liara placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. The touch drew Shepard's attention away from the Broker's cock, and she looked at Shepard with lazy eyes.



"Hey, Liara," Shepard said with a smile. When she saw the look on Liara's face, she cocked her head in confusion. "Something wrong?"



"No," Liara said, smiling back at Shepard. In her mind, she went through the memories once more. The rescue at Therum. The night before Ilos. Every moment of love they had ever shared, all the happiness. She thought it might make what she was about to do harder but, surprisingly, it only made it seem easier.



"Nothing's wrong, Shepard," Liara said, stroking Shepard's cheek with one hand, while raising up her other in preparation. She'd have to do it quick, before she lost her nerve. "We're going to be together, Shepard. That's all that matters."



She closed her eyes, and made her choice.