A Slave... Or A Pet

The door slid shot behind her, and lights blazed to life above her, so bright she almost had to squint from the glare. The room was probably only about twelve by twelve feet, stark white like the hallway outside. In addition to the door she had walked through, there was another door to her left. It was locked, and as Ashley stepped cautiously towards the center of the room, the door behind her glowed red as well.



In front of her was a large video monitor. As soon as Ashley reached the middle of the room, the display flared to life.

"Lieutenant Commander Ashley Williams," said the creature on the other end of the display. It was a massive beast, bigger than a krogan even, with eight sinister eyes and a set of massive horns. The beast was sitting at a desk, like some grotesque parody of a businessman, with its hands clasped in front of it. "What a pleasure to finally meet you in person."



"The Shadow Broker, I presume," Ashley said, trying her best to remain confident even as she began to understand how Shepard and Liara could have ended up being defeated, staring down this hulking monstrosity. "You know, I had imagined you would be ugly, but I never would have dreamed you'd look like something out of the Thessia wildlife preserve."



"Very amusing," the beast said, no hint of emotion in his voice. "Almost as amusing as your feeble attempts to locate me over the past month."



Ashley arched an eyebrow. "Really? We must have been getting close, if you went to all this trouble to take us captive."



"Close? No. But you and the turian have proven to be a troublesome hindrance to my operations. Your fumbling attempts to locate your friends led to the cripplings and deaths of several of my associates. Some of whom took considerable efforts to recruit and install in positions of influence. This is why I could no longer tolerate your interference in my affairs. I have brought you, your turian friend, and the rest of your team here, in order to teach you... obedience."



"Really?" Ashley snorted, crossing her arms and staring at the Shadow Broker with complete disdain. "Like you did to Miss Lawson back there? Don't know how you managed that one, but you're wrong if you think I'll be dominated like she was."



The Shadow Broker reached for a control panel on his desk. "Humans. So full of pride, and yet so easy to humble. Just like your friend, Commander Shepard."



He pushed a button, and the image on the screen changed. Ashley inhaled sharply as she saw the hideous sight on display.



It was Shepard and Liara. The two of them had been stripped naked, their bodies covered in welts and sores. Both of them were currently being held captive in some sort of transparent plastic boxes, large enough for them to stand in but with barely enough room to take a single step. The two of them stared around their surroundings frantically, their hands pressed against the hard clear plastic and their mouths opening as if they were calling out. But either the video feed had no audio, or the boxes were sound-tight, and Ashley heard nothing.



"A pity," the Shadow Broker's voice mused over the image. "I had offered Dr. T'Soni the chance to free herself and Shepard from my captivity. The freedom that only comes with death. But in the end, she was unable to fire the shot. I believe she will come to regret that decision."



"Let them go, damn you!" she yelled at the screen. "Take me if you want to, dammit! But just let them go!"



"Be quiet," the Shadow Broker commanded. "You are my possession now. My slave. And you would do well to remember that. It could save the lives of your friends." While he spoke, Ashley heard a quiet hissing sound, and water began to bubble out of the bottoms of Shepard and Liara's cells. As Ashley watched in horror, the water began to pool and fill the bottom of the boxes. It moved slowly, but steadily, and Shepard and Liara stared down in fear as the water level started to rise.



"I am still deciding what to do with the abundance of resources you have gifted me with the captured Normandy crew," the Shadow Broker said. "Some of them I may indoctrinate into service quickly, in order to entertain the first of my Ark Facility's guests. But yourself, Vakarian, and some others of my choosing... I will break slowly. It will please me to watch as your resistance is ground down, your bodies are violated, and you are gradually converted into my willing, eager slaves."



The water in the boxes had reached up to Shepard and Liara's ankles. Ashley bit back the curses in her throat.



To her left, the other door into the room unlocked, and it slid open to reveal two individuals waiting on the other side.

They were both dressed identically: long dark coats, which reached down to their ankles and covered their forms almost completely. Their hands were enshrouded in the depths of their long sleeves, and not a single inch of flesh could be seen on either of their bodies. On their heads, they wore what looked like old-fashioned, 20th century gas masks, which covered their entire faces and scalps, and obscured their eyes behind tinted lenses. Their forms were so concealed by what they wore, Ash wasn't entirely positive if they were men or women.



The two of them said nothing, simply drifted into the room and let the door shut and lock behind them. They approached Ashley quietly, side-by-side, and then split as they reached her. Their actions were so stiff and practiced, Ashley suspected briefly that they might be robots of some kind. One of them moved to stand in front of Ashley, while the other one took a place behind her. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. They simply stared at Ashley silently, while the water in Shepard and Liara's cells continued to rise.



"I'd like to introduce you to my slavemasters," the Shadow Broker said over the video screen, while the two mysterious figures continued to stand motionless. "They will be supervising your indoctrination, as well as that of your comrades. And they are going to give you your first lesson in obedience, as well as the penalties for insubordination. Your instructions are as follows: you will remove all of your clothing, and you will pleasure both of my slavemasters in any way they desire. Once they have both been satisfied and have given me the word, I will turn off the water and release Shepard and T'Soni. But if you do not work quickly enough... you will watch as your friends drown."



"I..." Ashley started to protest, but her eyes were locked on the video in front of her, visible around the black mask of the silent slavemaster in front of her. Up on the screen, the water was about halfway up Shepard and Liara's calves. Gritting her teeth in anger, Ashley began quickly undoing the fasteners of her uniform. Her shirt was removed first, and then she struggled with her boots, cursing as she watched the water level continue to slowly rise. Finally she freed her feet from the stubborn boots, and yanked off her pants along with them. As the two slavemasters watched her silently, standing at attention without a hint of movement, she yanked off her athletic bra and tossed it aside, quickly sliding her panties down her thighs and leaving herself stark naked and shivering. By the time she was finished, her teammates were knee-deep in the water, and they pounded on the walls of their cells futilely.



"Well, come on, you sick sons of bitches," Ashley snapped at the two silent watchers, standing between them confidently despite her nudity. Maybe these assholes were gonna rape her, but she wasn't going to give them the pleasure of seeing her humbled. "Take off your coats and let's get this over with."



The figure in front of Ashley didn't move for a second. Ash was about ready to yell at them again, when she saw a pair of female hands emerge from the long sleeves of the coat, and reach for the belt holding the long garment shut.



There was a rustle of cloth, and Ashley took a step back in shock as the figure suddenly whipped open the coat and dramatically tossed it away. Underneath the garment was a human woman's body. She wore an S&M harness - really little more than a series of straps that crisscrossed her body, but which left her breasts (huge implants, just like Miranda's) and most of the skin underneath completely exposed.



Other than a pair of knee-high boots and the mask still hiding her face, the slavemaster wore one other garment: an intimidating looking strap-on. From the looks of it, it was one of those neural interface models, the expensive jobs that felt just like a real cock to the wearer. (Their hunt for the Shadow Broker had taken them to some very unsavory places.)

Behind her, she could hear the other slavemaster throw off their coat as well. Before Ashley could turn to see what her other tormenter looked like under the coat, she felt a sharp impact against the inside of her right leg, just at the knee joint. She cried out in surprise as her legs buckled out from underneath her, and she fell hard to her knees on the cold metal floor. Before she could even register the pain, however, the slavemaster behind her laid a firm hand on her back, and forcefully pushed her forward. Ash ended up bent down on her hands and knees, and watched as the other slavemaster knelt in front of her, placing the strap-on directly in front of her face.



"Damn you, you sick bastard" Ashley cursed the Shadow Broker in her mind, while opening up her lips to allow the fake cock inside her mouth. Behind her, she could feel the other slavemaster rubbing a finger against her dry slit, stroking and prodding at her pussy. Ashley desperately wanted to shrink away from the unwelcome touch, but she had to put up with the humiliation. For Shepard's sake.



Closing her eyes, she pretended that she was back on Eden Prime. That one night she had gotten way too drunk, and taken one of the more attractive colonists back to her living quarters for a little bit of no-strings-attached fun. She rolled her tongue around the head of the artificial prick in her mouth, trying her best to ignore the strange taste of the fake cock as she worked desperately to pleasure the Shadow Broker's sadistic henchman.



Behind her, the other slavemaster's fingers had slid down against Ashley's clit, and began delicately rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She would have expected one of the Shadow Broker's minions to be rough and graceless at a task like this. But maddeningly, the man or woman behind her was doing a good job of knowing just where to touch to stimulate Ashley's baser urges. Even in this horrifying circumstance, Ashley shuddered as the unseen slavemaster played her like an instrument. Ashley realized with horror that her pussy was starting to moisten at the unknown individual's touch.



She tried to put it out of her mind, forcing herself to concentrate on sucking the artificial cock in front of her. Glancing around the nearly naked woman in front of her, Ashley could see that the water level was up to Shepard and Liara's waists now. Frantically, she began working her lips around the slavemaster's cock, bringing up one of her hands from the floor to jerk at the base of her tormentor's sensory strap-on.



Behind her, she could feel the other slavemaster run their hands through Ashley's moisture, sliding fingers inside of her pussy and rubbing her inner walls with a practiced touch. From the feel of it, and how long it went on, it almost seemed like they were trying to cover their entire hand with Ashley's juices. She didn't know what the other slavemaster was up to, but she wished that whatever it was that they were going to do to get themselves off, they would just get to it already. Her friends didn't have much time left.



Just as she had that thought, the hand withdrew from her crotch. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when she felt something tickling, then pressing between her asscheeks and against her puckered anus.



"Oh, no," she realized. "Lubrication. They were getting me wet for lubrication."



She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to ready herself for the incoming violation. But in the end, she could have never prepared enough, as the rear slavemaster started forcing their thick, slippery length straight into her rear passage.



"Nnnnngh!" Ashley winced, narrowly preventing herself from clamping her teeth down on the strap-on cock in her mouth. She felt whatever was being forced inside her – cock or another strap-on, Ash couldn't tell – slowly work its way deeper and deeper up her ass. Moving gradually, not forcing its way past her clenching sphincter muscles, but slowly making them relax, to allow the thick length to penetrate further and further.

Breathing rapidly to try and distract herself from the anal intrusion, Ash pulled away from the front slavemaster's crotch long enough to check on Shepard and Liara. The water had reached their necks now, and the two women were standing on their toes, trying to keep their heads above water for as long as possible. She got barely a glance before she felt the front slavemaster's hand grip her by the hair, and then painfully yank her back into position, forcing her to wrap her lips back around the saliva-covered strap-on.



The rear slavemaster had started sliding in and out of Ashley's ass. Not hard and rough, but slowly and agonizingly. Wanting Ash to get a chance to feel every single thrust, and no doubt delaying their climax in order to elongate the torture of Ashley and her friends. The fingers returned between Ashley's legs, rubbing teasingly against her damp slit and causing Ash to let out an involuntary moan around the fake cock in her mouth.



"Dammit, this is taking too long!" Ashley thought frantically to herself. She rubbed and jerked at the sensory strap-on in her mouth, while thrusting back against the rigid cock in her backside. "Have to make them cum. Shepard and Liara's lives are at stake!"



As she watched the water reach to the captives' chins, Ashley heard muffled moaning from the slavemaster in front of her. The woman shuddered in release, and the cock in Ashley's mouth was yanked away as the female slavemaster rose back to her feet.



But the one behind her was showing no signs of stopping. Desperately, Ash doubled her efforts to force the slavemaster's cock deep inside of her. Her mind reeling, searching for any way to bring this horrible person to climax, she began babbling vulgar nonsense. "That the best you can do?" she said tauntingly. "Come on, fuck me harder! You think I'm going to lick your boots and call you master if you can't fuck any better than that? Make me feel it!"



As the massive length plunged in and out of her faster, Ashley let out an overheated moan. "Oh, that's more like it!" she encouraged her rapist. "You gonna cum for me? My tight little ass gonna make you cum? Harder, baby. Harder!"



It was the kind of overblown, pathetic porn talk that would probably make a sick individual like this blow their load in seconds. But just as she was sure she had driven them to the edge of climax, and the fingers in her pussy were almost ready to force her into an orgasm herself, suddenly both the hand and the cock were pulled away.



"What?" Ashley said, the relief of having the huge cock out of her ass dampened by the fear of what this meant. She looked up at the video monitor to see that the water in the boxes had nearly reached the top. Shepard and Liara were pressing their faces to the ceilings of the cells, struggling for the last pocket of air.



Ashley stared at the front slavemaster in panic. "Tell him to shut it off!" she yelled frantically. "I did what he told me to do! Tell him I made you cum! He needs to turn off the water before they..."



As Shepard and Liara were completely submerged in the water, the monitor abruptly went black. "No!" Ashley screamed. "Goddamn you, you sick bastards! Let them go!" Her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at the silent slavemaster. "I swear to God I'll choke the life out of you, you pathetic whore! Tell the Broker to let them go, you filthy little..."



"Now, now, Ash," said a voice behind the mask. Reaching up, the woman undid straps behind her head, before pulling away the mask and dropping it to the floor, revealing the slavemaster's smiling, freckled face.



No. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be.



"Is that any way to talk to your commander?" Commander Anna Shepard said, idly rubbing at the strap-on jutting from her hips as she stared down with a casual grin.



Ashley stared at her, stunned to complete silence.



"Been a long time, Ash," Shepard casually said. "Like what you've done with the hair. Down like that? It really suits you." Leaning forward, she stared at Ashley's chest with a cocked eyebrow. "And your tits. Were they always that big?"

"That's not the only nice thing about her," said the muffled voice of the unseen slavemaster behind her. She came walking around Ash on spiked heels, and stood next to Shepard to reveal that she was wearing an identical outfit to the former commander of the Normandy.



Only this revealing outfit gave Ashley a good look at a very different body. Large breast implants just like Shepard's, but not a pale pink set of tits, but blue with a somewhat scaly surface.



Tossing away her mask, the second slavemaster brought up one of her hands, slick with Ashley's fluids, and stared Ash in the eyes as she took a long, drawn-out lick.



"Ash, has anyone ever told you that your cunt is delicious?" Liara asked her genially, licking her lips as she fixed Ashley with a hungry look.



"Here, let me have a taste," Shepard said, gently taking Liara's wrist and putting a glistening finger into her mouth. Liara let out an appreciative sigh as Shepard greedily sucked on her finger.



"But..." Ashley finally managed to say. "The water, the cells..."



Liara chuckled. "Wasn't that fun, Shepard? I wasn't sure why the master had us make that recording, put on all those fake scars and pretend like we were being drowned. But now it all makes sense."



Shepard slowly pulled Liara's finger out from between her lips and nodded. "Of course it does. The master always knows what's best for us." Smiling, she reached down to play with her enhanced breasts. "And he let us get these as a reward." She turned to Ashley with a grin. "You should see them, Ash. The master bought these little spider thingies from Illium. Turn them on, and they go right in and make you all nice and pretty."



Liara joined Shepard in studying Ash's chest. "Well, I imagine she probably will see them, eventually. I mean, those tits are nice and all, but with a little bit extra... ooh, I got a feeling she'll be a popular slave once the guests have arrived." She gave Shepard a conspiratorial grin. "We might even have a little competition for the master's cock once we're finished breaking her in."



"No, no," Ashley shook her head, wondering if this was some sort of trick. Realistic face masks, or clones or something insane like that. Anything would make more sense than what seemed to be happening in front of her eyes. "You're Commander Shepard. You're not anyone's slave."



"It's so adorable watching her squirm," Liara said to Shepard, leaning against her and wrapping her arms around Shepard's waist. "Reminds me of how I was back before I surrendered myself to the master. You remember that?"



Shepard brought up a hand to caress Liara's cheek, the tender gesture looking perverse with both of them standing in their S&M harnesses, strap-ons glistening with Ash's spit and pussy juices. "Of course I remember. You know, for a moment I was scared you were actually going to pick up that gun."



Liara shook her head. "In the end, the choice was so simple. I knew that no matter what happened, everything would be okay as long as we were together. And I was right. But I never would have imagined it would be this wonderful."



Ashley felt herself getting faint. The room seemed to be heating up around her, and the walls were spinning. "Can't be..." she muttered to herself. "Shepard, you couldn't..."



Shepard leaned forward to lay a tender kiss on Liara's lips. "I love you, Liara T'Soni."



"And I love you, Anna Shepard," Liara breathed. The last thing Ashley heard before he blacked out was Liara saying, "Now help our newest slave up to her feet. Wouldn't want her to miss meal time, would we?"