A Slave... Or A Pet

Eventually, Miranda awoke from her unconscious state. Saying nothing, she simply moved to the other side of the cell and curled up into a ball, hugging her legs to her chest and shivering.



Liara wanted to say something, but by the Goddess, what words could possibly make this situation any better? So they all sat in silence, Shepard still holding Liara close.



After an unknown period of time, the door slid open again. Each of them tensed, waiting to see what the hovering drone would say, which of them he would summon for more torture.



"All of you, please come with me," the drone said. "It is time for you to eat."



With all the nightmarish events that had happened recently, food had been the last thing on Liara's mind. But as the drone had said it, Liara realized that she was painfully hungry. The three of them stood up and shuffled after the info drone.



The hallways they walked through were familiar, and Liara saw the signs of the battle they had fought there. It had probably been less than 24 hours ago, but it seemed like a lifetime.



The drone led them into a small mess hall. Miranda and Shepard sat down across from each other at one table, and Liara moved to claim the seat next to Shepard.



"The Broker has instructed, Dr. T'Soni, that you are to eat separately from the other captives," the drone informed her.



"Why..." Liara started to say, before remembering that any questions would only endanger her friends. Moving to a separate table, Liara took a seat by herself. After a few minutes, one of the Broker's henchmen came in with a tray in each hand. One of them had two plates, which he set down in front of Miranda and Shepard. The other he tossed in front of Liara, before moving to lean against the wall next to Liara's table.



The food was tasteless mush, but just about anything would have tasted like the most expensive item on the Eternity Bar menu with how hungry she was. As she ate, however, Liara could feel the eyes of the man, the young human with the green mohawk, on her at all times.



It was almost completely silent in the room for a long time, the only sound forks clinking against plates. So Liara almost jolted out of her chair when the man against the wall finally said, "Can't fucking believe we ain't gonna get to fuck you."



Liara kept eating, her eyes fixed on her plate, trying her best not to react to the man's words. She fought the urge to freeze up as she heard him move away from the wall and walk around behind her. "Ain’t ever gotten to fuck an asari before," he muttered as he leaned down, Liara feeling his breath on her skin as he spoke. "Shit, boss doesn't have to know."



She gasped as she felt his rough hand clasp around her breast.



"Oh, yeah, that's nice," the mohawked human said. Liara gritted her teeth as his fingers found her nipple, stiff from the cold air on the ship, and began tugging and twisting. "How about it, babe? You want to have some fun with me? Bet I can make you beg for it, even without them giving you the..."



And just as suddenly as it was there, the man's hand came away. As did the rest of him as he was pulled into the air and then thrown against the wall.



For a second, Liara was terrified, thinking Shepard had finally had enough and pulled the molester away from her. But she glanced over at their table and saw her and Miranda simply sitting and watching. She only had time to be confused for a second more before the asari leader came charging into the room, reaching the human on the floor and yanking him up to his feet.



"Are all humans this fucking stupid, or are you one of the special ones?" the asari spat out at the man. "What were my orders, Bowers? What were my fucking orders??"



"N... not to touch the asari, Delaana," Bowers stammered, the formerly cocky human now looking afraid for his life.

Delaana tossed him to the floor. "Remember that, Bowers. Because if I catch you even laying a finger on her again, I'll take you into my bedroom and show you what it's like to merge with a real asari." Delaana's words brought back the memory of Miranda's agonized screams for Liara, and no doubt Bowers remembered the same, based on his shivers.



As she walked toward the door, she waved a dismissive hand toward Shepard and Miranda. "If you can't keep it in your pants, then play with the humans if you want. But the asari is off-limits."



Standing up off the floor, Bowers glowered, struggling to maintain his dignity after being manhandled by an asari half his size. After a few moments, he turned his leering eyes to the two dining humans.



"Hey, there, ladies," Bowers smirked as he leaned down at the table. "How are you liking your meals? Tasting good?"



When the two of them said nothing, Bowers pounded a fist on the table, causing the plates and the women to jump. "Answer me! How do you like the food?"



"It's good," Shepard quietly answered.



Miranda nodded. "It's very good, thank you," she put on her meekest tone, most likely hoping that playing along would end the encounter with Bowers more quickly.



"Hey, great," Bowers said, his tone turning pleasant again, like a twisted version of a waiter asking if you needed any more wine. "Glad you like it. The cook added a little something extra for you ladies. A little... spice that he thought you'd absolutely love. But that's just the appetizer. I've got the main course right here."



Reaching down, Bowers unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it until it was rigid. "We like to call it the Super Sausage Surprise." Turning to Shepard, he thrust his throbbing prick into her face. "Here, why don't you have a taste?"



With no other option, Shepard leaned forward and gave the head of Bowers's cock a lick. "Oh, you can do better than that," Bowers said, as he grabbed the back of Shepard's head and forced her mouth down on his cock. Liara could hear Shepard gag as Bowers thrust his manhood to the back of her throat. Looking over his shoulder at Liara, he gave her a wink. "That's the Super Sausage Surprise for ya. Just one taste, and you just gotta eat it alllllll up!"



After several minutes of forced facefucking, Bowers thrust one last time into Shepard's throat, holding Shepard down on his length. As she heard Shepard making gagging, choking sounds, Liara shook with anger, fighting the urge to use her biotics to smear this human all across the mess hall.



Finally, just as Shepard's eyes were starting to roll back in her head, Bowers pulled out. Shepard gasped for air, as Bowers watched her with a vicious smile.



"You gobbled that all up, huh?" Bowers said. "Looks like you really enjoyed it." Waving a hand toward Miranda, sitting frozen across from Shepard, he grinned. "Why don't you tell your dining companion here how much you loved the sausage?"



Shepard was still gasping for breath, and Bowers leaned down with narrowed eyes. "Did you hear me? Your friend is still hungry. Tell her what to order, now."



"I think..." Shepard coughed several times before she could speak again. "I think you should try the sausage, Miranda," she blandly recited. "It's very... tasty."



"Now that's a recommendation if ever I heard one," Bowers said, turning his saliva-coated dick towards Miranda. "Now then. Can I take your order please?"



Her expression pained, her eyes locked on the cock bobbing lewdly in front of her, Miranda forced out the words. "I'd like... like the sausage, please."



"An excellent choice, madam," Bowers enthused, before grabbing Miranda's head and shoving his cock as far down her throat as he was able. "Mmm, nothing makes me happier than a satisfied customer."



The brutal deepthroating went on for an agonizingly long time, Miranda struggling for breath in-between Bowers's cock blocking her air passage. Eventually, as Bowers started to signal the start of his climax, he pulled out of Miranda's mouth and started rapidly jerking his prick.



"And... now... the best part of any meal..." Bowers pointed the tip of his cock toward Miranda's plate and grunted, "Dessert, with plenty of icing on top!"

Bowers's cock jerked, and a thick strand of cum shot across what was left of Miranda's meal. After several spurts, Bowers aimed his prick at Shepard's plate and fired off the rest of his load across her half-eaten food.



"Oh, fuck," Bowers said, as he returned his limp cock to his pants. Looking from Shepard to Miranda, he frowned. "Ladies, what's wrong? You know, the cook hates it when he works hard on a meal and you don't clean your plates. Come on, now, eat up!"



Liara felt her stomach turn as Shepard and Miranda picked up their forks and started scooping up the tainted food on their plates. Shepard gagged a bit as the first bit of bland food mixed with sticky cum went down her throat, but she and Miranda obediently worked on eating the remaining food.



"I'd like the sausage, please," Liara suddenly blurted out.



The sound of her voice startled Bowers, who turned to face her with a nervous expression. "Uh... I'm afraid that item's no longer available."



Standing up, Liara moved toward Bowers. "Come on, please," she forced a seductive smile onto her face. "I've heard such good things about it from my friends. Sure I can't convince you to whip me up some of that amazing sausage..."



As Liara came closer, Bowers backed away, his eyes wide with fear. "Hey, get back in your chair!" he exclaimed, but the previous confidence in his voice was gone.



"Just one... little... bite..." Liara said, as she raised her hand up toward Bowers's face. "Please..."



With a frightened squeak, Bowers dodged away from Liara's hand and bolted out of the door.



Returning to her seat, Liara gave a light smile. It was a hollow victory in the end, but these days hollow victories were probably the best she could hope for.