A Slave... Or A Pet

"It seems that your perfect human genetics were insufficient to combat the power of the Shadow Broker," the red-skinned yahg coldly remarked, as he slowly forced his thick cock inside of a wincing Miranda.



They had been woken up from their restless slumber by the arrival of Glyph, who instructed Miranda to follow him to the Broker's office. When the vidsceen in the cell had turned on, their beastly captor was already naked, his erect cock twitching as if in anticipation. When Miranda had entered, he'd commanded her to sit on the edge of the desk. After she'd dutifully complied, the Broker had reached down to grab an ankle in each hand before aiming his prick at Miranda's opening.



"Oohhhhh!" Miranda moaned, as the giant column of flesh forced her open wider. Mouth gaping open, the Broker ran a slobbering tongue along her breasts, leaving a glimmering trail of saliva in its wake.



"Perhaps I should send a recording of this to the Illusive Man," the Broker mused, his cock now completely penetrating Miranda. "Show him where his prized lieutenant ended up after leaving his service. And a copy to Henry Lawson, as a display of how pathetic his supposed perfect genes were after all."



As the Broker began slowly pumping in and out of Miranda, Shepard pulled Liara's attention away from the spectacle on the screen. "Are you doing okay?"



A ridiculous question considering their circumstances, but Liara knew that Shepard was just trying to keep her mind off the grunting and growling being shown on the screen. "I'm fine," Liara said, finally, not sure how else to answer.



"What did they do to you?" Shepard asked, as she sidled in close to her lover. "When they took you away after eating yesterday, where did they take you?"



For a split second, Liara had to fight the instinct to lie. To tell Shepard about the horrible tortures she'd had to endure, just to make Shepard feel a little bit better about her own circumstances. But it would have been wrong.



So she told the truth, about Delaana and the talk they had had, the threats she had delivered.



"That's... that's all?" Shepard asked, and the tone of her voice was strange. Liara wasn't sure if she was relieved... or envious.



"She said..." Liara hesitated, worrying that telling Shepard the whole truth would be even worse. But she finally spoke. "She said that the Broker or his men weren't going to do anything to me. That the Broker would break me without lifting a finger."



Shepard laughed bitterly. "Probably just a lie. Trying to make you think he's going to be easy on you before unleashing the harshest punishment." Staring into Liara's eyes, Shepard clapped a hand on her shoulder. "No matter what happens, don't let them break you. Even if Miranda and I... if you stay strong, keep sane, then I'll have a reason to hold on to at least some of my sanity for when we get out of this."



"When we get out of this," Shepard had said. Even with how dire the situation was, it filled Liara with hope to see that determination return to Shepard. The day before, she had seemed so defeated, so ready to give in. But apparently a night's rest to recuperate from the horrors of the previous day had lit something in Shepard.



Maybe it was all a way of fooling themselves, but now, at this moment, Liara saw the Shepard she fell in love with again, and it made her heart soar.



But the moment was quickly spoiled by the roar of the Shadow Broker on the video screen. Pulling out his slimy cock, he gripped it in one of his powerful three-fingered hands and was soon spraying his yellow cum across Miranda's sweating naked body. Miranda shut her eyes and waited for the shower of fluids to be over, and by the time she opened them again, her entire body seemed to be coated with the foul ichor.



"Take her to be cleaned and return her to her cell," the Broker instructed Glyph as he began getting dressed. "I have important matters to attend to."



Miranda numbly hoisted herself off the desk and followed behind Glyph. Sometime later, she stepped into the room, soaking wet, and returned to sit on the far side of the cell.

The minutes turned into hours, the three of them sitting in silence. Shepard held Liara in her arms, gently stroking her shoulder, while Miranda said against the wall with her legs curled up against her, eyes staring vacantly into space.



With a buzz, the door slid open, and Glyph entered. "All of you, please come with me. It is time for you to eat," it said, in the same words and tone as the previous day.



"How many more times am I going to hear those words?" Liara thought to herself as she and the two human women followed behind the glowing globe. "How many more times before I don't even hear them through the madness in my mind?"



"No matter what happens," she heard Shepard in her head again, and it broke her out of her depression. She would be strong, for Shepard's sake.



Again, Liara was separated from the other two women in the mess hall. Fear filled Liara, as she prayed that Bowers would not be the one to serve them today. When Okoru, the dark-skinned human, walked in with two trays, Liara felt a little relieved.



Just like the previous time, Okoru laid down one tray with two plates in front of Shepard and Miranda, and placed the remaining tray in front of Liara. After he was finished serving, he took a seat at one of the other tables, his eyes darting back and forth between Liara and the human women.



"Are they afraid that we're going to try to kill ourselves with our forks?" she thought to herself, wondering why Delaana felt they needed a guard while they ate. Trying her best to ignore the watchful eye of the Broker's henchman, she ate slowly, trying to prolong this moment of peace as long as possible.



She was about halfway finished with her meal when the door slid open again, and Liara felt her blood run cold.



"Good afternoon, everybody," said Bowers as he stepped into the mess hall. Liara tried not to let the fear show on her face as he immediately locked eyes on her, stepping briskly across the room and pounding his fists down on her table as he leaned forward.



"That was a pretty good trick you pulled on me, asari bitch," Bowers said, a smile on his face despite his harsh words. "You like playing tricks? Like playing little games like that?"



When it was clear that the cruel human was expecting an answer, Liara meekly replied. "N... no."



"Sure you do," Bowers’ teeth were stained yellow, and Liara felt like she could see every last inch of them with how wide he was smiling. "Everybody loves a good joke now and again. So, just for you, I've got a little trick of my own to play later tonight. Not on you, of course."



Standing up, Bowers stomped over and grabbed Shepard by the hair. Shepard let out a sharp cry as Bowers shook her. His eyes remained locked on Liara as he continued. "No, not on you, but on your precious little girlfriend. Can't wait for you to see what I've got lined up for her. I just know you're gonna love it."



Dropping Shepard back to her chair, Bowers reached down and picked up her plate. "But for now, I think we need a little reminder around here. A reminder of who's the master... and who's the bitch."



Bowers dumped the plate upside down, the remaining portions of Shepard's food hitting the floor. "Oh, now look at the mess you've made!" Bowers scolded Shepard as he pointed down at the spilled food. "How about you clean that up like a good little bitch? Get down there and lick up every last crumb."



That far-off, dazed look was starting to return to Shepard's eyes, Liara noted in dismay. Slowly, as if in a trance, Shepard got down on the floor on her hands and knees. When Bowers decided she wasn't moving fast enough, he placed the heel of his boot against the back of Shepard's neck and shoved, pressing Shepard's face into the pile of mush on the floor.



"Go on then, little bitch," Bowers taunted her. "Lick it up for me." He released the pressure on Shepard's head, and Shepard obediently began running her tongue across the mound of spilled food.



"That's a good bitch," Bowers said, as he walked around behind the prone Shepard and began unzipping his pants. Looking over at Liara, he gave her that wide grin again. "And you know what every good bitch loves, don't you? A nice... fat... bone."

Kneeling behind Shepard, Bowers gripped her hips and began roughly thrusting. "Don't stop cleaning up that mess, now!" he ordered her, delivering a hard slap to her backside for emphasis. "Every last crumb, you hear me? Or the cook's going to be very upset."



Shepard tried her best to slurp up the remaining bits of food while Bowers’ cock slammed in and out of her. Behind her, Liara heard a chair being shoved away from a table. For one brief, insane moment, Liara thought that maybe Okoru was going to put a stop to this. But that dream died quickly, as the muscular man moved to stand behind Miranda with a leer on his face.



"You're not eating, love," Okoru said in a thick African accent. "Perhaps you need some assistance, yes? Stand up for me, my dear. Do not be afraid."



Slowly, Miranda rose to her feet. As soon as she was completely upright, Okoru grabbed her by the back of the head and roughly bent her forward, shoving her face into her plate.



"There you go," Okoru said, stroking her ass with one hand while he retrieved his cock from his pants with the other. "Fine looking woman like yourself shouldn't starve herself. Ain't no... aahhh..." he moaned as his cock entered her. "Ain't no situation can't be made a little bit easier once you've had a nice, nutritious meal. Trust me, love, I know."



Liara stared at her empty plate, waiting for the sounds of deep grunting and slurping of food to be finished. Eventually, Bowers and Okoru had spent themselves inside the women, and were zipping up their pants on the way out the door.



Shepard and Miranda returned to their seats without a word, food still clinging to their faces as they stared into space.