Perfect Blue

by PtotheB

Summary:

Liara broke the number one rule when knowing Aria. She is captured on Illium and taken to Omega, where she is forced into some pretty sordid shit. Pretty grim, definitely a bad ending.

Notes:

So this is the most fucked up thing I've written, you have been warned. Dunno though, it was alright. Apologies for any mistakes regarding spelling, grammar, etc. Please enjoy!

Oh yeah, and Shep can be a guy or a dick girl I guess, I'll let you decide personally.

Orange rays burst through the window of Liara T’Soni’s office as Tasale, the local star around which the garden world of Illium orbited, set slowly beyond the horizon.

 

The office itself was small, but commanded an excellent view of a trading floor and the city expanding beyond; a respectable setup for a low-level information broker. 

 

Liara stood before the window, pale blue skin illuminated by the bright rays of the setting sun. Her eyes, a more vivid shade of blue scanned rapidly across a data pad whilst she simultaneously spoke into the orange omnitool hologram projecting from her wrist. 

 

“Well do you know what exactly they're doing on Tuchanka?” She asked into the omnitool, tapping her foot impatiently. 

 

“I'm afraid not.” A casual voice replied through the device. Human, male. “Want me to get closer? Going into the Krogan DMZ will cost ya more.” 

 

Muting the device, Liara exhaled deeply, clenching her fist. “Yes, please. I can pay.” She replied calmly after unmuting the call.

 

The sound of crunching came from the other end. “Alright.” And the call ended.

 

Liara pinched the bridge of her nose, touching her freckle-like facial markings, and shaking her head. So many unprofessional people in this ‘industry’. 

 

Shepard, the first human spectre, and the first person that Liara had ever loved and lost, was alive again, thanks partly to her own costly involvement. It had been an unrequited love, but still Liara continued to care, keeping tabs on the reborn Shepard's movements and actions.

 

Currently, they were apparently on the godforsaken Krogan homeworld of Tuchanka for some reason. Perhaps to see Wrex? 

 

It was late, and Liara was tired. She would figure this out tomorrow. 

Picking up her satchel bag, she slipped in the data pad that had been occupying her attention, alongside a few others lying around, before stepping out of the office and beginning the journey back to her apartment. 

 

–

 

Bray waited patiently within the luxurious housing unit belonging to the Asari information broker. His squad was posted up in various spots around the apartment, ready to spring the ambush upon the owner's arrival. 

 

Getting inside the apartment had been difficult without giving away any signs of their entry, but Aria had provided the best: an untraceable omnihack device created by an apparent Quarian genius. When used by their own skilled hacker, they had slipped into the apartment without tripping any of the dozens of security systems. Pressure panels had been reset, detectors on the doors reactivated, and cameras looped. When the owner returned, the system would be running completely normally. 

 

Bray hoped that she would return soon, as his muscles were beginning to cramp from holding the same position for an hour.

 

As if on cue, activity sounded from the door. It slid open, and a blue figure wearing a long, form-fitting white dress swept inside. Per the plan, the door slammed shut immediately behind her and the locks activated.

 

Liara threw up a barrier on instinct, diving into a roll to escape the electrical dart fired at her previous position. A handful of bullets slammed against her biotics barrier, and she quickly scanned the room, tallying her assailants. Six, at least. 

 

She couldn't win that fight. Glancing toward the large windows, she threw out an arm to shatter them with her powers, only to be knocked off kilter by an explosive drone detonating nearby and throwing her back. 

Quickly righting herself, she lobbed a singularity in the direction of the closest attacker bearing down on her, yanking them helplessly into the air. 

 

With a dive, she swiped their dropped submachine gun and squeezed the trigger, breaking through the shield and perforating their body with a dozen shots, leaving swirls of dark blood to float around within the pull of the singularity.

 

There was a shout, and she was rocked again as more bullets hit her barrier from multiple directions. She staggered, her powers waning beneath the barrage. Multiple figures were approaching from each direction now, and she quickly glanced to the windows again. Maybe! She dived once again, rolling, almost! But irony was a cruel mistress that day. 

 

Her singularity failed, and a spinning stream of blood splattered across the floor half a second before her foot touched down. She slipped with a yelp and was soon careening across the floor. Her face hit the window with a heavy thud, and she collapsed to the floor, dropping the gun.

 

She turned quickly, rolling onto her back, when something sharp hit her on the breast. She glanced down to see a small yellow dart before a powerful surge of electricity bolted through her, drawing a long scream from her twitching form.

 

“Fucking bitch.” Bray lifted off his helmet and spat at the barely conscious body before him, staring down with contempt through his four eyes. “Hit her with another one.” He nodded to a Salarian appearing beside him.

 

Liara writhed uncontrollably beneath the second burst of electricity, quickly separated from her consciousness. 

 

“Alright, cuff her.” Bray moved across the room to where the singularity had tossed his dead teammate, now unceremoniously bent across a couch.

 

There was a feminine giggle from where his team were restraining their captive. “She's pissed herself.”

 

Donning his helmet once more, Bray shook his head. “Set the bomb, let's get the fuck out of here before any cops show up.”

 

–

 

Darkness.

 

Only darkness filled Liara’s vision when she opened her eyes. 

 

She panicked, looking left and right, up and down. Nothing. Her breath came in rapid pants as her heart began to race. Where am I? Where am I!? 

 

Her arms and legs were both fastened tightly to the cold chair she occupied. When she tried to move, she could only grunt with exertion as she struggled to break the hold.

 

“That won't help.” A male voice spoke from somewhere, no, from everywhere. “You've been wrapped up nice and tight.” He continued. “It won't be too long though, just relax.”

 

“Who–who are you!?” Liara called out, trying and failing to keep the ever-rising panic from her voice. She liked to consider herself brave, especially after working with Shepard, but being kidnapped, completely at the mercy of hostile ‘others’, was a wholly different concept to combat. “Who are you!?”

 

Silence, for what felt like an eternity to Liara in her current mental state. She could hear the hum of ship engines. They've taken me off-world!? 

 

“You fucked with someone you shouldn't have.” The voice finally added.

 

“Please!” She almost screamed. “I can pay you!” 

 

A female voice spoke now, more aggressive than the man, “No chance bitch, you're on a one-way trip to hell.” The voice ended with laughter. 

 

No more voices came, and Liara desperately fought to free herself, but to no avail. 

 

–

 

She didn't know how long it had been when the familiar sounds of ship docking woke Liara, but it couldn't have been more than half a day, given she hadn't hydrated or needed the bathroom. Her mouth and throat were desperately dry, however.

 

There was much clanking and clunking as the ship docked, until it fell relatively silent, save for the gentle thrum of the life support systems at work. 

 

It turned out that she was in a very small room, fastened to a heavy chair which itself was bolted securely to the floor in multiple places.

 

Light flooded the tiny room when the door opened, and Liara found herself staring into the four eyes of a Batarian.

 

“Hope you slept well.” Bray chuckled, his eyes trailing down her form.

 

Liara followed his gaze, quickly discovering that she was naked; her svelte form fully on display. Her eyes widened, and she looked back up to the Batarian.

 

Holding out a hand to silence her before she even began, he said, “Don't worry. Your clothes were dirty is all.” It was the same voice from earlier.

 

“Where am I?” Liara whimpered, glancing beyond him into the corridor of the seemingly old ship.

 

“Omega.” He grunted in response.

 

She was unchained by another Batarian and a sneering Asari, and dragged naked through the small ship.

 

“Put this on her.” Bray said, handing a mask to the Asari, who grinned and quickly slipped the black mask over Liara’s head, effectively blinding her.

 

Hands directed her with pushes from behind and pulls on her elbows. Twice she stumbled but was grabbed before she could fall. 

 

There was a ramp, and they were descending, and then she could hear laughter and jeering, people hurling insults or indecent proposals at her. They're marching me naked in public! Her legs were like jelly beneath her, and she began to tear up inside the mask.

 

She heard doors move and felt changes in temperature and humidity. Soon, the sound of a thumping bass line was all she could hear, and she could feel it reverberating through the floor. No…The revelation came to her suddenly, hitting her like a mass accelerated canon. Afterlife. Aria. She tried to kick and fight against her captors, but it was useless, only earning her a closed fist to the stomach. 

 

They were climbing stairs now, and soon enough she was pushed forward alone, where a familiar, feminine voice spoke. 

 

“Well, well. What do we have here?” 

 

Liara felt a hand at the top of the mask, and it was torn away from her, blinding her temporarily with the aggressively flashing strobes of the club. She struggled to focus her vision, shaking her head.

 

“Thank you, Bray.” The familiar voice said again.

 

“Aria.” Liara started before she could even see the woman, “Whatever you think–”

 

“Ah ah!” Aria interrupted her. “You weren't just about to imply it's me choosing to be upset by your actions, were you?” She tutted loudly. “I thought better of you, Dr. T’Soni.” 

 

Exhaling deeply, Liara attempted to calm herself. Vision finally returned too, and she found herself standing in a booth overlooking the Afterlife club. Aria sat before her, one leg crossed over the other. A Batarian stood on either side, armed, and a gaggle of girls sat silently, watching with interest. 

“Aria.” Liara said again. “I can only apologise for offending you, but we have worked together before. Can we not fix this?” 

 

Light illuminated Aria’s purple skin as she slowly shook her head. “You want it to be one way, but it's the other.” She sighed wearily. “I'm afraid not, Dr. T’Soni.” 

Aria stood, beginning to walk slowly towards Liara. “This is about face, you see. And I can't have it be known that I let things slide.” Her gloved fingers reached out and touched Liara’s cheek, causing the young Asari to flinch away. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news…” Aria laughed, then spoke again, “What am I saying? I love bearing bad news.” Her fingers trailed down Liara’s neck and danced gently across her collarbone.

 

Shaking her head desperately, Liara attempted to retreat but was held firmly in place by a powerful biotic field. She also suddenly remembered that she was naked when gloved fingers danced across her breasts and touched her little purple nipples. “Please, Aria.” She begged, shuddering slightly at the touch. “Aren't you friends with Shepard?” 

 

“Friends?” Aria chuckled, and the rest of her goons joined in. “I wouldn't go that far.” She squeezed one of Liara’s perky breasts until the blue Asari cried out in pain. “So, the bad news...” Aria took a step back and looked at the captive girl, pouting mockingly. “You're going to die here.” She nodded, and everything went dark in a burst of pain.

 

–

 

Aria entered her quarters some hours later, tired from a hard day of getting rich and destroying rivals. She sighed as she slipped off her jacket, tossing it over the first piece of furniture available, before unfastening the first few clasps of her jacket and pulling it open. A soft whimper caught her ear, and her weapon was drawn and biotics ready before she had even fully turned to face the sound.

 

“Ah, right.” She said wryly, holstering her gun. “I'd forgotten about you.” 

 

In the corner of the room, suspended in the air by mass effect fields, was a young, naked Asari, with a black, full head mask covering her face. 

 

Aria moved over and tore the mask off, tossing it away. “I hope the girls were gentle when they cleaned you up.”

 

Liara hung limply in the fields, her big blue eyes staring into Aria's. “Please don't kill me.” She said softly, barely more than a whisper.

 

“Oh you sweet thing.” Aria gently stroked the girl's face. “You broke the one cardinal rule.” She pulled her hand away and then slapped her hard across the cheek, causing Liara to cry out. “Anyway, you won't die yet, that would be a waste of a pretty going thing like you.” 

 

“No!” Liara shook her head, the implication obvious. “Please no!” 

 

Laughing, Aria walked away and began to remove further articles of her clothing, revealing more and more of her purple body. “You cost me money, Dr. T’Soni.” She tossed her top aside and began to unbuckle her pants. “First, you're going to make that back for me, then you'll die.” 

An unpleasant grin began to spread across her face. “Tell you what. Since you're so young and stupid, I'll give you a break.” She crossed the room wearing only a thong now, and pushed a button, releasing the mass effect fields keeping Liara floating. 

 

Liara crashed to the floor with a pained cry before quickly pulling herself onto her knees.

 

Aria pointed to the door, not ten steps away from Liara. “You make it to that exit, you can leave.” 

 

With a flash of her hand, Liara sent a potted plant flying towards Aria, hoping to catch her off guard. Her muscles ached from the confinement, but she sprang to the side, leaping for the door. Something heavy slammed into her side, sending her sprawling over the back of an armchair. 

She pulled herself up again and threw a singularity across the room. She went to move once more, but was suddenly floating in weightlessness. 

Caught in a much more powerful bioitc attack, she could do nothing but be pulled towards the orb of darkness swirling close by.

 

“Nice try.” The near-naked Aria said, one hand keeping Liara's singularity at bay, whilst the other channelled her own. “You know, a few hundred years more and you may have had a chance.” She waved her hand forward, and Liara was yanked towards her with a yelp. “You really are a pretty thing.” She purred, inspecting the suspended girl as she walked around her. “Sometimes I wish I had a cock.” Her fingers touched Liara’s outer thigh, then squeezed her supple ass, drawing a shocked whimper from her. 

 

“Please!” Liara begged again, utterly hopeless and helpless as she was pulled across the room towards Aria's sleeping area. 

 

“Don't worry.” Pulling her arm back as if cocking it, Aria then quickly launched the limb forward, throwing Liara onto her large and spacious bed. “I'll show you how it's done.” 

Aria advanced on Liara before she could react, diving onto the bed and pinning the younger Asari beneath her. “You make me cum a few times.” She growled, leaning closer to Liara, her naked breasts hanging beneath. “And maybe I won't sell you to the Blood Pack.” Aria moved even closer and forcefully pressed her lips to Liara’s before speaking again. “You don't want the rest of your life to be Vorcha and Krogans.” 

 

Tears began to flow from Liara's eyes, trailing her dark makeup down her light blue skin as she began to sob loudly. 

 

“Mmm.” Aria chuckled. “Now that's a sound I never tire of.” She spat on her fingers before pressing them to Liara’s dry cunt. “Cry all you like, stupid little girl, nobody will save you!” 

 

Liara wailed and writhed as fingers pried apart her azure and pushed into her. She hissed and tried to escape, but a new biotic field kept her in check. “Stop! Stop, please!” She cried again and again.

 

“I'm sure!” Aria was laughing loudly. “I'm sure the Blood Pack will love you!” Her fingers played around inside of Liara for a minute. She quickly found the girl’s erogenous zone and rubbed along it, causing her to tremble and twitch. “I doubt they'll touch you here.” Aria added, rapidly pressing her digits to Liara's most sensitive spot. She could feel her becoming wetter and wetter around her fingers, until they easily slid in and out.

 

Still sobbing, an occasional whimper of pleasure would force itself out from Liara’s mouth as she was assaulted by the much older woman. “Stop~~stop Aria!” 

 

“That's it, you stupid slut.” Aria kissed her again and again. “Keep moaning for me, cum for your killer.” 

 

Liara parted her lips again to moan, and Aria capitalised, locking them together and pressing her tongue into Liara's mouth. It was all too much. Everything was happening, and it was sending her into an overload. I'm going to die. She had been kidnapped and dragged halfway across the galaxy, knocked unconscious twice. She was already being assaulted by one of the most powerful crime bosses in the galaxy, and would likely be raped again later, yet still, there was a pleasure building within her, a pleasure unlike anything she had experienced before. It was building and building within her core, drawing soft whimpers and moans from her, until all at once the pleasure peaked and she achieved her first orgasm.

 

“Yeah, that's it.” Aria licked a line up the side of her face and squeezed a soft breast with her spare hand.

 

Liara’s mouth hung open as a long, broken cry burst from her. Her body writhed and wracked in powerful spasms, and she felt liquid squirt from her azure, much to Aria's amusement. Held as she was in the biotic field, she could only twitch helplessly, as though she had been struck with a taser again. Her first climax dragged on and on, with Aria not giving her a moment to rest, and soon enough it happened again, her voice cracking and muscles contracting powerfully once more, squirting her cum across Aria's arm and bed.

 

“Stupid slut.” Aria withdrew her fingers slowly from the small blue pussy, taking a moment to touch a prominent clit. “You pissed all over my bed.” She wiped her soaking digits on Liara's flat belly then kissed her again. “Nice cunt you have here though. Shame what the Krogan will do to it.” 

 

“No…” Liara whimpered pathetically, still battling the aftershocks of her orgasm.

 

Jumping up from the bed, Aria quickly stripped out of her thong and stood nude before Liara. Even at her highly advanced age, her body was still tight and youthful. She strutted back to the bed, climbing into it and moving toward Liara. 

She pushed the other Asari down into the bed and swung one leg over her torso, straddling her. “You're gonna be a good girl and eat my pussy. Or it's the Blood Pack for you.” Without waiting for a response, she moved forward and sat on Liara's face.

 

Liara didn't know what to do. Her experience with anything sexual was this: right now, she didn't even masturbate. Of course, she knew that oral sex existed; that various species enjoyed having others use their mouths on their genitals, but she had no idea regarding techniques or skills. She decided, as Aria’s purple pussy descended on her face, that she would focus on the visible clitoris, the nerve centre, as she remembered from her school sex education decades ago. 

Weight settled on her, and she darted out her tongue, touching the small but notable bud experimentally. 

 

“Put some effort into it!” 

 

Opening her mouth, the young information broker began to lick and suck, earning a pleased sigh from above. She locked her lips around the clit, pressing her tongue against it and then licking again, pulling away with a suck and then drawing a long line with her tongue along the length of Aria's pussy and ending at the tip.

 

“Yeah. That's it.” The Queen of Omega ground her hips against the girl beneath her. “Looks like you might be a natural. Maybe you're not such a–ah~a stupid slut after all.” She twitched and laughed to herself, pressing herself harder and harder into the face below.

 

Liara ate, working her mouth with as much gusto as she could manage. She tongued Aria’s clit, or sucked with it nestled between her lips, or pushed her tongue into the hole slowly leaking onto Liara’s chin.

 

“You may be inexperienced,” Aria moaned throatily, her hips now riding Liara's face in well-practised forward and back motions. “But if you suck a cock with half as much vigour as you eat a pussy then the boys are gonna love you.” Her fingers now pressed against the crest folding back from Liara’s scalp and along the top of her skull, using her hold on it to push the girl deeper. “Ah~~that’s it. I'm gonna cum!” Aria announced loudly, and was then twitching on Liara's face, basking in the waves of pleasure sweeping through her. She came down from the orgasm quickly, pulling herself away from the pale blue girl and climbing from the bed.

She stared at Liara from the side, at her cheeks still rounded from her young age, at her beautiful eyes, confused and sad. She looked at her chest rising and falling rapidly and could almost feel her heart slamming against it in a rapid tattoo.

“Mmm, I love girls like you.” She said, reaching a hand down to stroke Liara’s soft face. “Young and headstrong, so sure of themselves. You all think the galaxy is your oyster, that you can do anything. Yet here you are.” Her fingers gripped Liara's face tightly now, turning her so that they could look into one another's eyes. “Do you know how many girls your age I've thrown to the dogs? Do you know how many I have working for me right now? Selling their little blue cunts because they owe me.” She began to laugh now, an evil glint in her eye. “Most of those will leave, though, after they've paid. You, on the other hand, will die here.” 

 

As she lay on Aria’s bed, staring into the eyes of the woman vowing to kill her, her mind raced more and more, and her heart thundered against her ribcage. There was a knot in her stomach that was rapidly rising. “I'm going to be sick.” 

 

Aria stepped away and laughed as the girl wretched and vomited. “You'll learn T’Soni. You'll learn…”

 

–

 

Liara stood alone in the centre of the bare room, her legs close to one another and her arms hanging loosely at her side. Naturally, she had attempted to use her biotics already, but to no avail. Something was stopping them. 

She had been bathed and fed since being in Aria's apartment and had quickly been bundled away to this location afterwards. Once again she had been masked, and once again she had no idea where she was.

 

The door to the room opened, and the click clack of high heels entered the room, followed by a heavy pair of armoured boots, and finally a lighter pair. 

 

“Mmmm…” A woman mused loudly, presumably the owner of the heels. “Aria has sent me something pretty today.” 

 

The heeled footsteps approached, and Liara jumped with surprise when a hand immediately touched a bare breast. 

 

“Lovely.” 

 

There was a hand at the mask, and it was quickly torn away. Liara was starting face-to-face with a beautiful Asari Matriarch, if her motherly curves were anything to go by. Behind her stood an armed and armoured Batarian, and on the other side an unarmed Vorcha.

 

The Matriarch spoke in a well-refined voice with a haughty air to it. “I am Madame L’Roak, and as of now, your owner.” 

 

Liara’s eyes trailed to the floor, and her lip trembled. “My owner…” she repeated quietly.

 

“That's right,” L’Roak said. She wore a long, flowing dress, as many Asari Matriarchs did, showing a heavy amount of cleavage. “You are now my property, little girl.” The Matriarch smiled, begging to walk a circle around Liara. “My but you are a beautiful specimen.”

 

Flushing deeply, Liara wiped a tear away from her cheek. The utter humiliation of it all was almost too much to bear. They would strip her of all dignity before killing her, it seemed. Her gaze caught on the Vorcha standing by the door. 

 

A truly disgusting creature, the Vorcha stared at her through its sunken red eyes. 

Its lipless maw of sharklike teeth turned upwards at the corners, smiling. 

 

“Sheek, darling. If you will?” The madame said as she appeared back before Liara, satisfied with her inspection.

 

The Vorcha named Sheek inspected a panel at the wall, pressing a few buttons here and there. 

 

A gentle thrum and rumbling sounded, before the bare room began to transform, as well-hidden panels moved and slid around as a bedroom formed, furniture and all. 

 

“Darling, I must ask,” L’Roak said, tipping Liara to face her with a wave of her hand. “What are your sexual experiences? Well, girl, tell me.” 

 

Liara said nothing for a long moment before quietly whispering. “I don't have any…” 

 

“Ah!” The curvy Matriarch smiled and clapped, turning to face the Vorcha. “You hear that, darling? A virgin Asari.” 

 

“Yessss!” The Vorcha hissed excitedly. 

 

L’Roak turned back to Liara and smiled warmly. “You've made my boy so happy. Go on, darling.” She took a step to the side and sat back into a chair that had emerged from a wall.

 

Glancing at the approaching creature, then back to the madame, Liara stumbled away. “What is this!?”

 

“This is a brothel, girl.” L’Roak relaxed back into the supple seating, smiling at the look of fear on the young Asari. “And my darling Sheek tests all the new girls.”

 

“Tests!?” Liara cried out, her voice cracking. She looked back at the Vorcha only a meter away.

 

Sheek leapt at the girl, pushing her hard back into the bed that had slid into position behind her. The Vorcha followed quickly, catching a desperately kicking leg and crawling up her body with a laughing hiss. “Soft!” He tittered. “So soft!” One of his hands clawed roughly at Liara's tits, pinching the nipples hard until she cried out in pain. 

 

“Get off me!” Liara screamed, kicking and writhing beneath him. She swung a punch at the side of his naturally armoured, chitinous head, hurting nothing but her own hand and wrist in the process.

 

“Pretty voice!” Sheek screeched as his other hands went to his pants, quickly pulling out an unpleasant looking penis; ridged, hard and throbbing with a tapered head, which itself was constantly slowly oozing a viscous white liquid, and decorated with soft spines running along the entire length of the shaft below the tapered glans. 

 

Swinging her fist again and again, bucking and writhing beneath him, Liara screamed; her eyes wide with fear as she saw the appendage between Sheek’s thighs. “Please let me go!” 

 

“Go on Sheek, darling, give her a good fucking.” Madame L’Roak said, comfortably seated to the side as if watching a show in the theatre.

 

Sheek easily spread her pale blue thighs and knelt between them, lining his disgusting cock up against Liara’s pristine, virginal pussy. He held her firmly by the hips before pushing forward, penetrating her with a loud hiss in one swift motion.

 

Her whole body tensed rigid beneath him as pain bolted through her, her eyes squeezing shut and teeth gritting together. She was in no way, shape, or form prepared for this penetration, and her dry insides cried out in pain. “Ahh!” She grunted loudly. “No!” 

 

“Pussy good!” Sheek chittered happily as he pushed more of his length into Liara, one hand at her tits, the other holding her hip. 

 

Liara sobbed in a single, broken sound. How can this be happening to me? She thought, pinned beneath the Vorcha, its razor-sharp mouth leering down at her in a perpetual grin.

 

Laughing softly from the side, Madame L’Roak cooed gently towards Sheek. “Does she feel nice, darling?”

 

“Yessss!”

 

“Does it feel good to break in an Asari?” 

 

“Yessss!” Sheek was withdrawing now and preparing to begin thrusting in earnest. His cock, constantly dribbling lubrication made it easier to move now; her clenching tunnel slickened. “Yeeessss!” He shrieked again, pushing his hips back against her.

 

Liara grunted beneath each forceful thrust into her. Whenever his hips clashed against her she was pushed up the bed, before being pulled back down by his grasping hands. She tried to turn her head, to look away, but each time her face was forced back by a small biotic push from the madame. 

 

“Watch, girl,” L’Roak spoke firmly from beside her. “Etch this moment into your mind forever. Remember this man who claimed you first.” The madame had opened her own dress to reveal part of her shapely form, and slipped a pair of fingers inside, slowly drawing circles around her clit. “Remember his face. Remember the feel of his cock. Remember the scent of his musk.” 

 

Tears streaked from Liara's bleary and raw eyes, tracing lines down her soft, beautiful skin and dripping into the bed beneath. Her head was being held firm now by the Vorcha’s clawed hand, and his menacing red eyes stared down into hers.

 

The madame, moaning softly from her gentle masturbation, continued speaking in her motherly tone. “I’m unaware of how much you know about the Vorcha, but they have it horribly rough. Their homeworld is overpopulated and dying, and they are treated like scum everywhere they go.” She squealed happily as her fingers made her twitch and writhe. “To make my own amends for that, I took my darling Sheek in after he had a falling out with his gang. He's been here for years now, you see.” She moaned loudly again, in time with Sheek, who was now rapidly pistoning into Liara’s cunt. “I feel as though giving him the pleasures of a good life is the least I could do, for the wrongs that the Galaxy has visited upon his people.” 

 

Sheek's hips were a speedy blur of movement, sliding his cock in and out of Liara in quick but deep thrusts, drawing hoarse pants from the Vorcha. 

 

Liara grunted and sobbed. The pain had been replaced with a dull throb at this point, due to the copious lubrication everflowing from the Vorcha's unpleasant member. She now shed tears for herself, for her life lost, for what she has rapidly been reduced to throughout the last day; a sex slave beneath Aria T’Loak and her allies.

Liara lay there, taking the hard fucking from the Vorcha defiling her from above, crying until her tired throat became too raw to continue, yet still the Vorcha was not finished.

 

To the side, Madame L’Roak was still pleasuring herself and offering words of encouragement to her adoptive creature. She recommended that he change positions, and so he flipped Liara and took her like a Varren would, mounting her from behind. “Oh darling, that looks so good!” She gasped, moaning beneath her own fingers. “I can see how deep you're pounding into her so clearly now!” 

 

“Deeeep!” Sheek huffed and puffed, saliva dripping onto Liara's back.

 

“Cum whenever you like darling.” The madame added, “I bet you want to fill her up, hmm?” 

 

Liara shuddered at the thought. Miserably being pushed forward and back on her hands and knees, silently taking the rough fucking, save for the occasional grunt ripped from her. She knew that any ejaculations inside of their birthing tunnel meant little to Asari; they were unlike other species, which required insemination, but the thought of a creature like this flooding her with its sperm was just another mark on her battered dignity. 

 

The Vorcha began to laugh, his hips snapping into Liara in a rapidly failing rhythm, until with a high-pitched screech, he pressed himself fully into the poor Asari. He came inside Liara in a series of powerful pulsations of his cock, digging his fingers deep into her hips as he twitched behind her, hissing out pleased sounds.

 

Madame L’Roak seemed to join Sheek in orgasm; moaning loudly and writhing beneath her own hand, her curvaceous body jiggling with each spasm that wracked her.

 

Liara, sobbing still, could bear this degeneracy, this indignity no longer, and tried desperately to crawl away. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her sensitive pussy as she moved. “Ahhh!” She screamed out, halting immediately. 

 

“Stupid girl!” The madame laughed, despite still being in the throes of her climax. “Do you not-ohhh~~” She moaned and tensed, her large breasts shaking. “Do you not know Vorcha anatomy?” L’Roak made a tutting sound as she came down from her orgasm slowly, sighing happily before continuing her education. “The spines along a Vorcha's penis become aroused during climax, essentially locking the male within the female. Withdrawing whilst they are in that state would cause extreme damage to the vagina.” She said very matter-of-factly, lifting herself from the chair and casually closing the distance between herself and the two joined together on the bed. “This ensures that not a drop of sperm is wasted, helping to secure the formation of a viable zygote and pregnancy.” L’Roak wiped her wet fingers, wet from her masturbation across Liara's shoulder and pouted. “It's so sad. To think of my darling's sperm swimming around in your uterus, with nothing to fertilise.” 

 

Sheek himself was still happily chittering behind Liara, unconcerned with what the madame said and apparently still basking in the sensation of Liara's hot pussy wrapped tightly around him.

 

L’Roak walked around the bed further, adding her weight beside Sheek and kissing him on the side of his face. “You did so well darling.” She cooed softly, stroking his chitinous skin. “That makes it two hundred and three.”

 

“Thank you!!!” Sheek hissed, looking up and raising both arms as if in a prayer. His cock remained lodged within Liara, the spines lining his hard member still testing against her inner walls.

 

“Do you hear that, whore?” L’Roak called down to Liara from behind her, before slapping a hand across her slave's toned backside. “That makes you the two hundred and third Asari virgin to please my darling.”

 

Liara whimpered pitifully, shaking her head. The fact that this had been just another Tuesday to them, something so soul-crushing serving as nothing but another tally on a board. “Disgusting.” She whispered.

 

“What was that?” 

 

“I said you're disgusting!” Liara glared back at them over her shoulder, tears still in her eyes. 

 

Sheek laughed in a hyena-like cadence, “Pretty girl, pretty girl!” He shrieked, his cock finally starting to soften. “Sheek fuck pretty girl!” His semi-hard cock slipped free from her hole with a pop, and not a single drop of his cum followed. As told by L’Roak, it was all packed deeply inside of her, aimlessly searching for an egg to fertilise. 

 

Much to Liara's dismay, and the Madame's pleasure, Sheek quickly flipped Liara onto her back and shoved himself back into her, hissing and screeching as he began the mating process again.

 

“Ohh my my.” L’Roak mused in a deep voice laced with lust. “It isn't often a whore makes my darling go twice.” She sat beside Liara on the bed now, watching her reactions as the young Asari was taken against her will, giggling at the pained expressions. “You must have quite the cunt.” 

 

Liara endured the rape. Grunting with each thrust, staring into the ceiling as best she could, trying not to catch the red eyes of the Vorcha, or the dark blue of the Asari, both watching her from above.

 

With another happy chitter, Sheek once more buried his length within the new slave, locking them together for another long handful of minutes as his seed pumped into her. 

 

–

 

“Welcome to ‘Perfect Blue’!” Madame L’Roak said happily, guiding a stumbling Liara out of the room some thirty minutes later, after Sheek had taken her for an unprecedented third round. The Vorcha was gone now, but the armed Batarian remained. 

 

Liara was immediately assaulted by the sounds of sex. She could hear moaning and screams of pleasure, voices of passion and lust from all around.

 

They were walking along a well-lit, straight corridor. To the left and right, she could see into rooms identical in size to where she had just been, but different in design. 

 

What truly drew attention to each of the rooms, however, was that an Asari occupied every one, each engaged in a sexual act with members of various species. She saw one woman, older, judging by her huge breasts, riding a Krogan; her tits swinging and swaying with the bouncing movements, her mouth open as moans poured out. They passed a room with a light-skinned Asari; similar in shade to Liara, currently sandwiched between two humans, one in her pussy and one in her ass. The next was on her knees before a Batarian, happily sucking his knobbly cock.

Each room was like this, and the hallway contained no fewer than twenty rooms.

 

“Smart walls,” L’Roak said, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. “We can see through from this side. It's the same as the room you were just in.” She began to laugh when she saw Liara's tired but panicked face. “Oh, that's right. You had quite the audience. Even Aria was watching.”

 

They passed a few more rooms where recording equipment was currently active as it watched inside, filming whatever sordid act was currently occurring. 

 

“We're also documenting your time here.” The madame added as they passed the cameras. “Aria wants your descent to be recorded and turned into a snuff movie, with your death at the end.” 

 

“Fuck you!” Liara screamed, rage flashing through her, launching herself at the madame. Being killed would have been one thing, but being paraded around as a slave, forced to fuck people, and then to top it all off, having her death be recorded and distributed to the masses. It was too much to bear.

 

With a forward push of her arms, L’Roak caught Liara in a stasis. With no barriers of her own, it was an easy job to catch the young Asari. L’Roak laughed in a deep and rich tone. “Silly little bitch.”

 

“Get the fuck away!” Liara cried, unable to move her body more than a few centimetres. A hand touched the back of her neck, and she was effortlessly lifted into the air by the Batarian bodyguard. The stasis fell away, and she kicked and bucked, flailing wildly. Something cold touched her back before consciousness was torn from her again. 

 

–

 

The multiple losses of consciousness in such a short period of time, combined with the general poor mental state in which Liara found herself, had accumulated into a powerful migraine. Feeling as though a Krogan was rampaging within her skull, the young Asari awoke once more alone in a small room, tied loosely to a chair. She vomited immediately, across both the floor and herself.

Coughing and spluttering, she spat and dribbled onto the floor with a miserable groan. It was only when she looked up that she noticed a drone floating not too far away, its eye-like lens staring unblinkingly at her.

Thirty seconds later, a pair of fully armoured men entered, likely Human or Batarian. 

 

One pulled out a baton, and a burst of electricity crackled at the tip of the device. “What is your name?” He asked through a voice modulator, as the drone swooped in closer to look at her.

 

Drool hung from Liara's bottom lip, and she wearily looked up to the man who had asked the question, dark bags around her eyes. Liara said nothing, only staring at him with tired contempt. 

She felt a cold touch of metal against one of her nipples as the man touched the device to it, before electricity coursed through her body, drawing a scream from her dry lips.

 

“What is your name?” 

 

She hung her head for a moment before a hand belonging to the second man tilted her back to face the drone. “Liara…” She whispered hoarsely and was shocked again, this time when the device was touched to her thigh. 

 

“Liara what?”

 

“Liara T’Soni…” 

 

The man tapped the device against her flat tummy, then trailed it all the way up to her neck. “And how old are you?” 

 

“One hundred…” Her eyes rolled back as she struggled to stay conscious until a stabbing pain in her head jerked her awake fully. “One hundred and eight.”

 

The two men begin to laugh. “That's young for an Asari.” The one holding her said, his voice also modulated. “Where are you from?” 

 

“Thessia…”

 

“What is your occupation?” The man standing beside the drone asked. He waited for a few seconds before pressing the shock baton to her navel and activating it.

 

High voltage electricity burst through Liara, drawing a long cry from her and causing her to lose control of her bladder in the process.

 

“Make sure you get that.” One of the men said to the drone, which tilted downward to capture it on video. “What is your occupation?” He asked again a moment later. 

 

She answered this time with a barely audible pair of words, revealing to the camera that she was an information broker. Perhaps this answer was incorrect, as it earned her another shock. 

 

“Any impressive accomplishments?”

 

“I…I fought with…with Commander Shepard.” She was struggling to remain conscious again. “To help…stop Saren.” 

 

“Saren, the rogue Spectre who attacked the Citadel with Geth?” The question was worded strangely, but in her current state, Liara could not figure out that this context was being provided for the camera, not for her.

 

Nodding her head a little, Liara groaned. “Yes.” 

 

The men released her and presently left the room. The drone remained, and Liara quickly fell back into an exhausted sleep.

 

–

 

Liara T’Soni slept a dreamless sleep, awaking with a start in a dark room and an indeterminate length of time later. She was lying on a bed with her wrists and ankles cuffed tightly to sturdy metallic side panelling. There was a dull throbbing on the inside of her elbow, and in the darkness could just make out an IV line injected beneath her skin. 

 

Again, her biotics refused to activate. She felt better than she had last time she had been awake and questioned in that other room, but the overwhelming sense of dread still hung over her like a guillotine. 

 

A door opened across the room, and a nasally voice spoke quickly. “Good morning, Dr. T’Soni. I will keep the lights low so as to not exacerbate your migraine.” 

 

Dull orange lights flickered into life along the ceiling of the white room. It appeared to be a doctor's office of sorts, with various cupboards of medicines, along with machines and a few empty gurneys similar to the one Liara was strapped to.

 

A slim Salarian stood beside the door, a data pad in his hand and a cigarette hanging limply from his lips. “I am Doctor Pilzik. You will be in my care whilst you are at Perfect Blue.” He took a short drag of his cigarette before crossing to Liara. “You were terribly dehydrated when they brought you in. I have you on electrolytes. Other than that, you are in peak physical condition.” His rapid-fire words came in snappy, staccato bursts. 

 

The acrid smell of smoke filled Liara's nose, and she felt her nostrils twinge with aggravation. She said nothing. There wasn't anything to say after all. 

 

The doctor moved to a refrigerator and withdrew five small vials before adding them to a multi-injector gun. He returned and touched a button on the side of the bed, which slowly raised into the sitting position. 

 

“What's that?” Liara eyed the injector warily. “Don't give me anything!” 

 

There was a sharp stab against her neck as the injector pushed the contents of the first vial into her body. “That is a powerful antibiotic in the traditional sense,” Pilzik said. “It will keep you healthy during your stay here, particularly reducing the risk of disease via sexual transmission.” Next, he pushed her head forward and injected the second vial near her spine. “That is an anti-biotic. It will block your ability to manipulate and create mass effect fields.” 

 

“Why are you doing this to me?” She pulled at the tight bindings, but to no avail. She already knew the answer, as did the doctor, it seemed, as he ignored her question.

 

The third shot went into her arm. “That's a slow-release super vitamin and probiotic, it will help to rebuild the healthy gut bacteria that the previously administered antibiotic will destroy. A diet consisting of nutrient paste and semen often causes…stomach issues for those with poor gut fauna. Ah, speaking of!” Pilzik quickly scampered back to the refrigerator, returning with a small tube. He unfastened the top and pressed it to Liara's mouth. “It's food. Calorie-dense.” He said when she refused to open her mouth. 

 

She eyed him warily for a moment before parting her lips and sucking at the tip. It tasted of nothing, but went down easily.

 

“Nutrient paste is the best diet for those who may be partaking in regular anal sex, as it has minimal effect on the lower end of  your digestive system.” He said, lifting the needle gun again.

Next, he injected her on the inner thigh. “This is a powerful aphrodisiac. It will help prepare your body for sexual intercourse, releasing vaginal secretions, increasing arousal, et cetera. Combined with this…” He took a short series of drags from his cigarette and pressed the injector against her taut tummy. “You will be much more open to the idea of sex. That final one is to help ‘mellow’ you out.” 

 

The effect of the final two shots was felt almost immediately by Liara. Chemicals flooded through her body, produced by a reaction to those forcefully injected into her. A pleasant lightheadedness replaced the dull throb that had been occupying her mind, and her limbs began to feel light, unfettered. In her core, she could feel heat slowly building too, as a flush travelled across her body. “What…” She muttered quietly, lazily. “What was in the last one?” 

 

Pilzik returned the auto injector to a shelf, tossing the used needles first. “An opioid, based on the human drug 'heroin'. Altered though, somewhat less powerful but long-lasting.” The burning of his cigarette reached the filter, and he pressed it into an ashtray before pulling out another. “I shall see you daily for your shots, Ms. T’Soni.”

 

Liara began to doze again as the pleasing sensations of the narcotics took her weary form in their warm embrace.

 

–

 

Again, Liara slept a dreamless sleep, and again awoke in an unknown location. It was a small cell, with a bed, a wardrobe and a small bathroom attached. She tried the main door. Locked, obviously. 

 

The gentle lightheadedness that the drugs had provided still prevailed, and she lay back on the bed after pounding back over a litre of water. She exhaled deeply, staring dozily at the ceiling of the cell. The heat of arousal continued to fill her, and she touched a finger between her thighs to find herself wet. 

 

Brighter lights flickered on within her small room, and the door opened with a loud mechanical grating. Madame L’Roak was waiting beside the Batarian guard. 

 

“It's time to earn your keep, girl.” 

 

Liara looked up to her and cocked her head, a dopey expression on her pretty face. “What do you mean?” 

 

“I mean…” The Madame stepped into the room and opened the wardrobe, showcasing various colours and varieties of lingerie. “Get something on…” She began to pull out a series of frilly white pieces: stockings, suspenders, garter belt, frilly panties and an equally frilly demi-cup bra, tossing them at Liara item by item. “Then get out there and sell that blue pussy of yours.” 

 

Standing, still nude but too drugged out to really care, Liara began to don the lingerie in silence, following the commands of the Madame. Deep in her mind, she knew this was wrong, but the aphrodisiac had driven her into a high state of arousal, and the altered heroin relaxed her enough to be open to the concept.

 

“That's it, girl.” L’Roak watched as she dressed, the recording drone behind her filming it all. “Come now.” She snatched Liara by the elbow and pulled her out of the room, dragging her through another hall and door until they entered the same corridor they had walked previously, with the views into other rooms. 

 

Again, the sounds of sex were everywhere, and Liara found herself staring into the rooms, lips parted.

 

“Don't worry girl, you'll be there soon.” The Madame escorted Liara to a room halfway down the corridor, where high-quality recording equipment was ready, looking through the smart wall and into the empty room. “Customers come through there,” L’Roak said when they entered the room, pointing to a different door. “You do whatever they ask. If they hurt you too much, Larn here will stop them.” She indicated to the Batarian guard. “After they've finished, clean yourself up in here.” There was a small bathroom with cleaning facilities attached to the room. “You have a guaranteed five minutes between each customer, so ensure that your ass is back out here and ready for the next one.” 

 

Liara nodded slowly, still befuddled and half clueless about what was occurring. 

 

“Aria wants you broken quickly, made an example of, so you're on a higher dose of Plizik’s shit than anybody else. And Sheek had only the highest praise for your little azure, so we'll be putting you on special today.” 

 

Nodding again, Liara then paused for a moment, cocking her head quizzically to the side. “Am I…am I going to be having sex?” The fog filling her brain was only growing stronger.

 

Madame L’Roak began to laugh, a sultry and rich sound. “Yes girl, you're going to be having lots of sex. Cost me money and it's the Blood Pack for you.” She rotated and left, the exit into the hallways behind the room sealing flush with the rest of the wall.

 

Liara turned too quickly and stumbled in her lightheadedness. She laughed gently to herself at how clumsy she was. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked around the room, taking in the very sterile view, kicking her feet forward and back. 

 

The front door opened a few minutes later, and a large Batarian entered. A nasty scar ran across the length of his face, ending at a missing eye. He eyed Liara for a moment before nodding once. “Nice.” 

 

“Hello.” Liara said softly, staring at the man towering above her through her beautiful blue eyes.

 

The Batarian wore a standard armour under suit in black, torn and patched in some places. “New girl, huh?” He began to peel himself out of the tight clothing, revealing strong muscles beneath, and a tattoo denoting his allegiance to a raider gang emblazoned across his wide chest and shoulder.

 

She nodded a handful of times, watching with curiosity as the man stripped naked before her. By now she was in a state of pure arousal, almost heat-like in how it affected her usual rational thinking. “Can you help me, please?” She said sweetly, innocently. “I feel so hot…down there.” Her hands trailed down to her core, holding just above her womb.

 

He began to laugh. First, a chuckle, that soon evolved into a hearty bark. “You’re a cute one.” The suit fell fully around his ankles, and he stepped out of it, moving toward her with his cock in his hand. “Here, suck on this.” He stood before her face now, looking down at her with a sneer.

 

“Okay…” Liara leaned forward and began to give her first blowjob. She parted her lips and took the rapidly stiffening member into her mouth. Feeling every ridge and bumpy nodule that lined the Batarian’s cock as she took half of him into her mouth, she sucked and looked up to him, an almost childlike expression on her face. Moaning softly, she began to move up and down, sliding her soft lips and tongue across the hard cock.

 

“Yeah…” The raider took her head in his hands, unaware that he was the first man to ever do so, and began to push his hips towards her face. 

 

Liara sucked diligently at the pirate's cock for a few minutes. Quite unaware of what to do, but allowing both her body's natural sexuality to take over whilst also letting the man guide her movements, listening when he told her to use more tongue, or to add her hands to the mix. She could taste droplets of fluid leaking from his cock, and she eagerly let them run down her throat.

 

Pulling away somewhat suddenly, the Batarian chuckled. “I'm not cumming anywhere but in that blue pussy.” He said, nodding to her pelvis. “Take those panties off.”

 

She looked at his length, glistening with her saliva, before shimmying the frilly panties down her legs and tossing them. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned back on her elbows and looked up at him.  

 

“Sexy little bitch.” The pirate grunted, stepping forward. “Look how soaked this pussy is.” He touched a pair of fingers against her slippery labia and grinned. “Asari cunt getting wet for her Batarian master.”

 

Liara nodded, unable to think of anything else, her brain and body flooded with chemicals. 

 

“Say it.” 

 

“My Asari cunt is wet for my Batarian master…” Her voice was thick with lust and entirely unfamiliar to herself. 

 

Taking hold of her knees, the raider pulled her legs wide apart and dragged her closer, until his ridged cock lay across the smooth expanse of her mound; her lying flat across the bed, him standing before it. He stared up her body for a few moments, catching the glassy look in her eyes, before he pulled his hips back and then pressed his cock into her, easily sliding most of the way in one. “Ohhhh fuck…” 

 

Liara moaned softly as she was filled, whimpering as each ridge and bump of his cock pushed across the soft heat of her inner walls. 

 

“Blue slut!” The Batarian growled, taking a firm hold of her hips as his cock bottomed out in her. “You all think you're so much better than everyone else.” He withdrew before pushing into her again, drawing a loud, pretty moan from Liara. 

 

The sensation of being filled was divine, and Liara's lips hung open as the man began to thrust into her, building to a more rapid pace.

 

“What kind of cock do you love?” He reached forward now, pushing up her bra to free her tits, before grasping the soft flesh with greedy fingers.

 

“B~~Batarian!” Each thrust now drew a high-pitched squeak from Liara, and soon enough she began to tremble and shake with the buildup to her orgasm.

 

His hips now drove a wet squelch from Liara's pussy with every movement, and he began to laugh, gripping her breasts even harder, pinching at her little nipples. “Cum! Cum on your superior's cock!” 

 

She did. Her body writhed and quivered as a powerful climax rippled through her body, pulling sweet whimpers and cries from her throat as her toes curled and fingers grasped wildly at the Batarian's arms. A moment later, whilst still in the throes of her own orgasm, she heard him grunt out a low, rumbling sound. He was pressed fully inside, thrusting barely at all now, and she could feel the strong throbbing of his cock inside of her as a copious volume of Batarian sperm splashed through her pussy and settled deep within. She began to come down from her orgasm with some semblance of her rational thought returning to her, and she quickly pulled away, retreating back up the bed fearfully. 

 

The Batarian looked at her with an almost shocked expression for a moment before dressing and leaving without another word.

 

Tears burned in Liara's eyes as she watched him go, defiled by another alien.

 

The door to the hall opened after the customer had left, and Aria entered the room, applauding Liara mockingly. 

 

“Sold your pussy for the first time.” She smiled wickedly. “Congratulations.” 

 

“Fuck you!” Liara spat at her, venom in her voice. 

 

“Get your doctor to give her another hit of the combo; we don't want her scaring off customers,” Aria spoke outside of the room, before turning back to Liara. “I enjoyed your little show with the Vorcha yesterday too.”

 

Glaring at her through narrowed, tear-filled eyes, Liara said nothing. 

 

Aria held her when Pilzik arrived with his injector, and soon enough, she was staring into the eyes of a woman sinking into the blissful comfort of opioids. Shaking her head, she left. 

 

The next customer was another Batarian, from the same gang, judging by his tattoos. He was rougher, taking her from behind whilst wrapping both hands around her vulnerable neck.

 

After came two dark-skinned humans; one took her mouth whilst the other fucked her pussy.

 

A Turian followed, wearing a condom-like device to prevent transmission of potentially deadly fluids between them. 

 

Then there was another Human, and then a Batarian, and on and on it went. She quickly showered and cleaned herself between each customer, and this time the drug concoction remained to both dull her senses and drive her into a state of arousal for the rest of the day. 

 

When she was returned to her room at the end of her shift, the Madame was waiting with a wicked grin, watching the tired Asari approach with shaky steps. “Would you like to hear how well you did today, girl?” 

 

Liara stared for a moment before nodding slowly. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. 

 

“Twenty-seven individual payments.” The Madame nodded sagely. “A new first timer record. Did it feel nice?” 

 

“Yes…” Liara nodded slowly, flushing a deep shade. 

 

“According to our statistics, you swallowed eight loads, took three facials and two across your little tits, fifteen vaginal ejaculations, good girl, and four anal ejaculations.” The Madame smiled. “A few of those snuck in a second shot. Oh, let's not forget the three women that you serviced too; one Asari and two Humans.”  

 

Liara stared at her, saying nothing.

 

“Get cleaned up, it's time to visit Doctor Pilzik.” 

 

–

 

Days became tangled together in the timeless space of Perfect Blue as Liara settled into her new role. She became popular quickly, with the high doses of drugs being forced into her making her highly compliant, and when combined with her youth and beauty, that made her a favourite among regulars and newcomers alike. 

Members from every species, where it was at least possible to fuck her, had fucked her by the end of the week, with even an Elcor requesting she sit beneath him and suck his trunk like cock. Krogan, by far, were the most difficult to work with, based solely on their massive size, and Batarians were her most common customers, making up nearly half of all visits.

 

Liara had rapidly become dependent on the heroin based opioid, and would become sick and aggravated quickly if her next dose was late. She would immediately return to her smiling and pliable new self when given the satisfying injection, even going so far as to attempt to get into the doctor's lab coat as a thank you on more than one occasion.

 

There was a further mental regression happening within Liara's brain; she was forgetting things. First, it was small and inconsequential; ‘what was the favourite colour of your university roommate?’ ‘What was the size of the record-breaking coronal ejection from Sol in 2177?’ But it began to worsen; she began to forget her mother's face, or details of her dissertation, or even the crew members of the Normandy. It was as though her mind were a low-capacity storage device which was currently overwriting real memories with techniques on how to sexually please men and women from various species. They were breaking her down, and as the memories faded, she wasn't even aware of it.

 

It had been a few weeks of this, her body sold against her will. Having serviced hundreds of customers by now, she was awarded a rare visit by Aria.

 

“I heard you've been doing well.” Aria said slyly, entering the room just moments after the previous customer, a Krogan warlord, had left.

 

Liara was a whimpering pile of cum covered flesh, panting heavily on the bed. Her beautiful blue eyes trailed up to Aria, and she smiled. 

 

Aria began to laugh. “They've really done a number on you, huh? Broken little bitch.” With a lazy wave of her hand, Aria's biotics flared, and Liara was pulled over. “I've got a gift for you.” 

 

Hanging in the air before her, Liara cocked her head dopily, the voluminous leavings of the Krogan dripping from her. “What is it?” 

 

“A friend of yours is here on Omega. I'm going to let you meet them.” 

 

“A friend?” Liara pouted, struggling to think of who her friends were. Do I have any?

 

Smirking coyly, Aria leaned back out of the door. “Come and get this whore cleaned up!” She called down the hall before looking back to Liara. “I won't tell you in advance. I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise…” 

 

–

 

Liara knelt happily beside Aria. The heavy thrum of the bass line pumping through the club sent pleasurable vibrations up her sensitive body. 

 

She was nude on the floor beside the pirate Queen, save for three items. The first was the mask, once more pulled over her face, but this time with a gag inserted into her mouth, keeping her from making any meaningful sounds. The second was a collar clasped around her neck, with a chain attached, which Aria held the other side of. The third was a plug, seated comfortably in her asshole with a fluffy dog-like tail attached and hanging loosely below her.

 

It was good, she thought, to be out of Perfect Blue for a while. Yes, she missed the endless stream of cocks and pussies, but being here, knelt beside Aria in her place of power was enough to keep Liara dripping down her thigh.

 

She was in a semi-conscious state for most of the time; not so much unconscious, but so spaced out on drugs that she had almost fully dissociated with her old self. Almost.

 

“What the hell is this, Aria?” A voice spoke, suddenly drawing Liara's attention. It was familiar. 

 

Her chain was yanked, and she fell forward onto her hands with a gagged yelp.

 

“This is my pet,” Aria said from the side. “She's a very eager young woman. Aren't you, pet?” 

 

Liara nodded quickly.

 

“Lie down.” 

 

Liara lay on the cold floor.

 

“Roll over.”

 

She rolled over onto her back.

 

“Heel.” 

 

She sat back on her knees and moved closer to Aria's feet.

 

“Is that supposed to impress me?” The familiar voice asked. 

 

“Commander Shepard, please. It's for her, not you.” Aria said with a wry chuckle. 

 

Liara whined, pressing her thighs together. That name meant something to her; it aroused her.

 

Aria tsk’d loudly, “You've upset her, Commander.” 

 

Ignoring that comment, Commander Shepard continued. “I'm here for your help Aria. I need a favour.” 

 

“Oh?” Liara felt Aria lean forward, interested. “The great Shepard looking for a favour?” 

 

“You know Liara T’Soni?” 

 

Liara wagged her backside a little. They're talking about me! She thought happily.

 

“Of course,” Aria said factually. “We've had a few run-ins.” 

 

“I need you to put some feelers out for me. The police on Illium say a fight happened in her apartment, and she hasn't been seen since.” Shepard said, concern coming through in their tone.

 

Aria stood, pulling Liara's chain so that she would follow closely, before crossing to Shepard. 

 

Liara could feel eyes on her, even through the mask. 

 

“That's terrible,” Aria spoke dryly. “I'll do what I can, Commander, of course, I always liked Dr. T'Soni.” 

 

“Thanks.” Shepard replied equally as dry, but from the way their voice reached Liara, she knew they were looking directly at her.

 

Again, Liara whined softly, leaning back a little to let the Commander have a full view of her naked breasts.

 

“I'm sorry if my pet is distracting, Commander.” 

 

“No, it's…don't worry about it.” Judging from the sound of heavily armoured footsteps, Shepard turned to leave.

 

“Oh, Commander, it will take me at least until tomorrow to gather reports and information. You don't want to be cooped up on the Normandy do you? You can be my guest at the finest hotel on Omega. You've apparently been very busy; you and your crew should take a load off, shore leave.” 

 

The Commander stopped for a moment as if weighing the pros and cons. “Thanks.” 

 

Waiting for them to leave, Aria pulled Liara back over to her couch and sat. “That was Commander Shepard. Do you remember them?” 

 

Liara whined, nodding unsurely, her hips shaking from side to side.

 

“Do you want them to fuck you?” 

 

She nodded more vigorously and felt a rush of arousal run down her thighs.

 

–

 

“What the hell, Aria!?” Shepard shouted as they entered the high-class suite to find Liara alone, chained to a column in the centre of the room.

 

Pinching the bridge of their nose, Shepard approached. A data pad lay next to Liara, and Shepard picked it up.

 

“Hello, Commander.” Aria's voice began to speak out a pre-recorded message. “ I did notice that you had eyes for my pet here. That's fine, don't let anybody say that Aria is not a good host. Do as you wish with her. I'm afraid you can't use her pretty mouth, though; the mask is part of our little deal.” The message ended abruptly.

 

Liara, who had been curled up on the floor, lifted herself to her knees and whined again, crawling to the source of the voice and rubbing herself against the Commander's clothed leg. Fingers touched her chin through the mask and her head was tilted back, so that the Commander could look into her masked face.

 

“Do you want this?” The Commander asked, obviously wanting it themselves from the tone of their voice.

 

Liara nodded.

 

She found herself unchained from the wall and deposited into the bed in short order, pulled up onto her hands and knees. She shook her toned behind in the direction of the Commander behind them, the tail plug wagging to a fro. 

 

“Christ…Look how wet you are…” The Commander said quietly, almost in awe. 

 

Again, Liara whined through the gag. She moaned when she felt a tongue touch her pussy, and soon enough, Shepard began to eagerly eat her from behind, sucking and licking as though their life depended on it. She came quickly, biting into the gag as her body spasmed and writhed. 

 

A cock quickly followed; broad and long, it spread her wonderfully, and in that moment, as Shepard filled her, Liara felt as though she had accomplished a life goal.

 

Shepard fucked her as most customers did; hard and fast. Hips clapped against her ass each time their thick cock drove into her. They changed positions a few times, each time after Liara had orgasmed, ending with Liara flat on her stomach and the Commander slamming into her as they lay across her back.

 

“Fuck!” Shepard grunted from above, “Gonna cum!” 

 

Another climax tore through Liara, and she felt the Commander throbbing deep inside, as they ejaculated and their sperm flooded her in powerful spurts. 

 

Lying atop her for a few minutes after, Shepard stroked her shoulder gently. “I wonder who you are beneath that mask…” They murmured quietly.

 

Liara, still needing more, wiggled beneath the Commander. When they finally lifted from her, she rolled onto her back. She lifted her legs high into the air and pulled the plug from her ass with a pop.

She could feel Shepard's eyes on the parted hole, prepared and well experienced by now. She cried out happily when Shepard's cock pressed into her ass, spreading the ring wider.

 

The Commander held an almost pressup-like position above the Asari whore, whose legs were pushed back far to allow access to her anus. Their cock easily slid into the hole, and they set about fucking her with deep and full movements of their hips. 

 

Liara came again, moaning wildly around the gag, her body shaking and twitching with bursts of pleasure. She felt hands at her tits, then at her pussy again; it felt heavenly.

 

The Commander was quickly brought to orgasm in her asshole, cursing as they did so, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Fuck…” Shepard finally huffed, withdrawing from Liara and leaving her there as footsteps retreated to the bathroom to clean up.

 

Still deep in the fog of the drug concoction, Liara began to masturbate, pressing fingers into her cum filled pussy.

 

Shepard laughed when they returned from the bathroom, and fucked her pussy another two times until they were both exhausted.

 

Sometime later, when Shepard had left the room, Liara was taken away, and soon was back in the doctor's office, receiving her next dose.

 

–

 

The following weeks flowed much like the first few, although the quality of the clientele that fucked Liara was degrading in quality as time progressed, if such a thing was possible. They were becoming more numerous and dirtier, but they still made her cum, and that's all that mattered to her ruined mind.

 

L’Roak explained it at the end of one day when she showed Liara her total tally for the time she had worked here.

 

“Excellent job my sweet girl, you're nearly there.” The Madame pointed to the tally, currently displaying the number ‘871’.

 

Liara stared at the number, numb but aroused, her head aching slightly. “Is that…is that how many people I've…had sex with?” 

 

“Yes, girl. Eight hundred and seventy-one people have paid to fuck you. All in the space of thirty-three days.”

 

“Mmmm…” Liara moaned softly. 

 

“Do you know what it means when you reach one thousand?” L’Roak asked.

 

Liara shook her head. 

 

“It means you get to die.” 

 

Cocking her head, Liara looked to the Madame. “Don't I do well here though?” 

 

“Oh, you do sweet girl, but the way we're working you…Well, it's not a way to live long.”

 

“Oh…” She pouted.

 

“Pilzik has shown me your charts. You're rapidly declining in all aspects of health. You're already dying.” 

 

Liara looked down her body. She looked fine; she felt mostly fine. No, she felt good. “I'm dying?” 

 

“You’re essentially being propped up by the drugs now, my sweet,” L’Roak said. “That's why we've upped the doses.”

 

“Thank you.” Liara smiled warmly at the Madame.

 

There was almost a hint of sadness in the Madame's eyes for a moment, before she blinked and it was gone. “Well, anyway, we would preferably like you to hit one thousand before you expire, otherwise it will spoil part of our film. And we plan to make a lot of money from distributing that movie.” L’Roak circled Liara, taking in her form. “To that end, we've put you on a deep discount. We're hoping to get you through the last hundred and twenty-nine in four days.”

 

“Wow…” 

 

“I know my sweet, imagine all of that cock.” 

 

Liara pressed her thighs together again, the thought of more sex once more alighting her passions. “Can I not continue to work now?” 

 

Tutting loudly, the Madame shook her head. “You still need your rest, little broken thing.” 

 

–

 

The final days were a barely conscious blur of sex, and she had by now forgotten completely who she was. Liara was fucked by anyone and anything that had a few credits to their name. The one thousand mark was passed on the third day, but L’Roak had promised four days of discount, and so the number continued to climb. On the fourth day, she was taken to a special room where an entire Blood Pack squad waited for her: two Krogan, four Batarians, and six Vorcha. She was their plaything for hours, being passed around by all, cumming so many times that she began to beg them to stop due to being overwhelmed with pleasure. The little blue Asari was left alone in the room after being filled by every member of the group, a shuddering thing with laboured breathing. Her head ached fiercely, and she felt nauseous. 

 

In that very same room, a facsimile of the same interview she had given when she had initially arrived was conducted. This time, there was no shock prod, and a board reading ‘1043’ was positioned beside her. 

 

“State your name.” A fully armoured man spoke from behind the camera.

 

“I don't know…”

 

“Give yourself one.” 

 

“Asari…slut?”

 

“Age?”

 

“One hundred and…something.”

 

“Occupation?”

 

“Whore.”

 

“Notable achievements?”

 

She began to laugh in a lazy, tired sound, showcasing her body still covered in the cum of various species. “Served a…a full blood pack squad.”

 

The men left, satisfied with the answers. 

 

Madame L’Roak arrived in the room shortly after, beckoning to Liara with a wave. “Come here girl, I want to show you something.” 

 

She was led back through the corridors and into a small, dark room where a man sat before a bank of monitors, tapping away at them.

 

“This is your video, your movie.” The Madame smiled, pointing Liara to the screens.

 

The man sitting at the screens scrubbed quickly through the near three hour video, showing her journey from the beginning, even including the fight and her capture on Illium, up until now. Running tallies would appear across various clips, showing how long she has been there and how many customers she had serviced at the time.

 

“Do you see here?” L’Roak pointed to an empty spot at the end of the video track.

 

“Mmhmm.” 

 

“That's where your death is going to go, sweet girl.” 

 

Liara stared at the spot for a moment before moaning softly, utterly broken. “Will it feel good?” She asked, rubbing her thighs together. 

 

“Oh, it will, my sweet, it will.” The Madame smiled warmly. “Aria is preparing something very special for you.” 

 

“That's so nice...” She muttered quietly. 

 

–

 

“So you're the ‘Demon of the Night Winds’ haunting my station?” Aria held up a powerful barrier, protecting both herself and the small handful of trusted soldiers behind her. 

 

“Morinth.” The black-clad Asari opposite them grunted with exertion, throwing her hands further forward in an attempt to break Aria's barrier. 

 

“I hope you're–enjoying yourself!” The Queen of Omega also grunted, pushing herself to keep the barrier active.

 

“I have, thank you!” Morinth caught a soldier sliding leftwards with a throw, launching him backwards over a low wall. “Why have you tracked me down?” 

 

“I have a gift for you!” Aria hissed. “An offering.” 

 

The Ardat-Yakshi Morinth paused for a moment, an apprehensive look on her face. “What do you want?”

 

“I want you to kill somebody for me.” 

 

“I'm not an assassin.” 

 

“It isn't like that!” Aria shouted, straining still with the barrier. “I already have her, I just want you to finish her. It needs to be memorable.” 

 

Easing off with the attack a little, Morinth huffed quietly. “Is this a fetish thing?”

 

“Listen, do you accept or not? I know you're being hunted by a Justiciar too. I can get you off the station if you accept!” 

 

Morinth released the biotic attack, but kept her own barrier raised. “I usually like artists, and the thrill of the hunt…But I can make an exception.” She begrudgingly accepted

 

Both women relaxed visibly. 

 

“I'm glad we could come to an understanding,” Aria said. “I believe your pursuers are closing in, so we'd better be quick.”

 

Nodding, Morinth crossed the room of her temporary apartment and snatched up a large duffel bag. “I can go now.” She said, fidgeting slightly, excited at the prospect of feeding again so soon. 

 

–

 

Liara lazed alone on a bed in a spacious and comfortable set of quarters somewhere in the depths of Omega. She had been transferred less than an hour ago, with Madame L’Roak bidding her a final farewell after allowing Sheek the Vorcha to fuck her one last time. Liara had happily ridden him now, grinding herself to three orgasms before he exploded within, locking them together again. 

 

L’Roak had explained that she was going to die, but that her death would contribute to one of the greatest snuff films ever released, and that millions across the galaxy would enjoy it. 

 

She had been glad to hear this, and happily went with the soldiers taking her away.

 

Now, she waited. Naked and alone in this unknown room, still packed with Vorcha cum.

 

After perhaps an hour, the door opened, and three figures entered the room. The first was Aria, and Liara smiled happily at her. The second was an unknown but beautiful Asari in dark leather. The third was a Batarian she recognised but couldn't place. A camera drone followed him. 

 

“Hello.” Liara looked at them through hazy eyes, the narcotics still running through her system.

 

“So this is her?” The leather-clad Asari asked Aria. 

 

Aria nodded. “This is Liara.”

 

Cocking her head, Liara looked at the unknown woman. She was strikingly attractive. “Are you…Are you here to kill me?” 

 

Morinth closed the distance between them, walking around the bed to examine her victim. “I am, beautiful girl.” Her voice was dark and seductive. 

 

“They told me that it will feel good.” 

 

Smiling warmly, Morinth leaned forward and stroked Liara's cheek. “It will feel so good.” Turning back to Aria, she continued, “What did you do to her? She's really fucked up.” 

 

Aria shrugged. “Lots of drugs and sex. She broke quite easily.” 

 

Chuckling, Morinth added her weight to the bed and sat before Liara. “I'm ready when you are.” She nodded to the camera, which moved in closer. “Come here, Liara.” 

 

This was the most erotic moment of Liara’s life, and she took Morinth’s offered hands, sitting cross-legged opposite her. Her heart raced, and more wetness leaked from her still. This is it. She thought excitedly, staring into icy white eyes. 

 

“Open your mind, Liara. You are going to feel every nerve in your body pulsing with pleasure.” She took her victim's hands in her own, admiring her body as she did. “You're beautiful.”

 

“Thank you.” Liara blushed at both the compliment and physical contact. 

 

“I'm going to join you now, and then you will die. Are you ready?”

 

Nodding once, Liara glanced with a smile at Aria waiting behind the camera, then back to Morinth. “Yes.” 

 

Morinth closed her eyes, initiating the melding through their touching skin. Upon opening her eyes, they were a beautiful pitch black, and she whispered softly, “Embrace eternity.” 

 

There was a gentle flash of energy as Morinth's power pushed into Liara. Instead of the gentle synchronization of a usual melding, Morinth's meld quickly overwhelmed Liara's nervous system, causing intense pain and pleasure to alight across every nerve in her body.

 

Liara froze utterly, her lips parted in a wordless scream as her nervous system was decimated and her brain overloaded, every synapse sending out different messages; pleasure, pain, pain, pleasure. It was too much, it was too good, it hurt.

 

Moaning softly at the destruction of the young Asari, Morinth held her tightly, her own form flooding with pleasure akin to a full body orgasm of the highest calibre. She watched through black eyes as the pretty blue girl before her began to bleed from her nose and eyes, her entire form twitching now in her hold as the rapid end of her life approached, before becoming limp in an instant, one last sigh escaping her soft lips.

Slowly, only when her own pleasure had ended did Morinth release Liara, who fell against the bed without a sound. She looked down at her, at the now rapid streams of blood pouring from every hole in her face, itself locked in a grimace of anguish. 

 

The camera was focused on the dead girl now, paying attention to her attractive body, before returning to her vacant eyes. 

 

“Fuck, that was good.” Morinth said, climbing from the bed.

 

Aria, who had approached now, looked down at Liara’s corpse with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “So that's it?”

 

Morinth nodded. “That's it. As if no one was ever home.” 

 

Tapping her comm unit a few times, Aria spoke into the device. “Come and collect her, we're done…yeah…bottom floor…yeah, feed her to the Varren.” She looked back at the cameraman. “Make sure you capture that too.” 

 

“So how about that ship?” Morinth asked, her bag already slung over her shoulder. 

 

“Yeah, this way. And don't ever come to my fucking station again.”

 

–

 

“Commander!” Miranda Lawson caught Commander Shepard as they stepped into the Normandy elevator. 

 

“What's up, Miranda?” Shepard asked, holding the door. 

 

“I've…received a video. It's…” She looked to the floor for a moment. “It's regarding Liara T'Soni. It's quite unpleasant.” 

 

Stopping the elevator mid-journey and turning to face Miranda, Shepard narrowed their eyes. “What do you mean?” 

 

“Well, I don't quite know how to put this, so…she's dead, Commander.” 

 

Shepard said nothing for a moment, breathing deeply. “She'd been missing for over a month…”

 

“I know,” Miranda said, before glancing to the floor. “But…but there's a film.” 

 

“Who was it?”

 

“I don't know, Commander, but it isn't just a video of her death, it's–it's a whole thing.” 

 

Shepard pressed the button to resume the movement of the elevator. “Tell me, Miranda, I need to know.” 

 

“Well, it seems as though she was captured and kept alive.” Miranda began, taking a deep breath. “They raped her and forced her into prostitution, drugging her and–”

 

“Stop!” Shepard growled. “Who sent it?” 

 

“Aria, Commander. She said her people found it on a dark extranet site. It's pornography.”

 

Shepard’s heart was hammering in their chest. Who could have done this to Liara? She was so sweet, so kind.

 

“Over a million people have purchased it.” Miranda continued. 

 

Shepard's hand closed into a fist, and they slammed it into the side of the elevator with a desperate cry. “Fuck!”