True Blue: Part II (Asari Love Slave)

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You're running with me
Don't touch the ground
We're the restless hearted
Not the chained and bound

The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same

Slave to love

Can you help me?

I can't escape

I'm a slave to love

Bryan Ferry

December 14th, 2186

Josslyn E. Shepard

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Shepard's eyes were tired. She went back to her cabin so she could read the message from Liara on her full sized haptic display. It seemed to be a business contract, reparations of some kind. There was a reference link to Asari history which Shepard followed up on.

It was a detailed entry on ancient Thessia. She'd read some of this before. It was astonishing to think that the Asari were every bit as brutal as humanity at one time in their history. Ok, considering what she'd seen on Ilium, perhaps it wasn't that surprising at all. Underneath all those pretty clothes and eloquent ideals, the Asari weren't any less cutthroat than the Krogan, Turians, or Humans.

Their entire civilization was based on city states, and thus in their past there were many wars fought, slaves taken, and worse. In fact, slavery was such a predominate part of Asari history, that many still practiced it, though in a more sophisticated and modern venue. It made sense. It was a sad truth that females of all races seemed to enjoy putting other females under heel, even more than males. Still, Shepard found it completely distasteful. She had to deal with some of this so-called civilized slavery on Ilium before and it left a bad taste in her mouth. Why would Liara send her this?

The entry went on, a list of ancient practices, rules for slaves to follow, and so on. It was despicable stuff, mostly centered on the worst of Asari culture: sexual slavery and mind rape, and other less than savory topics. God, was Liara trying to explain to Shepard that she felt like her slave? Shepard slumped into her chair, defeated.

The talk she had with Anderson had put her feelings into focus. Shepard knew what she wanted for the first time in her life. She felt she'd finally gotten it right, was ready to move forward and commit to the woman she loved, and now this? Had she already blown it before she had a chance to make it right?

She read the rest of the entry. The Shadow Broker requested that Shepard make a pickup from a warehouse on the Citadel. She figured it must have something to do with Liara's mission on Trident. The warehouses in that district were infamous for smugglers and illegal military tech. In fact, the location was quite near the place she and Garrus had cornered Harkin just a year ago.

The directions were clear. Commander Shepard was to come alone and make contact with a Volus smuggler named Dar-Jor. Apparently Dar-Jor was in possession of property that would help the war effort. Shepard checked the access codes with EDI through her Omni-tool to make sure. They were Liara's so they were legit.

She also followed up on the Volus contact. Dar-Jor had a history of criminal activity. He was notorious for peddling slaves in the Terminus Systems. What was Liara thinking? Shepard couldn't believe it, but then again, considering how many hoops she was jumping through for Aria, she was in no position to judge.

The business was marked as urgent and the time stamp indicated she had little time to waste. She called down to Vega, unfortunately waking him from his rack time, but he'd get over it. The man always slept like a rock.

"Hey, James, still have that car?" she asked.

He grumbled. "Shit, no, that little bastard won it back from me."

"James!" said Shepard.

"I know, I know," he said. "Why do you ask?"

"Forget about it," she said. "Get back to sleep, LT."

The com link went off immediately. He was probably already unconscious again. Shepard smiled. It must be nice.

She hit her com link again.

"Cortez," she said. "Fire up the shuttle. I have to make a stealth run."

"On it, Ma'am," he replied.

Fifteen minutes later, Cortez dropped her off at the warehouse. She waved him away, said she'd be in touch if she needed him. Under normal circumstances she'd never come to a place like this alone, but it was the Shadow Broker's request, and Shepard trusted that no matter how angry Liara was with her, she'd never put her Commander in danger.

The door to the warehouse unlocked for her, inside was a Volus holding a data pad. He was acting nervous. His respirator was hissing and clunking faster than usual.

"Were you followed?" he asked.

"No," said Shepard.

"Good," he said.

"You're Dar-Jor? I'm here for a package," said Shepard.

The little Volus bobbed his head and handed her the data pad. "I've received payment already. These are your instructions. It would be best if I moved on. This kind of merchandise can get you thirty cycles in prison on the Citadel."

"Uh, what kind of merchandise is that?" she asked.

The Volus was excitable. He glanced about and leaned forward, his respirator hissing slowly.

"An Asari slave," he whispered. "Very rare, very illegal. My respect, Commander."

What in the hell had Liara gotten her into? A hundred scenarios ran through Shepard's mind. None of them were good. She tried to calm herself. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation, perhaps Liara had purchased this slave's freedom. Perhaps she had information that was important to the war effort.

The Volus got her attention. He wanted to make something clear.

"The Shadow Broker was absolutely insistent that you sign the contract before taking delivery," he said.

Shepard shook her head in disbelief. "What?"

Dar-Jor adjusted his Omni-tool to receive her electronic signature. Shepard signed, trusting that Liara knew what she was doing. If this went wrong, and information got out that she'd purchased an illegal slave, she'd pine for the day when the biggest dent in her reputation involved running bare assed through a hotel lobby.

After Dar-Jor collected her signature, he scurried out the door towards his transportation. Shepard was left alone. She opened the instruction pad and began reading. It was a text written in ancient Asari script that had fallen out of use several millennia ago. It required the translator mod on her Omni-tool. It also included dozens of extremely graphic illustrations of sexual activity which reminded her of the Kama Sutra of her own world.

As soon as the translator was finished. She read the title script, which roughly translated to: Instructions for the care and maintenance of your personal Drakizia.

She punched the translator again. It came out the same. Apparently there was some problem with the word Drakizia. She used the extranet connection on her tool to find an external source. What followed was several historical references to a diabolical Asari Queen. It seemed she was some sort of Asari version of Genghis Kahn, and based on the few entries she could find, there was no doubt in Shepard's mind that this conquering queen was an Ardat-Yakshi.

Samara had once told Shepard that Ardat-Yakshi were revered in ancient days by primitive Asari. Shepard had done some study on her own and learned that the Justicar Order was originally created to oppose them, eventually breaking their hold and freeing the various city states from their unjust rule. This led to a golden age of democracy, technology, and the ascent of the Asari race into the heavens.

However, as near as Shepard could tell, the word Drakizia was not the name of the queen, but rather her special slaves. Each of them was trained to serve her master in all things, and they were given as gifts to entice other queens into alliances. It occurred to Shepard that the Drakizia were sex slaves, or something similar to a concubine or harem girl.

She started reading the rules for care of her "Drakizia" and had to stop. It was thoroughly revolting. This had to be a terrible mistake, either that or it was a metaphor or code for some technology that the Shadow Broker was trying to hide. It was logical to smuggle something in under false pretenses since any indoctrinated agent would overlook slavery, especially something of this nature. The Reapers understood nothing of organic motivation, love and sexual attraction being chief among those disregarded motivators.

Now that she thought about it, it made perfect sense. Shepard had just started to calm down when she read the final note attached at the end of the document.

In Thessia's ancient past, a Drakizia was often given as a gift to appease a barbaric warlord, so please accept this peace offering. Use her as you will to fulfill your darkest desires. She will answer only to the name Drakizia, or "slave" if you prefer. This is non-negotiable. If you do not accept the gift and use it as intended, our future interactions will be extremely limited and there will be further recourse against you.

Do not try to use subterfuge to circumnavigate the situation. The slave will know if she is not fulfilling your needs. She has received detailed instructions based on information the Shadow Broker has procured. The Shadow Broker is now privy to most, if not all of your darkest fantasies, including things you've never shared with anyone before. Many of your liaisons have been witnessed, and even recorded. The Shadow Broker possesses all of this data. If you breach this contract, the data will become public knowledge and your reputation will be permanently damaged.

Your assumption that your girlfriend is naïve, innocent, and inexperienced, is not unjust. As I understand it, you were acting according to an ancient human custom called chivalry, trying to protect her from your sadistic sexual barbarism by only making love to her in a respectful way. This is why it is only just to enact ancient Asari customs in response. If one insists upon living in the past, then it should be equitable to ensure that the relationship agreement is free of hypocrisy. Upon reading this, you have approximately ten minutes to take possession of your property. You have six hours to fulfill your contract. If you do not, the contract will be considered in breach and the aforementioned punitive actions will be enacted. You have no choice in this matter.

SB

Shepard's mouth dropped open. This wasn't some code or metaphor, this was real. There was no other interpretation. Liara was blackmailing her! Shepard shook her head in disbelief. What had happened to the naïve archeologist she'd rescued on Therum? Had Liara completely lost her mind?

'You happened, you idiot,' thought Shepard. 'Look at what you've done to her, this is all your fault.'

Apparently, she'd hurt Liara so deeply, that the Asari felt justified in taking extreme action. It was unconscionable, diabolical. This whole Shadow Broker thing had gotten out of control. It had gone to her head. She wasn't just acting as the Shadow Broker, she had truly become the Shadow Broker.

Had Liara fallen so far that she was willing to follow up on these threats? Shepard had heard horror stories about how certain Asari could be vindictive after a love affair gone wrong, but she had always assumed they were exaggerations based on the actions of a minority, individuals like Nassana Dantius for example. She thought about the threat against her reputation, tried to imagine what would happen if Liara leaked that data. She felt sick to her stomach.

Shepard gritted her teeth. Considering what had happened to he friends and family on Mindoir at the hands of Batarian slavers, forcing a slave on her was the worst kind of insult Liara could have come up with. Indignation became anger, and rage. Shepard tossed the agreement aside and stormed into the warehouse, fully intent on shooting her way through the Shadow Broker's agents if it came to it.

What greeted her was not a score of agents, but something completely unexpected. The inside of the warehouse had been transformed into... Shepard struggled to take in what she saw. A blast of warm, humid air, filled with perfumed scents hit her in the face.

The lights dimmed as soon as she entered. There was sand on the floor, and tents in place of cargo containers. Amidst the tents several braziers were alight with blue flames which illuminated various erotic statues and tapestries. A smoky haze filled the air as the smell of pungent incense penetrated her nostrils. It looked like a scene straight out of Greek mythology, though in reality the setting was probably Thessian, perhaps the Asari equivalent of the Bronze Age.

The walls of the warehouse flickered, coming to life in the form of lurid holographic imagery. As the music pulsed, writhing Asari performed various sexual acts. Shepard felt as if she were surrounded by Maenads lost in the ecstatic frenzy of ritual worship, their chorus of sin thrumming through the air in offering to the god Dionysus.

Shepard couldn't deny the effectiveness of the scene. It put her in a strange mood. The imagery was very much to her liking, as was the primal rhythm of the music. She could sense Liara's hand in this. It was the type of scene that only a student of antiquity could dream up. It must have taken some effort to put this all together in such a short amount of time. Shepard's anger abated as her curiosity was invoked.

Shepard found a distinct path twining through the center of the scene and followed it. It led to a stone table, or perhaps an altar. Upon it was a statue of a beautiful Asari. Her azure flesh was oiled and almost completely bare. She wore only a decadent harness fashioned of silver chains and precious gemstones. She was collared and leashed. Shepard was hypnotized by the figure. She felt compelled to examine it. As she approached, she realized it was no statue at all, but a living, breathing Asari slave, no doubt the very soul she had unwittingly purchased.

Her anger had completely evaporated by this point. Whether it had something to do with the incense, the imagery, or the evocative music, she wasn't sure, but the temptation to claim her prize was all too real. Shepard tried to shake it off and get her bearings. As she drew near, the slave prostrated herself to the Commander, placing her face on the ground. With one hand she held the end of her leash aloft, inviting Shepard to take it.

Shepard took a deep breath. "Oh, shit."

Liara had gotten it right. She'd done her homework. Everything was perfect. It occurred to Shepard that this was nothing short of a live action mélange of the best chapters of her favorite romance novels. Even the holographic displays of Asari gyrating on the walls were tailored specifically to her tastes. She stared at the end of the leash. Her hand trembled. She took it. What the hell was she doing?

Kneeling down, she put her hand on the side of the Asari's head to tilt it towards her so she could get a good look at the woman. Once she saw the torment in those eye's she'd become a person again and Shepard could break the spell. Then she'd get her out of here to someplace safe and deal with all the blowback. The very real fear of losing Liara was starting to play out in her head.

It was then that the slave's eyes met Shepard's and everything fell into place. It was Liara. Of course it was, it had to be. Shepard chastised herself. How could she be so stupid? She should have seen it coming from a parsec away. Liara, her Liara, buying some poor slave, what a ridiculous notion.

Before Shepard could speak, a single word slipped seductively out of Liara's lips.

"Master," she said.

Shepard felt a thrill run up her spine. A bead of sweat dripped off her forehead. Damn, the temperature in the warehouse kept climbing.

She blushed. "Ok, point made, Liara. I guess we need to talk."

Liara cut her off. She shook her head vigorously. "No! Drakizia..."

Shepard sighed. "Really, let's be serious here. The gig's up, nice joke, ha ha! You got me. Who put you up to this? Jack? Vega?"

Liara's eyes filled with tears. She hung her head in shame.

"I am not pleasing to my master," she whined.

It was an effective piece of acting. Shepard very much felt the impact of it, even as she tried to rationalize it away. Ok, if Liara wanted to play games, why not test the waters?

'Let's see how far she's actually willing to take this,' thought Shepard.

She jerked on the chain, pulling Liara's head up.

"Ok, slave," she said. "You really want to play this fantasy out, you may get more than you bargained for."

Liara's eyes glinted with something Shepard had never seen before. She couldn't tell if it was malice or lust, but it was a little bit frightening.

"I am Drakizia," she said. "There is nothing you can do to me in the next six hours that I won't enjoy. It's what I've been trained for. I exist only for your pleasure."

Shepard felt a rush of desire. She glanced around at the setting, and then fell into the fantasy. Her mind burned red. She was a child again, running on the grass, the scent of fresh colonial air in her nostrils. Her father was angry with her. He was always angry with her, always disappointed.

"Stop running your mouth for once."

"Act like a young lady."

"You're too aggressive."

"You're not a boy, stop acting like one."

"You want another whipping?"

"You're full of sin, child, sin and disobedience."

"Why do you refuse to obey me?"

"No, you can't put your clothes back on until I say so."

"Fighting, in school? What were you thinking?"

"You're just begging for the switch, aren't you?"

"You'll wear a dress because I say so!"

"Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about."

"You can't hit other children, it's not allowed."

"Shame on you, shame, shame, shame."

"You've had this coming."

"Another fight in school?"

"Drop your drawers and bend over."

"I'm only doing this for your own good, because I love you."

"You're a bad girl, Joss. I'm ashamed of you."

"Stop testing me."

"You'll thank me for this one day."

Her head swarmed with crazy thoughts. She had to get them out, purge them, expel them all in a sweet symphony of indulgence. For once she was free of shame. Her partner, far from being frightened, was completely engrossed in the interaction, uttering ecstatic phrases that lured Shepard into a frenzy of excess. Her mind raced through a hundred walls of desire as she thought about everything she wanted to do to her subordinate. Six hours wasn't nearly enough time.

The hours passed, ebbing away in a turgid mist of pleasure and release until she was utterly spent, both body and soul. They did it all, all the things she never dreamed possible. She shared parts of herself that had been locked away behind walls of steel, and now that it was all out, she felt light as a feather. Unfortunately, she didn't float far. A beep on an Omni-tool brought her back to reality. She dropped like a rock.

As she lay entwined with her lover, she began to weep. Liara clung to her tightly, kissing her face.

"Are you ok?" asked Liara.

"No," said Shepard. "Sometimes I feel like such a freak."

"No, you're not, but you are

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