VRX 9000: Sex Games / Decline; This is wrong.
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VRX 9000: Sex Games
Mass Effect: My Crew's Pet: Liara's Story
Part 1: The Cure for Boredom
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Story:
You look at the justicar as if the words coming out of her mouth couldn't be real. She want to turn you into an object of pleasure for the rest of the crew? Just simply strip naked at her command? You pale in the horror of the realization of the situation. Your justicar, no, one of the leaders of your culture's very law, is asking you to submit your body to her and the rest of the crew. Your mouth opens and closes several times in protest, trying to find the words but coming away with nothing each time completely taken aback by the request. Samara can't be serious! You finally find your voice and your pride, looking at the approaching Samara with appall. "Absolutely not, Samara." You take a step back then, suddenly feeling threatened by the approaching justicar. "I will follow your lead on all matters of the law, but you cannot force me into servitude with your position." You back yourself into a corner as she keeps approaching, looking at her cold, emotionless stare with growing concern. She is dead serious about this! You've never been more mortified. "I will not let you use my body that way!" You say with one final statement as she closes the gap.
Instead of trying to grab you, the justicar reaches out with her immense biotic power and slams you against the door, arms and legs spread. "Stop!" You cry out in alarm, trying to use your own biotic power back. To your complete shock you find you cannot summon your powers by even an inch. When you see Samara's smirk at your realization you look down horrified. "What have you done Samara?"
The justicar continues to smirk, and to your horror simply steps up to you and starts to unzip your space suit as you hang against the wall unable to resist. "SAMARA!" You yell angrily, horrified as she pulls your zipper down to your waist before tugging your suit to the side revealing one of your massive, firm blue breast. "Stop this immediately!" You cry out again indignity, red flushing across your cheeks as she simply tugs your suit to the other side revealing both of your breasts now hoisted by your tight bra. With a single swipe of biotic power the bra is torn away leaving them bare.
The justicar simply stands back then, looking you over before giving a small smirk through her emotionless stare then looks you up and down. "I put a special ingredient in your tea Liara, you won't be able to use your biotic abilities for some time. If you stop resisting and accept your new role this will go much easier on you." Samara looks you in the eyes then, the expression of cold confidence and superiority there. She holds it for a few seconds leaving you speechless and blushing until she turns her back on you and starts to walk back to her desk.
You immediately regain your confidence once you are free from her gaze, humiliated hanging against the wall with your tits exposed. The realization that you've lost your biotic power doesn't phase you too much, Samara could have probably beat you in a fight with it regardless. You have to beat this some other way. You won't let her use you like this! You won't! If only Shepard were here. "I refuse to cooperate in this madness! As soon as the rest of the crew finds out you'll be thrown in a cell for this!" You growl, struggling against Samara's ridiculously powerful biotic powers uselessly. You know it is useless, the only person on the ship that could match Samara is Jack, but you try regardless. "Let me go this instant!" You scream in frustration, blushing as you feel your firm blue tits flop from side to side in your struggles, free from your suit.
The justicar walks over to her desk and pulls out two items; metal arm restraints and a crop. Your eyes go wide in shock but before you can say anything the justicar starts walking back your way, her hips in a confident stride as she regards you coldly. "Miranda has taken control of the ship as per Shepard's orders on his absence. She herself has given me the task to find entertainment for the crew in this form. I fear you have no where to run Liara, everyone already knows. Stop fighting and accept it." With her final harsh words she uses her biotic powers to flip you around and slam you face first into the door and grabs your arms and starts to restrain them behind your back.
You struggle in vain, looking over your shoulder with your face flushed pale. Miranda ordered this? Impossible! But what if it was true? It can't be! You look at Samara, gasping in pain as she twists your arms to pull them into the metal restraints forcefully. "You can't be serious Samara! Let me go this instant!" You then grunt loudly as Samara simply flips you back over and slams you back against the door, your blue tits bouncing in front of you. "Release me this instant!" You cry out angrily but flustered.
Samara just gives you a cold look, then picks up her crop. "Like I said Liara, the sooner you accept this the easier it will be on you." The next second the crop strikes your left nipple hard and you scream, looking down in shock as she pulls the crop back for another strike.
"STOP!" You yell, but the crop strikes your other breast this time making you squirm in pain and gasp, pair erupting through your firm breasts. "You can't make me do this!" You yell again, then let out another scream as the crop slaps your large blue tit hard making it bounce painfully. Samara lets out a tirade of blows cropping your tits painfully over and over making you scream endlessly writhing on the wall with your arms secured behind you. Nothing you yell seems to phase her and by the time she stops your breasts are stained red and heaving slowly as you breath heavily trying to keep tears out of your eyes. How dare she? How dare she? That is all you can think, glaring at Samara who just looks up at you coldly.
"Are you ready to behave?" She says coldly, handling the crop in her hand looking you dead in the eye with that emotionless stare again.
"I will most certainly not!" You curse at the justicar, your pride swelling up at you as you blush and wince, breasts aching in pain.
"A shame." Samara says, then steps forward and starts to unzip your suit more, undoing your belt and tossing it to the side. You look down horrified at what she is doing as Samara unzips your suit down to reveal your panties and just slightly past before walking over and grabbing some scissors.
"Don't you dare! SAMARA!" You yell loudly as she cuts off your panties and tears them out of your suit making you gasp in pain from the wedgy.
"I will crop you until you are silent, Liara." Samara says coldly, suddenly striking your exposed blue cunt hard with the crop causing you to look down and scream, writhing against the wall.
"Noooo!" You scream, tearing up as the justicar just starts to crop your naked cunt over and over. You writhe against the wall in pain, screaming as the blows keep landing. You yell for Samara to stop over and over but it is useless. When the justicar is finished cropping your pussy red she switched back to your fat, blue tits making them bounce as pain sears through them from each blow. By the time the justicar is finished cropping you there are tears welling up in your eyes and you fall limp back against the wall as your most sensitive areas pulse in pain. "Please..." You murmur at last, but Samara just raises her eyebrow coldly.
"Quiet, Liara!" She barks, and for once you listen, looking away humiliated and in pain. You whimper softly as Samara strips you completely revealing your busty, blue body in its fullness with your breasts and cunt shining red. Samara then forces you into a black latex one-piece swimsuit with the breasts and crotch cut out completely to your humiliation. Then she pulls out the needle. You whimper then and shake your head, but Samara grabs you by the neck and chokes you slamming your head back against the door. "Stick out your tongue Liara." You are scared and horrified, but don't respond. All it takes is a hard slap which by itself starts to stain your cheek red to get you to hesitantly stick your tongue out.
With the needle Samara grabs your tongue and pierces it twice making you whimper and cry out. She replaces the needles with small beads a few minutes later after letting the needles sit giving you tongue beads. She finds your breasts next, and when you try to pull away she grabs your neck again choking you and slaps you several times hard making you cry softly, a few tears sliding down your stained red cheeks. She tugs on your sore nipples until they are hard and pierce them to much to your chagrin and pain, screaming as each needle goes through. Samara repeats the process and you soon find nipple rings on your perky blue tits causing you to sob softly in humiliation. Lastly, she reaches down and finds your clit and begins to rub it slowly, making you squirm and gasp in horror against the door. "Samara please... please don't do this!" You beg one last time, your eye-shadow running down your cheek slightly from getting slapped and forced to cry earlier. "You can still stop this!" You sob, appealing for any kind of mercy you can get. This just can't be happening to you!
Samara signs and puts down the needle, looking up at you with an angry expression. "I said to be quiet Liara." With that she reaches her hand up roughly to choke you again, this time squeezing so hard you can't breath. Your face immediately starts to turn red as you gasp, tears forming up in your eyes. Holding your head there Samara brings her hand back for a full armed slap across your face causing you to cry out in pain. She brings her hand back again and slaps you even harder putting her full arm into the blow. You just gasp and sob, unable to breath as pain explodes across your face over and over. When Samara finally lets go of your neck you gasp desperately, sobbing loudly finally able to breath. You only get a second or two before Samara smothers your mouth and nose with her hand cutting off your breath making you scream and writhe against the wall, desperate to breath. Samara then starts slapping your breasts extremely hard, over and over.
Your firm blue tits fly from one side to the other as Samara doesn't hold back and strength extracting scream after scream after you as you sob into her hand smothering you, twisting your head desperate to breath. When she is finally done you sob loudly and gasp for breath, tears streaming down your cheek as your black make-up smears all over your face. "Are you going to be quiet now Liara?" Samara demands, choking you again making you look at her.
You gasp, still sobbing from the horrible pain pulsing in your sensitive breasts stained a dark red. "Y-yes, justicar." You manage to gasp out while being choked.
Samara lets go a moment later and soon gets back to work. You moan pathetically as she resumes rubbing your sensitive clit then absolutely scream when she pierces it. After a few minutes you also find a ring hanging from your swollen clit as you sob against the wall. You watch as Samara walks off into her closet then comes out with a few items that turn you pale. She walks up to attach a black studded collar around your neck with a leash that hangs down between your firm blue tits. She then holds up a black latex mask that chills you to the bone. Just the thought of her putting that on you almost starts to make you sob again. "Are you going to start cooperating or am I going to have to train you the hard way?" Samara says coldly, grabbing your cheeks and making you look her in the face. You look at her sobbing softly, looking between her and the mask. How is this happening to you?
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What do you do?
