FUBAR (FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION)

CHAPTER 2 FUCKED UP (IN A PHYSICAL WAY)

AUTHORS NOTES

This is a Mass Effect FemShep/Liara pairing. Takes place after Feros, but before Virmire and Noveria.

'This' means someone is thinking.

Italics alone means the name of something, i.e. Mass Effect Core.

Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or timeskip, it may be a few minutes, it may be a few hours...

-X- means a scene change.

Disclaimer; I do not own Mass Effect or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is non profit-I am making no money from this.

After yet another holo communication meeting with the Citadel Council in which she wanted to commit murder, Commander Taisiya Shepard left the Normandy's communications room and went back to her quarters to further consider the Liara T'Soni conundrum.

She decided to physically force the asari maiden to accept that she was FUBAR and not fit to be romanced, hero worshipped, scientifically studied or whatever the hell else the starry-eyed asari had in mind. Shepard had the perfect plan. Actually it was the most fucked up plan since Torfan. The best outcome was Liara never being alone or even speaking to her again. The other options included Shepard being biotically splattered across the Normandy bulkheads and/or being reported for crimes against T'Soni's person.

Images of spectacular death via sexy blue space magic in her mind Shepard pressed the room's comm. Panel and contacted the Lab/storage room Liara had taken as her domain aboard the strangely designed vessel.

"Dr T'Soni, please report to the Captain's quarters immediately." Wincing at how it sounded. 'Fuck! I hope no one else was in that room to hear that...'

-X-

Liara T'Soni stepped into the commander's quarters, calling upon the emotional control training drilled into her by her mother's army of private tutors to calm herself upon seeing the Commander again.

She was stunning to the young asari; unusually tall for a human female, more muscle than any asari (though not to the unnerving level of most human male soldiers she had met) and showing scars of war with a large gash of white through her face from neck to cheekbone. Her short crop of hair was black. Her appealing features a mixture of American, Russian and Japanese heritage.

"You wished to see me Commander?" She asked primly.

"I've been reviewing the reports you wrote on the Thorian. I want you to read it to me aloud." She commanded. Liara was confused at her suddenly cold demeanour.

"Okay... do you believe it will give you a clearer idea of the Reapers and their nature or goals?"

Shepard seemingly ignored her; "Read off that screen over there." She pointed at a deliberately downsized holoscreen on Shepard's desk. Liara bent over the desk unknowingly presenting her backside to Shepard's view and pressed the 'button'- a holoicon that should have increased the size of the holoscreen containing her report.

Her finger went straight through the hologram without interaction. Liara blinked in confusion.

"I locked out your finger implant ID's for this room. If you want to read you'll have to stay in your current position."

While her deep black eyes were locked on T'Soni's head as cool as ice, inside Shepard was trying desperately not to stare at the most spectacular ass she had ever seen inches away from her.

Liara blushed realising her undignified position. Her mouth and eyes widened in astonishment. The embarrassed asari stood and looked away staring at an ugly utilitarian wall. Fear raced through her. 'Oh Goddess! Is she... am I... What am I doing here? What does she want?'

Shepard braced herself for outraged refusal. For tears of humiliated rage. For a biotic attack that would require Chakwas to scrape her off the bulkheads with a spatula.

She could have refused in outrage. She should have. She had every right to call Shepard a sick, depraved bitch who had crossed a line.

"...Okay..." Instead, the stunning asari bent back over the desk displaying her perfect long legs and equally perfect ass to the disturbed human woman. Without knowing she had terrified one of the most dangerous and feared soldiers in the Galaxy, the innocent asari maiden started reading;

"The Thorian is a sentient plant life form operating on a neural nodal network..."

Shepard's insides warmed at the sound of Liara's soft, cultured voice. It had disturbed her for a while that she got hot just hearing her talk. 'Her fucking voice sounds like some kind of fucking audio aphrodisiac...'

'... while the ruins of the world of Feros are Prothean, the stonework of the cavern the Thorian creature occupied bear no resemblance to Prothean design-"

SMACK! Liara's head whipped around in shock as she heard and felt a hand connect sharply with her left buttock and firmly grab a hold of her posterior. Her shocked blue eyes stared into the dark, seemingly jet black eyes of her commander, the eyes that seemed to draw people in past even the other appealing aspects of the Commanders exotic mixed race appearance.

Liara stared at Shepard in shock not understanding what was happening. Then she turned back to the screen. She began reading again.

Shepard kept her hand on Liara's ass; it felt amazing; soft yet with solid muscle beneath supple flesh. She had spanked people before. Hookers and rent boys and they never felt like this; heat and a strange energy- biotics or asari head fucking stuff that charged through her fuelling and firing her up.

She was shocked when the asari, heartbreakingly lovely eyes set in a strange but beautiful face, turned away submissively and restarted talking.

"I-it is my conclusion that-" SMACK! "-the Thorian life form-" SMACK! "-was present on Feros before-" SMACK! "-before-" SMACK! "-beforetheprothean'scolonizedtheplanet-" "Slow down Dr T'Soni." Shepard commanded.

"I. Want. To. Hear. Every. Word. Clearly. And. Unrushed." She punctuated every word with a slap from her strong and calloused right hand.

"Yes... I-I'm sorry Commander. The Thorian's lifecycle-"

'What the fuck! Doesn't she get that I'm a freaky bitch molesting her? Have to get serious...'

She slapped Liara again, this time both hands attacking her magnificent ass. The human woman felt conflicting shame and lust as perfect glutes bounced deliciously as her hands struck again.

Liara paused and grit her teeth in honest pain. Without looking back at her tormentor she restarted talking, her diction and pitch absolutely perfect to Shepard's ears.

Shepard kept going, slapping the bent over asari harder and faster, hard enough to bruise, fast enough that her hands were a blur.

Liara kept reciting obediently even as the frightening feeling in her bottom escalated into a blaze of pain.

"-Controls its thrall's using pain-" As if on cue Shepard grabbed both now bruised buttocks in her strong hands and squeezed with cruel force. Liara cried aloud. "AAAAH! I-induced via re-remotely activated spores tha-aaaah!" Shepard cruelly twisted Liara's pliable rump in her hands to dramatic effect. "That condition... the infected to obey the-"

Pain... obedience... The pain felt ... good to Liara, like a proof that she was alive and not observing life at a distance like she had for over fifty years, her obedience felt empowering rather than humiliating as it did when used and discarded by the various organisations she had dealt with in her career. Pain hot as fire burnt in her posterior and pleasure raged through the rest of her body from her toes to her crest. Her... regions... quiet for so long now were an inferno of pleasure.

She knew she shouldn't do it but Shepard's body was opposed to her already fucked up mind. The human woman gave control to her body and bent herself over Liara putting her scarred cheek to unblemished cheek with the dominated asari. She nuzzled her, relishing in her soft, finely scaled skin against her, the scent that was unlike anything else she had experienced... she moved her body against the alien one beneath. Despite being fully clothed Shepard felt more sexual than she had in years, her hands explored all over the shapely alien's perfectly sculpted body.

"C-commander...?"

It was the soft voice that did it, all thought left Shepard's mind when she grabbed Liara under her shoulders, pulled her up violently, then tore open the front of her too-tight Serrice Academy uniform open. She growled as she angrily tore open the pristine undershirt and bra beneath it revealing a chest that looked so perfectly shaped it was as though the maiden was sculpted by some perverse creator.

Shepard began kissing and licking (another weird fetish of hers) Liara's cheek, the texture and taste of her skin also like nothing she had experienced before. Liara gasped and placed her hands on Shepard's, instinctively guiding them to where she wanted them to go.

Both were moving together each aware of the others, desires, gasps and how her body moved with and against her own as it breathed deeply.

Shepard was about to say something when...

The damnable comm. Channel opened, the male human voice shockingly loud; "Bridge to Commander..." Joker interrupted.

"FUCK!" Shepard cursed feeling Liara flinch in her arms- from shock or arousal she wasn't sure. She held Liara tighter, breathing in her scent, feeling her heat. The asari was trembling, being held up by a human woman whose legs were quivering with desire. Said human woman regretfully released Liara who stumbled away, weak in the legs from the amazing experience she had just had. Shepard watched her go mournfully and attacked the comm. Panel with her palm.

"Shepard! What is it?"

"Update from Alliance command on the Cerberus situation, relevant information has been added to your terminal. Just thought you'd like to know."

Shepard took a deep breath as she bent over a table not unlike Liara had a minute ago.

"Fine, thank you." She stood upright.

"Joker. Barring, intergalactic war, getting a lead on Saren, a gigantic space octopus attacking the ship, I am to have no interruptions, understood?" Her voice promising death to any who defied her.

"Y-yes Commander."

Shepard turned back to Liara who sat on her bed, her clothing torn and inviting.

"Now where were we..."

END

AUTHORS NOTES

Rather than the more traditional FemShep/Liara pairing, which can have solid drama, dialogue, creativity, action and drama, but often tend to the fluffy side, I wanted to go with a story with Sadomasochism (or S&M overtones in it). In this story I wanted both Shepard and Liara to receive mutual pleasure from giving (Shepard) and receiving (Liara) pain and humiliation. Most difficultly I wanted it to be believable- this wasn't meant as a crack fic. Please review to express opinion on how successful that was.

This story is what it says on the title; FUBAR (Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition).

I may do a more explicit version of this story; the link will be on the Authors page if and when it is done.