-Liara-

The bathroom was an enormous, dazzling, display of colors and light. The ceiling was fifteen feet high and a mural was painted across its entire length; images of naked men and women gathered in bathhouses and gardens. The floor was polished oak planks that felt soft beneath Liara's bare feet. The walls were gold and red; paintings and soft, glowing, domes lined them. The bath itself was a behemoth of a tub, an older style with a big white rim and a shower head that looked down over it of silver and bronze. Liara was led to stand on a velvety carpet in front of the tub and then the ropes binding her wrists behind her were removed. She turned, smiling a pleasant smile, and nodded. "Thank you, Sam."

Sam nodded back, of course there was little else the dark-skinned girl could do: her lips were wrapped around a large, red, ballgag, the leather straps of which wound back behind her head and buckled beneath her latex hood. Her teeth were white and pronounced when she 'smiled' above the vibrant red ball, and her skin looked pinched beneath the straps. Her hands reached out and unzipped Liara's suit in the front, then she yanked it down below her hips and that was it: the asari stood in complete nudity.

"You work fast, huh?" Liara asked with a nervous chuckle.

Sam nodded to the tub.

"Time to go in there?"

Sam nodded again.

Liara gently lifted her leg over the lip of the tub and pressed her toes down to the cold linoleum floor. Traynor put a hand on her shoulder and eased her down until she was seated; the linoleum even colder on her ass cheeks. "Oh, my," Liara said, taken back. "I thought this was to be a shower, not a bath."

Sam shook her head and twisted the bath's knobs, running a stream of warm water into the tub. Liara sat, patiently waiting for it to fill. She glanced over at Samantha a few times, but with the ballgag in place, it wasn't like she could make small talk. Also, the girl didn't seem very interested in anything but the task at hand. Liara looked her up and down, finding human behavior to be one of the strangest oddities in the Galaxy at times. Who would willingly do what that girl did to herself on a daily basis. Then she got to wondering. "Hey, Samantha is it? Or... do you prefer just Sam?"

Sam looked up at her and raised an eyebrow that was partially hidden beneath her hooded face.

"Oh, right, um... how long have you been under Shepard's... employ let's say."

Sam thought, then lifted a hand with five fingers on it.

"Five days?"

Sam shook her head.

"Oh," Liara said, somewhat disappointed. She'd thought Shepard had just started this whole party/mansion thing. "Five weeks then."

Again, Sam shook her head.

Liara's eyes widened. "What? Well, certainly not five months!?"

Sam nodded.

Liara's mouth fell agape. "You're telling me Shepard has been here on this beautiful planet with this massive mansion for five months and he's just brought me here now?"

Sam shrugged and picked up a sponge.

"Did she ever... mention me at least? Liara T'Soni?" Liara asked as the latex-covered girl began soaking the sponge with warm water and squeezing it out over the asari's body.

Sam glanced up at her, but seemed to avoid the question.

Liara wasn't satisfied. "Can I remove this?" She asked, reaching for the ballgag.

Sam stopped dripping water over her and pulled her head away, staring at Liara thoughtfully.

"Can I?" Liara asked again. "It will be our secret. I promise."

Traynor seemed to be considering it, looking down at the sponge, but Liara didn't wait for an answer. She reached outside the tub, got her hands behind the girl's head and found the ballgag's buckle. It came undone with a little work, and then she was popping it out from between the girl's teeth and dangling the saliva-soaked thing before her. Sam looked at it, looked at Liara, and reached out to take out. Liara pulled it away. "First, answer me. Liara T'Soni, have you ever heard that name?"

Sam nodded.

"You can speak now," Liara told her and held up the ballgag. "I've removed this, remember?"

The girl licked her lips. "Yes," she spoke, her voice quiet and timid. "I've heard that name."

Liara nodded, thinking. "You may continue to wash me as we speak if you wish."

Sam considered it, nodded, and began soaking the sponge and working soap into it.

"What did Shepard say about me?" Liara asked, trying not to sound too eager. "Did she say... did she say she missed me or anything?"

Samantha took the sponge to Liara's arm, holding it with one hand while she scrubbed with the other. The warmth and soap felt good. "I don't really remember..."

Liara pursed her lips, annoyed. "Well that won't do, will it? Think, Sam. And not so rough. Be gentle with me."

Sam slowed the scrubbing down. "Commander likes it hard and fast."

"Well Liara doesn't," Liara explained. "Keep going. And tell me more about Shepard. Has she had other 'guests' here in the last few months?"

Samantha shook her head quickly as she moved the sponge up to Liara's neck and began to gently massage the soapy surface into the asari's blue skin.

"You're lying," Liara said. "If you want, I can have Shepard come in here and answer for you. I'm sure she'll be thrilled you allowed me to remove your gag too."

Samantha stopped scrubbing, looking up at Liara with fearfully wide eyes. "No!"

"Then answer me. Who was here."

Sam swallowed, sighed, and continued scrubbing. "Lots of people. Lots of men. Lots of women. They came and went, but all the while... the commander never seemed happy. She didn't get happy until she came up with this plan. This plan to bring together all the people she'd worked with and... steal them, I guess."

Liara nodded thoughtfully. "And how long has she been planning this?"

Sam moved to Liara's back and started scrubbing the asari's shoulder blades. "A week or two, I guess."

"Slow down, I like my back done carefully," Liara told her. "And why did she wait two weeks before springing her big plan into action?"

"She wanted it to be perfect, I think," Samantha explained, slowing the scrubbing down. "I haven't seen the commander this... excited... this... determined … in a long time. I think she was getting bored of life before this."

"Getting bored with you you mean?" Liara asked, glancing over her shoulder.

The girl's face looked sad. "I don't know. I guess."

Liara considered this. "So... Shepard was miserable without me. It makes sense now. We've been together before, you know, the commander and I. A long time ago now. It was... magical."

"Congratulations," Sam said behind her.

Liara smirked at the sting of jealousy in the girl's voice. "Scrub my feet clean now," the asari said, kicking her feet up onto the edge of the tub. "And take this even slower than before. I want to savor it."

The girl stopped rubbing her back and headed over to the end of the tub, taking a seat beside Liara's feet. She looked down nervously. Liara held back a laugh. She'd remembered Shepard mentioning the girl had a 'thing' for feet. "Go on. Scrub." Sam lifted her legs gently by the ankle and set them in her lap before going to work, starting with the soles. Liara was sure to let out an audible moan a few seconds in. "I imagine Shepard doesn't want you getting too... friendly with anyone other than her, yes?"

Sam looked worried. She quickly shook her head and kept scrubbing.

"Yeah... too bad about that rule," Liara said, enjoying playing with the girl. After all, Shepard had chosen to take her to this mansion months ago, while Liara herself had to wait and wait and the only got an invite because it was part of some master scheme to throw a grand party. It wasn't fair. She loved Shepard. All she ever wanted was the commander's love in return. But she didn't get it, did she? It made her angry. She glanced up at the girl in her latex suit and squinted. "You've hurt my foot. Kiss and make it better," she said, lifting her foot into the air.

"No!" Samantha snapped, backing away. "The Commander would never allow it!"

"Do it," Liara repeated.

The girl shook her head, stood, and turned for the door.

"If you walk out that door, I'll tell Shepard you took your gag off mid-bath and tried sucking on my toes against my will."

Samantha froze and turned back to the asari, horrified. "But... that's not true!"

Liara grinned. "Maybe it is and maybe it isn't. That depends on you, I suppose. The lucky gal you are... Shepard's personal little fuck toy. I wonder if she listens much to the girl she keeps caged and ballgagged?"

Sam put her head down.

Liara glared out of the tub at her. "I'm done with you, anyway. Here," she said, chucking the ballgag at the girl. It hit the floor and slid to her stilettoed feet. "Stick it back in, sweetheart, you look dumb standing there with your mouth open."

Sam picked it up, gave Liara one last, wounded, look and then turned and quickly exited the bathroom. Liara smiled and put her head back against the tub to relax. Served the girl right. No one should be Shepard's personal fuck toy... no one but her of course. Now, she just had to figure out a way to get the rest of them out of the picture. Then Shepard was hers.

All hers.

-Ashley-

"Chief Williams," Detective Guan Rodriguez greeted as he stepped into Ashely's quarters aboard the Alliance Cruiser. "Pleasure to meet you."

Ash stood up and saluted. "Detective," she greeted with a curt nod of her head.

"I know this is... well, it's just kind of strange I guess, meeting like this, but..."

"It's fine," Ashley told him. "What's up? You said something over the datapad about missing people?"

The detective sat at a chair in front of her desk, and Ashley sat after him. She was new to having her own quarters, and wasn't sure about all the protocols and social standards that went with it. "Liara T'Soni. Miranda Lawson. Jack AKA 'Suject Zero'. Those names ring a bell?"

Ash smiled before nodding her head. "Of course. I worked with Dr. T'Soni, as most people know, a... a long time ago. The other two... I only recognize their names because I know Shepard got tangled up with them when she joined up with Cerberus." Just saying the word 'Cerberus' left a bad taste in her mouth. "What do they all have in common, though, detective?"

"Good question," Rodriguez said. "All three of them went missing about twenty-four hours ago."

Ashley considered it. "Could be coincidental."

The detective lit a cigar, not bothering to ask if it was okay to do so. Ashley wondered if detective's even had to ask. Or if smoking was just something that went hand-in-hand with your own private office. "It's not," he said, exhaling. "All three of them were spotted last... with your old pal and former commander. Shepard."

Ash raised an eyebrow. "Really? Commander Shepard?" She hadn't seen the woman in months; the thought of her, though, still made her feel... strong. The Commander was always so fearless and brave and determined. "That's strange. Is Shepard missing too?"

"No. At least, we don't think so," the detective explained. "Rumor has it that Shepard settled down on some remote planet a half a year ago and retired."

Ashley shook her head. "That doesn't sound like her at all."

The detective shrugged. "Either way, we think we know the planet. We traced back a very large purchase to Shepard's credit line around that time a few months back. Tracked down the seller. Turns out to be a guy who deals in very exclusive homes in uncharted regions of the Galaxy."

Ashley was still shaking her head. "Why are you telling me all this? If you suspect Shepard... why haven't you gone to her yourself?"

"Look we don't suspect Shepard. Shepard is a god damned hero. The 'Hero of the Citadel'. So if we go pounding on her door asking questions, it makes us look bad, see? But if her old pal suddenly showed up..."

Ashley nodded. "Even if she's not involved, it doesn't look like the Alliance is questioning her. I get it."

"You in?"

Ashley thought of Shepard's smiling face, her long, flowing, hair, her scent, her leadership, her charisma. The Commander was undeniably the most interesting person she'd ever met. And there was no way she was passing up a chance to see her again.

"I'm in."

-Liara-

She found the commander in the kitchen, one of the smaller, more modest, rooms in the whole house. Shepard was leaning into the refrigerator, that round and pretty butt of hers sticking out. "Hello, Commander," Liara greeted, leaning against the wall beside the fridge and presenting herself. She had left her zip-up in the bathroom, and was completely naked. Before she'd come down, she pinched and tweaked at her nipples too to make them erect and more... appealing, for the commander.

Shepard lifted her head, looked at Liara, sized her up, and smiled. "Very nice. And clean. I like that," Shepard said, biting her lip. "Mmm, I almost want to take you right here right now, Liara."

Liara contained her excitement. "Oh? Well... I suppose if you'd like... we-"

Shepard laughed. "I'm kidding, Liara. The party is only just beginning. We can't fuck already! We'd kill all the tension in the air."

Liara had to hide her disappointment even more. "Of course," she said, forcing laughter. "I was... kidding too."

Shepard stared down at her chest. "I like those tits, though." She reached over and gave one a squeeze. "You asari... you've got such pretty skin."

"Oh, you're just being generous, Shepard," Liara said, batting her eyes.

"Commander," Shepard corrected. "Don't make that mistake again."

Liara nodded. "Oh, yes, of course, commander." Shepard stuck her head back into the fridge and Liara stepped closer and laid a hand gently on her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to eat something," Shepard said. "I usually have the volus or Sam or someone make the food, but... they've had a busy day. I don't mind cooking something up. Actually, since you're here and free... for now, heh... run downstairs and ask Jack and Miranda what they want. I feel a little bad about being so hard on them today. They needed it, though. It was necessary. But... I will feed them a good meal. So go find that out."

Liara swallowed. "Um, I'll call for Sam to do that, maybe? I'll stay here with you. Help you cook, commander," she said, rubbing Shepard's arm softly.

"Did you not get the memo? I'm not asking you anything, Liara," Shepard said, suddenly annoyed. "Go do what I told you to do. That's it."

Liara took her hand away quickly. "Sorry, my commander. I will do as you say." She walked out of the kitchen gritting her teeth. This wasn't what she'd signed up for. She wanted Shepard, that was all. Not to be some... house servant.

The stairs leading off the kitchen wound down to a dark, chilly, floor. Liara saw the path split in two at the bottom, and unsure of where the other two whores were, she simply chose a direction and went. At the end of a long hall, she came to a little room with a single door, a desk, a stand-up light, and Miranda Lawson, tied to a chair and blindfolded.

"Shepard?" The woman called out upon hearing Liara's approach, her voice thick with accented English. "Shepard, I'm starving over here. And I'd like to go to the bathroom. Please. You've left me here for over two hours."

Liara opened her mouth to correct the woman, but then closed it. She glared down at Miranda... and her perfect little body. Her big, perfect breasts and her tight ass. She thought back to the way Shepard had looked at her... had called her name when that terrible tattooed woman shoved her down.

"Shepard?" Miranda tried again, the blindfold keeping her guessing.

Liara spotted a roll of duct tape on the desk beside the chair.

"I'm sorry. I meant commander," Miranda corrected. "Is that it? Is that what you wanted? Just answer me, commander."

Liara realized she hated this women with her stupid accent and her large breasts. She stormed to the desk, picked up the roll of tape, and began ripping it from the roll.

"Shepard what are you doing?" Miranda snapped. "I haven't done anything but sit here and-"

Liara began wrapping the roll around the woman's mouth, over and over and over, around and around and around. It was in her hair, and it would hurt like hell coming off, but she didn't care. She just wanted to shut that accent up.

"Mmmmmmmmmph!" Miranda shouted into the tape, but with every layer Liara wrapped around her lips, the shouting grew quieter and quieter.

Finally satisfied when Miranda could do little more than softly hum, Liara let the roll drop and stormed out of the room. This time she took the other fork in the path, and this time she found the other little whore that was vying for Shepard's attention. The bald, tattooed, woman who'd hurt her elbow and gotten her all dirty before.

"Shepard?" Jack said over her shoulder. She was strapped down to a table and bent over, so she could not turn enough to see Liara standing there. "It's fucking done, alright? That fucking ice melted down to the last drop and I didn't say a god damned word so now get the fuck over here and get me off this fucking table. You hear me?"

Liara frowned, unsure of what she meant about the ice. She studied the woman and saw her lower back was wet, and the wetness had leaked down off her and soaked the top of her panties. Then she spotted the refrigerator in the corner of the room and stifled a laugh upon realizing Shepard had been torturing the bitch.

"Are you fucking laughing!?" Jack snapped.

Liara spotted a pair of rags lying beside the table the bald woman was strapped to. She crept up slowly behind Jack, plucked them away quickly, and looped one over the bitch's bald little head, blindfolding her.

"What the fuck, Shepard!?" Jack barked. "This wasn't the fucking deal!"

Finished, she grabbed the second rag, looped it over the bitch's bald little head again, and tied it tight between her teeth. "Ouu phugging MICH!" Jack screamed into the gag.

Liara smiled. She happily sauntered over to the fridge, retrieved an ice cube from within, and as she passed the tattooed loudmouth, she set it carefully down on her lower back where the wet spot had been. This sent Jack into a muffled, thrashing, frenzy, that Liara only snickered at and headed back upstairs.

"They didn't want to eat," she told Shepard when she arrived back in the kitchen. "They both seemed very angry about the way you left them, my commander."

Shepard lifted her brow. "Are you serious? They haven't eaten all day. Now doesn't seem like the time to throw a fast in protest of my 'wicked ways'."

"That's what I said," Liara explained. "I practically begged them to reconsider, but they were very determined to prove they were above you and your food, commander."

Shepard sighed. "I'm too damn tired to deal with this tonight. If they don't want to eat, fuck 'em I guess. I'll force them to eat tomorrow morning."

"Yes, very wise, commander," Liara agreed. "You should call it a night. I can... come with you. Stay with you... in your bedroom."

Shepard looked her over again. "Yeah... you can stay in my bedroom, Liara. Come on."

Liara couldn't hide the smile from her face as she scurried along behind the commander, up the stairs, and into her main chamber above. The room was huge, dark, and wonderful-smelling – everything Liara imagined it to be. The bed was at the far end of the room; crimson, silk, sheets lined a round mattress. A mirror ran the length of the ceiling above, and Liara watched her own, smiling, face as they approached the bed.

"Lay down," Shepard told her.

"Yes, commander," Liara obeyed and sprawled out on the bed. "Thank you for allowing me to enter your bedroom, my commander."

Shepard went to a dresser beside the bed and fetched a pair of cuffs.

Liara spotted them and laughed. "You want me tied down?"

"Yeah," Shepard said. She reached out, grabbed Liara's wrists, and locked them together above her head; the chain passed through a pole on the headboard.

Liara tugged at them, finding herself tightly secured. "Oh, I like it, commander. Do what you want with me."

Shepard laughed, went to the foot of the bed, and spread out Liara's legs. Then the commander pulled straps out from beneath the mattress and fastened her ankles into them; one at each side of the bed so that they were spread out about as far as they could spread.

"Oh, commander!" Liara cooed, closing her eyes and rolling her head back. "Take me now!" She could feel her crotch moistening and expanding, eager to be entered.

"Goodbye, Liara," Shepard said.

"What?" Liara snapped, lifting her head.

But Shepard had already left.

She let her head fall back to the mattress, trying to figure out why the commander would have done something like that. She didn't-

-Samantha came walking around the corner, out of the side bathroom, grinning.

Liara frowned, confused, and felt her heart beat quicken. A bad feeling lurched in her stomach. "What the fuck are you doing in here? This is Shepard's bedroom! Get out!"

Sam removed her stiletto-heels and walked barefoot to the side of the bed, staring down at Liara, smiling. She yanked off her hood and shook free a tangle of dark, shoulder-length, hair.

"What are you doing!?" Liara barked. "Get away from me! Right now! Shepard!" She called to the door. "Shepard, help me!"

Sam leaned down and stuck her ballgag between Liara's open mouth. Liara's eye widened and she began mumbling in furious protest. Sam packed it in tight and ran the straps around the back of her head, buckling it in place.

"Garmmph mermpha MMF! MMF MMF!" Liara began shouting into the gag.

Sam walked calmly to the dresser and pulled something big out. When she walked to the foot of the bed and turned, Liara saw, to her horror, what it was.

The girl had strapped on a very large dildo around her waist. She stood with her hands on her hips, giggling, and swaying her hips side-to-side so the big fake penis waggled.

"MMMMPH!" Liara protested, shaking her head.

"I told the commander what you did to me in the bathroom," Sam said. "Just now. In the kitchen. She didn't seem pleased. Said I could take... all night with you if I wanted to."

"MM-MMF! MM-MMF!" Liara pleaded, the ballgag already making pools of drool drip down her chin.

"I asked for all morning, too," Sam said, kneeling down on the bed between Liara's spread legs. "She said if I wanted? I could spend the next month fucking you silly for how you treated me."

Liara was beyond fear. She was frenzied, enraged, delirious. She bucked her hips and pulled at her wrists and bit into the big, disgusting, ball wedged between her teeth, but nothing was giving in. She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't get away.

Sam shook her head. "You're pathetic"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Liara tried; one last desperate whine.

"What was it you said when you were making me scrub your back and kiss your feet? 'Be gentle with me', was that it?" Sam asked and positioned herself between Liara's hips.

Liara shook her head frantically.

"Oh, I'm going to be gentle. I'm going to be gentle for a long, long, time with you."

Then the dildo entered her, Sam thrusting her way inside Liara's crotch with a delighted laugh. Liara moaned and groaned and moaned some more as the girl in the latex outfit thrusted away, harder and harder and harder. Liara caught her reflection in the mirror above the bed and the sight of herself getting fucked by that girl and her strap on was sickening. She turned away, but eventually the momentum of her rocking body shook her head straight again and she was staring at herself once more. And Sam? Sam laughed and laughed as she fucked.

There would be breaks, but not many, and not long.

And Liara would be worn out before the night was even halfway through.

Samantha Traynor never had so much fun.