Liara

In the dead of night, Liara was wide awake, mind full of images and sounds of the previous day. A singular scene repeating on an endless loop, somehow getting more lewd with each new pass it took through her mind's eye. She shut her eyes forcibly, tossed and turned, tried to banish them away, focus on something else. It was not to be.

Since coming under the protection (or, perhaps, captivity) of one Rob Daily, Liara had made her mission to make herself as small and ignorable as possible, just blend into the background, and ride out this month as quickly and painlessly as possible. The strategy had served her well, until that day.

Curse her luck, of course she would be the only person in the vicinity at the time to see it all. Neytiri emerging from a room, bathed in pink light, her body blown up to proportions one would find on an Asari maiden fresh out of a trip to the augmentation clinic. Her and Rob Daily, conversing and playing and then... fucking. Rutting. Mr Daily's cock swelling and growing to great size and plunging into Neytiri's gaping, dripping slit....

Liara grunted and furrowed her brow, trying to ignore the warming sensation spreading through her body.

She could have left at anytime, but no, Liara watched most of the act, eyes wide in shock and mouth agape, her mind stalled entirely. They had gone for hours, or what seemed like hours, before Liara finally tore herself away, flushing and breathing heavily.

In the aftermath of it all, it was impossible to ignore the change in Neytiri, or Ney-Ney, as she now referred to herself. She was bright and sunny and cheerful - and also incredibly vapid and dumb and very, very horny. Where once she only offered scornful looks to Rob and his cadre of slavegirls, now she gazed up Rob with wide, worshipful eyes and happily mingled with the other girls, eagerly referring to herself as another of Rob's ****. The formally proud huntress now spent all day shopping on the human internet, drinking alcoholic or caffeinated concoctions that were also hyper-sweet, watching vapid programs online or on their primitive television devices, or fucking. Ney-Ney seemingly lived for sex, spreading her long legs for anyone who asked.

And the worst of it all was... Liara much preferred this Neytiri! Before, the Na'vi woman was nothing but rude and unpleasant, but now she was all too sweet and cheerful to everyone around her. Yes, she was also very, very stupid and very, very horny - smitten with Rob and submitting herself to him - but Liara couldn't argue this wasn't a net positive change.

Sighing heavily in the dark, Liara opened her eyes. She was bunking with Ahsoka and Barris tonight, the two sharing one bed in a platonic fashion, which was nice. Living in this house, a monument to love and lust and subjugation, seeing such a pure friendship was just the grounding she needed.

If Liara was being honest, what was bothering her wasn't necessarily seeing Ney-Ney's transformation and the resulting sex show in the middle of the foyer, it was the man himself. Rob Daily terrified her. From the moment they first met, Liara had almost been overwhelmed by the sheer **** of the aura he radiated. She did not know if human could naturally develop biotic or psionic powers, but Rob had something like that with him. Looking at him was like looking directly at the sun... from about two million kilometers out, just beyond the rays of the corona. The unmitigating magnitude of it all was indescribable, it filled Liara with a cold, impossible dread, as it filled her mind and attempted to subsume it. Rob Daily said sexual slavery was a common practice on Earth; Liara did not believe it. She believed this psionic power he wielded was what bent all of these women living with him - Neytiri included - to his will, that it bent the very arc of the universe and the will of others to him. That, one day, Ashoka or Barris, sleeping peacefully nearby, could be next.

That she could be next.

Liara swallowed something, trembling beneath her sheets. Her smooth blue flesh was damp with perspirations, flushed and warm to the touch. Other parts of her were warmer, especially when she thought of Mr. Daily. Her people had an infamous reputation for being young, wild sluts, spreading across the galaxy in their youth to engage in illicit, outrageous fun. Liara... was not like that, not now, not ever. But did Rob think she was? Did he know about Asari maidens and their proclivities to youthful lust and wanton carnality?

With a frustrated sigh, Liara ripped off the curtains and went to get dressed. Such intrusive thoughts needed to be dealt with. She needed something to occupy her mind, something to safeguard her against the psionic might of her captor. And she had a crazy idea. That blaring pink room Neytiri emerged from, which heralded her transformation - Liara had memorized it's location the ground-floor foyer since then, eyes wandering towards it unconsciously every time she passed. From there, she too could feel a powerful psionic presence flowing from it, all together familiar to the aura which cloaked Ro Daily.

Perhaps, just perhaps, the two were connected and if Liara could understand that strange room, she could shield her mind from falling under his sway.

True to his word, Rob denied his guests nothing. They could ask for just about any item and he would provide it. In this case, he had been gracious to gift Liara a tablet computer, Earth's tech level being practically primitive compared to what she was used to, but it would serve it's purpose.

In the dead of night, like a thief, Liara crept from her bedroom to the ground level foyer. The manor was dark and quiet, which was odd, as Rob and his harem seemed to lack the biological necessity to sleep - notably, Neytiri slept on the regular before her conversion, but now seemed to party all night without stopping. Liara was expecting that the halls of the house would be rocking with the distinct sounds of a wild orgy, but no, it was deathly quiet, darkness and stillness cloaking the house.

Still, Liara did not want to take any chances, sneaking as best she could with the lightest of footsteps that she could manage, out of her room, down the stairs, and towards the door containing the mysterious room. In the blackness of the middle of the night, lurid pink light leaked out of the cracks of the shut door, bright and blaring, like the intense colouration of a fish or reptile broadcasting it's toxicity.

Liara approached the Pink Room as if it were such a dangerous animal, slowing down to a cautious crawl, breathing in slow, steady pulses, doing everything she could to blend in to the shadows and minimize any noise she might make. The house might have been oddly quiet, but Liara didn't want to chance it. There was a basement level to the house, she knew, so it was entirely possible Rob and his **** girls were engaging in some madcap bacchanalia beneath her feet, ready to emerge and blindside her at any moment.

Liara took out her primitive tablet and a long cable that claimed it's two ports were universal, a trait Liara highly doubted, and went to work at the edge of the threshold to the alluring, corrupting pinkness. Having seen Ney-Ney emerge from the room, briefly seeing the interior, Liara had also seen the source of that pink infection - a video monitor. That meant that, whatever it was that had changed the Na'vi woman (and a few of Rob's other pets, considering their lack of intellect and propensity for giggling) was technological in nature, at least partly.

So, Liara's plan was a simple one: creep in to the room, hook up one end of the cable to the monitor, and copy the core coding of whatever program was behind this phenomenon so that Liara could study it at her leisure. Of course, Liara was an archeologist, not a computer scientist of any sort, but she had done enough dabbling in the field she was confident she could discern some kernel of knowledge to help her ward off Rob Daily and his sinister advances. That wouldn't be the problem.

No, the problem would be not looking into the mesmerizing pink glow and falling under the same spell that captivated Ney-Ney. To avoid one errant look that would sap Liara of her will, her intellect, and her agency, transforming her into a dimwitted, sexed-up fuck-toy, a parody of even the most promiscuous Asari maidens.

To avoid becoming, as the humans would say a "bimbo."

Liara shuddered just thinking of the term. Such a crude, vulgar word. "Bimbo". Oversexed sluts with hardly any braincells to work with. "Bimbo". Beachball breasts and pinchable waists, drool cascading from two sets of puffy lips. "Bimbo". "Bimbo".

Bimbo.

Bimbo.

Bimbo.

Liara swallowed again, forcing the fear back down in the pit of her stomach, banishing it and the image of a blue-skinned Asari bimbo flaunting her assets. That... was not her. That would never be her.

Steeling herself one last time, Liara prayed to whatever power might be looking out for her and stormed into the breech.

And... it all went fairly easy, actually. She held her eyes as tightly closed as possible, not even daring to open one a bare millimetre. blindly charging into the den of the beast. Still, even with that safeguard, pinkness pierced through the thin membrane of her eyelids, followed by a pleasant warmth. For a moment, as Liara blindly fumbled to find the wall, then the monitor, hands tracing it's exterior to find a port or jack, Liara felt as if she was submerged in a warm bath. The perfect temperature, just on the edge of scalding. The air above the water was chilled, so steam wafted off the heated water, bring with it the aromatics used to scent it. Warm spice and bright florals, the scent of comfort and pleasure. A sigh escaped Liara's lips, as she felt that pleasure rip through her body, from bald head to the tips of her toes. For a moment, she imagined just floating in this bath, letting herself drift away, and -

All at once, Liara emerged from the bath and pulled herself away from the room, slamming the door shut behind her. The clamour of it echoed through the empty house (there was no doubt someone had heard her now), as Liara fell to her knees, gasping for breath, her entire body shuddering. She had torn herself away from that damned Pink Room and shut the door, but still, she did not allow herself to open her eyes for nearly five minutes afterwards.

When she did, Liara's mood turned from dread to delighted, her so-called universal chord anchored between tablet and something in the room, and said tablet displaying a message saying it had connected to a new device. She had done it! It had gone perfectly! Better than perfect, actually, as she felt the ripples of pink prod at her psyche, only to turn away. She had come face-to-face with Rob Daily's machinations and bested them!

Feeling invincible and very giddy, Liara quickly went to work at the woefully underpowered computer, accessing the files within whatever system powered that room and making a copy of it for herself. Detaching the tablet, Liara scooped it up and left the cable abandoned and connected to the Pink Room, hurrying away to find a quiet corner to work. It looked like it would be a long night ahead of her still, but Liara could hardly care about that.

And that's because there was no way she would end up succumbing to the dreadful psychic powers her host and captor wielded.