Objectication

Shepard’s breath was ragged, her body trembling as Liara’s touch continued to ignite waves of pleasure through her. The medical bay seemed to fade into the background, the world narrowing to the space between them—to Liara’s commanding presence and the way it made Shepard’s resolve crumble. Every nerve in her body was on fire, every thought in her head consumed by the need to give in, to let go, to obey.

Liara’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as she stepped back, her eyes never leaving Shepard’s. She reached into a drawer beside the console, her movements deliberate, and pulled out a small array of items. Shepard’s eyes widened as she saw them: a blindfold, a gag, a set of restraints, and something else—something that made her stomach twist with a mix of dread and anticipation.

“What… what are you doing?” Shepard stammered, her voice shaking as she tried to steady herself. She wanted to move, to fight, but her body felt heavy, unresponsive. The program—Liara’s program—was everywhere, coursing through her veins, clouding her mind.

“I’m going to show you what it means to be mine,” Liara said, her tone soft but laced with an edge that sent a shiver down Shepard’s spine. “You’re going to become something new, Shepard. Something… beautiful.”

Shepard’s heart raced as Liara approached, the items in her hands gleaming under the soft light of the medical bay. She tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in her throat. Her body betrayed her, leaning forward almost instinctively as Liara came closer, her breath hitching as the asari’s fingers brushed against her cheek.

“Shh,” Liara murmured, her voice gentle but firm. “Don’t fight it. You’ve already said yes, haven’t you?”

Shepard hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to resist, to pull away, but the desire—the raw, unrelenting need—was too strong. She nodded slowly, her eyes locked on Liara’s, and felt a strange sense of relief as the asari smiled in approval.

“Good girl,” Liara purred, her fingers tracing a path down Shepard’s neck. “Now, let’s begin.”

The blindfold came first, soft and smooth as it was fastened over Shepard’s eyes. The world disappeared, leaving her in darkness, her other senses heightened. She could hear the sound of her own heartbeat, feel the cool air against her skin, and—most of all—sense Liara’s presence, overwhelming and intoxicating.

“There,” Liara said, her voice low and soothing. “No distractions. Just you and me.”

Shepard shivered as Liara’s hands moved to her wrists, securing them with the restraints. The material was firm but not painful, holding her in place with a gentle but unyielding grip. She tried to move, to test the bonds, but found herself unable to do so. The realization sent a jolt of panic through her, but it was quickly drowned out by the flood of desire that followed.

“Now, let’s make sure you stay quiet,” Liara said, her voice soft but commanding. Shepard felt the gag slide into place, the taste of it unfamiliar but not unpleasant. It filled her mouth, silencing her, and she could do nothing but moan softly as Liara adjusted it.

“Perfect,” Liara murmured, her fingers brushing against Shepard’s lips. “You look so beautiful like this, Shepard. So… submissive.”

Shepard’s breath quickened, her body reacting instinctively to Liara’s words. The combination of the blindfold, the restraints, and the gag made her feel ****, exposed, but also—strangely—safe. It was as if all the weight of her responsibilities, all the pressure she carried, had been lifted away, leaving her free to simply… feel.

Liara’s hands moved lower now, tracing the curves of Shepard’s body with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. Shepard gasped as Liara’s fingers found the clasp of her uniform, undoing it with practiced ease. The cool air hit her skin, making her shiver, but the sensation was quickly replaced by the warmth of Liara’s hands as they explored her body.

“So responsive,” Liara murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. “You’re already trembling for me, Shepard. I wonder how much more I can make you feel.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as Liara’s fingers brushed against her inner thigh, teasing her, making her squirm. She wanted to speak, to beg, but the gag rendered her powerless, leaving her with nothing but unintelligible sounds and the overwhelming sensation of Liara’s touch.

“Patience, Shepard,” Liara said, her tone almost chiding. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Shepard felt something cold and smooth press against her skin, and her stomach twisted with anticipation. She tried to move, to see what it was, but the restraints held her firmly in place. The uncertainty only heightened her arousal, her body trembling as Liara positioned the object against her entrance.

“This will help you relax,” Liara said, her voice soft but commanding. “Just breathe, Shepard. Let it in.”

Shepard gasped as the object—a butt plug, she realized—began to press inside her. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, but not painful. It stretched her, filled her, and she couldn’t help but moan softly as it settled into place.

“There,” Liara murmured, her fingers tracing the edge of the plug. “You’re taking it so well, Shepard. I’m proud of you.”

Shepard’s breath was ragged, her body trembling as she adjusted to the feeling of being filled. The plug seemed to amplify every sensation, every touch, making her feel both exposed and impossibly sensitive. She wanted to move, to writhe, but the restraints held her still, forcing her to simply endure the overwhelming pleasure.

“Now, let’s see how much more you can take,” Liara said, her voice low and sultry. Shepard felt something else press against her now—a vibrator, she realized—and her whole body tensed in anticipation.

“Relax, Shepard,” Liara murmured, her fingers gently guiding the vibrator into place. “Let me take care of you.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as the vibrator came to life, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. The sensations were intense, overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but moan as the vibrations seemed to echo through every part of her body.

“Good girl,” Liara purred, her hands moving to Shepard’s hips. “Just let go, Shepard. Let me take control.”

Shepard’s body trembled as the vibrations intensified, the pleasure building with every passing second. She wanted to speak, to beg, but the gag silenced her, leaving her with nothing but the overwhelming sensation of Liara’s touch and the vibrations coursing through her body.

“You’re mine now, Shepard,” Liara said, her voice low and commanding. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Shepard’s breath was ragged, her body trembling as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. She wanted to resist, to fight, but the program—Liara’s program—was everywhere, flooding her system with raw, unrelenting need. She was powerless, her body and mind completely consumed by the overwhelming sensations.

“That’s it, Shepard,” Liara murmured, her hands tightening their grip on Shepard’s hips. “Let go. Surrender.”

Shepard’s body arched as the pleasure finally reached its peak, her entire being consumed by the overwhelming sensations. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Liara watched with a satisfied smile as Shepard’s body went limp, her breathing ragged and uneven. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing against Shepard’s cheek, and leaned in close, her breath hot against Shepard’s ear.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Shepard,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with possessiveness. “So completely mine.”

Shepard’s breath hitched as Liara’s words sank in, her mind hazy and overwhelmed. She was powerless, completely at Liara’s mercy, and for the first time, she didn’t want to fight it. She wanted—needed—to surrender.

“Now, let’s see how much further we can push you,” Liara said, her voice low and sultry. “After all, you’re mine now, Shepard. And I intend to make the most of it.”