Samara, and she's in danger.

Samara rode in the elevator in silence. She wasn't sure why Commander Shepard wanted to speak to her all of a sudden. Nothing interesting had happened as of late, at least nothing relevant to her. Nevertheless, her oath bound her to Shepard's will, and she obeyed without question. When the door opened to the Captain's Quarters, she strode out and stepped up to Shepard, who was sitting at her desk reading something on the monitor

"Commander," she said, taking an attentive stance, arms behind her beck, chest forward, back straight. She could hear the shower running. Apparently Shepard and Liara had had an early morning liaison.

"Thank you for joining me Samara," she said, taking a sip of coffee she had in a nearby cup without turning to look at the Asari. "I wanted to discuss something with you." She turned the monitor on her desk, then turned herself to address Samara directly. "You know what this is?" Samara leaned in and started reading. After a few sentences, she leaned out again.

"The Justicar Code, Oaths of Subsumation," she confirmed, her face set in stone, but a flicker of uncertainty and confusion flashing in her eyes.

"Liara procured a digital copy of them for me. I was curious to see just how strenuous your lifestyle really was. Have to say, I'm very impressed," Shepard sipped her coffee again.

"Thank you Shepard," Samara nodded, still uncertain as to what the meaning of all this was. "It has never been an easy path, but it has brought me peace of mind. Thanks in no small part to your efforts." A vision of Morinth's final moments flashed back through her mind.

"That's kind of you to say..." She paused, as if considering her next words with additional care. "I, uh, presume you can recite these from memory?" Shepard asked. Samara nodded again; that was standard operation procedure for any Justicar from day one. She'd been doing this a long time, but she'd never forgotten so much as a letter of the code. "Good, then I'll stop beating around the bush. I appreciate all you've done Samara, and I appreciate having your confidence. A crew needs to be able to trust in their commander. However, a commander also needs to trust my crew, and you've been holding out on me."

"Shepard?"

"When were you going to tell me about the leash around your neck?"

"I... don't follow." Her hesitation said otherwise, which Shepard noted.

"Justicars aren't just physically conditioned, are they Samara?" Shepard asked, leading to Samara visibly paling for a moment. "During your training, your minds are reshaped. This code isn't just something you believe in. It's something that's been programmed into you. You can only view the world through the lens it gives you."

"It may appear unorthodox," Samara said, regaining some of her composure. "However it is no different than imposing the military mindset onto recruits. You do not think the same way you did before you joined the military, do you?" Shepard said nothing, instead simply meeting the eyes of the asari matriarch with the same steely resolve as she had. "I thought not."

"You know, that may be true Samara, but there's one issue: at no point did the Alliance put a trigger in my head to make me due what they wanted," Shepard declared, getting to her feet and into Samara's face, which was visibly startled once again.

"How did you..." She mumbled.

"Liara found out when she was getting me this text. Apparently when your order was still young, you had some go bad, real bad, and the Asari felt they needed a little insurance to make sure you were brought to heel. They made sure if you ever stepped out of line, they'd have a way to shut you down, and make sure that free will didn't get in the way of the duties you were supposed to have."

Samara could not form words, for no words she grasped for would be of any assistance here. What Shepard said had been true. There had been Justicars who went against orthodoxy, who acted with their own interests in mind, and with their power and skills they were dangerous women who could do a lot of damage. Since then, no Justicar had been allowed to leave the temple without having an off switch hypnotically implanted into their brains. A single word, one of the Justicar's own choosing, which would suppress almost all of their brain functions and leave them programmable husks who could have any inconvenient thoughts removed and replaced with ones more befitting of their station, ones that would persist as part of them long after they had been awoken to full awareness again. In theory, all it would take is a word, and the Justicar's identity could be demolished and totally reconstructed in a new form in the span of an afternoon. Of course, only a select few knew the words even existed, much less how to acquire and use them.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous you could be if one of our enemies got a hold of this info?" Shepard asked seriously.

"That would be exceptionally unlikely..."

"Unlikely isn't impossible Samara. You should have told me."

"I cannot speak the word aloud without activating myself. Even looking upon it can dull my sense of self. I could not tell you without falling into my own trap, so to speak. However, the word was chosen by me, and is of significance only to me and three others, one of whom is now deceased. For an enemy to discover it, they would have to be targeting me personally.

"And that's difficult to imagine why? You're the law, whether you like it or not Samara, and that means people who have it in for you might go to **** lengths to get even with you..." Shepard sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Samara. Really I am."

"For what?"

"This. Mirala."

The moment the word registered, a shiver seemed to run through Samara's body and every muscle instantly tensed. Her eyes widened before rolling back, her last expression one of absolute terror. Then her facial muscles went slack and her head fell forward. After a moment, she straightened out, revealing two wide eyes with contracted pupils.

It had not been easy to secure Samara's trigger phrase, but once Liara found it, she and Shepard had considered long and hard what to do with the information. It had obviously been a profane breach of her privacy, but Samara had likewise jeopardized their security by failing to disclose this weakness. As far as they were concerned, she brought this on herself.

Liara stepped out of the shower, drying off her dripping naked form with a towel.

"It seems the word did the trick."

"It seems so,” Shepard said, getting to her feet and waving her hand in front of Samara’s face. No reaction.

“Hardly an ironclad test,” Liara shook her head, disappointed. Shepard looked at her, flushed with embarrassment, before Liara gave a little dismissive wave. “Go on. You know you want to.” With a sigh, Shepard turned back to Samara, then reached out, pulled open Samara’s top, and groped one of her breasts, giving it a good squeeze and gently teasing the nipple with her thumb. No reaction.

“Not a thought in her head,” she confirmed.

“Of course not,” Liara said, walking up and draping her naked body off her lover’s shoulders. “Has my info ever been wrong?”

“No,” Shepard admitted. “Though I still can’t believe you talked me into this.”

"That was just my natural charm," Liara smiled, planting a kiss on Shepard's cheek. "I've always had a way with words... or rather... I've always had a way with you." That much was most definitely true. "Speaking of which... Which of us is going to have our way with her first?"

"Whose to say we can't share?" Shepard grinned, and the two crept towards the empty-minded Samara to initiate her into her new life...

...

It wasn't hard to sell the crew on Samara's departure. According to the official story, Shepard agreed to release Samara from her oath, and she left without a word when they reached port. With Liara making some adjustments to EDI to corroborate their story and dissuade snoopers, namely Kasumi, they made sure no one asked any further questions.

When they arrived at the Citadel for extended shore leave, Shepard and Liara snuck Samara off the ship, and conveyed her to some of Liara's contacts for some extensive and highly experimental cosmetic and medical treatments. It took several days, but they were a complete success. Samara's body was rejuvenated, her age halved, and in fact she looked a lot like her late daughter Morinth, only with bigger boobs and a bigger butt, which spilled out of a tight black corset with white frills, the only article of clothing she was allowed to wear now besides for a matching white headpiece and pair of black heels. They kept her in their apartment as their personal sex-**** maid. She, of course, had no mind of her own with which to object and submissively accepted her new life.

"Oh Samara... Yes! Right there! Ooh..." Liara moaned, her legs wrapped around Samara's head as she lapped away at her pussy. Shepard was out on an errand and wouldn't be back for some time. Some would be suspicious of such an excuse, but Liara had Shepard surveilled no matter where she went, and she trusted that Jane knew better than to try and cheat on her. After all, the things done to Samara were kind compared to what she could when she was angry. So instead, she decided to indulge their ****, and test her ability to satisfy once again.

"Ah!" Liara's head rolled back in pleasure as she fondled her own breasts. She looked back down with satisfaction as Samara continued. "With that kind of skill... I have to ask... Were you a naughty girl before you became a Justicar I wonder? Or maybe... When you were a justicar?" She flashed an evil girl.

"Yes mistress," Samara confirmed. "When I discovered my daughters were Ardat-Yakshi, I let them use me for sexual gratification, and pleasured them however they wished. I was their living sex toy. I only sent them away when I could no longer satisfy them."

"Goddess... That's so depraved... and so hot! Ohhh... Yes... Keep licking... More..." Liara moaned. Samara licked with increased vigor. "Ohh... Yes... Yesss... AHHH!!"

Her fingers digging into the sheets, Liara arched her back and gave a low grunt as her body jolted. "Ah! Samara!" Liara cried, reaching down to grasp the back of the Justicar's head, pressing it against her pussy as she climaxed. Samara lapped up every drop without objection. It was safe to say she passed the test with flying colors. Once the tremors subsided, Liara untangled her legs from Samara's head, and leaned back in satisfaction. Samara waited patiently on her knees, her face dripping.

"You're just perfect this way," Liara mused. "So docile. So compliant. So eager to please... Do you remember one of the first things I asked you after we completed your transformation?"

"You commanded me to provide you with the names of every contact in the Asari Republics charged with investigating the Shadow Broker and their organization. I obeyed."

"Yes you did," Liara replied, patting Samara on the head gratefully, "and because of you they're all dead now, or at least permanently indisposed. Asari law enforcement will be set back by centuries and no one will be able to touch me. How does that make you feel ****? Knowing you betrayed all your most trusted associates and condemned them to ****? Do you feel guilty? Do you feel sad? Do you feel happy? Maybe even... Aroused?"

"I feel nothing you do not wish me to feel mistress. They would not have understood your beneficence and tried to stop you. That could not be allowed."

"Good girl...' Liara gave her pet a soft pat on the head. "Now then, go make me a drink."