The Asari Justicar

Samara awoke, warm and contented. She felt better than she had in years, centuries even!

All because she had finally released herself from that bothersome Code!

For so long, the asari had laboured under delusions. That her work made the galaxy even remotely a better place, that her calling was a suitable way to atone for the evil she had put into it.

Personal delusions, but also ones about her entire people. She had once thought her race, the asari, a fierce, determined and capable people, spreading diplomacy and co-operation through the Milky Way.

Now, her eyes had been opened.

Samara sat up on the edge of the bed. She rolled her shoulders and stretched. A mirror opposite revealed her reflection, and she looked good. Harsh training for battle and survival had left her turquoise body lithe and surprisingly well-suited to loveplay.

The asari felt her pussy, tender, well-used and pleased like it had not been in a very long time. It made her smile, to think of the night before. Those hours with Master had been revelatory.

Samara stood, set off to find the man who had taught her so much in so short a time. She ignored the red leather combat jumpsuit splayed across the bedroom floor, and the skimpy robe hanging in the closet. She was happy to go without so much as a single stitch on her body. It felt... right.

She'd do without clothing, unless Master required it. Weapons, too. What use were those things to a whore, a ****, a pet?

"Master?" Samara called out, tone betraying both her admiration for the man, and her desire for a repeat of the previous night.

She checked the living room, and the kitchen, no sign of him amongst the expensive and modern décor. Next, her search brought her out onto the balcony. Master's house looked out onto rolling hills. Samara took a moment to admire the view, a series of gentle and grassy mounds, the gentle breeze blowing through every blade of grass in an impossibly perfect way. In the distance, a glittering Carduelian metropolis. Samara took a moment, savouring the wind, the scent of fruit trees, the warm sun on her naked body.

Such moments were a gift from the Goddess. No, Samara reminded herself. She had been shown, completely and utterly, the foolishness of her people's predominant belief system. When females were fit only to fuck, fetch, and birth babies, the idea of a female deity was simply risible. Master had allowed her this view, and when she saw him, she would show him her appreciation.

"There you are." Samara had heard his approach, before he ever spoke, certainly well before he extended a palm and smacked her on the ass, but she was pliant enough to know not to speak first.

Samara leaned back into him, awed by the oaklike strength of his body. Master may have been built more like Jeff Moreau, and less like a krogan, but that didn't change the dominating masculine strength she felt radiate from him so completely and utterly.

"Master." she purred, putting everything she felt for him into that one, powerful word.

"You served me well last night." Master told her. "Keep it up."

Samara quaked. She thought back to her maiden years. She had undergone brutal training from some of the galaxy's most formidable commandoes and battlemasters. Every begrudging nod, every look of quiet respect she had ever received from those legends meant nothing compared to those two terse sentences from Master, as he looked out over the balcony with those dark eyes, surveying his property.

"I live to serve you, Master." Samara said. The words burst almost unbidden, but to hear them pass her lips made her ecstatic. Once upon a time, she would've have brought **** to a man like Master, ripped his body apart with bullet or biotics. That was beyond her, now. Not that she would ever stand a chance against her virile exemplar of Carduelian supremacy.

"Maybe we should put your eagerness to serve to the test, hmmm?." Master said, a demeaning smile on his face.

"I am yours!" Samara's response, so quick it was like it had been prepared for her, but a growing part of Samara felt it had come from her truest self.

"Dance for me, blue bitch." Master commanded.

In asari society, justicar was a venerable position. A dignified position. Samara knew not the name of her station now, but whatever it was, it did not prevent her from complying.

She shook her hips, brought her arms up, moved the entire sexual instrument that was her being. She gave Master the sort of performance that Aria T'loak paid her dancers top credits for.

"Not bad." Master smirked. "But you know what I really want to see."

Samara did. Whether they hailed from her galaxy, or Tierra, humans had a particular affinity for the rear end. Samara turned, obeying Master's command while still ensuring she danced attractively for him. She ran her hands down her body, thrust out her butt towards him.

"Bend over." Master said bluntly. And Samara did. "Spread it."

Samara was a mature asari. She had three daughters fully-grown. On Thessia, a human who asked this of an asari of her station would be shunned at best, hit with a biotic warp at worst.

And yet she gave Master what he wanted. As if she were a giddy Maiden, halfway between her first shot of ryncol and first fuck.

The justicar grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, revealing her most intimate of blue flowers to the human. Samara's azure thrummed with lust and anticipation. Again, so soon?

Master closed the gap between them. With no warning, he reached out and inserted his index finger into her anus, right up to the knuckle. Even a woman of Samara's extensive training and experience had to stifle a yelp of pain and surprise.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" Master asked, still sporting her on his pointer, like a glove.

"Thank you, Master." Samara said, verging on a moan.

Satisfied, Master withdrew from her ass.

"On your knees, alien." he told her. Samara was quick to bend the knee. "Kiss it."

He offered Samara his finger, still warm from her interior, and she kissed it.

"I can't believe we get paid for this." Master muttered, over his shoulder. Samara awaited his next command.

"Now, Samara. You are going to unfasten my belt, you are going to take my cock, and you are going to suck it." Master decided. "And as you do, you're going to think about how you want this, completely and utterly."

The words washed over the asari, even more pleasant than the golden sunshine.

Samara reached up and undid the belt. She could feel his cock already, masculine power in it's purest form, ready and raring to go. All for her. Reaching into Master's navy suit pants, she closed her hand tightly around his member and brought it out.

Taking her Master's hard pink shaft, she wasted no time in bringing her elegant purple lips down around it. Much as she would enjoy this, his pleasure had to come first.

And come it did. Samara felt him explode down her throat. The asari swallowed his hot white rope, taking everything he had to give, and finding herself wanting. A touch unusual, Samara remarked. In her memories from the night before, Master had been an indefatigable lover, putting her through her paces in ways she'd never imagine a human would be capable of. For him to come so soon, something seemed off...

But no matter. Master had stepped back up, and was already jerking his girthy black cock up to full mast. Samara's loins burned just to see it, and she was sure she was beginning to leave a puddle on the floor where she knelt for him.

Master entered her mouth, taking her by the head frills and ramming himself home. He seemed more himself now, engaged and domineering. Samara gave him everything, drooling down her chin as he plundered her throat.

As she serviced him, Samara reflected on how right this was, how it was only the beginning. The same would happen to every woman who had come to Tierra. The holding pens would be thick with female flesh. The pretender queen would be stripped of her crown. Even the women from her galaxy, the ones she had been separated from, would join her in euphoric slavery. Master would have Shepard, Miranda too...

"No fair Jacks, you're hogging her!" a voice, hard to place. It didn't come from Master, surely. He was hard at work, disciplining her mouth.

"Don't hate on me just for having some stamina." Master said over his shoulder, cocky and preening.

Samara was confused. Now there were two men standing above her. The man in her mouth, who had felt so right as her Master, and a compatriot. Samara recognised his features too. She had danced for him. But... there was only one Master, surely?

The asari did her best to clear her head.

-

"Shit, she's coming to! Lee!"

Samara opened her eyes. The palatial home she'd been in only a moment ago was gone, replaced by filthy, yellowed tiles and the hideous stench of cheap cleaning supplies. The two men were still before her.

The dark-skinned human pulled back, his still-hard cock coming from her mouth with a wet plop! Next to him, his compatriot, pants around his ankles, his much-smaller member still flaccid and spent. Both men wore military dress, and not the expensive tailored suits "Master" had appeared in before her.

"What do we do? What do we do?" the shorter of the two men asked, going for his pants.

"Relax, she's bound and suppressed." came a voice on the intercom. Both men looked over to a observation window on her left. True enough, the asari felt herself restrained at the wrists and ankles. She tried to activate her biotic implants, but she felt weak, like trying to exercise and atrophied muscle.

"I don't know what this is." Samara began, fighting to speak. "But I will be free of it. And when I am, I will find the two of you!"

"Don't kid yourself, sister." the bigger human said, disdain in his eyes. "You'll be calling us Master the rest of your life."

Turning to the observation window, he jolted his thumb up.

"Up the dose."

Just as Samara had been mulling over her response, her vision began to swim, she thrashed in her bonds, knowing what she was returning to. Her entire body vibrated, and then she was gone.

-

Samara awoke, warm and contented. Her memories were fuzzy, but ones from the night before soon swam to the surface of her mind. The night before, her and Master. The asari had never been so dominated, completely and utterly...