John begins to expand his control

My two new servants smiled at me. It was such a contrast to their earlier trepidation. Anaya’s amber eyes practically glimmered with reverence. She held her arm in front of her face. Emblazoned on her blue skin in purest gold were the words:

John Shepard’s ****

John Shepard’s police officer

To my side, Liara blinked as changes were made to her mind.

“Fascinating.”

Larna smiled. The violet-eyed Asari sported two identical sentences that adorned her own arm, grinning as if I hadn’t just deprived her of her free will for the rest of her life.

“M-master,” Anaya breathed. Her knees wobbled slightly. “Sir. Shit, I’m so sorry. I hadn’t realized all this time that I was yours. If I’d known, I…”

“Don’t worry about it,” I gave her a reassuring smile. They were always so apologetic, as if the fact that I hadn’t used the pen to mind-control them earlier was somehow their fault. I stepped up to the two women, feeling Liara and Samara’s eyes on me as I did so. Both of them cast reverent gazes at me that made pleasant tingles run down my spine.

I reached my hands up and grabbed one of each of their breasts through their uniforms. Anaya and Larna moaned when I touched them and began groping them. Their tits were soft and large. Perfect. God, I loved Asari. Theye were easily my favorite alien species.

“Much as I’d like to get to know the two of you better, we’re kind of operating on a short timetable. Anaya, is there a way you could free me and everyone else you arrested at that shooting today without raising any eyebrows?”

The lieutenant’s expression became deadly serious. I gave her nipple a tweak and she gasped, but made an admirable effort to answer me.

“N-normally it wouldn’t be a problem, but this is a special case for more than one reason. Civilians died during that shooting. It – ah! – it may be that you were defending yourselves, and since you’re my master I’m inclined to believe you,” her cheeks flushed slightly. “But Illium’s administrative boards might not see it that way.”

Liara crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

“I doubt they would be an issue. I know the most intimate secrets of all the members of the Edicts Enforcement Board. One message to any of them would likely convince them to look the other way.”

Anaya arched her brow.

“You’ve actually got **** material on those bastards?”

“I do,” Liara said. For a moment I thought I heard a tinge of pride in her voice. “Or rather, we do. John and I.”

She glanced over at me in askance. I nodded.

Liara lifted the upper part of her dress, revealing the words my sister had written upon her skin. The words that had shifted, changing from the moment the pen apparently sensed her **** and imprinted its ownership upon me.

John Shepard’s

The gold lettering read like a vague promise in its utter lack of specificity. Even though I’d been in Liara’s mind, I still wasn’t entirely sure what it meant to own her completely and utterly. Mind, body, and soul. Was she still a person or a mere extension of me? Did she have opinions, wishes, wants, or hopes, or were all of those things subsumed the moment the words were written on her skin?

Larna and Anaya stared at her for a few moments before looking at me. I continued idly squeezing their breasts.

“You know,” Anaya started. “When I first arrested all of you, I thought that the most powerful person in your group was Admiral Shepard. I’m starting to think I might have been wrong about that. We need to talk about her, by the way.”

“My mother?” I asked. I hadn’t thought of her since I’d arrived in this cell. I wondered how she was taking her imprisonment. Not well, I imagined.

“Things could get really bad here if - when- your Alliance finds out we arrested her,” Larna said.

“A complete political shitstorm started brewing here the moment we took her into custody,” said Anaya. “Thankfully someone jammed the extranet nodes in the market district so she wasn’t able to get the word out about her arrest.”

“But that would only delay the inevitable,” Liara supplied, silently backed up by Samara. The Justicar pressed herself into my right side, squashing her soft breast against my arm.

Anaya nodded bitterly.

“Yeah. Once we realized her identity, we set her up in one of our offices like we did with Justicar Samara. To keep her comfortable and give her less of an impression of being an actual prisoner.”

“Knowing my mom, that probably just pissed her off.”

Anaya snorted.

“You’re right. She’s still insisting on being released, no matter the potential consequences. And she’s leveled more than a few threats of her own against me, the precinct, and this entire planet. It probably didn’t help that we cut off extranet access to her office.”

“Why didn’t you just release her?” I asked. “Wouldn’t that have been safer for you and everyone above you? I get that Illium has laws, but you can’t exactly jail a Citadel flag officer.”

Anaya shifted slightly.

“True, and if the circumstances had been different, we would have let her go the moment we confirmed her identity,” the police lieutenant answered. “We interviewed everyone we arrested tonight and all of you claimed that there’d been a targeted attack on the admiral. If we simply released her, we’d have no way of knowing if what happened earlier was the extent of the danger she was in. If there are other people on this planet who intend to harm her. So, my higher-ups decided that it’d be less risky to keep her here until all the facts came to light than chance an Alliance admiral getting killed on Illium soil.”

I palmed my face.

Nyxeris. Nyxeris. Nyxeris. Why did she have to cause so many goddamn problems? And where was she, anyway? I’d sort of forgotten about her in all the confusion. I’ll have to get in touch with her soon and make sure the people we’d dealt with in the markets were the last of the goons going after Mom.

Anaya continued.

“Needless to say, my day really hasn’t been great. I was actually supposed to be off duty for the next few days as of a few hours ago.”

I felt a pang of sympathy for both women, Anaya in particular. It was why it felt good to say my next words. I gave their tits one final squeeze before moving my hands back to behind Samara and Liara to grab handfuls of their asses. Liara let out a surprised squeak and Samara moaned and hugged my arm between her huge breasts.

“I-I don’t think my mother’s going to be a problem, so don’t worry about it.”

Anaya blinked. Larna looked at me incredulously. Liara merely nodded along, likely knowing where my mind was heading.

“I seriously doubt that, but…” Anaya bit her lip. “I guess I have to trust your judgment, Master. If you say Admiral Shepard isn’t going to be an issue, then she isn’t going to be an issue.”

“Good girl.”

It was amazing how those words, which would probably be seen as demeaning by most women, made the seemingly stern police lieutenant’s face light up. Like I’d just told her she’d won the lottery and never had to work a day again in her life.

“T-thank you, Master. I’ll do whatever it takes to serve you faithfully. Me and Sergeant Agria both.”

At the mention of her name, the violet-eyed Asari smiled and nodded.

“Just tell me what to do, Master.”

It was so tempting to have them strip off their uniforms and use both of them. But it was difficult to ignore where we were. The possibility that Anaya’s subordinates might come looking for her if I kept her here too long was starting to weigh heavily on my mind.

“Master,” Anaya broke into my thoughts. “May I move now? I’d like to go back to my office and start working on getting you all released.”

I looked at her, wondering if it would be better to just let her go.

On one hand, this could be the clean break I was looking for. A chance to get away from this situation without arousing too much suspicion.

On the other hand…

I looked Larna and Anaya up and down. They were both beautiful and well-endowed. But Anaya had power. Through her, I could command this entire precinct. I could… I could herd all of the officers and techs here into a room and claim them all one by one. An entire police department worth of Asari at my beck and call. Now there was a **** to be reckoned with.

I looked back at the wall of my cell. I could bring them here, but something about that didn’t feel right. I didn’t like the idea of having Anaya call her subordinates here one-by-one. What would they think, seeing their colleagues being summoned to a random prison cell?

“Hey Anaya.”

“Yes, Master?”

“Do you have any conference rooms or places you use to gather the other officers to have meetings?”

“We do. Why do you ask?” Anaya said.

“There’s been a change of plans. Can you take me, Liara, and Samara to one of those rooms?

“Of course,” she answered without hesitation. “Anything in particular you’d like me to know before we start moving?”

I decided against telling them about the pen’s capabilities. If they figured it out on their own, fine, but I wasn’t about to waste any time explaining it to them.

“Not yet. Just… can you get us there without it looking too suspicious?”

She tilted her head.

“You mean, without us running into anyone?”

I nodded.

“That would be ideal, yes.”

Anaya was silent for a long moment.

Larna piped up. “There’s a room on the lower level they used to use for gatherings before the precinct got downsized. Hardly anyone ever goes down there anymore. And I’m pretty sure it still has furniture. There’s a lift down the hallway that can take us there. There shouldn’t be any foot traffic on our way since we cleared the block out before we brought Samara here.”

I smiled.

“That sounds perfect.”

I turned to Liara and Samara. My two loyal slaves had small grins on their faces. Each of them nodded at me.

Something warm and comforting stirred in my chest. I had a plan. It was a little risky, sure, but that was what I had Samara and the others here for.

“Take us down there now, Larna.”

I sat at the head of a long dark gray rectangular table. It was slightly dusty from lack of use. Two rows of black chairs hugged the table from either side. Enough to comfortably seat twenty or so people without needing to fetch extra chairs from somewhere else.

The room was lit by a series of cylindrical pale lights that jutted from the ceiling like veins.

Samara stood at my left side, steely blue eyes panning over the room, always aware and searching for threats. I felt goosebumps along my skin. A vibrant hum coursed through the air like lightning. It was her power. The dark energy of her biotics. I’d seen them in action enough to know that they were powerful, even by the standards of an Asari matriarch. The voluptuous older woman seemed to notice my stare, for she looked down at me and smiled. From this angle, it was impossible not to get an eyeful of her huge blue breasts, barely concealed by that almost scandalously revealing suit of red armor she wore.

I broke eye contact with her. I couldn’t afford to be distracted now. Not when so much was riding on this.

To my right sat Liara. There was enough room at the head of the table for two people to be seated and never feel like they were in each other’s space, but Liara had managed to push her chair right next to mine when she’d sat down. Every so often, her arm would bump into mine or she’d rest her hand on me or her fingers would somehow manage to entwine themselves with my own. She was perusing a datapad, azure eyes narrowed in concentration as she tapped away at the screen. I wondered if she was aware of just how attractive she looked in that moment, especially when I looked down and had an amazing view of her cleavage.

“Hm.”

I looked up. Anaya was staring at me. She stood halfway down the table. A handgun was holstered in a magnetic strip along her right thigh.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing,” she replied. “I was just wondering when, or if…”

She licked her lips, eyeing the women at my sides meaningfully.

I chuckled.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were coming on to me, Lieutenant.”

“And what if I was, sir?” Anaya placed her hands on the table, sandwiching her breasts between her arms and drawing my eyes to them.

I looked her up and down. She wasn’t as busty as Liara or Samara, but she kept herself in shape and had a larger bust than average. And there was something about a woman in a uniform who had authority that was appealing to me on a fundamental level. Must have gotten that from Dad.

“That depends. How soon until all your subordinates get here?”

She didn’t even look at her omni-tool.

“Less than five minutes. Give or take a few for any stragglers, though my officers are usually pretty punctual. The ones we have out on patrol won’t be back until later.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to wait until our business is concluded here,” I smiled at the flash of frustration on her face. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ve done me such a big favor by putting this all together. You don’t even realize.”

A smile.

“You’re right, I still have no idea what you want everyone here in your conference room for.”

I grinned. Written along each of the four walls of the room were the words: John Shepard’s room

I’d purposely sat at this part of the table chiefly because it was out of sight of the door, which sat along the left side wall. By the time anyone came in here, they’d notice the writing along the walls and then they’d know exactly who it belonged to. Who made the rules that everyone had to abide by to be here within it.

Suddenly, the automatic door swished open. Larna Agria stuck her head through.

“They’re here,” she said, entering the room. Following her were a plethora of Asari in police uniforms. They were every shade of blue imaginable, along with a few violets. Some looked relatively young, just barely out of their maiden stage while others looked as if they were nearing the period in which they could be called matriarchs.

The first to enter the room stopped in her tracks. A dark blue Asari in her later matron years. Her dark gray police uniform clung to her thick hourglass body like a second skin. Her eyes flicked over the golden writing on the walls. Then they met mine, recognition and understanding dawning in them.

I smiled.

It was almost too easy.

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