Mass Effect: Absolute Power

Story by schmidtleonard

These futa Liara images recently inspired to write a story:

https://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?57172-Justabouts-Render-Stash/page2&highlight=liara

I already posted it to HF, but I recently found this site while looking through some other Mass Effect futa stories and thought maybe some of you that don't frequent both sites would be interested :)

Liara yawned, sliding her naked buttocks forward over her leather-padded custom-built seat as she stretched her arms. With a languid poke at the screen in front of her, she flicked through her calendar in search of urgent tasks. Satisfied that the Shadow Broker network could do without her for a few hours, she slipped out of her chair and padded across the cavernous control center, leaving a trail of thick, gooey globs of spunk on the floor as her oversized cock swung back and forth to the rhythm of her footsteps.

With an imperious swipe of her omni-tool, the massive steel blast doors leading to the prison block ground open, and Liara strode through, unperturbed as it clanged shut behind her. A red hologram signified that her personal authorization code would be required to re-open nigh-impenetrable portal. What the red hologram *didn't* mention was that a slightly different code would flood the entire section of the ship with anesthetic gas -- a very special anesthetic gas to which Liara had genetically spliced immunity.

It was a crude but effective system. Not only would it effortlessly contain the most violent of prison riots, but it also allowed Liara to walk among her subjects without fear of assault. Any attempt at coercing the codes from Liara would allow her to release the anesthetic and any attempt to kill her would seal the captives inside the prison, dooming them to slow starvation. Liara was in complete control, and in the decades following the reaper war she had learned how to fully exploit her position to sate her dark desires.

Liara surveyed the walls of the airlock, her eyes wandering thoughtfully between rows of whips, riding crops, dildos, gags, and other sundry bondage equipment as she pondered the infinite variety of perverse sexual pleasures at her disposal. Eventually settling on a simple riding crop and a somewhat less traditional gag harness, Liara removed her chosen toys from the wall and activated her omni-tool once again. The hologram on the inner blast door flashed green as it hissed open. With a smirk, she sashayed into the sparsely lit room beyond.

Liara strode past the row of varren cages resting on the floor, running the tip of her crop over the bars of each cage as she passed. They weren't true varren cages; the bars were far too thin, and although they offered an excellent view of the cages' inhabitants, they would not hold a beast from the Tuchanka deserts for long. But then again, they did not need to. The pets favored by the young Shadow Broker had smaller claws, fewer fangs, and a better grasp of the consequences of disobedience.

Liara let her eyes feast on each in turn. A purple-skinned asari, shifting from a curled-up position on her cage floor as if she were just waking from sleep. A pale blue-skinned asari, lapping water from her bowl. A human female, leaning against the side of her cage, keeping close track of Liara without looking directly at her. A drell female, flustered and crouched in the corner of her cage, staring with wide eyes at her captor before quickly glancing away the moment they made eye contact. Liara's eyes twinkled as she unabashedly stroked her member, drinking in the Drell's humiliation.

New captives always took a few months to adjust to their new lifestyle. In all probability, Tala'Kira -- no, Liara corrected herself, squinting at the nameplate above the cage door -- Frog Tits had been either masturbating or relieving herself before Liara walked in. No matter, she would watch the surveillance videos later. Maybe she would have Frog Tits eat her out while she was doing it. Hopefully Liara could get her to blush that pretty iridescent green color again.

But that wasn't why she was here. Now that she had worked her massive member into a throbbing erection, she strode purposefully to the opposite end of the narrow chamber, ignoring Urz's exaggerated whimper without so much as a sideways glance. She felt pity for the beast, she really did, but he ate better than anyone else in the cell block even after Shepard put him on his diet. She hadn't been planning to say anything lest her favorite slave interpret it as an order, but she was grateful that the retired Spectre understood that her pet required a certain amount of vigor in order to perform his... duties.

At last she arrived at the end of the chamber where a blue-skinned asari with pink facial tattoos knelt beneath a pair of spotlights, her ankles and wrists shackled to the floor and wall respectively. Liara looked down in disgust at the pouting matriarch. It was ironic -- only a few decades earlie

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