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(Commission) The Clean Room, Chapter Ten.
🕑 Added 2020-11-26 03:34:03 +0000 UTCThe conclusion of the adventures of Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, courtesy of PrimeArch.
Three years of obedient, blissful slavery to her Asari owner, Tali has never been happier. When Minister Anima throws a party, Tali takes the opportunity to seek out a powerful guest who'll make a good owner for her young Quarian protégée, as well as whore herself out, just for good measure.
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Tali gasped for breath as the thick purple pole of cockmeat she’d been slurping on for the past few minutes recoiled and splattered her face with a half-dozen ropes of potent asari sperm. The heat of the cum was amazing, glowing heavily on her blushing purple cheeks as she cooed and caught her breath.
“Th… thank you for using me, Madame President.” She simpered, placing a loving kiss on the cock of the matriarch she had been servicing.
The stately old asari broke from her conversation to smile down at the squatting Quarian, eyes twinkling behind her glasses. “The pleasure was mine, miss vas Anima.” Tali beamed happily and gently tucked the president’s cock back into her panties, giving her bulge an affectionate kiss before crawling away from the group of talking politicians.
She stood once she was clear of the matriarchs and hummed, dipping her fingers into the spunk oozing over her features and tasting it. Fuck she was never going to get tired of sampling new asari sperm.
“Oooh, you’ve been having fun!” Raan tittered, appearing beside her with a grin.
“The president’s cock is so fucking delicious.” Tali groaned quietly. “You’ve got to try it.”
“Mhm.” Raan nodded, biting her lip as she admired the leader of the Asari Republics. “I’ll do my best, but I hear she likes her slaves young.” Tali pursed her lips sadly, that did unfortunately rule Raan out, her beloved former-mentor was gorgeous and slutty and scandalously buxom, but one thing she wasn’t was young. She sighed and leant in close, cupping Raan’s massive pregnant belly as her fellow slave licked her face clean.
“How young?” Tali asked curiously, smiling as Raan’s hot, wet tongue slithered over her left eye, scooping up a strand of pearly blue ambrosia.
“She buys her slaves fresh from what I hear.” Raan hummed, licking her lips and wetting her tongue before continuing. “I was rimming one of the girls she brought with her and she said the president sells all her Quarians off once they hit twenty-five.”
“Do you think maybe she’d like Ina?” Tali asked, squeezing Raan’s huge tits as they rubbed against her own plump rack.
“Maybe, it’s worth giving an introduction.”
Tali giggled and gave her old friend a sloppy kiss, sharing the last of the sperm Raan had collected before pulling back and rubbing their pregnant stomachs together. “Hmm, you’re so big now.” Tali crooned, marvelling at how massive Raan’s belly had become over the past few months. “You must be having twins!”
Raan let out a longing breath and stroked the swell of her midsection. “Goddess, it would be such an honour to bring two new Asari into the world at once.”
Tali purred in agreement and kissed her one last time. “Happy whoring.”
“You too sweetie.”
Tali smiled happily as she sashayed her way through Minister Anima’s gardens, showing her naked, pregnant body to all the many Asari who were attending her owner’s party, tempting all of them to sample her willing holes.
There were so many who had made use of her already, but not nearly enough to sate Tali’s desperate need to whore herself. As she was bent over by a new user and pressed full of blue cock, her thoughts returned to her plans for the future.
Minister Anima’s standing had only increased in the time she’d owned Tali. Three years and two, beautiful asari babies born later, Tali found herself enslaved to one of the most influential asari in the republics. The fact that Anima had been so successful meant that all of the asari attending her birthday party tonight was equally important, politicians, billionaires, religious leaders, generals. If they were rubbing elbows with Anima, they were among the most important women in the growing Asari empire.
Which meant that they’d all make such wonderful owners for her daughter.
Tali crooned as the asari blew her load inside her, pouring on her usual flattery and flirtations as she took care of the mess before continuing her hunt. Ina wasn’t her biological daughter of course, Tali would never let any disgusting Quarian male touch her, let along breed her. No, her womb was for asari babies only.
Ina was her daughter by way of adoption, taken from the farms once she turned eighteen and raised by Tali to be the perfect Quarian. For almost three years Tali had loved and cared and trained Ina, turning a shy little girl into a loyal Quarian cockwhore, who was eager to leave the nest and be sold to a new owner.
The only snag was finding a worthy owner. Oh, Tali would be proud for her daughter to belong to any asari in the universe of course, but as a good whore-slave herself she had her owner to think of. How would the daughter of Minister Anima’s prized broodslut being sold to some nobody look? Unacceptable, only the best would do.
Tali froze suddenly with a squeak, her eyes landing on a familiar face as they scoured the guests for a worthy candidate.
Liara T’soni was smiling quietly and listening as a group of matriarchs in military dress discussed the meagre human resistance that had been mustered ever since the Asari had begun conquering their outer colonies.
“Liaaaraaaaaaa!” She squealed with delight, dashing forwards only to pause in her tracks just a metre away and drop to her knees, suddenly embarrassed. “F… forgive me. Mistress T’soni.”
“Tali?” Liara blinked, stunned. “Is that you?”
“I’m so sorry for my behaviour, Mistress T’soni. I was overexcited and forgot myself.” Tali blushed, staring down at the floor as she held up her hands, respectfully kowtowing to her old friend.
“Goddess Tali it’s alright, stand up please!” Liara exclaimed, eyes wide as she looked over what had become of the little Quarian she’d once travelled with. “I heard you served Minister Anima but… goddess it’s been so long.”
“My apologies, mistress.” Tali breathed, standing and clasping her hands over her heart. “I’m so sorry for how I acted… I can’t believe how awfully I behaved, all those years I acted like your equal instead of serving your big blue cock like the worthless slut I truly am.”
“Tali… you’re babbling.” Liara winced, taking her arm and leading her away from the bulk of the party. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, um, yes.” Tali nodded, confused, it had been so long since any asari had shown real concern for her.
“Are you cold?”
Tali laughed, and then frowned as she saw Liara was sincere. “No, Minister Anima has all her pets implanted with warming chips so that we can serve her outside in winter.”
“You’re… not upset by that?”
“No, why?”
Liara’s brows knit and she sat down on a bench, surrounded on all sides by the immaculately tended hedges that Anima kept at the front of the mansion. “I… I’m really not sure how to feel about your people, Tali, about mine. We were friends, I really respected you and the Quarians, and then all of a sudden you’re our slaves, and no one on either side seems to mind?”
“Why should they?” Tali laughed. “Servitude is wonderful, and who wouldn’t want an obedient slave to take care of them?”
Liara blushed and fought to keep her eyes on Tali’s face rather than her plump breasts or swollen belly.
“Tali, your people are slaves now. You’re made to serve, made to… to have sex, you don’t have a say in anything anymore. I mean, you’re being bred in farms, goddess have mercy! Any Quarian who isn’t wanted is just made to work and breed like livestock! That doesn’t bother you?”
“Of course not.” Tali sighed gently, understanding what Liara’s issue was. The poor thing was guilty! Guilty that every good little Quarian slut in the galaxy would happily serve her every whim without her having earned their service. “Liara, slavery is wonderful!”
“Tali…”
“I love my owner.” Tali continued, “She feeds me and cares for me and gives me everything I could need. She’s so generous and so beautiful. Look… look at what she’s given me!” she took Liara’s hand and pressed it to her stomach.
“I’m naked, and I’m pregnant with an asari child, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been before.” Tali breathed, shivering as Liara’s fingers stroked over the roundness of her pregnancy. “We all are. Every Quarian. We’re so happy that the Asari freed us.”
“You’re slaves.” Liara mumbled hesitantly.
“We’re loved.” Tali smiled. “For centuries we were locked away in our suits and our flotilla, never doing anything that mattered, and then the Asari came. You conquered us, let us walk free of her suits, let us love and breed without fear of death or disease. You gave us new bodies, new homes, new purposes! So many gifts… we don’t serve you because we have to, Liara, we serve the Asari because you deserve to be worshipped.”
She slowly sank to her knees and smiled up at her friend. “Please Liara… let me worship you?”
Liara blushed a dark purple, but quietly slipped her erection free of her underwear. Tali crooned and pressed her face to the throbbing blue pole, kissing her feverishly hot flesh and heavy, churning balls, all whilst keeping a sultry eye on their owner’s face.
“You deserve to be worshipped.” Tali breathed, dragging her tongue up Liara’s length before kissing her head. “You deserve to be served.” She sank down and bobbed her head for a few moments, hands delicately stroking Liara’s base. “You deserve to be loved.”
“Oh… goddess.” Liara groaned as Tali slurped at her cock, glowing eyes locked lovingly on her face. “Tali… that feels wonderful.”
“You are beautiful.” Tali moaned, pulling away and stroking Liara’s length, spreading her spit over every inch of brilliant blue cockmeat. “You are powerful.” She tipped her body forwards and smothered the asari pole between her breasts. “You are superior.”
“Tali… oh my.” Liara gasped, receiving her first tit-job as Tali jerked off her cock with the plump warm pillows of her udders. “Sh… Shepard never did th… this for me!”
“Shepard was your lover.” Tali purred. “I am your slave, I’ll do anything you ask, anything at all.”
“Tali, it’s been so long… I don’t think I can… hold for very long.”
Tali smiled and continued to bounce her udders against Liara’s lap, fat purple tits jiggling and clapping against her sapphire flesh, drawing soft whines and moans from Liara’s lips as she steadily drew closer to her peak.
As much as Tali craved to feel her friend’s load splatter over her stupid, worthless body, an idea had occurred to her on her fifth trip down to tongue-bathe Liara’s heaving sack. Liara was perhaps more powerful than anyone else at the party, Keelah, she was probably more powerful than anyone else in the republics.
Having her own daughter be the Shadow Broker’s first and most cherished slave would be wonderful!
“Huh?” Liara whined as Tali pulled away. “What are you doing?”
“You deserve better.” Tali smiled encouragingly, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my daughter.”
“Daughter?” Liara had time to frown before yelping as Tali took off back towards the party, udders jiggling and ass clapping as she pattered away.
Tali’s heart raced with excitement as she led Liara back into the mansion, passing Raan choking on two blue cocks at once and Xen giving a glassy-eyed lap dance to a matron, drooling on herself in her permanent brain-fucked state. By the time she approached the slim, svelte purple form of her adopted protégée, she could barely contain her excitement.
“Tali?” Ina gasped as Tali took her from behind and squeezed her supple chest.
“This is Doctor Liara T’soni, sweetheart.” Tali crooned, turning the girl to face the baffled asari. “She’d very much like to fuck your cute little pussy.”
“Oh!” Ina grinned excitedly. “It would be my honour!”
And so, before Liara could react, Tali guided her fat blue cock into her protegee’s sopping cunt.
As Liara moaned, her cock massaged by a young Quarian pussy and her nipple worshipped by Tali’s tongue, she had the crazy thought that maybe buying a Quarian of her own wasn’t such a horrible idea.
Tali was taken unfortunately, but this daughter of hers was wonderfully tight… perhaps she’d make an offer to Minister Anima before leaving?
After all, if the Quarians were happy being slaves to Asari cocks, who was she to complain?
