Title: A Dangerous Game.

Fandom: Mass Effect.

Spoilers: Takes place during and after ME3.

Pairings: Femshep/Miranda, Femshep/Aria, both Miranda and Shepard have submissive partners - Liara, Samantha and Kasumi.

Warnings: Use of futuristic sex toys, strap-ons, D/s, bondage, orgasm denial, masturbation, blowjobs, anal, group sex, humiliation. Possible death of minor characters later on.

AN: So yeah, this is a story about "what if a renegade Shepard went much further then possible in the games?" Basically this Femshep was paragon during ME, but throughout ME2 she was completely disillusioned about the galaxy, Alliance, Council, all the races. Oh, and turns out she's an irresistible dominatrix and keeps several willing slaves. Aria is in so much trouble! This story follows most of the same major events of ME story, but differs greatly in details, motivations and character interactions.

A Dangerous Game

Chapter I

"...sliding out of that pretentious human armor. Like anyone in the galaxy cares about human accomplishments! N7? Pfft! Still her body should be toned and muscular... Maybe even some scars?"

Purple lips started to form a predatory smile that immediately turned into disgusted grimace.

"Dammit!" the purple skinned asari cursed loudly prompting a few wary glances from her bodyguards. She did not bother to notice. Leather clad hand slammed still half full glass of Serrice Ice on the table. "For fuck's sake not this again..." she continued under her breath this time.

Aria T'Loak was furious. It was the fifth time she found herself thinking about Shepard. And not in a sense of a useful tool to progress her own plans, oh, and save the whole galaxy from annihilation, but that was definitely not as important as helping her get Omega back.

It has been three weeks since then, but the Queen was still stuck on the Citadel away from her royal couch in Afterlife. The rebuilding process was not going as fast as Aria would have wanted. It would have been easy plus quite a bit satisfying to tear apart some of those responsible, but... Even Aria had to admit that she needed those people however incompetent they may be. There was just not enough bodies on Omega at this point to relieve stress by reducing that number.

Stress. It would be acceptable to relieve some tension using a warm body in a way that would not involve killing. Grab a stripper and fuck her brains out until she begged Aria to stop. Or grab a stripper and tease her until she begged to be fucked. Either way Aria would get some measure of relief from dominating both body and mind.

Then she remembered where she was.

Ugh. No way. The stripper in this piss hole these uptight, pretentious snobs called Purgatory were so far below Aria's standards they would not be able to even disembark on Omega. What a pathetic, creditworthy excuse of a bar! If only she could be back at Afterlife enjoining the view from her couch. The couch that Shepard somehow managed to safe as well. That was unexpectedly accommodating.

No. The most unsuspecting thing was that she did not intervene. Aria murdered Petrovsky with her own hands in full view of the human and the Spectre did not even flinch a muscle. The Queen of Omega thought she would surely protest, maybe even physically stop her from fulfilling her revenge. Aria was even prepared to allow the scum general to be taken away, all Shepard had to do was ask. It would be a terrible price to pay, but returning Omega under her hand where it belonged was worth it.

Shepard just watched as Aria chocked her victim to death. The purple skinned asari could swore there was a barely noticeable smirk on her freckled face when she melded with the general to feel him go. Despair, fear, regret – all those last feelings in Petrovsky's mind made her revenge dazzlingly sweet, but that smirk is what lingered in the corner of her brain even since that day.

Maybe that's what made her kiss Commander right after that. At the time she just wrote off her impulse on heat of battle and triumphant hormonal overload of her total victory. Later that day when she was plaughing a young asari stripper in her quarters her thoughts kept returning to Shepard. What if that Cerberus slut-girlfriend of hers thought the Spectre a lesson or two on how to re ruthless Cerberus style. Then her thought suddenly moved to the various images of Shepard and Miranda together. Pressed against each other, sweaty, arching. Screaming each other names out loud.

She ended up driving that asari into a complete exhaustion. That was not enough. She repeated that pattern four times since then. Every time Aria was releasing all of her pent up lust it ended the same way. With Aria unsatisfied, trying to stop herself from fantasizing about Shepard, and her play-toy unconscious at her feet.

"Oh, fine, why the fuck not! I can do whatever I want, so why not do her?" Aria murmured to herself. Then suddenly the thought of seducing Shepard – the Hero of the Galaxy, one and only Hope against the Reapers – became intensely appealing. Why was she even so repulsed at the idea before? Maybe something in Shepard's green eyes. There was a steely edge to them, threat more dangerous then an enraged krogan.

Then again, who cares about that? Shepard is just a human after all. Yes, an extraordinary human, but still only human. There's no human, asari or any other species who could resist Aria when she's set on seducing someone. Aw, and let's not forget about that stuck up slut Shepard had been sharing her bed with! As far as Aria's informants could tell Miranda Lawson was in the wind. Shepard seemed to keep faithful non the less so there had to more to it. Well, doesn't matter. To take Shepard away from this Cerberus bitch would be a bonus.

Predatory grin returned to Aria's face with renewed ferocity. She picked up her glass and slowly took a sip. This hunt is to be savored. The Queen of Omega could already see an outline of a plan forming in her head.

. . .

"Oh, yes, this is good..." drawled the redhead. Naked, covered with freckles body was glistening with sweat reflecting the light above the bed. Her muscled hand slid a bit lower to grip more tightly around the blue crest between her legs. The head of similarly naked asari bobbed up and down almost desperately.

Liara lifted her head from Sheppard's pussy and immediately replaced her tongue with two fingers as if afraid of what would happen if she stopped completely. She had more then one reason to behave that way.

"Shepard, please!" Her voice was cracking with tears, the desperate need mixed up with fear and humiliation. "You have made me please you for hours! I can't take it anymore! I need to come, please, just meld with me! I'll do anything just let me... please... I beg of you!" Her pleadings suddenly devolved into uncontrollable sobs. Still she did not stop working with her fingers.

The Commander seemed unperturbed. She glanced at the clock standing on the small table next to the bed in Liara's quarters on board the Normandy. Yeah, it had been several hours. There was some work to be done. But it could wait a bit more. There was only one way this little fun break could end.

Shepard looked back at Liara. She was still sobbing, but quietly to herself, clapping one hand over her mouth. The other hand was working its magic on Commander's clit. She knew what it would mean to anger Shepard with too much tears or begging when she did not ask for that specifically. Stopping pleasuring her Master without permission would have been even worse.

"Very well then. Might as well get this little fun session over with. You know what I need to have to finish with you. Get it."

There was a huge sigh of relief that left Liara's chest. The sobs subsided almost immediately. She withdrew her fingers from inside of Shepard's pussy prompting a low groan of pleasure from the redhead. Then she stood up and padded on bare feet to the table. Liara took something from the top drawer and hurried back to her hard earned place.

"Not so fast." Shepard's voice stopped the asari in her tracks. "First activate the cameras. I want Miranda to see what we have been doing while she's been gone. I'm sure she would like to see you on your knees getting what you had worked so hard for."

Liara swallowed. Her training before Shepard gave herself up to the Alliance had only lasted several months, but it was scrupulously thorough. She knew with perfect clarity that she belonged to both Shepard and Miranda in equal parts. They shared their submissive partners uncompromisingly. That was probably one of the reasons why two such strong dominating woman were so faithfully in love with each other. They shared everything and were brutally honest about it.

"Yes, Master. I would be happy to show Mistress my hard work at keeping you satisfied in her absence."

While all their other partners called Shepard Master and Miranda - Mistress, there was no such dynamic between the two. Both Shepard and Miranda were the dominating ones, they received almost ecstatic pleasure from watching each other dominate others. However Liara herself saw a recoding of the way they were alone. No dominance, no roughness, no humiliation – nothing of the sort of things they both did to their trained willing slaves. Only tenderness and exquisite knowledge of each others bodies bringing the most pleasure possible.

Liara shook her head ever so slightly to chase away the image of Jane and Miranda clutching at each other, looking directly into each others eyes and confessing their love over and over as waves of violent orgasms rolled over them. She did miss her Mistress terribly. It was just not the same without her. Tears appeared in her eyes again and she used the back of her hand to swipe them away.

Shepard slid her body into a standing position in one smooth move. She reached out and patted Liara's crest like she was a lost child.

"I know you are missing Miranda, too. You undoubtedly will have a chance to show your Mistress just how much you've missed her. Now be a good girl and do what you're told."

Liara nodded with a small smile. She keyed a few keystrokes at the small terminal on her bedside table. There was a "zho-o-om" from somewhere within the walls and a red light lit up on the monitor. The asari put in two more commands and almost ran back to her place besides the Commander. Without any commands she plopped on her knees again and looked up for permission.

Shepard gave her a hungry grin and spread her legs a bit wider. The object Liara took from the drawer was a sizable sex toy. It was long and separated at one one fourth length with a curiously shaped plate. With an undoubtedly learned through a lot of practice movement she put the shorter end in her mouth and sucked slightly. As soon as the toy became sleek with her saliva Liara pulled it out of her mouth and positioned it at her Master's entrance. Spreading the folds of the redhead human with one hand she pushed the toy in.

Commander let out a satisfied low roar as familiar tightness filled her up again. Once the sensation transmitting plate firmly settled over her clit and the whole device fused itself into her skin she slid a hand down her abdomen grabbing tightly at the rising shaft. The toy changed color to match the shade of skin, now there was not way to tell it was not a part of Shepard's body. The sight of her Master holding her own cock exulted so much raw power it made Liara shiver and clutch at herself with burning need.

"I think, we'll skip a stage and go straight to busyness. Your mouth must be sore enough from all of that hard work earlier and I still want to hear you scream. Get in position before I throw you into a wall."

Liara scrambled to her feet. She knew perfectly well - that was no joke. The Commander was too stimulated to suppress her aggressive side. She would indeed hurl Liara face first into a wall and then ravish her painfully, without mercy if she was not eager enough.

The asari ran to the wall in question on her soft feet. Mounted at her chest height was a curious contraption. It looked like a strange mix between a dressing table with a mirror build into the wall and a specialized work out apparatus. There were leather padded bars at both ends of the table with secure loops to put the arms through. Opposite those bars there were handles coming out of the wall. Liara let her arms go through the loops, fixed her hands securely on the handles and let her chest lay down on the table. She spread her legs as much as she could even though she was standing on her tip toes now. Then she let her body stay completely still awaiting her Master to use her like always.

There was a grunt of approval behind her as the Spectre positioned herself behind her. The blue asari's body shuddered as she felt the familiar warm pressure at her entrance. With a feral roar Commander pushed the whole length of the toy inside of her with one violent thrust. Growling even more menacingly the redhead grabbed round blue hips with her muscular hands. She was going to take what she wanted. Violently, ferociously. She was going to own this lamb and drive her insane. Green eyed flashed with fire as they found the blue eyes in the mirror. Liara was filled to the brim with lust, desire to be taken, owned, fucked to complete exhaustion when her mind goes blank and she passes out into blissful nothingness.

That could certainly be arranged. Oh, and Miranda would appreciate the show.

The Commander grabbed her willing victim more tightly and picked up a crazy fast tempo right away. Liara rocked hard in her contraption clutching tightly at the handles. More and more thrusts were shuddering her body. Deep, they bottomed her out every time Sheppard pushed into her azure. It was dripping with wetness. She was already going crazy with the need to meld before, but this insane ride made her loose the last shreds of her concentration.

"Don't play shy, bitch." The growling of Shepard's voice was suddenly at her crest. Looking up in the mirror Liara saw her Master bowing low to place her head next to hers. Shepard's green eyes were blazing with primordial power. Her lips were parted in a scowl, gritted teeth made her look like the ultimate predator.

"I want you to scream for me. You can meld with me, but remember I will make you come as many times as your body can handle. I'm gonna fuck you into a mumbling, trembling mess. Come, get what you wanted."

Throwing the remainder of her restraint away Liara began to moan, crying out every time Commander's cock hit the very deepest part of her gushing, sloppy azure. Good thing her quarters were completely soundproof. Her eyes went to full black in a flash and she found herself dominated by ferocious power of Shepard's consciousness. It was unyielding, exploring every corner of her trembling with the need mind.

"Your body is mine to take however I want, slut! Next time you want to beg for me to fuck your unconscious, ask nicer!"

"Yes, Master, I will remember..."

"Now, I will make you come as many times as needed for this lesson to stick. And don't forget to let Miranda know that you're thinking of her. Unless you want your Mistress to punish you next time. Maybe you would like that even better, huh, slut?"

The image of Miranda standing over her bound and gagged body with a whip in her hand made Liara let out a loud scream of longing. She could not take it anymore. Her muscles clenched at Shepard's cock and she came undone with a loud "Mistress!" on her lips. Feeding of off her orgasm Shepard emptied her cock into the deepest part of Liara. However coming did not deter the redhead from what she was doing. She picked up the pace almost immediately.

The blue skinned asari cried out again, louder then before. Her azure was so full from her own orgasm and the wetness Shepard released into her, it was dripping generously on to the floor. She let her head fall onto the desk unable to keep it up.

"I have said I will drill you until your blue ass passes out and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Speaking of that blue ass.."

The Spectre pulled out and pressed her glistening shaft to the other opening. It slid inside easily. Maybe it had to do with all that lubricating wetness or maybe because of the extensive training Liara has received. Shepard unceremoniously pushed her whole length all the way in. One muscular hand slipped around the blue hip and flicked a finger over the swollen dripping ridge of Liara's clit. Her body winced at the touch and Shepard could feel the taste of flesh in her mouth: the blue skinned asari was biting her own arm and the meld had carried the sensation over. The redhead laughed out loud and placed both her hands back on the hips of wincing, trembling body below her.

Human picked up her pace. Her thrusts were just as rough and powerful as before. Liara could not support her body anymore. She lifted her legs in the air completely relying on Sheppard to carry her weight. Not that this was any problem for the muscular human. Growling her approval she moved closer to the wall, dragging Liara's body higher and burying herself deeper in her ass.

Another orgasm shuddered them both. Shepard gave it a minute's rest and then made her prey stand again. She pulled out of that blue ass she found so satisfying and rammed her cock into Liara's azure again. Picking up the blue asari juicy backside in her arms she kept the same rough, fast tempo clearly intended on driving Liara to another climax. Sweat was running down her back, her red hair was sticking to her face yet the ferocious hunger on her face has not diminished.

Liara was loosing herself in this vicious ride. She was being dragged towards her next climax, she could not remember how many she had times she came before that. Both her head and legs were wobbling freely – she did not have the strength to keep them steady anymore.

The only real things left in the whole universe were the handles she was still clutching at tightly more out of reflex then conscious effort and the burning, searing sensations caused by Shepard's cock as it ravished her azure and her ass in dazzlingly rapid succession – both insanely pleasurable and slightly painful at the same time. The only thing keeping her from loosing her mind was the unyielding, monolithic presence in her mind. Shepard's fierce consciousness was like red hot metal rod directing her, keeping her from simply fainting, filling her to the brim with lust, willing her to submit to that raw power. Liara was supremely eager to do just that. She let all of her thoughts go and clung tightly to Shepard's mind.

"I feel... oh, that's nice... I feel like you have learned your lesson, bitch."

Commander steadied her grip and forced her cock as deep as she could into the blue asari's azure. Shepard's mind caught Liara's and forced her to spiral into their final orgasm. The redhead roared with pleasure knowing that she was taking what was hers, marking her property once again. Her cock was contracting pumping more of her own wetness into Liara's overflowing azure.

For several minutes she stood still at the apex of her thrust just enjoying the sensations of complete and utter dominance. The joining lingered a moment longer and dissipated. With a long, full breath Shepard pulled out and let go of her willing slave. The asari having lost her only support let go of the handles and collapsed to the floor. Liara had been beyond exhausted. Her body could not move a muscle reveling in calming warm numbness, her mind was so blissfully empty there was not a shred of a single thought.

Shepard slid her hand down the shaft of her wet cock pulling gently. The sensor transmitting plate disconnected itself from its place over her clit. Commander winced at the sensation, then she pulled the smaller end of the toy out of her very slowly. As the end of the toy left her body completely she let out a breath through gritted teeth. Smiling slightly at one of her favorite tools she put it on the table to be properly cleaned later by Liara.

Right, Liara. The Spectre returned to the lying blue form at the wall. She picked her up carefully and carried her to the bed. Shepard placed the exhausted body in a comfortable position and pulled the covers over the asari's shoulders.

"Shepard..." Liara murmured opening her eyes weakly. "You... Master, you could have left me where I was. I was comfortable enough."

"I take good care of everything I own. You should know that by now." Commander poked at Liara's nose with a surprisingly playful gesture. "You did your job well today and you have learned your lesson."

She moved to the bedside table rotating, then pressing something on the small terminal. Then she turned around and grabbed a long black robe from the chair in the corner. She put the robe over her glistening from sweat yet somehow not entirely tired body, tied the belt and sat down at the edge of the bed.

"I'm going to go take a shower. There are a couple of issues that need taking care of. You are going to sleep, rest, then clean up the place. Don't forget to take care of the toys. Also I will need some info on that Victus fella, we'll need some extra strings attached to that guy. Dig something up while I deal with stuff on the Citadel."

Liara smiled and nodded slightly acknowledging she understood her assignments. Shepard bend down and kissed her on the top of her crest. The next moment she was up and almost out of bedroom before stopping in the door frame.

"Yeah, one more thing. After you look over the footage of today's lesson send it to my terminal up in the cabin. I'd like to see it first before sending it to Miranda. Though I'm sure she'll like it."

But the asari was already deeply asleep.

"Oh, well." The redhead muttered to herself. "I can do that much myself."

Sheppard turned towards the exit and keyed in something on her Omni-tool. A blink of an eye later she disappeared out of sight. The door opened then closed on its own.

. . .

Aria reread the message one more time:

"Shepard,

I have some valuable information you really want to get your hands on. You did help me get Omega back so you're the first in line to get a shot at it. Do not think this is charity work. You will have to play me for it somehow. You know where to find me. Do not keep me waiting for too long. There are other buyers already lined up.

Aria."

Yeah that sounded exactly like her. She did indeed prepared some juicy information to "sell" to the Commander. Though all of it was only a convenient excuse to get her redhead sexy body in the same vicinity as Aria. There was no way to tell she had more ambitious plans other then business.

Good. Aria's leather clad fingers hovered over her Omni-tool for a second... Send. The predatory grin on her purple face grew wider. Fine. Let's see how good you are at this game, Shepard!

Aria had no doubts that she would be fucking the Hero of the Citadel very soon. She had centuries to practice her seduction techniques. What challenge a simple, street rat of a human could pose to her skills? Aria will take her time seducing her pray, stripping away all the resistance, perhaps even making her beg, but in the end she will brake that smug redhead and fuck her brains out. After that her irritating infatuation with the human will be done and over with.

What the Queen of Omega did not know was that this little message would start a very dangerous gamble for her. Game where all the players are not at all what they seem.