The Captive of the Gray Intermediary

During the theft of Shepard's body by the Gray Broker, Liara stayed behind to cover Feron. Drell delivered the commander's body to Cerberus, at the cost of Dr. T'Soni's capture...

Liara lost track of time. Previously, torture had been a daily procedure, but even asari physiology couldn't withstand such strain. Beatings, shock therapy, biotic presses—this was just a small part of the list. So, it was decided to conduct tortures with intervals. At first, they were short, but over time they grew longer and longer. However, electrotherapy was administered with every attempt to move, which taught Liara to lie "like a soldier." Very rarely was she unstrapped

from the chair. She was only unstrapped to allow her to relieve herself or to be hosed down with cold water. All these procedures were conducted under the close guard of the Gray Broker's troops, as anything could be expected from an asari commando.

However, Liara didn't have the strength to resist. A frontal assault, with only a biotic barrier and the thin skin of an asari, was too much for her. She is a commando, but not a Spectre. Though now, that didn't matter.

It was time for a contrast shower. The titanium restraints opened. The girl rubbed her freed wrists, she was surrounded by a squad of troops with shotguns, and red dots from laser sights adorned the top of her head. Her entire face was covered in bruises, turning her blue face a dark purple. Two tried to undress her, but she waved them off, starting to remove her dirty robe herself. Blood, sweat, and dirt covered her clothing in a thick layer. Under Dr. T'Soni's robe, there was no underwear—it had been disposed of during the first washing. The male troops collectively swallowed.

One of the troops, judging by the figure a female, turned the tap on a hose, from which boiling water began to spray. Asari were essentially water-close beings, so cold water wouldn't have the desired effect on her, after which it was decided to use hot water dousing. Liara screamed from the body-scorching jet, covering her face with one hand and her "azure" with the other. A few seconds later, she turned her back to the jet. The trooper dousing her kept weakening and strengthening the stream to satisfy their perverted ego.

A minute later, Liara was left alone—she fell to the floor and curled into a fetal position. Her body, covered in hematomas, was now also burned. The burns cooled, bringing an additional dose of pain that reflexively made her moan.

 — Boys, she's ready. You have an hour.

The snipers left their posts. Several troops, including the one who hosed Liara down, left the room. Liara didn't understand what was happening, but it clearly wasn't good. Two large troops remained in the room. Their race was hard to determine due to the suits. They could be humans, batarians, maybe even asari in heavy armor. She didn't have to guess for long—they removed their helmets, revealing humans underneath—a Black man and a European. They looked at her mockingly, a look she had only seen on Joker when he was about to play a prank on someone. But their gaze was more frightening, reminiscent of a krogan's look before a fight.

The Black man grabbed Liara under the armpits, and the European by the legs. The places they held sent signals of pain, from which the girl screamed loudly and began to moan. The humans seemed amused by this. They laid her on the table behind her chair. The Black man grabbed her breasts and began to knead them. Liara moaned in pain, but resisting was beyond her strength. The European rubbed her "azure" with his palm, then inserted his index and middle fingers. Blood rushed to Liara's genitals, and her brain feverishly tried to process both pleasure and pain.

 — I'm no expert in asari physiology, but it looks like our "girl" is still a virgin—the European smirked.

 — Ha! How old is she?

 — Probably over a hundred. These bitches live for millennia.

 — A century-old virgin!

The men laughed. The Black man grabbed Liara by the chin and looked into her eyes. Her right eye was more squinted than the left, likely because the right had been hit harder. The Black man opened his mouth and literally sucked on Liara's lips. The European decided not to fall behind and inserted his phallus into the girl. Liara's eyes widened. Her screams were stuck in the Black man's mouth, who played with his tongue inside hers. The European started at a slow pace, which increased geometrically. The Black man couldn't hold back his snake in his pants any longer. He lifted Liara from the table and penetrated her anus. The asari screamed in pain. The screams were like fuel to the fire—the two tormentors added steam. The European held her by the armpits, the Black man by the waist. They jerked the girl on their phalluses in sync, as if they'd done this before. The European pressed his face against the asari's blue breasts. The Black man pulled out his member, which was covered in purple blood. He sat on the deactivated torture chair, impaling Liara from the front, giving the European a chance to enjoy the rear. The pace increased, and the moans grew louder. Tears streamed down Liara's face. An image of Shepard appeared before her. The human she liked. The human with whom she hoped to spend her first night. Liara felt the men slowing down. It seemed they were at their peak of pleasure. They made a few sharp movements, and suddenly she felt something warm filling her from within. They both sighed loudly. Liara was breathing rapidly. She didn't remember when her peak of sexual pleasure was, but she clearly missed it. She only convulsively gulped air. The Black man pressed her to his body.

 — What I like about these alien chicks—you can cum as much as you want, but they won't get knocked up—said the European, pulling out his member. The Black man pulled Liara to him to kiss her goodbye.

 — Why are you crying? Two good uncles just made you a woman! Be happy! — he said, wiping tears from her face. Liara suddenly opened her eyes. Shock froze on the Black man's face—her pupils were completely black. He realized he couldn't move.

 — Embrace eternity

A terrible scream echoed through the Gray Broker's base...

The Gray Broker was reading the report on the incident that occurred during the interrogation of Dr. T'Soni.

"During the scheduled torture of Dr. T'Soni, Lieutenant Smith and Lieutenant Coles abused their authority by engaging in sexual contact with the prisoner. After finishing, Dr. T'Soni burned Lieutenant Smith's brain, causing instant cerebral hemorrhage. According to doctors, a genetic disease of pureblood asari, called ardat-yakshi, manifested in her."

"The psychological state of Lieutenant Coles was shaken after what he witnessed. He was placed in the medical corps. Dr. T'Soni was placed in a level two isolation cell. The officer responsible for scheduled tortures, Captain Coles, was taken into custody. Surveillance camera recordings were saved and attached to this letter."

Agent Ferron'