Chapter 3 - The Justicar and Her Daughter

"The crew loved her, Shepard," Gardner said proudly. "Best meal they've had yet."

 "Glad I didn't have to waste that body of hers," Shepard replied. "And they don't suspect a thing?"

 "Of course not, Commander. I simply told them that we got it from a market back on Illium. None of the crew would think that they were eating a fellow human... and Kelly, at that." The sergeant's eyes gleamed.

 Shepard chuckled. "Well, if you still have some of that stew, I'd like some."

 "Alright. I'll cook some up and by the time you're back from your mission, you'll have a steaming bowl of delicious stew ready for you in your cabin." Gardner turned around and resumed chopping up bits of human leg.

 Another one of Shepard's victims, boiled, steamed, and fried, then fed to her own crewmates. Shepard thought it was an adequate insult to someone like Kelly Chambers. That woman was always so sickeningly friendly. The Normandy was headed to Omega so that Shepard could do some stupid-ass task for the Justicar. She hates her. Shepard generally disliked her crew, save for maybe Grunt (she had a sort of maternal relationship with the krogan), but Samara was someone that she absolutely despised. It was her revoltingly calm attitude toward things that angered Shepard... she acted so serene and yet could kill someone, anyone, without a second thought. She was similar to Shepard in that way. Perhaps the Commander just didn't like those that were like her, because then they were a threat. Samara was dangerous.

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 "Morinth!" Samara exclaimed. She used her biotics to throw her daughter against the window, cracking the glass. Shepard remained in her seat, watching with keen interest.

 Morinth grunted as she felt the air knocked out of her lungs from the impact. "Mother," she hissed.

 Samara jerked her arm forward to pin Morinth even tighter against the window. "Do not call me that!"

 "I can't choose to stop being your daughter, mother."

 "You made your choice long ago."

 Morinth's anger surged through her as she encased herself in biotics, then released the energy in a powerful explosion, causing the Justicar to back away with expert agility. "What choice? My only crime was being born with the gifts you gave me!" Samara levitated into the air, though Morinth lifted an armchair and propelled it towards her, knocking her mother to the ground.

 Samara slowly started to bring herself up. "Enough, Morinth!" she outstretched her arm and a intense, biotic blast advanced toward her daughter. Morinth was sent flying to the other side of the room. Mother and daughter stood and gathered all their strengths against each other, creating a violent field of biotic energy between the both of their extended arms.

 "I am the genetic destiny of the asari. But they are not ready to reveal this, so I must die."

 "You are a disease to be purged! Nothing more!"

 "I'm as strong as she is, let me join you!"

 "I am already sworn to help you, Shepard, let us finish this!"

 Shepard finally stood up from the couch and walked toward them. She shielded herself with arm, feeling the magnetic-like force of their biotics, which were battling for dominance. Shepard knew what she wanted to do. She grabbed Samara's arm and almost wanted to laugh when she saw the complete look of shock on the Justicar's face. She grinned and let Morinth concentrate her biotics shockwave on her. Samara fell to the floor pathetically.

 Shepard saw Morinth sped toward her mother menacingly. One more second and she'd be gone.

 "Wait!" Shepard yelled when Morinth raised her biotically charged fist at Samara. Morinth's other hand was securely enclosed around her neck.

 Morinth didn't turn her head to look at the Commander, keeping her gaze fixed on her mother's face, which was caked with dirt and blood. Purple fluid leaked from her nose. "WHAT?!"

 "Let me hold her." Shepard knelt behind the Justicar and wrapped her arm around her neck, closing off her airway. Her other arm snaked about her waist. Shepard stood and carried her up, then pressed her back tightly against her own body, Shepard's firm muscles keeping her in place. Samara frantically tried to escape but alas, Shepard's own biotics kept her where she was. Morinth got the message and smiled sadistcally. She split her mother's armor open at the torso, putting her large, ample breasts on display. She balled her fists and struck her breasts with unrelenting force.. Samara did her best to preserve her dignity and didn't utter a sound.

 Morinth released all her pent-up rage toward the woman that she was ashamed to call her mother. Over the past few centuries, her anger toward her mother had steadily risen to the point of no return. This woman... no, this worthless piece of garbage... never acted like her mother and pretty much severed all connections with her when the doctor diagnosed her as an Ardat-Yakshi. Morinth swung her fists at the woman in an uncontrollable frenzy, using her entire body as a punching bag. She punched her directly on the nose and almost immediately purple blood gushed through. Morinth's fist then collided with her stomach, which caused a combination of saliva and blood to splutter from Samara's mouth. Shepard still held on tightly, releasing just enough so that Samara could gasp for air.

 "You don't know how long," a swift kick to her crotch, "I've waited," another punch to her lower abdomen, "FOR THIS!" Shepard released her arm around Samara's neck to let Morinth piston one last, merciless uppercut to her chin. It hurt her knuckles, but it was worth it when she heard Samara's jaw fracture. Shepard then let go of her waist, letting the beaten Justicar crumple to the floor.

 Morinth retreated to look through her drawers, where she found an array of exotic knives; she had used them on her previous lovers, as it was always fun to toy with them a bit before finishing them off with a brain-hemorrhaging orgasm. She took two then walked back to her mother and Shepard.

 "Here," Morinth handed Shepard a long, thin knife. "Press the button on the handle to use it."

 Shepard, not knowing knives had buttons, searched for it. She found the metallic button and pressed it. For a while, it seemed like nothing happened. "Umm... what's this supposed to do?"

 "Touch the blade." Shepard placed her index finger on it, then quickly jerked her hand away. "Fuck, it's hot."

 "Put it anywhere you want," Morinth smiled. Shepard knelt down to the weeping warrior. She tore off her remaining pieces of armor, noticed a concealed weapon she had, and put it on the floor. She then lay Samara on her back. She placed a hand on her thigh and jammed the white-hot blade into her azure. Samara's chest heaved from the ground and she fought to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs as the knife burned its way through. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets and her body continued to squirm, but Shepard's hand to kept her still. The Commander then twisted the knife as she went farther in. Samara could feel herself bleeding.

 Morinth had taken the moment move up and sit next to her mother's head. Her face was barely recognizable and Morinth could tell she was struggling to not cry out. Shepard removed the knife from her vagina swiftly and a gush of blood spilled to the floor. Morinth suddenly grabbed Samara's face with both hands and looked her straight in the eyes (or one, as the other was closed shut).

 "On your hands and knees, bitch." Samara simply stared at her, doing nothing. Her eye looked empty. Morinth stabbed her leg with her jagged knife in fury. Samara winced in utter pain, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. A cruel grin stretched across Morinth's lips as her mother complied. She got on all fours and presented her ass in the air, for both of them to see. Shepard nearly drooled at the sight, and her dick agreed."Go ahead and fuck her," Morinth said bluntly. Shepard got up and pulled down her pants, then got to work with no delay. Shepard wasn't quite used to taking orders and she certainly didn't trust Morinth, being the serial killer she was, but why waste the opportunity to fuck a Justicar?

 Samara finally let her tears flow freely. She had tried to keep them in but no longer could, being in the degrading position she was. However, she would keep silent the entire ordeal. Morinth sought to change that. She stood and looked down at her mother rather disdainfully. This was the famous Justicar hero? This was whom many across the galaxy revered for being brave and valiant, the woman that was supposed to bring justice in a world of chaos?

 Pathetic.

 This was a fallen warrior on her hands and knees, getting raped from behind as her own daughter disregarded her. She was clearly unworthy of such a title. Sure, she wasn't screaming. But everyone had a breaking point. Morinth reached toward her mother's head and grabbed the ends of head crests from both sides. Samara's devastated face became alarmed and her body trembled as she knew what was to come next. Morinth pulled back with incredible force and both tentacles came off almost instantly. Still, she did not scream. Tears only bubbled from her swollen eyes.

 Morinth, becoming even angrier, took her knife and put it right about her forehead, sawing away the rest of her head crests. Samara nearly choked on her own blood as it came rushing down her face; all she could see was purple. The pain was unbearable but still... she did not scream. She did her best to look back at her daughter coolly. Morinth grit her teeth in wrath and grabbed her cheeks; her grip was steel. The top of Samara's brain was fucking exposed by then.

 Her daughter's eyes darkened until they became completely black, then Samara felt a tingle of biotic energy along her spine before her nervous system overloaded and her brain started to hemorrhaging; Samara's mouth finally opened and she let out a horrendous scream. Her nose, eyes, ears, mouth, all orifices had copious amounts of blood pouring through. Morinth looked up to see her brain almost fizzing with blood and splotches of dark purple in large, various areas. Finally, her mother stopped screaming and eventually stopped breathing, too. She crumpled to the ground with Shepard still pounding away as if nothing had happened, only this time kneeling down to accommodate. Purple foam leaked from Samara's mouth to the floor.

 Morinth moved her head forward slightly and put the jagged knife to her neck, slicing away the spinal cord, cutting away the various muscles, with liters of blood streaming downward from the major artery. She tore through the skin easily and pulled her head up to look her face to face. Her eyes were almost completely rolled back, with unimaginable amounts of blood all across her features.

 Shepard took notice and pulled out of Samara's ass, then walked over to where Morinth was. She grabbed Samara's head and slowly fit her dick through her windpipe. Morinth looked on with interest. After a while, the head of the penis appeared from Samara's gaping mouth. Morinth raised a brow and looked up at Shepard. There was an unspoken command etched across her face. Morinth obeyed and dipped her head forward, wrapping her lips around the few inches that peaked out. She took in as much as she could, to the point that her lips met her mother's; as if she were kissing her.

 "You should know better than to trust a fellow serial killer, Morinth."

 Then everything went black, and that was the last thing she remembered. Shepard had taken Samara's concealed pistol and shot her daughter through the head while, ironically, she was giving head. Morinth nearly flew backwards, with blood and chunks of her brain scattering on the floor. Shepard took Samara's head, which was still on her, and began thrusting, finishing off. She knelt down next to Morinth and released her seed all over her face. Shepard removed the Justicar's head used the jagged knife to decapitate Morinth as well. She took them both to her cabin.

 