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 Tags: Mass Effect, Liselle T'Loak, Aria T'Loak, Counselor Tevos, F/F,
Willing, Implied Cannibalism, Snuff, Domination and Submission, Voyeurism,
Incest, Guillotine, Amputation, Machine

   Liselle Offers Her Life

   "Do you know why you are here?" Aria asked her daughter, Liselle, from
atop her throne from the top of Afterlife.  Next to her, restrained at the
base of her couch was another Asari, covered in an Asari-leather set of
bondage restraints that emphasized her bright blue tits, each one pierced
with a set of silver studs through the nipples.  The restraints came
complete with a full face mask to hide the Asari's identity, with tiny
holes for Ara's prized lover to see through, and a ball gag to keep her
quiet.  Liselle knew it was Councilor Tevos beneath the mask, her other
mother; the bright blue skin and piercings gave the game away to those who
knew her.  But despite Tevos being the Asari counselor, it was hard to fear
the powerful politician when her arms were strapped behind her and she was
unable to speak the slightest word through the gag stretching her jaw. 
Liselle herself was naked, her soft purple almost lavender skin shining in
the wild lights of the club.

   Liselle was nervous.  This wasn't the first time that her mother had
called her to her seat of power, the older matriarch was incredibly
controlling and had taken every opportunity to enforce Liselle's purpose
upon her.  To Aria, Liselle wasn't just a daughter, or her most effective
employee, she was also Aria's prized possession; an absolutely pristine
Azure filet that had been aging for nearly three centuries.  A filet that
as of yesterday was no longer untouched.

   "No, mother," Liselle responded, hesitantly.  Her mother was obsessed
with the proper care of her Azure, telling her since she was young that her
sole purpose in life was to one day have her sex harvested to fuel one of
her mother's orgies.  The diets her mother put her on since a young age
were never designed with her health in mind (though they were hardly
unhealthy), but aimed instead at giving her azure extra flavor for Aria to
enjoy once she took it from Liselle, killing her in the process.  The
friends her mother had found for her had been focused on teasing her and
keeping her in a constant state of arousal without any relief, to add spice
to the cut.  And now, Liselle had ruined almost three hundred years of hard
work her mother had put into her.

   It wasn't that Liselle objected to being snuffed for her meat, quite the
opposite actually, it had been a constant fantasy for years, and Liselle
had grown to almost need it.  She couldn't get off without thinking about
it, masturbating in her bed at night, thinking about her mother carving her
apart, sinking her teeth into her daughter's most sensitive of spots... 
The thought never failed to bring her to orgasm.  But Liselle had wanted
more.  After almost three centuries, she had had enough of being her
mother's pristine virgin for harvest.  She was done ripening, she was ready
to be culled  now.

   "You filthy little liar," Aria replied.  "I know exactly what you did
yesterday.  Did you think I wouldn't notice?  On Omega!?"

   Liselle hadn't been sure, a part of her had hoped that what she'd done;
her little spout of maidenly rebellion, would pass unnoticed.  But another
part had hoped her mother would find out, that she'd punish her for her
act. Liselle wasn't sure what would happen after that, whether her mother
would see her use as more than just an expensive edible aphrodisiac, or
whether the punishment would be fatal, her mother completely incensed over
all the hard work that Liselle had completely destroyed with one act of
sexual liberation.

   "You ruined my prize, you slutty.  Little.  Whore!" Aria roared,
incensed.  "You're completely useless to me now!"

   Liselle was afraid, she'd seen her mother like this before, but never
directed at her.  It typically didn't end well for the target of her rage.
Tevos was wearing the remnants of the last example her mother made of an
uppity young maiden, a girl who'd tried to cut Aria out of weapons
trafficking across the station.  Despite knowing it would be her end,
Liselle's own sex was drenched at the thought of her mother doing that to
her.

   With Liselle naked, Aria could easily tell what her daughter was
feeling, the trail of liquid sliding down her thigh, her rock hard nipples,
the way the lavender-skinned maiden was rubbing her thighs together, it was
clear that Liselle was enjoying her punishment.  Aria didn't care.  This
wasn't about making her daughter regret what she'd done, Liselle wouldn't
be living long enough to make whether she regretted anything or not matter.
No, this punishment was about enforcing Aria's will, and about satisfying
the older Asari's sadistic urges to punish her girl for this, possibly
intentional slight.

   "You're spoiled!  I can't eat your azure not that you've ruined it. 
It's useless to me now!" Aria berated, making Liselle's Azure clench with
arousal.  "I guess I'll just have to salvage what I can from your worthless
hide."

   "What...  What do you mean, Mother?" Liselle asked nervously.  Did Aria
intend for her to work off the effort Aria had invested in her?  Turn her
into a servile gimp like counselor Tevos?  Liselle could do that, but
somehow, she didn't think that was what her mom intended to do with her.

   "I mean, I'm having your tawdry ass snuffed and harvested before you
destroy any more of my precious investments.  If you can't be trusted to
keep the sole reason I raised you safe, then you obviously can't be trusted
with the rest of your meat, as debased and worthless as it now is."

   A thrill went through Liselle at Aria's declaration.  She'd always loved
the way her mother insulted others with such passion.  Tearing them down
and ruthlessly dominating them with just her words.  Having that skill
turned on her for the first time in her life was...  indescribable.  Of
course, the substance of her mom's declaration was just as important.  Aria
was having her snuffed!  Snuffed and harvested, it was just like some of
her darker fantasies and the mere thought of it was making her wetter and
wetter by the second.

   "This is turning you on, isn't it you cheap little whore?" Aria asked,
staring at her daughter's dripping Azure.

   "Yes, Mother," Liselle replied quickly.  There was no use hiding it, not
when Aria could tell what was going on as plain as day.

   "I'm almost glad you spoiled my prize.  Who knows how debased you'd have
tasted if you're practically cumming at the idea of being snuffed and
harvested for the rest of your nearly worthless body," Aria replied.  "I
how you enjoy this you dirty little snuff-slut, because you aren't going to
live through the hour."

   Liselle almost came right there from her mother's words alone, but she
didn't she held herself back.  This was her last chance to cum, and she
wanted to make the most of it.  She wanted to cum just as she lost
everything.  The risk, the mere idea that she could be interrupted, that
she could gamble and lose, she let herself go too late and never cum
again...  it held her in thrall.

   "Jinae, have an automated butcher's block brought up to the lounge.  As
well as all the tools needed to harvest a disobedient daughter for her
meat. Bring a guillotine and a pillory as well," Aria ordered the Asari
commando guarding one of the stairs to her platform in Afterlife.  Her
daughter had ruined centuries of effort, she wanted her snuffed as soon as
possible.  Nobody fucks with Aria.

   Her lust alone was almost enough to bring Liselle to her knees.  She was
going to be snuffed here?  At the top of Afterlife?  In front of half of
Omega?  In front of both of her parents?  Her azure was on fire.  Liselle
could see several of her childhood friends scattered about the room.  There
was Lia standing guard, and Taylie dancing on a pole below, one eye always
fixed on what was going on above her.  Jara, another dancer was giving one
customer a private lap dance in a booth.  They would all see her snuffed
like the worthless hunk of meat she really was.  The thought was almost
painfully arousing.

   Aria let her daughter stew in her own juices for the two minutes it took
to bring up the machines she asked for, directing the pillory to be set
next to her gimp, and the other two devices to be placed in front of her,
in full view of the floor below.

   The older Asari's stony silence as they both awaited the instruments of
her demise unnerved Liselle, but she kept herself busy by contemplating
what was happening to her.  She had always assumed that she was going to be
dragged to the kitchens, and butchered there.  She'd never seen the insides
of that area herself.  No one had, other than the cooks.  Though, come to
think of it Liselle hadn't seen any of those either.  Dancers sent to the
kitchens never returned.  Not alive anyway.  Asari-meat always appeared on
the menu after a dancer entered, either from being ordered to report by
Aria or on a dare from the other dancers, a practice which Aria tacitly
supported despite causing a high turnover.  Asari-meat was on the menu at
Afterlife with an astonishing regularity.  Liselle had sort of been looking
forward to seeing it.

   "I had originally planned to harvest your Azure myself, by hand.  But
your selfishness ruined  that.  Now you're barely fit for my customers to
eat, much less worthwhile enough for me to harvest personally.  If you want
to  be treated like all the other Asari snuff-sluts I've had harvested over
the years, then that's fine.  I'll treat you like the meat I had you bred
to be.  You're nothing but meat now, you stupid, slutty little brat," Aria
declared once the machines were in place, the guillotine snapped into the
automated butcher's block to create one whole machine, and Tevos locked
into the Pillory with her feet next to her head, her arms still locked
behind her back and her ass and azure jutting out just enough to make a
tempting target for a crop,  showing off her own bared and dripping azure
while removing her ability to turn away from the sight of her daughter
being butchered.  The crop was one of Aria's favorite ways to have
Liselle's other mother punished, as Liselle well knew.  The queen of Omega
had even her chastise Counselor Tevos on several occasions, usually with
the windows to her throne-room darkened and her concealing face-mask
removed so that she could stare into her mother's eyes as she whipped her
sopping cunt.

   "Meat doesn't deserve a name, and neither do you," Aria declared. 
"Climb up on that block and lock yourself into the guillotine, once you've
finished with that, you can start harvesting yourself for me."

   The effect this whole display was having on Tevos was absolutely clear
to anyone able to see her.  The Asari gimp was trembling, and her nipples
looked hard enough to cut through Thanix battleship armor.  She'd never
been that involved in Liselle's life, she didn't want to get attached after
Aria told her what she planned to do with their daughter, but somehow,
despite seeing Aria snuff countless girls and send countless more for
harvesting, the sight of her naked daughter being ordered to snuff herself
for Aria's enjoyment was more arousing than the deaths of a dozen other
girls combined.

   Liselle stared at the machine.  This was it.  This was how she was going
to die.  For a second Liselle thought about running.  Just fleeing naked
through her mother's club and out to one of the many docks.  She could stow
away and service the crew once she was found.  They might even end up
snuffing her themselves.  A gang of pirates coming across a naked Asari
maiden, it was a possibility.  Or they might keep her as a sex slave,
forcing her to pay back the cost of her passage for the rest of her life.
She'd heard of it happening.  She might even get away with it, sneak off
the ship at the first port of call and make a new life for herself, away
from Omega, away from her mother.  But Liselle couldn't do it.  It was like
she was trapped in a bad vid, the only direction her legs would move was
towards the machine, towards the final makeshift bed where she'd be laid to
rest.

   Aria watched enthralled as her daughter willingly climbed up onto the
automated butcher's block.  She'd ordered countless girls snuffed, the
automated VI in the kitchen taking care of anyone that entered, but it was
only very rarely that she got to see a girl snuff herself, much less her
own daughter.  The sight was incredibly hot.  Aria knew that she'd be
snuffing Liselle's mother within the next century.  Aria had found the
already well-connected matron at a snuff show she'd put on for her
customers, an incredibly rare event meant to showcase what would happen if
someone crossed her.  Over the years she'd lost track of just what the
maiden she had snuffed had done to displease her, but she'd never forgotten
the site of then 'minister' Tevos with her dress pulled up to her belly
openly fingering her Azure in what she thought was an unobserved corner as
she stared dreamily at Aria's victim, clearly wishing she was in the other
girl's place as Aria had her impaled vertically through her Azure and left
to slowly bleed out, naked, the occasional electric jolt sent through the
spit causing the girl to spasm and cum on command.

   Eventually, she would end up snuffing Tevos.  She'd spent enough effort
nurturing the counselor into a submissive snuff slut that that was just an
inevitability now.  But she wouldn't be snuffing Tevos any time soon.  Not
until the counselor's usefulness had run out, both as a political toy, and
as a sexual one.  She'd be using the submissive matron as a tool to replace
her lost Azure filet later tonight, putting yet another daughter in her to
raise as a dutiful and chaste snuff slut to provide her with a perfect
dinner.  Maybe she'd have Tevos snuffed after finishing off their next
daughter, she should be retired from the counsel by then.

   The automatic butchering machine was complicated, but Liselle managed to
make sense of it as she climbed on top of the mostly clear horizontal slab
that was positioned just high enough to give those looking at her from the
floor of the club an incredible show while also managing to block her
second, subservient mother's face from view; a fact helped by the way that
Tevos had been moved once she was locked in place.  There were a multitude
of different locks on the slab, starting with four sets of  leg-locks,
around ankles, above and below the knees, and upper thighs.  There were
Arm-locks at wrist, upper bicep, and above and below the elbows, which
locked shut, but looked like they had enough slack that they would allow
her to move her arms.  Then there were a further two locks about her waist
and just below her breasts, and one around her throat that was actually the
stock for the guillotine itself.  Liselle willingly fastened each one in
turn, first the ankles, pulling her legs far enough apart to strain them
and thrust her already wet azure out into the open air.  Next the rest of
her leg locks keeping her in place no matter how hard she struggled.  She
could see her mother smile as she trapped herself in the harvesting machine
willingly going along with her demands.  Next, Liselle fastened the locks
around her torso, keeping her from bending her way to reach the leg locks.
It would probably take over a minute to free herself now, a minute in which
Aria could order her snuffed in any one of a dozen of different ways.  A
machine this complicated probably had a VI, and if Liselle had learned
anything about her mother over the years it was that Aria didn't leave
anything to chance, especially not the willing cooperation of her victims.
Somehow, the knowledge that her mom would be snuffing her tonight whether
she helped or not had only managed to make Liselle's azure clench in
arousal before releasing a flood of enjoyment at the thought.

   With Liselle mostly secured, Aria pulled the hood off of the Asari
Matron who had given birth to her.  "Are you enjoying watching your
worthless little girl snuff herself, Tevos?" Aria asked, secure in the
knowledge that the club's lout music would hide her words from those intent
on listening in, and that Tevos' position rendered her invisible from those
watching from below.

   "Yes, mistress Aria," the Asari counselor moaned.  "I just wish it was
me in her place...  Liselle is such a dutiful little snuff-slut and I'm
proud of her for- ah!"

   Tevos' praise was cut off by the loud crack of a riding crop landing
hard against her sex.  "That's enough.  This worthless little cuntling of
yours doesn't deserve any praise, not after ruining my special dinner. 
She'll be lucky if I decide that her meat is fit to feed the vorcha out
back!"

   Liselle practically creamed herself at that beautiful mental image.  Her
mother tossing scraps of her meat to the mutated fish dogs that infested
the asteroid turned city.  It was so...  degrading...

   "Well, what are you waiting for, you useless cow.  Finish the job I gave
you." Liselle eagerly complied, lifting the stock of the artificially
archaic looking Guillotine so that she could fit her head inside and
securing the lock around the stocks that went with it, trapping her neck as
well as the rest of her body in place.

   The stocks blocked Liselle's view slightly, keeping her from turning her
head and making sure that her attention was completely focused on the
gleaming metal blade suspended above her neck that Liselle knew would be
used to end her life.  Still, despite her diminished field of vision,
Liselle managed to blindly secure her remaining limbs in the straps and
locks provided for them.

   "Barely adequate," Aria dismissed Liselle's accomplishment.  "If you're
done wasting my precious time, it's time for you to fulfill your only
remaining purpose in life.  There should be a button within reach of your
right hand if you squirm.  Press it."

   Liselle had a good idea what the button would do to her, especially
since it was the only button she could find on the surface of the table
itself.  But despite the trepidation that she felt at complying, the sheet
knowledge that pressing this button could end her, snuffing out her life
without any chance of appeal, Liselle pressed it anyway.

   Immediately, Liselle felt a sharp prick in the base of her spine from
what must have been a hidden needle protruding from the automatic butcher's
block.  Almost immediately the strain in Liselle's legs went away, replaced
by an almost airy wash of pleasure in the areas that used to twinge and
ache.  The feeling flooded slowly through her body, taking almost a minute
to completely fill her with a vague sense of euphoria.  Liselle couldn't
tell what the substance was that she'd been injected with, but whatever it
was it was amazing!

   Aria of course knew what was now coursing through her soon to be
ex-daughter's veins.  She'd created the serum herself.  A mixture of
traditional azure spice packets with potent aphrodisiacs and extremely
illegal stimulants, the mixture permanently switched all signals from an
Asari's nerves to pleasure, as well as giving their meat the unique and
addictive kick that made Afterlife's Asari-meat dishes sell out almost
immediately after they were added to the menu.

   A full minute after pressing the button, a pair of high energy blades
constrained by mass effect fields rather like the omni blade rose up on
spindly waldos, inching towards Liselle's painfully exposed tits.  The
waldos were thin, the blades slow, they'd pose absolutely no threat at all
against anyone prepared for them.  Even an infant could probably avoid
them, but strapped down as she was there was no escaping the blades for
Liselle.

   Liselle's azure spasmed as the blade began to cut into her massive tits,
severing them neatly at the base of her chest.  There was something wrong,
Liselle realized.  This should be painful, but instead Liselle was nearly
cumming, the sensation intensifying by the second as the blades carved
effortlessly through her ample chest, the energy blades cauterizing the
flesh as they went, leaving an absolutely tantalizing smell that Liselle
would recognize anywhere, the sizzling scent of roasting Asari.  If Liselle
had any doubt about her fate as meat that tempting aroma completely erased
it.  She smelled delicious.

   Millimeter by millimeter the blades carved, each new cut sending almost
impossible waves of nearly endless pleasure through Liselle's body until
finally after almost a minute and what felt like dozens of mind-shattering
orgasms, the semi solid blades destroying her chest winked out, leaving her
newly separated tits to slide greasily down the curve of her rib-cage to
rest on her belly.  Liselle panted, deep gasping breaths that by some minor
miracle failed to dislodge either of her massive former mammaries.

   "All fat," Aria complained, looking at Liselle's massive severed
mammaries.  "Your fat tits are completely useless!  They're barely fit to
grease a frying pan."

   Liselle couldn't muster the strength to respond, but she could feel her
cunt clenching at the accusation despite how much it ached from the near
continuous flow of climaxes.  The thought of her tits being rubbed across a
hot pan, their fat melting and greasing it so that the rest of her could
fry...  it was absolutely sublime.

   "Well, what are you waiting for you lazy whore.  Press the button again
and start the next stage!"

   Liselle didn't think she could.  She was exhausted, her mind clouded by
dozens of orgasms, her limbs felt like lead, and despite feeling them on
her stomach where they'd landed, she could also feel them aching in the
empty spaces above her chest where they used to sit.  Liselle gathered her
strength and hit the button once more.

   The waldos hummed insistently as they moved to either side of Liselle's
body, glowing a menacing orange that Liselle had once associated with the
danger of Omni-blades but after the last press of the button now only
associated with the intense mind-breaking pleasure they could bring her. 
Liselle's mind flashed with brain-numbing pleasure as the blades sliced
into her upper arms just barely below her shoulders, the sizzling sound as
they burned through her limbs sending her appetite into overdrive despite
the meat cooking being her own flesh.  Aria's jibe about using her tits to
grease the pan had only helped to spur her fantasies onward into even more
depraved imaginings focused around the idea.

   A dozen more orgasms crashed against her mind, slowly shattering it, one
after another until the only words Liselle could manage were moaning
whimpers of ecstatic pleasure.  Just a little more and she'd vanish, she'd
disintegrate into nothing more than a mewling kitten begging to be snuffed.
Just a little more and-!

   It vanished, the pleasure vanished and Liselle realized that the waldos
had gone, and so had her arms.  They were still there of course, she could
see them, but she couldn't feel them.  She couldn't move them.  The small
gap between them and the rest of Liselle's body told the quivering Asari
maiden louder than any words what had happened to them.  They were gone. 
And she was now helpless.  She'd never get free now.  Not that...  not that
she wanted to, Liselle realized.  Not even a little bit.  She was helpless
now, useless for real.  Nothing more than a set of legs and an absolutely
soaked azure ready for whatever her mother had planned for it.  Some part
of Liselle's brain tried to salvage the situation, she still had legs, and
a beautiful set of hips and ass attached to them.  She could still Dance on
a pole like the girls her mom kept close in case she wanted an emergency
snack!  But Liselle knew that it was hopeless.  Without arms, maybe.  There
were people who were into that sort of thing, but missing her tits as well?
Never.

   Then, without any notice and before Liselle could blink, the waldos were
back, with the same humming orange energy blades as before.  Of course,
this time the blades were focused just a little lower...

   Liselle gasped as yet another wave of misplaced pleasure hit her as the
blades carved into her thighs.  She bucked and jerked, but the restraints
she'd so shortly fastened held her body in place as she was cut apart by
the deadly blades.  The smell of cooking Asari got stronger, and it was all
that Liselle could do to keep herself from drooling, either from hunger or
the overdose of pleasure playing across her nerves.  She came and came, her
azure clenching endlessly against itself as it struggled to milk genetic
information from a partner that just didn't exist.  Then just as Liselle
thought she'd die from the experience, it stopped, her severed and
cauterized legs slumping in place supported by their restraints even as
they came free of her body.

   Dimly, a distant part of her pleasure-addled mind took note of the fact
that she'd never walk again.  No amount of medigel would be able to restore
her cauterized legs to her, and she'd never be able to escape the table
without them.  As bad as her situation was before, Liselle was now as good
as snuffed.  Without her arms or legs she really was the useless little
whore her mom said she was.  She was just a torso, unable to do anything
without aid, reliant on the care and pity of others, and Aria T'Loak did
not do care or pity.  But that part of her mind was dim and distant, the
greater part of her, the entire rest of her mind and body from the tips of
her lavender head tentacles all the way to her now non-existent toes
coursed with pleasure.  The rest of Liselle, the Asari snuff-slut who'd
been flooded with more pleasure than she could ever imagine during the last
few minutes of her life, knew that the only thing that mattered now was
that she was carved apart and snuffed as her mother intended.  She could be
thrown away, even fed to vorcha after that, she didn't care.  She needed to
be snuffed.

   Then, everything stopped.  The blades withdrew, the slab quieted down.
The only thing left was Liselle, limbless and alone.

   "-so jealous!" Liselle realized that Counselor Tevos was talking.  Had
she zoned out?  Liselle wasn't sure.  The last thing she remembered was...
Oh, Goddess!  Her limbs!  They were...

   Liselle moaned in pleasure at the memory, the scalding heat that burned
through her flesh, the mirrored phantom heat gripping her azure...  that
was...  it was incredible!  She needed more.

   But, how?  Without her arms she couldn't press the button anymore!  She
was a helpless doll!  Unable to even snuff herself by herself!

   "That was absolutely incredible, Liselle."

   Counselor Tevos again?  What was her mother talking about?

   "Watching you cumming endlessly as the machine cut away your limbs? 
Seeing your juicy azure revealed as you came?  Goddess!  I hope Aria snuffs
me like that."

   *Crack!* "None of that, slave.  I won't have you praising this worthless
pile of flesh, and you certainly won't be snuffed until I let you be, you
naughty little cunt," Aria's voice broke through Liselle's stupor, setting
her sex on fire once more.  Out of the corners of her eyes, Liselle could
see the dancers that Aria employed as an emergency food supply unstrapping
her severed limbs before placing them on the bed of a hover-drone.  Liselle
had enjoyed quite a few of their predecessors, after all what Aria saw as
an emergency and what the poor girls she hired for the job thought one
might be frequently differed, usually fatally for the Asari maiden in
question.  She couldn't remember the names of most of the girls, but she
did recognize Malia, smiling kindly as she bent to pick Liselle's tits off
of her thoroughly greased belly.

   "Maybe I should have the rest of her thrown to the Vorcha?" Aria mused.
"If they'll eat her.  They usually are fine with trash and table scraps,
but I've never fed them a spoiled Asari before.  It might be too much even
for them to eat."

   "Can I...  that is...  mistress..." Tevos murmured.

   *crack!* Liselle winced in sympathy as she saw her mother's riding crop
smack firmly onto Tevos' bared sex.  "Speak up, slave!  My time is precious
and I won't have you wasting it with useless babbling!"

   "Sorry Mistress...  I just wanted to know if I could have the azure of
my unworthy little slut daughter, as a keepsake," Tevos pleaded.  Liselle
shivered.  Fed to vorcha, stripped of her azure?  What sweet new torture
would her mothers think of next for her.?  If she had known that this is
what would happen when she decided to defy her mother's wishes and meld
with someone for the first time...  Liselle would have done it sooner.  The
pleasant flush of her body, the waves of ecstasy coursing through her, she
would have traded years of her life, decades even to experience this
sooner!

   "Please...  Please..." Liselle whimpered, the vestiges of pleasure
quickly fading from her body until they were no more than a dull ache.

   "Please what, You slutty little sex doll?  Please mistress, will you
carve out my worthless azure for my equally worthless sex slave mother? 
Please Aria, please snuff me?  Please Aria, let me ripped apart by Vorcha
like I deserve for defying you?  Use your words you horny little cunt."
Aria cruelly replied.  "You know, I probably could have made money sealing
up those wounds of yours and selling you as a helpless pillow," Aria
drawled, "But no one would ever buy a useless soiled little bitch like you,
so I guess I'll just have to take your worthless life in repayment for all
the effort you wasted."

   "Please Aria, Mistress, rip out my Azure..." Liselle begged, her
whimpering pleas clear despite the noise of the club around her.

   "And just what exactly will you give me if I do?  Will you obey me?  You
already had that chance, that's why you're here right now, a useless
whimpering torso attached to an absolutely worthless cunt," Aria berated.

   "Anything...  I'll give anything..." Liselle begged.

   "I've already taken everything from you you worthless little quim.  You
don't have anything left."

   "My life..." Liselle pleaded.  She needed this, needed to be harvested
before the end, it was her destiny, it was the one thing her mothers, both
of them, had always promised was in store for her.

   "That's already mine, you little whore."

   "Please..." Liselle begged, helplessly.

   "What about you, my little snuff slut?" Aria asked turning to Tevos. 
"You're the one that wanted her worthless snatch, what are you willing to
give me for it?"

   Tevos' eyes widened, uncertainly.  Aria already owned her, body and
soul, what did she have to give her mistress?  Maybe it was a trick?  Maybe
it was something her mistress could already have if she desired it, but she
wanted Tevos to give it to her, freely.

   "What about another daughter?  One more worthy of your dinner?" Tevos
offered.

   "That'll do slave, that will do," Aria agreed.  "Malia, carve this
filthy slut's cunt out for my pet.  I think she needs a collar to show her
who she belongs to, and I know exactly what to make it out of."

   Despite Liselle's conviction that she couldn't be any more aroused than
she already was, the idea of her mother, the counselor of all Asari space
wearing a collar made from her sex was enough to double her arousal.  The
mere thought was enough to send her panting over the edge into another,
probably final climax, which in and of itself was enough to distract her
from Malia's approach.

   In Malia's hands she held an immense corer, much bigger than the devices
used on fruits...  In fact, the long wide metal tube tipped it serrated
teeth looked like it was designed specifically to fit around something the
size of an Asari azure.  Liselle had never seen anything like it before. 
The corer that Aria usually used, or sometimes, rarely, had her, or one of
the other girls use on the azures she intended to harvest looked shiny and
new, and used omni-blades and other tricks to keep the girls alive long
enough for them to walk, permanently gaping down to the kitchen where the
rest of their bodies would become the night's special.  This on the other
hand looked almost barbaric.  It was simple, incredibly so, just a handle,
and a metal ring at the end of a partially open tube, and as Malia brought
the mouth of the frightening device against her unguarded sex, Liselle
truly realized that this device was meant for her.

   Liselle could see the arousal dripping from Malia's uncovered azure. 
Unlike the rest of the dancers in Afterlife, the five girls constantly
employed as Aria's emergency larder wore nothing to conceal their sex while
they were on the job, and if Aria was in the club, they were on the job. 
Liselle didn't begrudge the younger Asari her arousal.  While all of the
girls who served Aria personally were beautiful virgins, there were only
two kinds of maidens who signed up for Aria's deal with the devil, Girls
who were turned on by the thought of being harvested, and the truly
desperate.  Given just how turned on the sight of Liselle's helpless sweat
drenched torso, locked into the guillotine above her was making Malia,
Liselle suspected that Malia was the former of the two types of maidens
Aria employed as her Azure larder.  Liselle couldn't blame her, after all,
if going through the process herself had only left Liselle with an
uncountable amount of orgasms, how could she fault Malia for being turned
on by the mere sight of it?  Besides, Malia had always been kind to her,
she was the sweetest of all the girls that her mother had ever hired, and
Liselle had even thought about asking Aria to let her harvest her for her
birthday.  That wouldn't happen now of course, but turnabout was certainly
fair play.

   Liselle gasped as Malia pressed the savage device against the outer
edges of her aching azure.  Did she break the skin?  Were she not locked,
helplessly into the butchering block, Liselle could have craned her neck to
look, but now there was no way for her to check.  The pleasure intensified
as the corer began to dig into Liselle's flesh, ripping and tearing through
her body just as much as it cut as Malia deftly pushed and twisted the tube
around Liselle's absolutely sopping Azure.

   "OOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!" Liselle cried out as the corer bit into her very
being, destroying her.  It was sublime.  Slow, and laborious, the way that
the the omni-blades that had removed her limbs and breasts were not.  Malia
was ruining her by hand, and it took considerable time and effort both to
drive the corer all the way through her.  Inch after satisfying inch the
brutal metal teeth of the device drover into greater heights of ecstasy. 
She quivered, and squirmed causing Malia to ruin even more of her body than
necessary, only the wide opening of the tube keeping her azure itself from
harm.  Climax after pain-fueled climax crashed into her robing her of words
and senses one after another until finally, Liselle felt her body give and
the corer broke through, tearing out the flesh around her cervix.

   Liselle gasped as the flood of pleasure and arousal suddenly dimmed,
making the world around her just a bit blander.  It didn't vanish, how
could it, when she was as turned on as Asarianly possible, but it was
definitely diminished.  Through the flood of pleasure, Liselle could make
out something smooth moving inside her, pulling out of her and dragging
something large enough to slightly stretch the new hole that Malia had torn
in her body behind it.  Liselle blinked, her senses slowly returning to her
from the nirvana they'd been dragged to.  What happened, the last thing she
remembered was...  Malia!  And the...  Oh, Goddess...  was that...  did she
really?  Liselle felt her muscles spasm as her Azure tried to clench
without responding.  She did!

   Malia pulled the corer free, clearly dragging Liselle's ovaries and womb
behind it.  They dangled softly from the mouth of the corer, limp and
lifeless now that they had been torn from her body.  Liselle's eyes
widened. She'd been harvested!  That was her azure, her womb dangling from
it like some macabre key-chain from a human antiques dealer.  She could
almost feel the gaping completely cylindrical hole that had been left
behind.  Liselle smiled, her mother did want her harvested, and now she'd
die just as she was meant to, bleeding out peacefully, secure in the
knowledge that her parents would enjoy her final gift to them.

   The stinging spritz of medigel spray woke Liselle from her pleasant
daydream.  She recognized the bottle in Malia's hands, she'd used it as a
kid after shinning her knees.  It stopped bleeding almost immediate...  The
reality hit Liselle like a Batarian slaving ship.  She wasn't going to
bleed out after all, her mother had something else in store for her.

   "Is that the worthless little whore's azure?" Aria asked.

   "Yes, Aria," Malia quickly replied.

   "Tear off that useless womb and toss it over the side.  If someone down
there wants it they can have it, otherwise it'll be cleaned up in the
morning like the rest of the garbage that gets thrown on the floor here. 
You can drop what's in the corer on my little snuff slut in the pillory. 
You can feed her the whore's ovaries as well, they're hardly fit for paying
customers even if they might want them, and they'd make far too much of a
mess for the cleaning crew bursting under foot.  Still, they should be fine
for a helpless little cunt like Tevos there."

   Liselle's heart ached as her mother continued to debase her, her eyes
turned to her other parent, still locked helplessly in the pillory, her
Azure exposed to any and all abuse.  She watched enthralled as Malia tore
off her womb and snapped her ovaries free from it one after another,
feeding them to Tevos and letting the counselor lick her fingers clean
after each one.  Liselle's hips struggled to buck against their restraints
at the depraved incestuous sight before her.  The image of the respected
counselor Tevos, restrained in Asari-leather, trapped in a pillory, slowly
crewing and swallowing her own daughters with a happy smile on her face
burned into Liselle's brain.  The hole where her azure once sat ached and
Liselle knew that if it still existed as a part of her the scene in front
of her would have had her cumming like a river.

   "Thank you, Mistress," Tevos spoke, "Thank you for allowing this humble
little snuff slut a taste of her worthless daughter's meat."

   Liselle watched as Malia slid her Azure out of the corer with a wet
plop, letting it fall into Tevos' makeshift lap staining it with Liselle's
blue blood in a way that Tevos wouldn't be able to clean until she was set
free long after Liselle herself was (hopefully) gone.  Of course, Aria
wasn't finished with Liselle either...

   "Maybe I should leave you like this, a worthless, broken toy missing its
one redeeming part?  Would you like that?  Living on as a useless husk, a
warning to everyone who disobeys me what the punishment for doing so will
be?  Or would you rather be thrown to the vorcha?  That's an option as
well," Aria drolled.  "Of course, your begging was almost amusing earlier,
if you entertain me enough, I might let Malia there use the guillotine to
snuff you.  I can see you staring at it.  It's what you want isn't it? 
Convince me, and I might let you have it."

   Liselle's heart soared.  Her mom had noticed her plea, she was willing
to let Malia snuff her worthless disobedient daughter!  "Please!  Please
Mother...  Please Mistress Aria...  I know I'm just a useless slut not even
fit to feed the Vorcha with my corpse.  But please...  please, I'm begging
you, please let Malia snuff your worthless, disobedient daughter..."

   "That's certainly not good enough.  Though you're right about one thing,
you're not even fit for Vorcha to eat.  Still, I'm sure there are plenty of
stray Varren around to enjoy you.  They'll eat anything that can squirm."
Aria declared.  "Malia, Unclamp-"

   "Wait!  Please!" Aria held up her hand to stay Malia from liberating her
limbless, sexless daughter.  "Please, please let Malia snuff me, I know I'm
useless, I know I disobeyed you, I know I'm not even fit for the Varren to
gnaw on!  But please, I want to be snuffed in front of my parents, even if
my crimes mean I can't be snuffed by them."

   "Drivel and sentiment.  I have no use for it you helpless little whore.
If that's the way you plead you can plead with the dumpster once Malia
throws you out.  You can live there from now on, I'm sure there are plenty
of scraps to eat."

   Liselle's mouth was dry.  Aria's threat was real and Liselle didn't
doubt for a second that she'd go through with it, but the sheer degradation
involved had completely robbed her of her voice.

   "Please, mistress..." Tevos' voice rang out.  "Let me watch my
incompetent incapable slut of a daughter being snuffed.  I promise I'll
make it worth your while..." Tevos offered.

   "You will, will you?" Aria smiled cruelly, "And just what could you
offer me that would do that?"

   "My...  My nipples," Tevos admitted, planting.  "I know you want them. I
said I needed them, that losing them could expose me and cost me my
position...  And that's still true!  But...  If you want them you can have
them...  for this."

   "Very well then, I accept your offer," Aria proclaimed with a heavy dose
of finality.  "Malia, I'm tired of listening to this worthless little
whore. Snuff her."

   Liselle had only a few moments to smile and gaze up as the heavy blade
fell quickly on it's course towards her neck.  She didn't even feel it as
it hit, slicing through her body without any effort at all.  Before she
could blink she'd hit the floor.  She was tumbling, rolling until she
stopped at the base of a pair of long white boots.

   She had absolutely no control, less than she did even as an amputated
torso!  She would die in a few seconds, her brain shutting down, erasing
everything she was, ending her vulgar little life, but despite the
pointless inevitability of her death, she couldn't bring herself to look
away as her mother picked her up.

   Aria leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her daughter's lips and
whispered the final words she'd ever hear in her ear.  "Despite disobeying
me, you managed to be a good little snuff-slut after all.  I don't think
I'll be feeding you to the Varren.  Instead, you and one of the girls in my
larder will be serving the customers at Afterlife one last time." Aria
smirked at her, "As burgers, of course.  At a discount."

   And with that, the life left Liselle's eyes and she faded away, and the
little snuff-slut couldn't possibly be happier with her fate.

   ___

   "Malia!" Aria ordered, "Since you did such a good job preparing this
little piece of meat for my guests, why don't you bring it down to the
kitchen for me?  I need someone to make sure she's used for burgers and not
whatever else the kitchen thinks would suit her worthless slut meat."

   Malia's eyes widened, the kitchen was completely automated, possessed by
either an AI, or an incredibly enhanced and incredibly buggy VI that
controlled all the tools and implements inside.  Whatever was sent through
the kitchen doors came out carved and cooked, and it didn't particularly
matter if it was originally meant as meat or not.  Going through those
doors was a death sentence, and she'd just been ordered to deliver
Liselle's lifeless body there, personally.  "Yes, Mistress Aria," Malia
replied, her voice trembling as her thoughts flickered between shock,
arousal, and fear.  In the back of her mind she knew that Aria had some way
of controlling the output of the kitchen that didn't require sacrificing
her, she had to, the staff turnover at Omega was high, but not that high...
But then she realized that that probably wasn't the reason that Aria had
sentenced her.  No one was allowed to touch her daughter, the daughter
she'd been saving for a special occasion, like that and live, even if Aria
had ordered her to do it herself.

   "I'm sure that you and my former daughter will taste lovely together,"
Aria's smile had a cruel lilt to it that didn't match her conversational
tone at all.  "Now, get to it."

   "Should I take the head?" Malia asked, staring at Liselle's severed
head, cradled in Aria's arms.

   "No.  I've decided to use it for a new snack bowl, and as a warning to
those who think about crossing me," Aria admitted.  "Why are you still
here? I gave you an order."

   Malia nodded, scooping Liselle's lifeless, sexless, decapitated body up
in a bridal carry and carefully making her way down the stairs from Aria's
perch at the top of the club to the Kitchen near the bottom, her sex
liberally dripping with arousal at what was about to come.

   The members of Aria's emergency larder didn't become members by
accident, each one knew what they were getting into, and while Aria went
through the truly desperate, beautiful girls who sometimes applied in order
to save their families rather quickly (the sadistic boss clearly enjoying
every moment of snuffing the incredibly reluctant Asari), the girls who
applied, like Malia, in the hopes of being snuffed and eaten Aria tended to
keep around a bit longer.  Malia hadn't kept track of how long it had been
since she was recruited to Aria's larder, but the lengthy wait had
certainly helped to build up her anticipation.

   A part of Malia wondered if Aria had picked her because she knew about
Malia's crush on her beautiful, and incredibly rebellious, daughter.  Was
that why she gave Malia the job of tearing out her Azure with that corer?
Had Aria seen the sly glances that Malia would give Liselle when no one was
looking and decided to give Malia the remains of the girl once she was done
with her?  Malia wasn't sure what to think about that, she couldn't have
the erotic relationship with Liselle that she'd constantly fantasized
about, but maybe, being snuffed together, their meat intertwining with no
divide between them as burgers on the lips of the diners at Afterlife,
maybe that was the next best thing.

   She was in front of the fearsome mechanical door to the Kitchen now, the
small sign saying "Off-Limits: Employees Only," hanging from it in an
unobtrusive way that Malia knew didn't deter every curious patron from
trying to sneak a peek at what was behind it.  This was her last chance. 
She lifted Liselle's body upwards.  Even without a head, a pair of breasts,
or her Azure, Liselle was still somehow attractive to Malia.  Malia ducked
her head to kiss Liselle's belly button.  "I love you, Liselle, and I'm
glad we got to be together, this one final time."

   With that, Malia opened the door and stepped into the kitchen.  Robotic
arms were everywhere, and gleaming blades both Omni and not.  In the middle
of everything, was a giant grinder, able to accommodate Aria's full
emergency Larder at one time!  The whole place was remarkably clean,
gleaming in white and chrome, in fact, Malia realized, this was probably
the cleanest place on Omega!

   "Two for burgers," Malia spoke, marveling at her surroundings, "Aria
mentioned that specifically."

   "Understood," came the robotic, almost Salarian voice from the VI.  A
strange choice, Malia thought, but it wasn't like they'd get many
complaints from people who heard it.  "Your sex has been earmarked by
Counselor Tevos as an appetizer.  Her notes say that it is to be prepared
traditionally to aid her in replacing her Daughter tonight.  Your breasts
will be used to provide the fat needed to grease the cooking surface for
your meat."

   Malia's eyes widened as she froze in shock.  Hers?  Sure, every member
of Aria's emergency larder was a Virgin, at least so far as it mattered for
the that particular delicacy, but after being sent to become burgers, Malia
hadn't thought-!

   The VI's mechanical arms took Liselle from her grasp before taking hold
of Malia and thoroughly (and slightly roughly) washing them both like
ingredients in a meal.  Something that Malia realized wasn't as much an
analogy as it was plain fact.

   Malia was now suspended in the air by a tight collar around her neck and
two braces beneath her armpits, Liselle, only by the latter devices.  She
could see mechanical arms approaching her, one newly slotted with an Azure
spice packet, the other, a buzz saw.

   The arms supporting her moved Malia over the griddle, bringing her
impending fate into frightening immediacy, but Malia's fear only served to
fan the flames in her sex over what was about to happen to her.  She was
meat, about to be harvested!  She was going to join the girl she loved in
the bellies of patrons who had never met her, her azure used to fuel the
lovemaking of her mistress in replacing her own love!  Malia's cunt
clenched involuntarily at the thought, and despite her prior fantasies, she
knew that the machine behind her wouldn't have to do much at all to get her
wet enough to dissolve the threatening spice sachet.

   The Asari-made replica cock slammed into her nethers at the same time
the saw began to bite into her breasts, the sudden shock sending her
already dripping wet cunt spasming into a dangerous and soon to be fatal
orgasm.  Malia knew that her only hope to stay alive just the slightest bit
longer had been to hold back, to try and struggle desperately not to cum,
but she just couldn't manage it, her head lolled as her climax overtook
her, the flaming lines of pain searing through her tits as the Buzz saw
took them from her, allowing them to drop lifelessly onto the griddle
below.

   Sh could feel the packet dissolving inside her, heightening her senses,
boosting every tiny sensation!  She could feel the packet melting against
her inner walls, feel the spices start to hit them as she hung helplessly
in the air above the grill that would be cooking her ground up body
momentarily.  She'd lost.  There was nothing she could do to save herself
now, and Malia was more than okay with that fact.

   Malia stared at her breasts below her, nipples standing lewdly at
attention as they rolled slightly on their sides.  Were those really her?
She'd never seen them from this angle, never seen them like this...

   Before Malia's mind could come to grips with what had happened to her,
she heard the mechanical arm that had been holding the spice packet start
to buzz menacingly.

   PAIN!  That was the next thought on her mind as the edges of the
previously almost harmless arm began to rotate like an Azure corer, cutting
out the most sensitive part of her anatomy.  It took only seconds, but the
pain, the intense pain unlike anything that Malia had ever experienced,
lengthened time obscenely, allowing her to burn each agonizing moment into
her brain as a final elegy to her life.  Then with something almost like a
slurping sound, the inside of the arm, previously concealed by the base of
the phallic-shaped spice packet, sucked her raw and thoroughly spiced Azure
inside the hose of the Arm itself, presumably using some sort of pneumatic
tube to deposit the delicacy that had once been Malia's sex in front of her
former mistress and the whore-counselor that she chose to bear her
daughters.  Malia managed a week smile at the thought, hoping they enjoyed
it despite the pain they caused her merely to harvest it.

   The arms controlling her didn't care for Malia's feelings in the least,
and without even letting her come to terms with her loss, they brought her
roughly into position over the menacingly large grinder, hanging in place
next to the body of her former crush.

   Malia barely had time to smile, before a sharp pain took her in the neck
and she could see her own former body, titless and sexless just like her
love's tumbling down into the whirring teeth of the grinder beneath her.

   "Afterlife is currently hosting over over 200 guests.  Meat will be
divided into portions appropriately." Those were the last words Malia
heard, before the arms swiveled away, and dropped her head into trash chute
for incineration.  'Now, we'll be together forever.' Malia thought, as the
world faded to black before her glassy, unseeing eyes.

   ___

   Counselor Tevos sat alone at the party, surrounded on all sides by
sycophants.  She could feel the new child, Liselle's replacement, already
growing inside her a month after Aria took her that incredible, memorable
night.  It wasn't the first time she'd partaken of fresh azure, but
somehow, her mistress taking her nipples, ordering to watch her daughter
harvested, feeding her her daughter's ovaries, it all made it possible for
her to imagine that the azure she was devouring was really Liselle's; an
entirely new wrinkle to their play that was mind-shatteringly erotic.

   Her newly smooth tits rubbed entrancingly against the soft fabric of her
dress, her nipples taken from her by the whim of her Mistress.  She'd never
be able to bathe in company again, never be able to let anyone else see her
naked except for those Aria allowed.  She truly was owned now, even more by
this than by the collar she now also wore.

   "Counselor Tevos!" Tevos looked up to see her fellow counselor, Valern.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight." She hadn't been planning upon
attending, not until Aria ordered her to go, wearing her new collar.  Tevos
struggled not to touch it, the smooth, seamless leather of her Daughter's
cunt lips grasped around her neck, a nameplate hanging from it marking her
as "Aria's Snuff Slut" hidden, just beneath the high collar of her dress,
but creating a visible and well defined bulge beneath the cloth.

   "What's that beneath your dress?  Is that a collar?"

   Tevos' eyes widened, what could she say?  "Yes." That wasn't the right
answer at all!  Her sex flushed with the possibility to getting caught, of
getting revealed as the lowly worthless snuff-slut she really was.  "I have
a...  Medical condition.  This monitors it.  I'll be wearing it for the
foreseeable future." That was even sort of true, She did have a condition,
she was an incurable snuff-slut, and it was likely terminal.

   "Ah, I'm sorry I asked then," Valern apologized.  "I'll leave you to
enjoy the rest of the party."

   Tevos nodded somewhat absentmindedly as the Salarian Counselor left, her
hand moving to touch her almost but not quite visibly bulging belly. 
Absently, Tevos wondered if Aria was serious about actually forcing her to
name their new child 'Liselle's Replacement.' It would certainly help to
keep the girl in her place, Tevos admitted to herself.  That alone might
keep her pure for the purpose Aria wanted her for, even without the new
safeguards that Aria had planned for the poor girl.  Tevos nodded to
herself, this time she'd raise her latest daughter to be a properly
obedient snuff-slut for her mistress.  If she survives long enough, of
course...
   The End