Matriarch Benezia could only wonder where and how it all went so wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to be shackled to body table, like those who were to be executed by lethal injection. She was supposed to be guiding Saren down a gentler path, more compassionate, and peaceful, at least in comparison to his usual Spectre tactics, but now here she was with Saren leering over her in such a helpless state.
Benezia questions how it came to this, questioning why she allowed herself to be placed in such an undignified position. Saren interrupted her thoughts with an explanation as to why she was strapped to this table. "Back on Palaven, I once had a wife, it was what you would call an arranged marriage, arranged by her not her parents or mine. It was not a happy marriage, we may have had 2 daughters together, but she was a terrible woman, highly stubborn, and cared nothing for me or our daughters, all that she cared about was climbing up the ranks of the hierarchy faster than everyone she knew. A lot more ruthless than I ever was, she would crush anyone who got in her way, even her own family members. When she and I divorced, I took my daughters with me to be safe from her wrath, but I could not give them a good life with my reputation, so I eventually had to leave them in the Minos Wasteland. By then the oldest was more than capable of caring for both herself and her little sister."
Benezia would ask him why he was telling her all this, but the cloth gag placed over and into her mouth, which prevented her from speaking, but it also allowed Saren to continue uninterrupted. "They are better off without me, but a man still has needs and gets lonely after a while. So here's where you come in, if I am to have another companion, it'll need to be someone much more subservient to my whims than my ex-wife on Palaven. A much... softer woman, you could say."
This left Benezia confused until she noticed Saren eyeing her exposed midriff. "Yes, you're gonna need to, shall we say..." He rubbed his hand across her belly, it was a bit colder than would normally be expected from a Turian hand, but he was careful to not scratch her with his talons. "Bulk up, considerably. Fat enough for a double chin should be a decent starting benchmark."
Benezia was naturally revolted by the idea of getting so fat, as an Asari matriarch, she had an image to uphold of beauty to maintain. But for some reason, the idea of letting herself go somehow didn't sound so bad. Such a contradictory thought confused Benezia.
"Perhaps we should start with a little tube feeding?" Saren smirked as he pulled a tube out of a nearby tank. He then removed the cloth gag from her mouth with one of his talons.
"NO WAIT!" Was all Benezia could say, before Saren shoved the tube into her mouth, fastened a harness around her head so as to prevent her from spitting it out, and activated the machine
To Benezia's surprise, the tube did not shove any liquid into her mouth, but solid food. Or perhaps semi-solid would be more accurate, she recognized the food from diplomatic dinner she had with an Adirmal in the Human Alliance about a year ago, mashed potatoes, with gravy, and hints of butter. It funneled it's way into Benezia's mouth as she was forced to swallow it by the clump. The taste itself was not all that unpleasant, but the method that she was forced to consume them was.
"Say what you will about Humans being a young upstart species, too naïve to yet understand their place, but from what I hear they make some amazing food. I can't eat any of it myself with my dextro physiology, but perhaps you can be the judge of how it tastes for me?" He smugly asked, though his question was obviously rhetorical.
Before long, Benezia felt positively stuffed, and her belly did look just a little bit bloated. Saren turned off the machine to inspect her bloated belly, the bulge was smaller than when she was pregnant with Liara, but it was still noticeable. "I suppose that'll have to do for your first meal." He then disconnected the tube from the tank, but still left the tube in her mouth.
Benezia was confused by this until Saren explained his plans for her waistline. "I'll be back in an hour, I need to locate the tank filled with something that the Humans call, chicken nuggets. Apparently it's some kind of meat. No matter though, as long as it makes you fatter, that's all that matters to me."
He then leaves the room, leaving Benezia alone with her thoughts, she vaguely remembers how she got onto this strapped table in the fist place. She remembers something that doesn't make any sense, she got on the table willingly, but was surprised when the gag was placed into her mouth and the straps fastened to her limbs, she wanted to use her biotics to fight back, but at the same time, something made her want to let Saren do what he wanted, and so she did.
Benezia pondered what do do next as she began to question her sanity as to why she would willingly go along with Saren's bizarre plan to fatten her up whilst simultaneously wanting to fight back against that same plan.
She recalled something about a small sculpture of a strange septuple helix, seemingly made of metal, colored in a very dark shade of purple glowing with a bright cyan light from its strands and center. The sight of it was during one of her failed attempts at negotiating with Saren was the last thing she could recall before that daze of her getting onto this table.
Strange as whatever that may be, Benezia needs to figure out her next move. She could out right resist, but that could make Saren's feeding more aggressive. She could play along until he lets his guard down, but that might have a disastrous effect on her figure, given the Asari's need for beauty, and obesity is not seen as beautiful by anyone that Benezia knew except for Saren evidently. She could also use her biotics to break free of these restraints and try to escape from whatever facility this is, but apart from the fact that she has no idea of her current location, a contradictory thought told her that escape would be a bad idea, but Benezia could not understand why she thought that it would be. Speaking of which, another thought that she didn't really want to listen to told her to just relax and let Saren do whatever he wanted to her.
With all this conflict going on inside her head, it took Benezia 35 minutes to reach her decision...
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