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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 26022 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Miranda stopped outside Shepard’s cabin, the doors hissing close behind her. She felt a bit lost, not exactly sure what was expected of her. She adjusted her hair with a shake of her head, sending her dark locks behind her shoulders. She took a deep breath, straightened up and decided to throw the leash over her shoulder, too.
She haven’t felt this good in ages. She was full of energy, even though the two rounds with Shepard were quite an exercise. Especially the last part. She brushed her hand over her ass, still feeling a little bit sore there. But once he pushed past her initial pain it was quite good, even if a bit strange.
Miranda shrugged at the memory. Not her preference, but whatever. She sighed, and took a few tentative steps forward, trying to get her bearings and decided to walk over to the common area to see if she could get some more booze. Or food. Food was okay, too. She made a mental note to remember to return to Shepard for more Hallex. It was very important.
She wandered into the mess hall area of the ship, that was luckily empty. She had no idea what was the time. Maybe it was the middle of the sleeping cycle. She shrugged, going into the kitchen area to fix herself something to drink. Something strong.
She was humming to herself as she dug around, a faint smile on her lips, and squirming a little, the memory of Shepard’s cock still lingering inside her.

“What are you doing?!” came a voice behind her. She looked back over her shoulder to see Jacob standing at the tables. She knew she should be mad at him and be wary, but she couldn’t be bothered right now. She did shift her legs a little to strike a teasing pose, to give him an eyeful of her ass and back.

“Hi,” she said, smiling back at him. “Where can a girl get a drink around here?”
Jacob frowned, and got closer, eyes narrowing suspiciously. Miranda shot her a glance from the corner of her eyes, trying to hide her smile. He was just too funny. She reached up into the top cupboards, pressing her belly against the counter, pushing her ass and chest out as she dug around.

“Are you high?” Jacob asked searching her face.

“Maybe,” Miranda shrugged. “Do you know where they keep the good stuff?”

She feigned nonchalance, but she could tell Jacob was ogling. The man snorted, stepping behind her with a smirk.

“Sure.” He looked around quickly and grabbed her ass with both hands, pinning her to the counter. Miranda hissed and bit her lip to stop herself from chuckling. That was easy. She grabbed the door she was opening above her head and pushed her hip back against his grip.

“Hiding something there, hmm?” She teased, wiggling her hip. She felt his bulge rub across her cheeks. “Or you just like my outfit?”
Miranda looked back at him over her shoulder, catching the eagerness in his eyes, mistaking his glee with lust as he grabbed her panties and yanked it down.

“Careful! That’s expensive stuff!” She chided, dropping her hands down to the counter and bent forward a bit to make her ass seem rounder. That worked, Jacob groaned and grabbed her ass again, needily.
She shifted a bit until the panties dropped to her ankles and stepped out of it to spread her legs a little. Jacob was busy fondling her ass as he fumbled to free his raging erection. He seemed just too eager to get between her legs.

“Like what you see?” Miranda purred, determined to drive him crazy with her teasing. His thumb pressed into her flesh as he pulled at her cheek to get a better view and softly part her folds. There was a low groan coming from him in response and she felt his cock touch her folds, still swollen and sensitive from her romp with Shepard, and slightly damp. He rubbed his tip up and down to part her folds, making both of them moan.
And then he suddenly pushed in, sinking his cock halfway inside her with a heavy grunt.

“OW! Easy there, tiger!” Miranda yelped and tensed up for a second before trying to relax her muscles, parting her legs a bit to get into a more comfortable pose. “What’s the.... uhhh, rush?” She gasped as he sunk in completely, slamming his hip against her ass and pressing her into the counter.
The first few thrusts were uncomfortable, she hissed in pain as she tried to ease the pressure until he lubed himself up and she could accommodate him. She reached back with one hand to push at his torso, trying to convince him to go easy. Jacob just grinned and started hammering into her, muttering something about finally nailing the dyke and giving firm spanks to her cheeks that left a burning, tingling sensation on her skin.
Once they settled into a rhythm she leaned into the moves, her gasps becoming more pleasurable as she imagined his black cock sinking between her pale mounds. She grabbed his shirt with one hand and held onto the counter, panting in heat.

“Ooh, give it to me. Give me your hard cock!” she moaned. She wiggled her hip and let out more delighted gasps. She felt her breasts bouncing and rubbing against the counter, her nipples feeling like punching a hole through her bra while sending a constant surge of delight through her body.
“Yes! Fuck me! Yes!” She cried, and it didn’t take him long to grab her breast with his other hand and squeezing and kneading her round globe, he held her steady as he impaled her rapidly. Her ragged gasps mixed with his lap slamming against her backside, his balls spanking her clit and she came spasming, her well lubricated walls quivering, leaking her juices, her muscles gripping and massaging his cock. Jacob suddenly yanked his hard cock out with a groan before she rode out her ecstasy, making her whine in lust and frustration.
Jacob gave a sharp tug to Miranda’s hip and she got the message, sliding down to her knees and snaking around to face him. She gasped at the sight of his wet, black cock, wrapping her hand around it in a haze. She dreamily took his hardness into her mouth and started jacking him off, moaning as her lips wrapped around the tip, while she rubbed her wet pussy with her other hand to finish herself off. Jacob groaned and put his hands on her head, slowly rocking his hips.
When Miranda felt his cock swelling up and start to throb, she looked up at him and dove down on his hot member, taking it in as deep a she could, filling her mouth. Jacob jerked in surprise and shot his load down her throat with a dragged out moan, gripping her hair as he felt his knees go weak. He could have sworn Miranda’s eyes were smiling as she gulped his squirt down, and pulled off from his cock out with a loud pop and a sigh.

“Mmmm, that was nice,” she purred, still stroking his wet, softening cock. She licked her lips slowly and turned her head to the side, resting her chin against her shoulder with a smile. “Looks like we had an audience.”
Jacob snapped his head to look in the same direction and saw three crewmembers standing at the entrance to the mess hall, eyes wide, mouth agape. He didn’t know how long they were standing there.

“Shit!” he hissed, fumbling to put his cock away and glared at the men. “Don’t you have better things to do?!”

Miranda chuckled. The crewmen pulled themselves together a bit and shrugged.
“We’re off-duty. Came to have breakfast.” He said, but his eyes were locked on the kneeling Miranda who smiled at them.

Jacob frowned, pulling himself together, then looked down at her. A smirk slowly appeared on his face and he put a hand on her head, stroking her hair.

“I see. Well, enjoy your treat, gentlemen.” He added with glee. Miranda didn’t quite understand why. She slowly stood up and leaned back against the counter.

“Hello, boys.”
Jacob chuckled and started to saunter off, patting the crewman on the shoulder as he started to leave. “Have fun, guys.”

The three men stepped closer. They were not sure if they could take advantage of the situation. The rules were clear before: the prisoner was exclusive to Shepard and Liara only. But a lot has changed in the last couple of days, since her death.
In the end, Miranda decided for them when she strolled to the dining table, high heels clicking on the floor, thin legs flowing and ass swaying playfully, within their reach. She sat on the edge of the table, putting one hand behind her on the table, leaning back a bit to push out her breast and slowly parting those mile long, pale legs wrapped in fine stockings. Her other hand stroked her tattoo with delicate fingers.

“Do you need an order or something?” She smiled, tilting her head at them.
The crewmen stared at the vision for a long second, her black bra highlighting her full circles, the garter belt framing her lap, the tattoo pointing towards her thin, trimmed strip of pubic hair. Then they were on the move, approaching her from three different directions. She reached out for the man coming from the front and guided her down between her legs. She moaned deeply as he pressed his lips against her mound. The other two went for her breasts and groped them through the fine, silky fabric of the bra.
“Uh, that’s good,” Miranda moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. She undid her bra with one smooth move and let the straps slid down her shoulders. It was quickly peeled away from her gorgeous breasts, liberating her lush globes from their prison, her nipples already standing erect.
Someone tugged at her leash, pulling her back and soon she was lying across the table, one man licking between her legs, another tilting her head back that hung off the edge of the table and prodded her lips with his cock. The third one started working her breasts, kneading the full globes and pinching her nipples. She was stimulated everywhere, her back arching upwards, forming a perfect bridge from her round ass to her shoulders. She moaned and squirmed in delight, her hands blindly trying to hold onto something, grabbing a hip and a head, pulling one cock into her mouth and pressing a head down on her breast.
She ground her hip as the tongue flicked her folds, wrapping her mouth around a hardening cock. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the intense sensation. Soon she felt a dick press against her pussy, burrowing into her wet flesh, and she moaned deep into the cock that filled her mouth. She felt her breasts rubbed and licked and two men pistoning into her from both ends. The electric touches on her breasts ran through her spine and when she felt teeth pinching her nipple and a cock ram deep inside her, her pussy spanked by a man’s lap, she came with a long cry and spasming around the cocks impaling her, lifting her legs into the air, resting them against a shoulder, trembling.
She felt her body shake as the man fucking her sped up, grinding through her orgasm, her pussy clenching his cock in silky, wet grip. He yanked out of her with a sudden jerk, making her gasp and she felt hot liquid splash onto her belly. The other dick pulled out of her mouth, her lips making a wet noise and a delighted sigh. Her breasts were still fondled greedily.

“Ah, give it to me! Come on! More!” she sighed and she felt a very wet, slippery cock stuffed into her mouth. She tasted her own juices on it and she quickly started cleaning it, whimpering when her pussy was filled again.
The men were talking and laughing above her, but she couldn’t make out the words. Her blood was rushing in her ears, her constant moaning resonating in her skull and along the cock she was licking clean. She was already breathless, and felt the next wave of pleasure approaching. She felt a thickness traveling in and out between her legs, stuffing her deliciously, stretching her walls and charging her nerves up with pleasant tingles.
At one point another hard tip pressed between her lips, still dry and clean. She gripped the base of the long member, head upside down and she took him in, licking around the tip. The man grabbed her cheeks, fingers wrapping around the back of her head and he started humping her face, forcing his member into her throat. She was making gurgling noises as the hot, throbbing meat forced itself down, her throat bulging out.
Miranda was getting dizzy, the sensations intense, amplified by the drug, the rough treatment down her throat cutting off her air periodically but also turning her on even more. She just tensed and shook when the next orgasm hit her, unable to make a sound as her mouth was full, gagging and wheezing when her mouth freed up. She was panting loud when the man came on her face and chest, and she stretched, moaning in satisfaction.
She had no idea how long it went on, her vision got blurry after a while. Hands were all over her, more men came and groped, occasionally somebody threw her a towel to wipe her face or lap. The noises were getting louder.
After the next intense rush of pleasure, though, things quickly changed. She was on her hands and knees on the table, somebody pumping behind her and somebody just finishing in front of her. She was gripping the table, gasping for air, her back bent in a U-shape, making her ass impossibly round, and she shook from the pleasure.
But it felt wrong. She couldn’t stop shivering, she felt dizzy and nauseous, and she wanted to rest. Exhaustion quickly seeped in after the rush of the drug has left her system. There were cheers and loud voices around her, but she had trouble focusing. Someone was stroking her hair and calling her a whore. It didn’t feel right.
“Stop—” she croaked, trying to find her voice, and pull away from the hot, hard pumping. She felt sore, the cock sliding inside her making her uncomfortable. Strong hands were gripping her waist. Somebody kneeled in front of her, poking his half-erect dick in her face but she feebly pushed it away. “Please. I need—”
Hands grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her onto the cock. Her groan became muffled in a musky, hairy lap. She lifted a hand to push him off, but her hand was slapped away. She was beginning to panic.
As she started to struggle, the voices rose, rough hands starting to grip her limbs when she tried to pull her hip away from the pumping cock. Her nausea was rising. She whimpered when they flipped her onto her back roughly. The touches were becoming greedier and she felt so exhausted, so tired... It seemed she couldn’t give enough to these men so that they would let her rest. She lost the track of time and she didn’t know how many men had their way with her.
The shouting increased around her, and the next one to grab her thighs and stab his cock between her sore folds was just too eager. Miranda whimpered and pressed her lips tight, blinking tears from her eyes. Someone slapped her on the face a couple of times to shock her back into attention and pried her lips open. She started gagging when a thick cock pushed into her mouth. She tasted herself on his meat, and some coppery taste, too. She made one last effort to free her hands, but it was no use.
She gasped for air to clear her head, but she was lost in a sea of bodies swirling around her. She barely knew where she was and where she could escape. Then the tugging started. She felt hands grip her hair, somebody else grabbed her wrists, and her knees. The voices became muffled as her blood pressure started to drop, everything swimming in red, unfocused. She realized they were arguing. Arguing over who comes next. The insistent tugging made her joints hurt, and the hair-pulling made her eyes water.
Somebody hit her. No. Somebody hit someone else who fell on her. She whimpered weakly as the grips loosened on her and she fell back onto the table, hitting her head. The man climbed off her, just in time so she could try to draw a much needed breath.
And then the fight broke out. She felt shell-shocked, her ear ringing, the voices distant. She tried to crawl out of harm’s way and managed to fall under the table, collecting a few bruises from the fall and somebody bumping into her. Miranda curled up into a ball, covering her head and sobbing from the intensity of the whole ordeal, while the brawl raged on above her.
“ENOUGH!” Shepard’s roar woke Miranda up. She must have passed out. The noises were quieting down. There was a lot of shuffling as the fighting crewmembers disengaged and started pulling themselves together. There was an eerie quiet. Nobody moved as Shepard walked to the mess hall without a word. He walked around without saying a word, surveying the mess. People shrank away as he made his round, stopping at the table. He bent down and looked under it. He mumbled something and found Miranda’s leash. He started to pull her out unceremoniously. She whimpered as she slid on the floor, choking from the collar.
Miranda clung to his leg and pulled herself up onto her knees, shivering, eyes cast down. Shepard wrapped the chain around his wrist and gathered her into his arms. She moaned when she saw blood smeared on her thighs and closed her eyes, going limp in his hold.

“Nobody moves,” he snarled and took her to the medbay. Again.
Dr. Michel was sitting in her chair, eyes glazed over, tripping on one of her cocktails and stood up on unsteady legs when Shepard dumped Miranda on one of the beds. He glared at the doctor with disgust.

“Clean her up,” he snarled and walked out.
Miranda didn’t move much and let the doctor wipe her off. Michel gave her some medigel so she could apply it to her sore spots while she fumbled to set up the diagnostics and do a quick sweep.
“Take these,” she slurred, giving Miranda a few pills. “Hallex will leave you exhausted and lethargic. These help compensate.”
“Thanks,” Miranda whispered and took the meds, carefully sitting up. It didn’t hurt that much.

“I can keep you here for observation,” Dr. Michel offered, as sort of an escape from the world outside the medbay. Miranda feebly shook her head.

“I’ll be fine.”

Dr. Michel shrugged. “No, you won’t. But I’ll keep some medigel and pills at hand for the next time.” And with that, she slumped back into her chair, trying to ignore her patient and started preparing bandages and iodine. Miranda decided she’ll take a few more minutes to regain her strength and let the meds do their work before she ventured out. Judging from the sounds coming from the outside, she should wait anyway.
Shepard wasn’t exactly shouting with the crew. He just delivered a brief speech full of threats and rules, then he proceeded to beat up the main culprits. When the noises stopped outside, she felt it was time for her to leave.
Miranda slid off the bed, whispered another thanks to Dr. Michel and limped to the door. As it slid open, a pretty bruised Jacob stood in front of her. Apparently, Shepard decided that he was the one that gave the wrong idea to the crew. Taylor gave her a murderous glare and shoved her out of the way as he stormed in.
Miranda staggered to the side, her heels clicking loudly in the silent hall. Keeping her gaze down she shrank as small as she could and staggered around the people still gathered there, and started collecting her panties and bra from the floor. She didn’t really know why she did it. She hissed and groaned quietly when she needed to bend down, her flesh stretching uncomfortably in a few places, her bruises darkening, and she had some trouble walking.
She clutched her garments to her chest and stopped to stand near Shepard, not once looking up.

“Dismissed,” he snarled to the crew. Some of them followed Jacob to the medbay to get their wounds treated, the others went to their business.

“Get inside,” he muttered to her and waved towards his cabin. She quickly obeyed and left him standing in the middle of the now empty mess hall.
Miranda was too exhausted to take a shower or clean up a bit. She kicked off her heels, fell on the bed, curled up between the blankets and fell asleep.
She woke again when Shepard fell onto the bed, making the mattress bounce. It was dark and she was very groggy from the meds Dr. Michel gave to her. She didn’t try to orient herself, or figure out what was happening. She let him flip her on her back, half asleep and barely noticed him climbing on her. She felt the pressure between her legs, against her sore sex, and felt the smell of strong alcohol on his breath. She gasped in pain when he entered her, feebly putting her hands on his arms.
She tried to focus her gaze on him, but he was a blur. She didn’t care. Every thrust sent a throbbing pain through her middle and made her groan, but at least he wasn’t rough. He was just drunk and he was just fucking her.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, staring into the dimness, not even trying to sort out her hallucinations from reality. “It’s okay,” she repeated as he leaned into her. She was trying to calm herself, to make the discomfort bearable, willing it to go away. “It’s okay,” she went on as he rapidly approached his release while she said her mantra, convincing herself that it’s not that bad, and didn’t even care that it gave him reassurance. She won’t remember it in a few minutes anyway, and he’ll probably sleep it off, too.

“It’s okay,” Miranda mumbled, and after a while she believed it, too. It was a relief. Her consciousness receeded into the back of her mind and shut off, surrendering to him and to this new life. She fell asleep before he came.
* * *
Time lost meaning for Miranda after that. There was an irregular cycle of sleeping, sex and drifting on a drug induced ecstasy and withdrawal. At first, Shepard made her blow him before giving her another pill. Then came a high, when he could do anything to her, and he did, making her thank him before throwing her out, telling her to come back at the end of the night. It was probably night, because during the day cycle, she was too much of a distraction.
“Unh, it’s, uh, okay. It’s fine,” she muttered as she grabbed the railing in the elevator with both hands, slightly bent forward, panting and gasping. She had to keep her head from hitting the wall each time Jacob thrust into her from behind. It became a habit of her to whisper to herself when she was uncomfortable. She breathed hard, and after a while Jacob’s fucking became more pleasant, even if rough. She could moan honestly, her voice and his huffing, and his lap spanking and sending ripples along her ass echoed in the elevator cabin.
There were a few more small quarrels, but mostly just shouting matches and shoving. The crew was wary and rules have been set. There was maybe a list or a lottery, or just a schedule, she had no idea. No more ganging up on her in the mess hall. There was a lot of resentment at first, and some blamed the incident on her whoring ways. She had to make up for it.
At first they led her by the leash to the crew quarters and she was passed from bed to bed, but that led to more arguments, and visits to the medbay which took her out of commission for a while until the medigel did its job, so they just kept her around the crew deck, in the mess hall.
Vega grabbed her neck and she held onto his wrist with both hands to ease the pressure. She hissed with gritted teeth as he pulled her down onto his thick cock. She was in his lap, her back to him, his right hand at her throat his left hooked under her knees and he moved her up and down his shaft like some workout routine. This was the first and last time he took her ass. She was whining and shivering when he shot his load inside her and just groaned when he let her slide all the way down. He took her to the medbay after that.
During raids she was in lockdown in the small space behind the medbay, where Liara’s stuff was still thrown around. It became a more or less regular hideaway for her, where she could be alone after the Hallex wore off and she was whimpering and sobbing from the lows of the drug. Dr. Michel supplied her with some of her own stuff that took off the edge until she could get a new fix from Shepard.
Adams was a creep. He dragged her down to engineering, tied her hands spread out along the consoles, kneeling on the floor and humped her mouth with his gnarly cock. She tried not to laugh, but it was hard when she was high. It’s not like he could gag her with that thing. She moaned into his hairy crotch while the bastard panted obscenities at her while trying to work something, the drive core bathing them in an eerie light. Tali was nowhere to be seen.
After a while, Shepard only touched her when she was not high. She was very docile and passive, but she moaned nonetheless and she came around his cock. On many days she crawled between his legs after she woke up and started to suck him off whenever she needed the next fix. It wasn’t hard to do. Shepard was in a whole different class when it came to handling her. The rest of the crew had no idea what to do with her even when she was high on Hallex. She was toying with them.
But Shepard did just the right things at just the right times even when she was not high. His body was firm and smooth, his moves steady, his cock just the right proportions and he knew what to do with a girl like her. If only he would stop treating her so cold and heartless. She really felt that if he would take her like before, with passion and soul, she could really give herself to him and not feel so guilty. If he would forgive her for whatever she did, she could love him.
She was sobbing in the public showers after a long night in the den they set up for her. They started referring to it as the brothel. The drugs wore off, Dr. Michel was passed out already and couldn’t give her the pills. She barely found the strength to make it to the showers. As she stood under the running hot water, she felt a soft touch on her shoulders. It was Kelly Chambers, her eyes sad and her touches gentle and caring. She started kissing her and she cried, even though she knew it was just the withdrawal. She let Kelly hold her and wash her, kissing and caressing and they ended up having slow, gentle sex in the steam-filled cabin in the middle of the night.
When the Normandy resupplied or laid low on a backwater world, one of the typical smuggler’s hideout with another crew, Shepard had her all cleaned up and dressed pretty, and had her on his side on a leash, when he negotiated with the other crew in the cargo bay. She had to kneel at his feet, a batarian and a turian glaring at her, while she stared out through the open cargo bay doors into pale green pastures at the foothills on some a planet. It felt strange. They were making a deal over her head.
They took her in her den, the batarian with his fleshy, roughly textured cock that stank and felt crude against her lips and left her flesh sore. The turian’s cock was more like a bone, several ridges that chafed her walls. She felt it could even be pleasant, especially how warm it felt, if he could work her up and use some lubrication. He was just too eager to fuck a human female to bother with that. They left her spasming on the floor when the turian’s cum triggered a small episode. Luckily, Dr. Michel was ready with a shot that relaxed her and knocked her out for the rest of the day. At least Shepard made a good deal.
And then, on another planet, in another hideout she was in the cockpit, sitting on the front panel with legs spread, while she bent over and moaned into Joker’s lap. His stiff cock was hitting the back of her throat and she would have thrown up from the experience and the thick musky smell, but his hard-on was actually impressive. He was not good at fucking at all, came too quickly, but boy, did he have stamina that compensated for his dimensions. So she was grinding her hip against the touchscreens and keys and buttons, her pussy leaking juices onto the console while Joker had a good show, watching her thin waist and impossibly round ass sway in front of his eyes while she cleaned him off.
“Shit, Joker you’re one sick fuck!” Shepard snorted as he stood behind his seat. The pilot jerked, and she stopped, pulling her lips off of him with a loud pop and let out a sigh. She blinked at Shepard with lazy eyes, still riding her last high. “What the fuck are you doing? That’s definitely not sanitary.”

“I know, I just love the smell of pussy on my console.” Joker snickered apologetically. “It’s like when I touch the buttons, I could feel her juices.”

“Clean up the fucking cockpit, Joker, this is not a brothel. It’s a spaceship. What were you thinking?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I told her to do it. She didn’t complain.”

Shepard motioned her closer and took her leash as soon as he could, pulling her to his side. She clung onto his shoulder, pressing her chest against his side, licking her lips.

“Of course she didn’t, she’s high as a kite.”

“I know!” Joker chuckled gleefully. “Isn’t that great?”

Shepard started to tug her away.

“No, it’s fucking not. Clean up this place before I spread your guts all over it.”
He took her to his cabin, which was unusual and told her to get a good shower. He gave her a new outfit and some pills that she took with a foul-tasting tea and made her eat a big plate of decent, greasy food.
“I need you in your good shape. No more drugs for now. We’re going to do some business.”

A/N: Coming up next is the grand finale, where hopefully everything that happened will make sense and all the pieces will fall into place. Stay tuned.
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