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Quarian Directives	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 56180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Move your ass," ordered the voice in the darkness. And, like every other order, Jack obeyed.

She was being led somewhere, she didn't know where. But even with the thick sack slung over her head, she knew it was somewhere she didn't want to be. Strong fingers gripped around her arms, as she was tugged forcefully towards her destination

As her captors pressed her forward, she tried her best to figure out where she was by the sounds around her. She could hear the murmurs of voices around her, but they were speaking too softly for her to make out the words. Every so often, she would hear a scream in the distance, and it made her shiver. They sounded like her own screams, from so long ago.

"Oh, no," she thought to herself. It couldn't be. That place was gone, blown to fucking hell. She couldn't be back there...

Reaching their destination, one of the guards yanked the sack off her head. Jack gasped in horror.

It was Teltin. Not the broken-down husk it had been when she had last been there with Shepard. Not the pile of melted, ruined metal it should be after they blew it up.

Teltin as it was back when she was imprisoned there. Lights up and running, everything so clean and tidy. Like a hospital, but with the whole "do no harm" rule completely ignored.

She was in her room, just like it was back before she escaped. Her bed, her desk... it all would look so mundane to anyone else, but to Jack it was one of the most horrifying sights she could have seen.

And outside of the two-way mirror she could see morose-looking kids being herded like animals by the guards. Jack had to look down at herself to make sure that somehow, she hadn't be turned back into the child she had been when she woke up in this nightmare the first time. But it was her adult body she saw below her, albeit without a stitch of clothing on.

They had brought her back, naked like an animal, to this fucking miserable place. Why?

"Welcome home, Subject Zero," said a voice behind her. She turned to see him enter, a trail of smoke following in his wake.

"This can't be happening," she said, trying not to show the fear in her voice.

The Illusive Man gave her a wan smile. "But it is, Subject Zero. You're back where you belong."

"Stop calling me that," Jack yelled at him. "I'm not one of your goddamn test subjects anymore!"

Tapping his cigarette, the ash drifting to the floor, the Illusive Man directed his attention to one of the guards who had brought her in. "The process has been completed?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," Jack recognized the voice immediately. Miranda looked over at her disdainfully. "The subject is now completely under our command. She won't be offering any further resistance."

"You traitorous fucking bitch!" Jack screamed at her. "I'll rip your fuck..." Jack prepared a powerful biotic blast, only to suddenly feel darts of pain pressing against the surface of her brain. She screamed and clutched at her scalp, dropping to her knees in agony.

The Illusive Man showed no reaction to her pain. "I see that the anti-aggression measures have been activated, then."

"They have, sir," said the other guard, and Jack wasn't surprised to look over and see Jacob standing there. "She won't even be able to think about harming a member of Cerberus without experiencing intense pain."

Jack struggled to her feet. She could beat this. Just had to endure the pain long enough to toss their dear leader against a fucking wall. But even as the images of caving in the Illusive Man's skull were brought to mind, she cried out again, falling down to her hands and knees. It felt like someone was running a cheese grater across her brain.

"Leave me alone with the subject for a moment," the Illusive Man said to his minions. "It doesn't appear that I'll need any protection around her anymore."

Jacob and Miranda left, leaving Jack alone with the leader of Cerberus.

"What..." Jack struggled to speak through the slowly-receding pain. "What are you going to do to me?"
The Illusive Man studied her, like a scientist would study a particularly interesting worm. He took a puff on his cigarette and exhaled deeply. "The real question, Subject Zero, is what aren't we going to do to you. As I told Commander Shepard before, I had never been informed of what was being done at this facility. If I had, I would have told the scientists here that their studies were too narrow. That we could learn so much more from a unique specimen like yourself."

"So what this will mean for you, Subject Zero, is more tests. Studying the limits of your endurance, your pain threshold," the Illusive Man coldly rattled off the tortures in store for her. "And, of course, just how deeply we can take control of your mind."

Walking up to the prone Jack, the Illusive Man dropped his lit cigarette onto her back. Jack hissed in pain as the sting of heat on her skin. By the time she had shaken it away, the Illusive Man was at work unzipping his pants.

"We have grand plans for you, Subject Zero," the Illusive Man said, as he pulled out his rigid cock. Jack didn't even need to be told what to do. Whatever further conditioning Cerberus had done to her, it told her what was expected of her. Rising up to her knees, she gripped the base of the Illusive Man's shaft and rolled her tongue around the head of his prick.

It was her duty to service all members of Cerberus. No matter how much it disgusted her, she forced herself to stroke and suck at the Illusive Man's cock.

Despite the lavishing of attention on his prick, the Illusive Man still stood impassively, almost seeming to have enjoyed sucking on his nicotine-stick more than having his cock sucked. "I'm glad to see that Miss Lawson's work on your mind has taken effect so completely," he mused. "We'll begin using the same techniques on the others immediately."

"Others?" Jack pulled away from his cock to ask. "What others?"

The Illusive Man seemed to ignore her question. "Hands and knees, please," he instructed Jack.

She quickly obeyed, mindlessly presenting her ass for the head of Cerberus. Still with that detached air, the Illusive Man aimed his saliva-soaked cock at her ass.

"Denying Miss Lawson's request to implant a control chip into Shepard's mind was a mistake," he said, as he gripped Jack's hips and began slowly penetrating her asshole. "I obviously can't trust Shepard and her team to follow my instructions. But we have other ways of gaining control over them all. A little more... crude than the original plan, but still effective."

As Jack gritted her teeth at the Illusive Man's agonizingly slow anal intrusion, she watched as a video monitor descended from the ceiling. It flared to life, and Jack tensed as she saw what was being shown.

The display rotated between several different cameras. Each one showing a scene of fucking twisted shit.

Kasumi fastened into a pillory device, with a Cerberus trooper fucking her from behind, and a line of at least eight more behind him, waiting for their turns.

Samara with her arms and legs encased in some sort of imprisonment machine, with a thick metal dildo whirring and buzzing between her legs.

Liara, on her hands and knees, teeth gritted in pain as a varren buried its veiny purple length deep between her asscheeks.

And then, Shepard herself. Naked and chained to the floor, with a squad of Cerberus troopers surrounding her, jerking their pricks. The camera held on this shot long enough to make Jack see as, one-by-one, they deposited their cum across Shepard's pained face. Before long, the once proud Commander of the Normandy was utterly covered in jizz.

"Once the conditioning is complete, they'll all be quite eager to follow our commands," the Illusive Man said, his cock now plunging in and out of Jack's ass. "They'll fight for us, screw for us, do anything we command them to. And you'll get to watch as we suck out every last drop of resistance."

"You... you fuck," Jack cursed at him, even as she felt her body start to react to the Illusive Man's attentions. This was part of it too, she knew. She may loathe this man, want to drive her fist into his face again and again. But from what was done to her, she would be forced to moan, writhe, and cum from his very touch.
"It shouldn't take long," the Illusive Man said. "In a matter of..."

His words were cut off in surprise, as just then all of the lights in the room shut off.

"What the hell?" the Illusive Man exclaimed, rising to his feet and forcing his still-erect cock back into his pants. "Ms. Lawson, report." He received no response. "Miranda, Jacob! God dammit, somebody give me an answer!"

The door to the cell slid open. "How's this for an answer?" said a familiar voice, followed by the loud boom of a shotgun discharging. Without armor, the blast turned the Illusive Man's intestines into mincemeat, and he flew backwards and hit the glass of Jack's window, sliding to the floor in a bloody heap.

"Stand up," she heard the voice command her, and Jack rose to her feet.

She could just make out the silhouette of her rescuer in the dim emergency lights. But from the voice, she knew already.

"I'm here for you, Jack," the voice assured her. As the lights came back on, Jack finally got a good look at her, looking powerful and seductive, with a shotgun smoking in her hand.

Behind her, Jack saw the Illusive Man's former torture victims. Kasumi and Shepard... along with Jacob and Miranda as well. The Cerberus operatives had been stripped of their clothing, and stood rigid alongside their equally naked former captives.

"They're under her command now," Jack realized, as she walked towards her extended hand. "They're her slaves."

And as she took her rescuer's hand in hers, she realized one last thing. "And now I'm one, too."

"Are you ready to be my slave, Jack?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Tali," Jack responded.

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"Yes, Mistress Tali."

Jack's eyes snapped open, the transition from the dream to reality a harsh jolt. She was staring at the wall of her sleeping area. At some point during her sleep, she had curled up on her side, clutching herself in the fetal position.

The nightmare... it had been more vivid than any of the other ones she'd had about Teltin. She swore that she could still smell that antiseptic smell, hear her own pained cries echoing in her cell.

But it wasn't real. She was back here. But after what happened on Omega, reality wasn't working out much better than the dream.

After Kasumi's stupid command got her kicked off the station, Jack had been forced to skulk back to the Normandy, without being able to make contact with her hired assassin. All of her avenues for taking out Miranda were gone now.

Jack was going to have to do it on her own.

Maybe Kelly was right, and Jack wouldn't be able to fire the shot once she had Miranda in her sights. But she had to try. She would storm up to the armory and grab a shotgun. If Jacob raised a fuss, he'd be the first to go, before Jack marched down to Miranda's office, put the barrel right between her thick fucking lips, and pulled the trigger.

She rolled over to get out of her cot.

"Hello, Jack," said Miranda, standing above her with a smile.

"No, no!" Jack cried out, darting out of her cot.

"Stop," Miranda ordered her, and Jack froze in her tracks. "Turn to face me, please. And keep your voice down, please. Wouldn't want to disturb anyone."

Jack glared at Miranda at she turned to face her, and then her eyes were drawn downward and her breath caught in her throat.

Miranda was completely naked. The stuck-up cheerleader was unashamedly strutting around the lower decks with absolutely nothing on. Jack didn't want to stare at her perfectly proportioned body, but the shock of Miranda appearing like this made it hard for Jack to focus on anything else.

"You like what you see?" Miranda cocked her hip, standing in front of the motionless Jack and tossing her hair.

"Not fucking really. You could use a few scars like mine," Jack snarled at her, Miranda's command keeping her voice at a low, barely audible level. "Hand me a knife and I'll get you started."

Miranda gave Jack a cocky smirk. "Really? Come on, Jack. Answer me this, and tell the truth: you've wanted to see me like this for a while now, haven't you?"

"Yes," Jack immediately responded.
"Mm-hmm. Truth is, ever since you first laid eyes on me, you've wanted to fuck me," Miranda said. "Isn't that true, Jack? Give me an honest answer."

"Yeah," Jack admitted. "You happy, you bitch? Is that what all this has been about? Brainwashing me into admitting I'm hot for your ass, because you got sick of fucking every alien on the ship?"

Miranda chuckled to herself. "No need to be so hostile, Jack. After all, tonight you're going to get your wish. Turn around, please."

Jack turned away from Miranda, facing into the guts of the Normandy. She stood this way for some time, hearing Miranda leave momentarily and then return with something that was making a clanking metal sound.

"Arms up, please," Miranda instructed, and Jack raised her arms to the ceiling. She felt Miranda grip her right wrist, and then the cold feel of metal against her skin. As she looked over to see the manacle Miranda had fastened to her wrist, Miranda was tossing the attached chain over a pipe in the ceiling, before locking Jack's wrist into the other restraint.

"Bend over," Miranda instructed her. Jack wanted to protest, but her body moved as Miranda commanded. "Further," Miranda told her, and Jack gritted her teeth in pain, as her arms were wrenched backwards by the chain.

Behind her, she could feel Miranda tugging at the waistband of her pants. "Nervous, Jack? Don't worry. You're going to love this."

"You won't fucking get away with this. Even if you fuck up my brain, Shepard's on to you. She'll take you and the rest of Cerberus down," Jack struggled to sound confident, even as her pants were hitting the floor once again.

But the laugh that Miranda gave to this tore away any last bit of hope Jack had. "Shepard? She's already been taken care of. The crew is already putting her under our control as we speak. But you... ooh, I wanted to handle you personally."

From her perspective, bent down as low as possible with her arms nearly yanked out of their sockets, Jack could only see up to Miranda's waist as she stepped around in front of Jack.

But what she saw from that perspective told her enough about what was to come.

Miranda had donned a giant fucking strap-on, the black plastic cock shaped like a krogan's. Jack flashed back to the dream, the Illusive Man taking her from behind. "Oh, God, not in my ass," she moaned.

Miranda reached down to gently stroke Jack's cheek, Jack wanting to turn and bite off her fingers but unable to move. "Oh, there's still that last bit of free will left. Okay, Jack. We'll do it your way. This time."

"My way would be to take that strap-on off you and shove it down your throat until you choked on your own blood, bitch," Jack thought to herself, but knew there was no point in fighting. Miranda moved away from Jack's eye-line, and she soon felt the cheerleader's cool hands on her hips.

"Ughhhhh," Jack winced as the massive plastic phallus penetrated her. She would have cried out, but Miranda's commands seemed to extend to even involuntary screams. So instead, she rapidly breathed in and out, trying to endure the pain of the thick fake cock stretching her open.

"The process is almost finished," Miranda said, her voice filled with cheery delight. "The easy part was making you follow any command you were given. But there's still that part of you that wants to resist, to fight against us. But if my calculations are correct, that part of you should be dying out pretty soon now."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jack grimaced as Miranda's strap-on mercilessly pummeled her insides. "What have you done to me?"

Miranda leaned down against Jack's back, the pressure yanking back Jack's arms harder. As Jack's eyes watered from the pain, Miranda whispered into her ear. "Once the process is completed, Jack, you won't just follow all of our commands. It will be all that you can ever do. You won't have any independent thoughts of your own. You'll be little more than a puppet, only able to act at our command."

"No," Jack protested, shaking her head as Miranda continued thrusting inside of her. "No, I won't give in. I'll fight it."
"Just like you've fought all our other commands, Jack?" Miranda countered. "Just let go, Jack. Once you give in, you'll be so happy. Cerberus will take such good care of you, Jack. Just like we did before."

Jack struggled to keep her mind focused. But as the minutes passed, and Miranda's fucking continued, Jack could almost feel her thoughts getting cloudy. Her body was starting to respond to the sensation of the thick krogan cock inside her.

"One last step," Miranda cooed to her. "One final release of control. When I finally make you cum, the endorphin release will finish the indoctrination process. You'll be Cerberus's slave, now and forever."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," said a voice from behind them both.

Miranda's thrusts paused. "What the... what are you doing here? This is no concern of yours, Tali."

Tali? The dream came back to Jack in a rush. Tali coming into the cell, blowing away the Illusive Man and freeing her. And then something had happened next... what the hell had it been? It was hard to remember shit like that with a giant strap-on jammed up your pussy.

"You're trying to take over the minds of the crew, Miranda. I think that's definitely my concern." Jack heard footsteps as Tali walked around the two human women. Soon, she was standing in front of Jack.

"Wh... why the fuck is she naked, too?" Jack thought for just a moment, craning her neck up to see that Tali was wearing nothing except her mask. Her pale skin, lined with cybernetic implants, glowed slightly in the dim light.

But Jack's thoughts about Tali's state of dress were dashed aside, as Miranda resumed her thrusts into Jack. "You're too late, Tali. There's no stopping us. Jack, Shepard... the whole crew is going to be under our control. As soon as our newest slave here cums, she'll forget everything but how wonderful it feels to serve Cerberus." Leaning down again, Miranda breathed into Jack's ear. "You feel it, Jack? You feel your body start to betray you? Give in to the pleasure. You have no choice."

"But she does," Tali said. "You forgot about one thing, Miranda. One little thing that's going to destroy all of your plans."

Bringing her hand from behind her back, Tali pulled out...

"The device!" Jack exclaimed, memories rushing back to her in a flood. Finding it on the Broker's ship, Shepard taking it away. Seeing Tali and Kasumi with it a few days later. Why had she forgotten about that before now?

"You know what this is, don't you, Jack?" Tali asked her, and Jack nodded. "And so do you, right, Miranda?"

"Put that thing down, you bitch," Miranda snapped at Tali. "You're meddling in matters you can't possibly comprehend!"

Even as the two of them argued, Miranda continued her unceasing thrusting into Jack's damp cunt. Just as Miranda had said, Jack could feel her climax building, feeling like she was moments away from losing control completely, in more ways than one.

"I can save you from them, Jack," Tali said, bending down to look her in the eye. "I can undo their control over you."

"Do it, Tali," Jack said, her voice quivering. "Do it, and then we'll blow this bitch away together."

Tali's glowing eyes blinked behind her mask, and Jack thought she could see a smile behind the glass. "But there's one catch. I can't completely free you from their control. But what I can do... is change who you'll end up calling your mistress."

"Mistress," Jack muttered. "Mistress Tali, that was..." The end of the dream was coming back to her. The rest of the human crew of the Normandy, lined up behind Tali, her obedient slaves. And Jack taking Tali's hand, ready to become one of them.

"If you just ask me, Jack," Tali said, her voice low and enticing in Jack's ear. "I'll make you my slave, instead of theirs."

Jack sneered. "No. I'm nobody's fucking slave. Not yours, not Cerberus's. Nobody's."

"You see, Tali?" Miranda said, delivering a light slap to Jack's ass. "She's still too stubborn. Still believes she can fight this. There's no way you'll be able to convince her."
"Well, unlike you humans, I'm not going to command her to do anything," Tali said. Turning her attention back to Jack, she waved the device in front of her face. "It's your choice, Jack. And from the look on your face, it doesn't look like you've got much time left. Either I use the device on you, and you let me be your one and only mistress, or Miranda and the rest of Cerberus win, and you'll be a slave to all of their whims for the rest of your life. What's it going to be, Jack?"

Jack could feel Miranda quickening her thrusts, trying her best to bring Jack to her climax as soon as possible. "Use it on her, dammit," Jack blurted out. "Why don't you just use it on Miranda instead? Stop her, Tali."

"Mmm, that actually is a smart idea, Jack," Tali said, cocking her neck in consideration. "But no, I don't think I'm going to do that. I gave you your two options, Jack. Stop searching for a third option that doesn't exist and choose."

This wasn't right. Tali's "rescue" was looking less and less like a heroic act by the moment. But Jack couldn't hold back much longer. She could feel her toes start to curl, her breath coming faster and faster. Her orgasm was only seconds away.

"You ready, Jack?" Miranda said, her tone triumphant. "You ready to be Cerberus's personal whore?" Looking up at Tali, she laughed mockingly. "You've lost, Tali. You had no hope fighting against Cerberus and the..."

"Fine, I give up!" Jack cried out, her voice loud and echoing against the walls. "I'll be your slave, Tali!"

And with those words, everything in the room stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, Miranda withdrew the strap-on from Jack, Jack sighing as the massive rod was finally out of her. The chains above her rattled, and her wrists sprang free from the manacles. Straightening herself up, Jack blinked as she saw Miranda walk around to Tali, get down on her knees, and wrap her arms lovingly around the quarian's waist.

"Oh, Mistress," Miranda said, all of the anger and fire gone from her voice, replaced by a serene ecstasy. "I'm so sorry I yelled at you. Are you mad at me, Mistress?"

"Of course not, slave," Tali said, reaching down to stroke her hand through Miranda's hair. "I would never be mad at you for something I told you to do, after all."

"Thank you," Miranda sighed as she leaned her cheek against Tali's bare hip. "I love you so much, Mistress."

Jack stared between the two of them, struggling to compute what was happening. "You... you tricked me," she finally said.

"No, Jack, you tricked yourself," Tali said, her once-friendly voice now filled with a mirthful spite. "All this time you spent believing that Cerberus was behind this all, when the real answer was right above your head the whole time."

She knew she should run, she should get away from this. But she suddenly felt so weak. It was all she could manage just to remain standing. "You're going to use that thing on me, then?" she gestured limply toward the device. "Make me your slave like the cheerleader?"

"Don't be silly, Jack," Tali said. "I already used the device on you weeks ago. All I needed you to do was ask to be my slave, and now that that's done..."

Gently pushing Miranda away, Tali hopped up on the edge of the table in Jack's personal area. Spreading her legs, Tali brazenly displayed her damp snatch.

"How would you like to come over here and eat me out, slave?" Tali asked.
It wasn't a command, Jack realized, even as she started walking toward Tali. Jack wasn't being compelled to act. But she was still walking over anyway. Still dropping to her knees and gently stroking Tali's thighs.

"This isn't so bad," Jack thought to herself, as she started lapping up Tali's wetness. "She isn't forcing me to do anything, after all. All Tali is doing is asking me to... no, that's not it. Mistress is giving me the privilege of being allowed to eat her cunt. She doesn't have any control over me. I could say no if I wanted to. But why would I want to, when Mistress's pussy tastes so good?"

"Oooh," Mistress moaned, and Jack glanced up to see that Miranda had started lovingly sucking on Mistress's nipple.

"Stupid little cheerleader," Jack thought to herself, as she worked her tongue against Mistress's swollen clit. "Mistress probably had to actually brainwash her to make her realize how lucky she would be to service such a beautiful goddess."

But not Jack. Jack was stronger than Miranda. She was still herself. Still free.

Free to do whatever Mistress commanded.
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