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A Lesson in Shipboard Discipline	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 32388 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-A Lesson in Shipboard Discipline
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Day 1

Miranda kept staring at the door to Shepard's cabin long after it had closed. She kept hoping it would open back up again, with Shepard in her usual uniform, telling them this was all one big hazing or something, and letting them free.

Because this couldn't actually be happening. Shepard was a good-hearted person. She'd seen the Commander go out of her way to help others in need. Rather than expose Tali's father's crimes on the Flotilla, she had rallied the crowd against the Admiralty board, until they were forced to drop the charges in shame. She'd helped both Miranda and Jack with major issues in their lives, and afterward urged them to spare people they were seconds away from killing.

The Shepard that had walked in however long ago wasn't the Shepard Miranda had thought she knew. And all this over a little argument?

It was mostly Jack's fault anyway. Miranda was forcing herself not to look over at the naked woman kneeling next to her. Whenever she stole a glance, however, the seething anger in Jack's eyes frightened her. Miranda couldn't help but wonder who the psychotic biotic was angrier at: Shepard, or her.

"You just had to start things up again, didn't you?" Miranda thought ruefully. "Coming into my office to taunt me like that." Miranda remembered it all over again. Jack must have snuck a peek at the files the Shadow Broker had on the crew. Whoever had leaked the message from Dr. Grenway, Miranda would have to find and kill them after this was all over.

In any case, Jack had immediately started with the vicious taunts. Talking about how easier it must have been to be a slut when she didn't have to worry about getting knocked up. How at least she wouldn't curse the world with any perfectly bitchy little offspring.

It had hurt, and yes, Miranda had probably overreacted. But Jack had started the whole thing, even if it had been Miranda's biotic flare-up that had nearly caused a hull breach. Jack should be the one taking this punishment, not her.

No, Miranda thought to herself. Neither of us should be. Nothing was deserving of something like this. Her shoulders ached from being yanked back into the arm-binders, her jaw sore from being forced open by the giant ball in her mouth. And most of all, she could still feel the after-effects of the collar around her neck sending intense pain throughout her entire body.

She wanted to cry, being abused and humiliated like this, but she needed to stay strong. As much for her own sanity as to not let Jack see her weak. She had to keep focused. Figure out a way out of this situation before things got too out of hand.

"The next month is going to be very, very painful for both of you," Shepard had said, and the cold look in her eyes had told Miranda that she wasn't bluffing.

The minutes turned into hours, the cold steel floor pressing painfully into Miranda's knees as she stared at the walls of Shepard's room. She searched for something sharp, anything she could use to attempt to remove the bindings around her arms.

She had about given up by the time the door opened again. Miranda snapped her attention to the new arrival.

"Dinner time," Kelly Chambers said cheerfully. The ship's yeoman had also entered the room without her uniform, instead wearing a short leather miniskirt, a pair of high-heeled lace-up boots, and nothing else.

The redhead set down something on Shepard's desk and turned to the two captive women. "Now, before you get any funny ideas, my voice is also coded into your collars. So if you try to make any sudden moves or anything like that, you might have to suffer."

Miranda bit hard into her ball gag as the agony filled her again. It must have been only a few seconds before Kelly said "Shut off," but even that felt like an eternity.

"So, I'm going to take your gags out, so you can eat," Kelly said. "Mistress said if you behave, I can leave them off."

She walked over to Jack and reached behind her head to unfasten the strap. As soon as the ball was out of Jack's mouth, she lunged forward. There was an audible click as Jack's teeth bit down on empty air where Kelly's hand had been seconds before.

"Hey," Kelly stepped back from Jack. "I said behave, now! Do you want me to turn on the collars again?"

"Fuck you," Jack snapped at her. "The second I get the chance, you, Shepard... this whole fucking ship is fucking dead!"

Kelly clucked her tongue. "Somebody's going to need a spanking later," she chirped. "You keep this up, you'll end up here for another month."

Jack spat at Kelly, who just shook her head like a teacher dealing with a particularly unruly student. She walked over to Miranda, standing in front of her with her crotch at Miranda's face-level. Kelly wore no underwear under the short skirt, and her shaven pussy was right in Miranda's face.

"Now, Miranda, you're going to be good, aren't you?" Kelly looked down at Miranda curiously.

Miranda nodded. The best bet now was to play along, wait for the proper opportunity.

Walking right up to Miranda, Kelly put her crotch right into Miranda's face. Miranda tried to rear away, but Kelly held her head tightly in place. Miranda's nose was filled with the unmistakable scent of Kelly's arousal as she bent over to unstrap the ball gag.

As soon as her mouth was free and Kelly stepped back, Miranda took a deep breath. "Kelly, you have to stop this," she begged. "Shepard's gone crazy, you need to let us go."

Kelly's expression turned sympathetic. "Aw, Miranda, I remember when I was like you. After I forgot to feed Mistress's fish and she called me up her for my first education, I resisted at first. But after a while, I realized that Mistress was only looking out for me. She wanted to make sure I followed her orders properly, didn't make a mistake like that again." She smiled bashfully. "I still screwed up a couple of times, though, and Mistress made sure I was properly reprimanded."

She leaned down to be face-to-face to Miranda. "But after a while, even being punished feels good. I'll tell you a secret: sometimes I even screw up on purpose, just so Mistress will punish me. Yesterday, I 'forgot' to deliver the weekly status report."

Turning around, Kelly lifted up the back of her skirt to reveal her bare ass. Several red welts rose up from her creamy white buttocks. "See how kind Mistress is?" Kelly said. "To give me such proper education. And now you two get to be educated, too! It's going to be so much fun!"

Miranda was chilled. How long had this been going on? How much abuse had this poor woman suffered to turn her into this, a willing participant in this depravity?

She had to hope, however, that maybe some vestige of Kelly's old self resided in the dutiful slave that stood before her. Miranda made up her mind then; she had to play nice with Kelly. Use their past friendship and establish a bond, and hopefully convince her to let them go.

"I'm sure it will be," Miranda said, forcing a smile to her face. "Now, though, I'm kinda hungry." Shifting, she presented her bound arms to Kelly.

Kelly watched her in confusion. "What are you doing? You want your arms free?" She giggled. "Silly, you won't need that!"

Walking back to the desk, Kelly retrieved what she had brought in. With a metallic clang, she dropped the two items to the floor.

In front of Miranda and Jack were two gleaming, chrome dog dishes. The one in front of Jack had the word "SLUT" painted in black on the surface. In front of Miranda was painted the word "WHORE." Inside the dishes were some kind of runny, foul-smelling stew, looking like something Gardner had tossed out for not meeting even his low standards.

"Eat up, little doggies," Kelly said with a giggle.

Jack bared her teeth. "You can tell Shepard to fuck herself. I'll starve to death before I let her treat me like an animal."

"Mistress thought you'd say that," Kelly replied. Disappointed, she walked over and picked up Jack's dish. After laying it back on the desk, she retrieved Jack's ball gag and, after some struggling, jammed it back into her mouth and strapped it tightly on. "You'll change your mind in a day or so, I imagine."

Trying to play the part of the obedient one, at least for now, Miranda bent down and forced herself to slurp up some of the disgusting dish. She tried her best to keep from gagging as she swallowed the concoction. It was the worst thing she'd ever tasted, but she smiled up at Kelly as she ate, her face covered with the brown slop. She could hear Jack cursing against her ball gag, but ignored it. Soon, the vast majority of the horrible meal was forced down, and Miranda leaned back, broth dripping from her face onto her bare breasts. She wanted to puke, both from the taste of the meal and from the utter humiliation of it all.

"Good doggie," Kelly exclaimed. "I'll be sure to tell Mistress how well you're behaving. She's down paying a visit to Tali in engineering, but she should be up fairly soon."

Tali, Miranda thought to herself. She and Shepard had been pretty cozy with each other ever since her trial on the Flotilla. Did Tali know about all this? No, she couldn't. Shepard had played the part of the kind-hearted commander so well with Miranda; it probably would be just as easy to deceive Tali as well.

An image came to Miranda's head of Shepard smiling and laughing with Tali, the two of them holding hands like two chaste lovers, before Shepard left her to come up here and put on her latex fetish outfit, before bending Kelly over and "disciplining" her.

The deceitful bitch. Miranda didn't care what it meant to the fight against the Reapers. The second she had the opportunity, she was going to take Shepard out.

She betrayed none of this in her expression, however, dutifully giving Kelly access to her face as the yeoman patiently wiped off the remains of the meal with a washrag. Miranda couldn't help but notice that Kelly was paying particular attention to her breasts, and let out a gasp as Kelly just dropped the rag altogether and began fondling her tit openly.

"I hope Mistress lets me play with you soon," Kelly was whispering into her ear. "She told me it wouldn't be for a little while, but I just can't wait."

Miranda struggled not to flinch away as Kelly kneaded her breasts, her long fingernails digging painfully into her flesh. With her free hand, Kelly stuck her hand under her skirt and rubbed at her clitoris frantically. Before too long, her knees buckled slightly, and she let out several heated moans. Miranda had heard rumors about Kelly's sexual proclivities, but she had never imagined that she'd see the yeoman openly masturbating in front of her, all while continuing to grope her.

Lowering her skirt and smoothing it out, Kelly grabbed Miranda's dish and headed for the door. "Mistress will be arriving shortly," Kelly said. "If she asks, tell her I broke the rules and touched you. I need to be given the proper punishment for that."

Kelly stepped out the door, once again leaving Miranda and Jack alone.

"Jack, listen to me," Miranda said in low tones. Jack snapped her attention to Miranda, her eyes still narrowed in hatred and blame. "I know you hate me right now, and probably with good reason. But right now, we need to work together to get out of this. Do you think you can do that?"

Jack did nothing for several seconds. Finally, she gave a reluctant nod.

"We won't gain anything from resisting. If we do that, Shepard will just come down harder on us. We need to play along, follow her orders for now.

Jack violently shook her head, her frown evident even with the ball shoved in her mouth.

"I know," Miranda said. "It's disgraceful. But the only way we're going to get out of this is if we lull Shepard into complacency. Make her think we're obeying so she lowers their guard."

Jack still seemed resistant, so Miranda assured her. "And once she loses focus on us, we'll take the opportunity to free ourselves... and then we'll kill her."

This got Jack's attention. She nodded at this.

"But for now, we've got to play the part of the good little slaves," Miranda said. "Can you do that, Jack?"

The bald woman's shoulders slumped, and her eyes were downcast as she nodded.

"Keep your eyes open," Miranda said. "If you see an opportunity, take it. But only if you're sure you can get to Shepard before she says anything and triggers these collars."

Jack nodded again, and the two of them settled in for another long wait.

Sometime later, Miranda had no way of knowing how long, the door slid open again, and Shepard stepped in. She hadn't put on her outfit from the previous visit, and was still in her uniform. Kelly, on the other hand, had put back on her short skirt and high heels, and helped Shepard out of her uniform.

"I heard you obeyed well, Miranda," Shepard said as Kelly was unhooking her bra. "I always knew you'd make a perfect little slave. But if you think it's going to save you from what's to come in the next few days, you're wrong."

Miranda said nothing, simply staring down at the floor, looking as defeated as possible. In her mind, she came up with as many different ways as possible of murdering this woman.

"Kelly, help me get them ready for bed," Shepard said, fully nude now. Kelly walked around behind Miranda and began unfastening the arm binders.

Miranda considered making her move at this point, but she knew it wasn't the time. Shepard stood far away from Kelly and Miranda, watching for any sign of resistance. Miranda might be able to get a strike in on Kelly, but she'd never make it to Shepard in time before Shepard could speak the keyword to put her in agony.

The arm-binders were off, and Miranda moved her arms forward to relieve the soreness in her shoulders. As Kelly moved over to Jack, Miranda gave her a hard stare, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. "Don't," Miranda mouthed. "Not now."

Jack narrowed her eyes, and Miranda tensed as Kelly started unfastening Jack's bindings. Any moment, she expected Jack to lock her hands around Kelly's throat, or make a run toward Shepard. But Jack stayed kneeling on the floor, fixing Kelly and Shepard with angry stares.

"Stand up," Shepard ordered them. Miranda's legs were as sore as she could ever remember, but she got to her feet. Jack stood as well, Miranda happy to see she was sticking with the plan.

Shepard pressed a button on a nearby wall panel, and Miranda jerked in surprise as she heard a metallic clacking sound from above. From the ceiling descended two sets of heavy steel manacles. Shepard saw the look of surprise on Miranda's face and laughed wickedly.

"Remember that requisition for renovations to my quarters, Miss Lawson?" Shepard asked with a smirk. "I thought something like this might be necessary a while ago, so I thought it best to be prepared." Shepard directed Kelly toward Miranda, and the yeoman grabbed Miranda's arms and yanked them up to be fastened into the manacles. Jack's eyes went wide, and again Miranda wondered if she was going to try to escape, but Jack didn't resist as Kelly raised her arms up to be locked in as well.

Shepard pushed another button, and Miranda cried out as the manacle chains raised slightly into the ceiling, raising her into the air until she could barely touch the floor with her toes. Her already sore shoulders flared up in fresh agony. God, there was no way she could sleep in a state like this. Jack grunted in pain as well as she dangled from the ceiling.

Shepard had her crop back in her hand, and she walked over to Jack. "You'd better eat tomorrow, slut," she said. "You keep me awake with your stomach growling tonight, I swear I'll make you feel it in the morning." She directed five hard swats in rapid succession to Jack's ass, the tattooed woman struggling against her bonds as the blows hit.

Strolling over to Miranda, Shepard ran a hand down her bare stomach. "Kelly tells me she touched you inappropriately. Is that true?"

Miranda looked at Kelly, who nodded. "Yes, she... she touched me," Miranda said.

"So, you were flirting with her?" Shepard said.

Miranda shook her head. "No, I wasn't."

"Don't contradict me, whore," Shepard said, slapping her crop across Miranda's abdomen. "You were showing off that perfect body of yours, corrupting my poor innocent servant. You wanted her to touch you, didn't you?"

"No, I... aaah!" Miranda cried out as the crop struck her thigh.

"What did I just say?" Shepard barked.

Miranda let out a sob. "You said not to contradict you."

"So let me ask again. You wanted Kelly to touch you, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Shepard nodded in satisfaction. "I thought so. You think Kelly's sexy, don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

"What about her do you find sexy?"

"I... I don't know," Miranda said, and shrieked as Shepard's crop hit her again.

"You just said you find her sexy, now you don't know? Tell me what you find sexy about her!"

Miranda shook her head. "I... I don't..." Shepard hit her again. "Aaah! Everything! Everything about her is sexy!"

"Everything? Come on, you can do better than that! There's got to be some part of her you find sexy!"

Miranda looked over at Kelly, who was watching this with one hand fondling her own breast, the other under her skirt. "Her face is sexy!"

"Her face?" Shepard's tone was annoyed. "What a stupid answer," she swatted twice at Miranda's ass, leaving dark red lines. "Come on, what else do you find sexy?"

Miranda struggled to come up with a satisfactory answer. Watching Kelly feel herself up, she blurted out, "Her breasts. Her breasts are sexy."

Shepard's blows stopped. "That's better. So, you like her breasts. What would you do with her breasts if you could do anything you wanted to them?"

"I'd... touch them," Miranda said. Seeing this answer wasn't to Shepard's satisfaction, she kept going. "And lick them."

"Keep going."

"I'd lick her breasts," Miranda spoke rapidly, saying anything to keep the crop from hitting her again. "I'd suck on her nipples and... and bite them."

Shepard nodded. "And what about her pussy? Is her pussy sexy?"

"Yes."

"Say her pussy's sexy."

Miranda muttered, "Her pussy is extremely sexy."

"You want to lick Kelly's pussy, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to lick Kelly's pussy. I want to lick her pussy and suck on her clit, and have her cum all over my face."

Shepard laughed. "I knew it. Under all that professionalism and cold demeanor, you're nothing but a lesbian whore. Aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I'm a lesbian whore."

"Well, whore," Shepard said, motioning to Kelly to come over with something. "Since you've been so forthcoming, I think I'll reward you with some nice dreams tonight."

Miranda gasped as she felt something cold against her groin. Looking down, she saw Shepard shoving a metal vibrator inside her pussy. She flicked a switch, and Miranda heard the buzz as it began moving inside her. Shepard motioned Kelly over, and Kelly strapped on a chastity belt-like device to hold the vibrator inside Miranda’s pussy.

"You like this, don't you, whore?" Shepard said to Miranda.

"I do."

"You're going to spend all night dreaming about eating pussy like a good whore, and just cumming at the thought of it, aren't you?"

"Yes, I will."

"Just don't make too much noise," Shepard said, reaching up to roughly grip Miranda's cheeks. "Or you might end up like the slut over there."

Looking over, Miranda saw that Kelly was spreading Jack's ass cheeks, forcing an intimidating-looking butt plug up into Jack's rear passage. Jack jerked and twisted, but Kelly was able to hold her still long enough to firmly seat the device inside of Jack.

Miranda could feel herself start to sweat, the vibrator inside her doing its work entirely too well. To have an orgasm in this situation seemed absolutely insane, but Miranda didn't have as much control over her body as she would have liked, and the tingle between her legs was getting impossible to ignore.

Meanwhile, Shepard was throwing back her covers and crawling into bed. Kelly climbed in beside her, wrapping her arms lovingly around the commander. Before Shepard pulled her sheets back over her body, Miranda saw Kelly's hand move between Shepard's legs and start working.

And it was right then that Miranda had the first of many orgasms that awaited her that night.
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