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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 woke with a small jolt when she felt pressure between her legs. Something was poking against her swollen folds, trying to wiggle inside. She was shivering. It was dark and she was sore and cold, and finally she was able to drift off into a dreamless sleep, and then–

She let out a small gasp as she felt the push against her muscles. A hand was grabbing her ass and pulling her cheek away for easier access, the other hand just slid around her mouth to cover her whimper.
She was lying on her side, curled into a ball on the bed between Shepard and Liara, hands still cuffed behind her back, exhausted from their ravaging that went on seemingly for hours before everyone was too tired to move and fell asleep. She pressed her eyes shut, whimpering into Shepard’s mouth as his cock slid deeper into her sensitive flesh. Liara was sleeping like a baby, naked and turned away from them, resting peacefully.
Shepard however was apparently not as tired, and must have decided it’s a good idea to wake up in the middle of the sleeping cycle to steal a little private time with their newest acquisition. Miranda felt the skin warm on her hips and ass, while the rest of her was cold. He must have been fondling her in her sleep and working up another hard-on. He would have probably fucked her even if she didn’t wake up.
Now that she was awake and groggy, he seemed to enjoy it even more, that he needed to clasp his hand on her mouth so her little whining didn’t wake Liara up. Miranda tensed, not daring to move. Curled up she was easy access, and Shepard spooning her was almost unnoticeable. It was as if Shepard wanted to fuck her behind Liara’s back, take his selfish pleasure without his lover knowing about it.
Was this it? Was he cheating on Liara? She felt sick. His cock was warm and hard as it moved inside her slowly and smoothly, up deep between slippery, strained walls, but it was an uncomfortable pressure. She was so sore... she wanted to sleep. Tears sprung into her eyes. What was he trying to do?
“God, this feels fucking good,” he whispered into her ear, moving slowly, cock getting harder inside her, increasing the pressure. “I wanted to do this since the Academy.” But you didn’t, Miranda thought. “I wanted to fuck you so bad.” I knew and I didn’t care.

His other hand was groping her ass generously. “I bet you haven’t had a cock in you for years, huh? That’s why you’re so tight.” She was disgusted. She was breathing faster into his hand, warming his palm up, trying to remain calm and not break down.
After the call they made to Ashley, it just got worse. Miranda was trying to pull it together so Ashley wouldn’t see how shaken she was. It probably didn’t work and her heart broke when she saw the shock on her face. She couldn’t look. Then the asari dragged her back and started to grope her while Shepard was still talking on the comm. She was like a spoiled five-year-old who got a kitten for her birthday, that would be dead in a couple of days from the smothering. Miranda managed to keep it together until Shepard was finished, and started crying out and begging her to leave her alone after that.
Liara was biting, pinching, squeezing, making her breasts sore, her nipple throb with pain. She wanted to play with her pet and got frustrated when Miranda was whining in pain. She slapped her on the face a couple of times until Shepard calmed her down with a few simple words. Then the asari dragged her on the bed again, threw her down on her back and dove between Miranda’s legs and started to eat her out with fierce determination. She was infatuated with the mere sight of human pussy.
Miranda however was still sensitive from Shepard’s earlier fucking and still shaken up by the whole experience, so it hardly did anything for her. Meanwhile Shepard watched mesmerized as Liara peeled off her clothes and kneeled between her pale legs and got down to licking and smacking and moaning, tight blue ass up in the air. He stood at the foot of the bed, dropped his pants and grabbing the asari’s firm, round ass he slipped into her sex with one fluid motion. Liara gasped and giggled, biting down on Miranda’s labia from all the excitement, making her cry out in shock.
Then the moaning started. Shepard watched Liara’s tight, rocking body, occasionally lifting his gaze to Miranda’s breasts, swaying gently from the forwarded motion. As they worked themselves up into a thorough fucking, she realized that Liara was no longer between her legs, but kneeling on hands and knees above her torso, and both of them were looking at her while fucking. She shivered, unable to tear her gaze away from them. Shepard’s piercing gaze was sending her a message, a message of dark lust. Liara on the other hand, her darting gaze could not stand still for a second, but she was sizing her up. As the impending orgasm slowly started to cloud her gaze, her eager eyes promised pain. They were only warming up.
And now, a couple of hours later, in the middle of the night, feeling sticky with sweat and other fluids, she was still used as a quick release of midnight wood for Shepard. She gasped into his hand, her soreness returning into her lap, trying to shuffle into a more comfortable position, lifting one knee up to part her thighs so his cock slipped in and out easier. Her arms hurt, she was groggy, wanted to sleep, wanted this to be over with.

“This is nice, pet, huhh, so tight,” Shepard whispered into her ear. “I am starting to see what Ashley saw in you.” Miranda winced. He had to twist the knife in the wound. Make her more miserable.
Shepard’s strokes became long and firm, hips moving smoothly back and forth, burying his cock deep with every thrust, hard, but slow. He was getting there, and Miranda was breathing harder into his hand as the pressure increased. The whole bed was slightly moving, almost enough to wake Liara up. To avoid this, Shepard sunk his cocks balls deep and jerked a couple of times, biting into Miranda’s shoulder and growlin into her skin and came with a long shudder. Thank god it was over.
As soon as he stopped, she drifted off into an exhausted sleep, not even caring if he pulled out or not.

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Morning held more surprises. Miranda woke up to the constant ache of her shoulders, arms still cuffed behind her back. She was cold, felt sore between her legs, but it was dull, fading away. The dampening field of her collar made the back of her head throb gently. She saw Liara stretching her arms and legs next to her, blanket slipping off her blue breasts as she yawned. Shepard was already up, putting on his pants, watching them.
The asari purred, breathing a “Hi” at him.

“Gotta go, doll,” Shepard said putting a shirt on. “Remember what I told you about playing with her” he pointed at Miranda, like a father telling his daughter to play nice. “Take her down to the cargo bay, all right?”

Liara mewled in response, putting on a good show of snaking her body, hands running along her sides.

“Meet you on the bridge,” he winked at Liara, giving Miranda a meaningful look before leaving. As soon as he was out the door, Liara jumped her.
She shoved her on her back, planting a wet kiss on her lips, rubbing their breasts together, moaning loud, forcing her tongue into Miranda’s mouth. Before Miranda could react and give up resistance though, Liara was already straddling her, rubbing her inner thighs on her breasts. She grabbed her hair and ground her sex over her skin, her nipples. Miranda barely had time to take a few breaths, and she tried to tell her to stop, but she was cut short.
Liara wiggled up until she could press her azure slit against Miranda’s lips and rub herself over her mouth. It was all too fast, too eager, too aggressive. Liara was not the patient type. After a bit of moaning and grinding, she seemed to realize this was not ideal, and she stopped, looking down at her, pulling away her musky lap, still carrying traces of previous night’s activities on her skin.

“Ooh, we should take a shower first, don’t you think, hmmm?” she exclaimed, cheerful at the good idea. Miranda nodded desperately.

“Yes. Yes, please.” she managed to say weakly.

Liara’s face lit up, flashing the brightest smile on Miranda, and jumped off her.
Miranda ended up under the shower all right, kneeling on the floor and having to lick Liara’s pussy while she washed herself moaning, rubbing her tits , stroking Miranda’s wet hair. This was still preferable to last night, when, after Shepard came fucking Liara, the asari straddled her face and had her lick her dripping pussy clean of their juices. Miranda was gagging, while Liara and Shepard made out over her. The very horny asari massaged his cock hard again and guided it inside Miranda while they kissed and groped and moaned, while he almost absently fucked her.
To Liara’s credit, she did uncuff Miranda and after having her pleasure, she thoroughly washed her down. It was like a love letter, the asari maiden completely smitten with Miranda’s body, gasping and letting out deeply satisfied sighs as she ran her fingers along curves and clefts and dimples. Her eyes were full of lust, and Miranda felt very awkward as she stood under the rushing water and watched the blue hands rub soap into her skin and then wash it down with a wet cloth, planting kisses to every spot she cleaned.
She couldn’t help but get hot from the treatment. It was creepy and she felt that she is being used as an object, but still, it was just the right amount of gentleness. Miranda averted her gaze a few times from Liara, which the asari found cute, especially when she blushed.
Then it was over, before Miranda could get a little release. Liara didn’t even notice the slight disappointment on her face. True to treating her like a pet, the asari rubbed her dry with a towel even though Miranda tried to do it herself. When Liara scowled, she gave up and stood there, very uncomfortable.
But it was just starting. Liara produced a chain leash and attached it to her collar.

“Wh-what... why do you need that?” Miranda stammered. She hoped the level of degradation would stop before she was put on a leash. “You don’t need that, Liara...”
Liara just smiled at her, stroking her cheek, giggling. “Ssssh, pet. C’mon.” She started to tug her towards the door. This is insane, Miranda thought, and refused to move. The chain tensed, Liara jerking back with a surprised look. She tugged, but Miranda stood her ground, lips pressed thin.
“I’m not going out there naked,” she hissed. Liara’s expression immediately darkened and Miranda braced herself for some sort of retribution, but after a few seconds the asari relaxed, her attention already shifting. She put a hand to her lips and tilted her head.
“You’re right, pet” she cooed. “We should dress you up pretty!” she added cheerfully. She went through a couple of drawers, tugging Miranda with her around the room. She threw a pair of black, strapped heels to her, and dug up some fishnet garments. Miranda blinked in surprise.
“Are you serious?!”

Liara frowned. “Come on now, don’t make mommy mad!” She warned, stepping closer with a raised hand.

“Please... At least some top and a shorts...”

Liara slapped her across the cheek.

“Put them on” she hissed. “You’ll get better if you deserve it!” she added snarling.

Miranda bit her lip, controlling herself before she could retort and proceeded to pull them on with clenched teeth, and a deepening blush.
It was vulgar. Like the lowest prostitute on Omega. Fishnet thigh high stockings, a very short fishnet pants and a top. It covered absolutely nothing, but she felt the material on her skin, so if she didn’t look, she could pretend that it was a dress. With the heels on, she was paraded around the room while Liara surveyed the results. She was pleased.
She caught a glimpse of herself on the glass of the fish tank covering one wall, and she was a bit surprised. Although she did look like an Omega whore, she managed to make it look very hot on her. She didn’t have time to process the view, though, because Liara tugged her towards the door.
“Come, now. Let’s get you a nice little tattoo!” Liara purred, laughing delightedly at Miranda’s shocked expression.
“W-wait, what?” Miranda gasped, trying to slow down as Liara pulled her to the elevator. “Tattoo? Why?”

“Awww, so cute,” Liara tilted her head and stroke Miranda’s cheek. She didn’t answer the question, just pulled her into the arriving elevator. As Miranda suspected, the controls were keyed to personnel, so she couldn’t operate it.
“It’s gonna be pretty, you’ll see”, she chattered, running her fingers down her neck to her hip. Miranda wondered if it would make sense to reason with her.

“Liara, please. It’s not necessary. You have me”, she tried anyway.
Liara smiled, and looked into Miranda’s eyes. Her gaze was warm, eyes bright, and Miranda could see that the asari was not stupid, she just didn’t care about anything. When the elevator stopped and the doors slid open, Miranda shuddered. She didn’t want to be seen like this by anyone. The arriving elevator made everybody in the cargo bay look in their directions.
Miranda was suddenly very aware of her situation and blushed deep red, trying to hang her head and cover her torso with her hands.

“Come on, pet, here, here we go,” the asari purred, tugging her along. Fortunately there were only a couple of people in the Cargo bay. They looked up from their work and followed the scene curiously. An asari in hot pants and short leather vest dragging a pale, raven-haired human female on a leash. Some view!
They reached a couple of crates and workbenches near the shuttle, where a massively muscular, tattooed marine was doing pull-ups, shirtless. LIara walked up to him purposefully.

“Hey-y-y, Veg-ga” she cooed, biting her lower lip as she watched the muscles ripple on the man’s back.
“Hey Liara, what can I— oye” the marine stammered, when he turned his head towards them. He slowly lowered himself down on the floor and circled his arms to loosen them after the exercise, a thin layer of sweat shining on the skin. “What the hell, Blue...” he looked over Miranda in admiration. Miranda stared back at the man with a straight face, trying to show no signs of embarrassment. “What have you got?”
Liara giggled, pressing herself to Miranda’s side, running a hand up her torso to her face, and brushed her hair back.

“Shepard got me a pet,” she sighed proudly, shuffling Miranda’s hair, then grabbing a handful. “Yes. Cute, huh?”

“Definitely, girl”, nodded Vega, licking his lips, staring openly.

Still looking at Miranda’s face, fingers tracing her features, Liara continued. “Sooo I was thinking we want to get her a tat, you know?” Blue hand started to travel down to her chest, Vega’s gaze following the graceful moves of her fingers. “Like, you know, branding. With the ship’s logo. Rrright-”, her hand slid down between the valley of her breasts, down towards her navel, “-heeeere.” She poked just above the waistline of her panties. Miranda shivered at the final touch, and pressed her lips tight.
Vega tried to blink to stop himself from ogling. He managed, eventually, with a sigh. “I don’t know, Liara. I’m afraid my hands gonna tremble in five seconds if I get my hands on her--”
Miranda shot her an angry glance, but kept her mouth shut. She saw the marine stop for a second and then, recognition. Oh, great, here we go , Miranda thought.

“Hey, I know you! You- You’re that dyke from the Academy, right? Studied Intelligence, no?” He chuckled excitedly. “Oh, man!”
Liara still held her prize proudly, but at the last comments, she turned towards Vega. Miranda started to blush again.

“You know her?”

“Sure, everybody knew her at the Academy!” Vega replied, running his gaze over Miranda with a newfound interest. “All the guys wanted to get her in the sack, but she was not into guys, right?” he asked her.
There was a familiar laugh coming behind Miranda. She turned instantly. “Jacob!” she hissed.

“Oh, she used to be”, he walked up to her, giving a playful spank to Miranda’s ass. Liara pouted jealously and pulled her away from the man. He walked up to Miranda and looked her over. “You used to enjoy cock, didn’t you?”
Miranda smirked. “Yes, Jacob. But that one date with you turned me around”, she spat back.

Jacob snarled, and his hand went flying, slapping her on the face so hard, her head snapped to the side.

“Ooh, walked right into that one, Taylor”, Vega chuckled.
Liara was on Jacob in an instant, hissing like a cat and clawing for his face.

“Hey hey! Cut it out!” Vega shouted and pulled Liara off from Jacob. “Tranquilo, chicos!”

“Do that again, and I will flail you with my mind!” the asari hissed, pulling Miranda to her chest protectively.

Vega patted Taylor on the shoulder and pulled him away.

“Take it easy, little dick. Walk it off,” he said, making sure nobody was in any imminent danger.

“See you later, bitch,” Jacob snarled as he passed Miranda. She shot a hateful glance back at him.
“So” Vega turned his attention back to Liara. “If I do this, what do I get in return?” he tilted his head with a playful grin. “You know, so my hand won’t shake or anything.”

Liara leaned against Miranda’s cheek and smiled back, letting out a reluctant groan. She was still very protective. Vega spread his hands in a friendly gesture.

“C’mon, Liara, you gotta give me a little something”, he teased.
Liara’s hand ran up and down Miranda’s back a couple of times, pondering.

“Mkay”, she mumbled, handing him the leash. “But just a little.”

“Is she really a dyke, anyway?”

Miranda rolled her eyes slightly. She tried to ignore the question and not get into a chat about her sexuality. She just stared back a little bit angrier. Liara put her hand on Miranda’s shoulder, and started to push her down firmly onto her knees. She tried to resist, but the asari squeezed her neck, which made her yelp and bend her legs to get away from it, dropping roughly on her knees.

“Not any more”, Liara said meaningfully.
“That’s my girl”, Vega grinned, wrapping the chain around his fist, reaching for Miranda’s hair with the other. “Come back in an hour or so and you can have her back with the ink still drying.”

Liara giggled excitedly and reluctantly started backing away. “Behave!” she wiggled a finger at Vega.

“Don’t worry, cupcakes!” he winked at her.

Liara poked out her tongue at the marine and slowly backed away to the elevator. Jacob was just getting in, and he held the door for the asari. She shot him a killer glance, then the doors closed.
Vega looked down at the woman in front of her, and pulling her hair he turned her face towards him. Miranda was grimacing from the pain but her eyes were still fierce.

“Now, Blanca, I can make this quick and easy for you, unless you give me any trouble, got it?” Miranda didn’t answer, but she looked at him in understanding. It wasn’t good enough for Vega, though. He rolled his shoulder to make his muscles flex and gave her head a little shake. He looked really robust and menacing “You won’t give me any trouble, right? Right?”
“No”, Miranda whispered.

The marine nodded. “Good. Get to work, then.”

“H-here?”

Vega looked around. The cargo bay was an open space, and while his section was cozy and there were parts where they could have had some privacy, right now everybody could see them.

“What’s wrong with it?” he shrugged. “I don’t see any problem.”

“Please. At least some--”
He shook her again.

“Get to work, chica.”

Miranda hissed in pain and reluctantly lifted her hands to his pants and began to tug it down, along with his shorts. His cock spilled out, the musky odor from his workout reaching her nose, making her more anxious. She reached for his half-erect meat tentatively with one hand and wrapped her fingers around it. She felt him getting thicker already, before she even started to rub it off.

Vega moaned in pleasure, and Miranda blushed. The sound carried easily in the hangar and she could almost feel other gazes on them. Even though they were far enough to only suspect what was happening, it was still evident.
When his cock was hard enough, she held him at the base, opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and trying not to grimace too much she took him in her mouth, making him moan out louder. She felt very awkward, a bit sick, feeling her face burning. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand on her hair pulling her head forward, already starting to pump his dick slowly in and out.

“What are you looking at?!” he shouted across the hangar bay, making Miranda shudder. “Get back to your fucking business!” he snarled, waving his hand at the other crewmembers.
Vega made quick work on her, losing his calm pretty fast. The view of the raven-haired beauty was just too hot for him to handle. He grabbed her head with both hands and attacked her mouth by roughly shoving his cock in.
Miranda was trying to hold on desperately, gripping his cock with one hand and trying to push away with pressing her other hand against his hip. She was quickly losing air and choking, tears running from her eyes. She felt the hot cock fill her mouth, his taste salty, skin smooth and slick with her saliva. She felt dizzy from the intense movement.
She knew when he was ready because he started to tremble and put one hand under her chin to grab her jaw for the final few moves. She gagged, drool dripping out, then he held her down with a loud, long moan which made her blush with shame, and then she felt hotness spreading as he started to unload into her.
“Huhh, swallow, bitch... huhhh” growled the marine, and she tried. He held her down until he was finished with a last jerk, before releasing her head and letting her pull out. She gagged and gasped for air.

“Don’t drip it on the floor or you’ll lick it up”, he warned.

Miranda croaked, dropping down on her heels, trying to regain her composure. It was not easy, her face was wet with tears, and she felt exhausted from the intense ravaging.
Vega tugged at her chain and helped her stand up, checking to see if she was all right, eyes glinting.

“You are really not very good at this,” he remarked grinning, strangely enough without any mockery in his voice. Holding her cheeks in his palms, he nodded. “Pull my pants up.”

Miranda reached down and fumbled with his pants, catching her breath.
The marine let her head go and took her shoulders, gently guiding her to the workbench.

“Lay back”, he said quietly.

She did so, and lay there motionless, until Vega got the tattoo pen and the inks and set everything up neatly. He threw a towel on her lap, “to avoid distraction”, he said, then his t-shirt on her breasts “because those were too much in his field of vision.”
He narrated his moves to stop her from jumping or shivering and ruin the tattoo. She felt her panties waistline pulled down a little and he set to work on her skin. It felt odd. Even with the modern equipment she felt the pricks and the heat, but it was not her main source of discomfort. She knew she was genetically perfect, a gift and a curse from her father, and she quite got used to actually having perfect skin and body. This tattoo would not only ruin her spotless, firm, flat belly, but she couldn’t help thinking what Ashley would think if she saw this.
She closed her eyes in despair at the thought. It was the first time since her capture that she had time to think about the implications, and it was almost too much. Her mind couldn’t really grasp it yet, locking out thoughts about Ashley and her fate. Tears sprung into her eyes.
It also didn’t help that Vega was constantly chatting, telling her how they all drooled over the hot sophomore dyke at the freshman quarters, and how many imagined getting at least a blowjob from her. Then he went on about just starting his N7 training when Shepard recruited him to help nick the Normandy and go rogue. Of course she knew this all from the file they had on Shepard’s crew, but at least she got an insight into how it happened from their point of view.
Not that it did her any good, and it probably won’t matter now that she was a prisoner on board the ship, marked with the same insignia that mocked the Alliance logo. She became property, something that belonged to the ship just like the equipment. And it was just her second day.
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