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Praise Jack	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 21471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jack was so lost in memory, she almost didn't notice when the lift doors slid quietly open. She stepped out onto Deck 2.

While she had shaped most of the Normandy's levels to her own whims, Jack had mostly left the CIC intact. It made for a good place to monitor all the pathetic attempts of the last pockets of resistance to defeat her. Although really, with her power she could have stopped any thoughts of fighting her before they even started, but there was something sort of funny about it all. Like watching a colony of ants trying to take down a rhinoceros.

The one thing that did change, however, was the population level of this deck. The Normandy no longer flew through space thanks to a mass effect drive core and a skilled team of pilots and navigators, but simply because Jack willed it to. As a result, most of the crew were pointless, and spent most of their time down on Deck 3. She tended to keep a few wandering around up here, however, mostly just to offer her praise as she made her way through the ship. Fuck it, even a god needs an ego boost every once in a while.

One of those lucky individuals passed her as she walked down the hall. "Praise Jack," said Joker, walking without the assistance of any sort of cane or leg brace.

When Jack had taken control of the universe, she had divided everyone into two groups: People she had hated, and people who had left her the fuck alone. Joker had fallen into that "fortunate" latter group, and as a reward, Jack had given him a fully working body.

Not that he seemed to appreciate it much. Mostly because it wasn't actually his body.

"Praise Jack," Dr. Chakwas dejectedly intoned, her head sharing neck-space with Joker's just to the left. Jack didn't know why she was so upset. She'd always wanted to give Joker the ability to walk on his own. Now she had the chance. Oh, well, some people just didn't appreciate what a kind and generous Goddess she really was.

As Jack walked past the two-headed worshipper and into the CIC, EDI's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Praise Jack, fo' sho. Yo' requested offerin's fum all races gots arrived on schedule. All life praises and wo'ships ya' as dey rightfully should. Slap mah fro!"

Jack gave a weak smile. While EDI had resisted letting her take command of the Normandy at first, like most everyone else she eventually fell in line. But as punishment for her initial resistance, Jack had found an ancient piece of software the archives referred to as a "jive filter" and willed it to be installed over EDI's normal voice files. Made her boring proclamations a little more bearable.

"Excellent," Jack said as she stood up at the galaxy map. "Open a channel to the Citadel Council, I have a few things I need to discuss with them."

"Openin' some channel fo' ya' now, oh Supreme Bitch Goddess, sho' 'nuff," EDI drawled. In front of Jack, a holographic screen displayed the four members of the Council, the three aliens and Anderson.

"Praise Jack," all four of them said in unison, their demeanors grave and their expressions defeated.

Jack adjusted her sheer robes and grinned at them. "And a good morning to you, formerly most powerful people in the galaxy. Had a little something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Your tithes did arrive safely, I assume?" asked the asari councilor.

"Yes, yes, all of that shit's going fine," Jack said. She left a pregnant pause before saying, "So, what's going on in the Solveig system?"

The reaction of the councilors to her words almost broke through the recent boredom she was feeling. Almost.

"Nothing, of course," the salarian councilor stammered. "Nothing at all, I don't know what..."

"Drop it, she knows," Anderson intoned.

The turian councilor balled his talons into fists. "I told you it was a stupid idea. She's a damn goddess, it's not like she wouldn't know."

"We had to try," Anderson protested. "For Shepard's sake, at least."

The mention of Shepard's name made Jack's confident expression waver, but she quickly recovered. "I have to admit, your efforts were a little less pathetic than usual. You managed to gather every last pocket of resistance, every ship you could lay your hands on, and mass them into one gigantic fleet to try and attack the Normandy. In fact, seems you were about two minutes from officially launching the attack before I made this call. Would have been sort of impressive, seeing that fleet of 50,000 ships coming at me. Ain't going to happen now of course."

"Please," Anderson said, putting his hands together in a plaintive gesture. "They were only following our orders. Punish us, not them."

"What?" the turian councilor exclaimed. "I didn't agree to that."

"Oh, I had no intention to punish them," Jack said. "But then again, I do have to stop them from trying to throw their ships up against the Normandy. Not that they'd make a dent in it, but steering through battered wreckage is such a fucking pain. So..." Jack closed her eyes for a moment, concentrated, and opened them again. "Think you should be getting a call from somebody right about now." An electronic beeping sound was heard, and Jack nodded. "You have my permission to answer it."

Anderson pressed a nearby console. "Anderson here."

"Sir, it's Septimus. The attack plan has hit a snag. We...uh..."

"What does this button do?" said a voice in the background, followed by a small boom. "Oops, probably shouldn't have done that. Maybe this one will..."

"We... seem to have all forgotten how to fly a starship. We're probably going to need somebody to tow us back to dock."

Anderson winced and shut his eyes. Without responding, he closed the communications channel.

"Now, let's get back to the subject of punishment," Jack said. "Before we get to you infidels, though, there's somebody else who's going to need a little discipline. The one Anderson put in charge of this mission. Let's bring her here in person to answer for her heresy, shall we?"

Jack snapped her fingers, and in the blink of an eye, a woman in full combat armor was standing on the CIC deck.

"...idiots doing? Get this thing going so we can..." Ashley Williams was still in the middle of giving orders when Jack had warped her over. After blinking and recognizing her surroundings, Ashley turned to see Jack and snarled. "You!" she cried out, and rapidly drew her pistol and squeezed off a shot directly between Jack's eyes.

The bullet bounced harmlessly off Jack's skin and hit the floor of the CIC with a metallic clinking sound. Jack looked down at it and smiled. "Cute," Jack said, before looking back up at her new captive.

Grunting in frustration, Ashley threw the gun away and stared defiantly at Jack. "Kill me, torture me, do whatever you want," she proclaimed. "I'll never give in to you."

"Oh, what have they told you about me?" Jack said, her steps almost graceful as she walked down toward Ash. "That I'm a cruel beast, an evil monster? Honey, I think you'll find that I am a just and kind god, to those who serve me well,” Jack reached a hand up to stroke Ashley's cheek, and the determined marine jerked her head away.

"You're no god," Ashley said. "You're pathetic."

Jack turned slightly, putting a finger up to her chin as if considering this opinion. "So, you're one of those stubborn ones who still think there's another higher power out there ready to save them. Well, sweetness, I'm going to make you a little deal."

Taking one step back, Jack placed her hands upon her hips. "I'll give you one chance, to renounce your false god and worship the true deity that stands before you. Fall to your knees and proclaim yourself as my loyal worshipper. Do that, and you can leave this ship unharmed and unmolested. Don't let anyone say I was never merciful."

Ashley spat on the floor. "Piss on your mercy."

This only made Jack's smile widen. "I knew you were gonna say that. Guess I'm going to have to hand you over to the tender mercies of my executive officer." She pressed a button on a nearby control panel, and a door slid open behind Ashley.

"Praise Jack," said Kelly Chambers as she walked into the CIC. Like all remaining crew members, she was dressed in Jack's new "uniform" for her personal slaves: a black leather collar, thigh-high leather boots, and nothing else. It certainly wasn't her clothing, however, that caused Ash's eyes to go wide, her skin to go white, and an involuntary cry to rise out of her throat.

"Oooh, she's a cute one," Kelly said, reaching down to stroke at the Supreme Bitch Goddess's divine gift. With how much Kelly had flirted around with anything in sight before, Jack always used to think she had the sex drive of a dude. So, when Kelly had pledged herself to Jack's service, Jack had simply completed the equation.

Jutting out fourteen inches from Kelly's wide, feminine hips was a thick, veiny, throbbing cock. Kelly ran her hand up and down its length, her fingers not even able to completely wrap around its girth. It twitched in her grasp, clear pre-cum dripping from its head and splashing to the floor. Below it hung a pair of gigantic balls, hairless and swinging back and forth with every step Kelly took.

"Oh, it's gonna be okay," Kelly consoled Ashley as she stepped forward, pointing her massive rod at the terrified marine. "Trust me, it's going to be the best thing that ever happened to you."

Jack detected Ashley making a run for it and gestured casually with her hand. Ash was immediately frozen in place, her expression terrified. With a few quick twitches of her fingers, Jack forced Ashley's body onto its hands and knees, Ash struggling against Jack's power to no avail.

"I won't..." Ashley said through gritted teeth, "...Won't give you the pleasure of bowing to you willingly."

"Well, good, cuz you already done fucked up on that one," Jack deadpanned. "I offered you mercy, and you refused. Now, get a little taste of your true goddess's wrath."

And with one more gesture from Jack, Ashley's armor and clothing simply dissolved away into nothingness, leaving her well-muscled form bare naked. Kelly wasted no time falling down to her knees and aiming her divine gift at Ashley's unprotected slit.

"We're going to stoOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH!" Ashley screeched in pain as the gigantic cock forced her pussy wide-open. Kelly smiled gently as she slammed her hips again and again into the marine's backside. Jack watched Ashley being violated, shaking her head violently in denial, and wondered to herself how long the headstrong marine would last. Part of Jack's gift to Kelly was to have her new appendage coat itself with a sheen of powerful pheromones. By smell, by taste, or by the more direct approach currently being employed by Kelly, it didn't matter how it got into you. It might take a while, but eventually Ash's screams of pain would fade, replaced with cries of ecstasy.

Satisfied her orders were being carried out, Jack turned back to the Council, who had been watching the whole series of events in horror. "As for you four, I'm not going to be as fucking gentle with you as I was with this one."

"Very well," Anderson said, bowing his head. "Kill us if you must, but..."

"Kill?!?" Jack recoiled. "Councilor, I am appalled at the suggestion."

Anderson seemed confused. "But... you..."

"Let me give you a little trivia here, ladies and gents," Jack said. "Since I've taken control of this universe, there have been exactly 7 million, 482 thousand, 627 suicide attempts. There will be four more by the time I finish this sentence. And I am actively preventing each one from succeeding, even as we stand here talking."

Jack gestured back at the rutting Kelly and quietly sobbing Ashley. "Say my newest subject back there happened to be right, and there really was a god that created the universe. If I kill you people, or anyone else, I'd just be freeing you from my world and sending you to His. Fuck that shit. This is MY universe now, and all of you are MY worshippers, whether you want to be or not."

She gestured down at the galaxy map. "Every last living thing in this world is staying here, forever. You will not age, you will not die, and you will exist as long as I wish you to exist. Call it my heaven or call it your own hell, whatever it is, not a single fucking one of you will ever, EVER, escape it."

There was a long silence after that, punctuated only by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh behind her. After a few seconds, Jack could hear Ashley start grunting, but with no trace of pain in the sound.

"So, no, you don't get to die," Jack proclaimed. "Nothing so kind as that. Instead, I'm diverting course and bringing the Normandy to the Citadel. I think it's time you had all had a chat with my Mistress of Pain."

The councilors reacted in horror. "Not her," said the salarian councilor, his long fingers wringing together.

"You can take this comfort, at least," Jack said. "As you saw, I could have all of you on this ship and at her tender mercies with the snap of a finger. I'm at least giving you the time it takes for us to arrive at the Citadel to prepare yourselves however you see fit. Not that it will help."

"Please," the three alien councilors were jabbering and begging, "Don't do this. Show some mercy! We'll do anything you want!"

"Yes," Jack said, leaning in close. "I know you will. As you can see," she pointed behind her, "I have many methods of persuasion."

"Yes yes yes," Ashley had long since been freed from the stasis Jack had put her under, but was now driving her own hips back into Kelly's thrusts. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, never stop fucking me!"

Jack was about to disconnect the call when Anderson piped up, "Please, just answer one question."

Sighing, Jack gripped the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. "Dammit, you people and your constant whining are boring the piss out of me. Fine, what?"

"Where is Commander Shepard?"

The question struck Jack dumb. After a moment, she finally responded. "He's safe. That's all you need to know. I'll be arriving within the day, be prepared or be fucked. Well, it's actually gonna be both." She abruptly disconnected the call.

On the floor, Kelly's eyes were squeezed shut, and she bit at her lower lip. As Ashley screamed for more, Kelly let out a shout, and her cock jerked inside Ashley. Semen spewed into the marine's womb and filled it to bursting, the remnants leaking out of her gaping pussy and splattering across the floor. The effect of the cum in her, mixed with the pheromone, brought Ashley to a screaming climax, and she collapsed onto the floor with a satisfied smile.

"Nicely done, Miss Chambers," Jack said as Kelly withdrew her flaccid organ with a wet pop. "As always, your knack for connecting with others is well appreciated."

"Speaking of which, my Goddess," Kelly said, easily transitioning from a violent sexual assault to her warm and friendly demeanor, "Are you quite alright? If you pardon me for saying, you don't seem like yourself today."

Normally she might have punished someone for prying into her mind like this, but she'd always had a soft spot for Kelly, naive little slut that she was. Plus, she was right, after all.

"Kelly, are you..." Jack fumbled for the right question and then just simply asked the same one she'd posed to her male slaves. "Are you happy?"

"Of course, my Goddess," Kelly's grin of enthusiasm seemed genuine, and her cock was already returning to full erect status. "Everything is so simple now! I used to have deal with so many people coming in with their problems before, and have to come up with something to say to make it all better. Now, it's always the same solution! Feeling depressed? That's an ass-fucking. Tired of being on the Normandy and wanting a change of scenery? That's an ass-fucking. Getting sick of all the ass-fuckings? Oh, you better believe that's an ass-fucking!"

"Yeah, I don't know what it is today," Jack said, sighing. "It just all feels different somehow. Like... the fun's all gone, you know?"

Kelly nodded in understanding. "You know, Goddess, I've think I've got an idea that will totally turn that frown upside down, and take all the cold pricklies and turn them into warm fuzzies."

Jack stared at Kelly. "Is it an ass-fucking?"

"Mmmmmmmaybe," Kelly answered.

"Maybe another time. Right now I..." Jack's impromptu therapy was interrupted by arms suddenly clinging to her leg.

"Please," said the revived Ashley. "Please tell her to fuck me again! I need it so bad, please!"

Jack crossed her arms and stared down at the pleading woman. "I could do that. But first you have to answer a question for me."

"Anything, anything at all!" Ashley cried out. "Please please please..."

"Who is your god? The one true god, the only one who ever existed?"

She answered without hesitation. "You are, Jack! Praise be to you, oh Supreme Bitch Goddess. I worship in your temple! I kneel at your altar! Now please!"

"Well, we don't really have a temple or an altar per se," Jack said, reaching down to part the bottom half of her robe and expose her crotch. "But I do have a place where you can prove your faith by doing a little kneeling and worshipping."

And with that, Ashley Williams converted to a new religion, and began practicing with a fervent zeal.
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