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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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Day 2

She was fucking pathetic.

Jack had spent the entire night in agony. It felt like her arms were being torn off from being suspended in the air for hours on end. Not to mention her ankles: Shepard had adjusted the height of the chains until Jack was barely able to stand on her tiptoes. This allowed her to relieve the pain in her arms, but the stress of standing on the balls of her feet was soon too painful, and she allowed herself to hang, wrenching her arms anew.

And that didn't even take into account the giant piece of rubber shoved up her ass. She fought the urge to expel it; Kelly had whispered into her ear that if the butt plug was on the floor when Shepard woke up, she'd wind up with one twice the size to replace it, and Shepard would use duct tape to keep it inside this time.

What a fucking great plan Miranda had. Play along with the crazy woman, maybe it'll make things go easier. Easy for the cheerleader to say; Jack could still hear her stifling moans as the vibrator in her pussy stimulated her into repeated orgasms.

This was all her fucking fault, anyway. Such a sensitive little girl, getting all worked up over a few insults. Hell, Jack had promised the Cerberus bitch she'd kill her when she got the chance; Miranda should have been happy Jack had just hit her with a few spiteful words instead of a charged-up biotic blast that would have torn her pretty little head right off her shoulders.

But Miranda been just as much a bitch as ever, and her little display had landed both of them in the cabin of a woman with one hell of a fucked up secret life. Hard to admit now, but there'd been a time, seemed like ages ago, when Jack had found Shepard pretty fucking sexy. If she wasn't so busy dry-humping little miss Spacesuit over in the engine room, Jack might have shown her how much fun a pussy can be when you're able to take it out of the wrapper.

"Well, looks like you got your wish," Jack spitefully thought to herself. She tried out her feet and gasped at the pain, immediately returning to hanging. "You can have Shepard play with your pussy as much as you want, and all you have to do is do everything she says."

After she'd escaped from Cerberus, she'd made a promise that nobody was going to take control of her ever again. Her life was her own, and although there'd been times when her freedom had been stolen away from her, she always fought tooth and nail to gain it back.

And now, the cheerleader was telling her to let Shepard do what she wanted to her. Fuck that shit. She'd endured pain before. Maybe not for a whole month, but Jack had confidence she could withstand whatever Shepard could dish out.

"And what then?" asked that same damn annoying voice in her head. "What if she decides she need to keep punishing you for another month? Or a year? Nobody on this ship would miss you, would wonder about where you went. Hell, as soon as the cheerleader is free, she'll probably just run out and leave you to hang. You're fucked, Jack."

"No," Jack muttered around the ball gag in her mouth.

She felt a hand roughly slap her ass. "What was that, slut?" Shepard was awake, dressed back up in her sleazy little latex outfit, her fingers digging hard into the flesh of Jack's behind. Reaching around, she unstrapped the ballgag and removed it from Jack's mouth.

"I said fuck you, bitch," Jack said.

Next to her, Kelly was letting Miranda out of her bindings. No sooner were Miranda's arms removed from the manacles, then Kelly had her put her hands behind her back to be cuffed together again. Miranda seemed to barely notice, however, as she was now openly moaning, the vibrator inside her sending her over the edge yet again.

"I think our little whore's had enough fun for a while," Shepard said. "Take the vibrator out and go give her a nice cold shower to cool down."

Hooking a thin chain to a loop on the front of Miranda's pain collar, Kelly led Miranda by the neck into the bathroom. After a few minutes, Jack heard Miranda shriek as the cold water hit her, and allowed herself a smile. So much for obedience paying off.

Seeing the look on Jack's face, Shepard slapped her across the cheek. "Did I tell you that you could smile, slut? You don't do anything unless I tell you to, is that understood, slut?"

"Stop calling me that," Jack snarled. "My name is Jack. You have trouble remembering, I'll make sure to carve it into your chest after I rip your fucking tits off!"

Shepard slowly smiled. "You need to understand something, slut: you're not going to beat this. I know you think you're tough, you think you can withstand the pain. But you can't. You won't. Do you know why?" When Jack refused to answer, Shepard gave her face a tender stroke. "It's because deep down inside, you want to be a slave, don't you?"

Jack's eyes went wide with anger. "Bullshit!"

"Really?" Shepard said, her hands now drifting down to grab hold of Jack's small breasts, her thumbs rubbing back and forth against her areolae. The stimulation overcame Jack's disgust, and her nipples were soon rock-solid. "You look like you're enjoying yourself."

Jack sneered. "Yeah, I'm so fucking hot for you, Shepard. Why don't you let my hands free and I'll return the favor?"

"Soon enough," Shepard said. "Matter of fact, I'm going to make you a bet, slut. Before I leave this room, you're going to be eating my pussy. No... you're going to beg to be allowed to eat my pussy."

She didn't even dignify this with an answer. Shrugging, Shepard removed her hands from Jack's breasts. Reaching behind her on the bed, Shepard held up a small chain with two metal clamps attached. "For now, let's just make sure those hard slut nipples of yours don't go to waste, okay?"

Jack gritted her teeth as Shepard attached the clamps at the ends of the chains to her erect nipples. They pinched painfully enough, but then Shepard grabbed something else: a small weighted ball with a hook on the end.

"While the whore's getting cleaned up, let's play a little game," Shepard said. "See how many of these I can put on before you scream."

"You fucking..." Jack winced as Shepard dropped the first weight to hang on the chain. Her nipples were yanked painfully downward, but she gritted her teeth hard and didn't make a sound.

Shepard arched an eyebrow. "Off to a promising start," Shepard said, grabbing the ball hooked to the chain and tugging it downward slightly. Jack closed her eyes tightly, gripping her teeth tightly shut as the second weight dropped into place.

The pain in her arms and feet was like a splinter compared to this. Jack could feel agonized tears start to fall down her cheeks, but still she refused to cry out.

"All it takes is one word, slut, and this will go so much easier," Shepard said, juggling the third weight between her hands. "Just one word, and I'll show you pleasure like you never imagined."

Leaning close, Shepard stared Jack in the eye. "'Mistress.' Submit yourself to me, show me what an obedient little slut you are, and call me Mistress, and you will find that I am exceedingly generous to my slaves. Say the word, slut," Shepard held up the third weight and dropped it onto the chain. Jack let out a long pained grunt between her teeth. "You won't regret it, I promise."

"M..." Jack muttered, her nipples feeling like they were ready to be torn off. "M..."

"What's that?" Shepard said, leaning close to Jack's face.

"M...my name is Jack, bitch," Jack growled.

Sighing, Shepard dropped a fourth weight onto the chain, and Jack screamed. Shepard left the weights on for some time, Jack shaking and writhing in her chains, trying to throw the painful weight off. After a few endless minutes, Shepard grabbed the chain and yanked, and Jack cried out again as the clamps scraped against her tender nipples before snapping away.

Jack could feel her vision clouding, but forced herself to remain conscious. She wouldn't give Shepard the satisfaction of passing out. No matter what, this woman would not break her.

Kelly returned from the bathroom with a shivering Miranda being led by her leash behind her. The woman was covered in goose-pimples, her dark hair damp from the chilling shower. Bringing her into position, Kelly shoved her down to her knees, attaching a leg-spreader to her ankles as soon as she was kneeling on the floor.

Shepard moved away from Jack and sat down on the foot of her bed. While she spread her legs to reveal her shaven snatch, Kelly unfastened Jack from the ceiling and locked her into restraints identical to Miranda's.

The two of them were back where they started: on their knees in front of Shepard. The latex-clad dominatrix they had once called Commander smiled lewdly as she rubbed her latex-clad fingers against her swollen pussy lips. "So, I need to be getting to my less-interesting duties soon," she said. "And we've still got so much more time together, I'd hate to waste all my ideas for you in just a few days. But I wanted to tell you about one more function of the collars you're wearing."

Turning to Jack, she said, "Slut, suffer."

Jack's sore nipples were entirely forgotten as the collar sprang to life, stimulating all of her pain receptors at once. She fell forward onto her face, feeling the metal floor pound into her cheek but not caring, the small injury nothing compared to the agony filling her now.

"Slut, turn off."

And just as soon as it was there, it was gone. Kelly grabbed Jack by her aching shoulders and yanked her torso back upright. Jack gasped for air, the aftershocks of the pain only slowly starting to fade.

"Whore, suffer," Shepard said, and Jack was quick to turn to see Miranda start to cry out and writhe in misery. At least something good came out of all this.

"Whore, turn off," and Miranda's cries faded into whimpers. Shepard continued to play with herself as she spoke. "Now, here's my plan for the day. When I leave this room, one of you is still going to have their collar on. And it'll stay on until I find the spare time to come back up here and turn it off. But as I'm sure you know, the Commander of the Normandy has a lot of things to juggle, so that could take a very long time."

Jack shivered at the thought. A few seconds with the collar turned on was absolute misery. To be tortured that way for hours? She'd told herself this morning that she could resist anything that Shepard threw at her. But suddenly, she didn't feel so confident.

"Slut," Shepard said, and Jack tensed as she feared the next word out of Shepard's mouth would be the trigger to her collar. Instead, Shepard casually asked, "The whore kneeling on the floor next to you... is she your friend?"

"Fuck no," Jack answered automatically.

"Do you want to have sex with her?"

Jack spat. "I'd rather fuck a disease-ridden varren. Or you. Same difference."

Shepard clucked her tongue. "Kelly, if you would."

Walking up behind Jack, Kelly reached down over Jack's shoulders and grabbed her nipples, yanking hard. Jack cried out in pain, the already-tender nubs screaming with fresh punishment.

"Give me straight answers from now on, slut," Shepard said coldly, "Or the decision of who gets to have their collar left on will already be made. So, you hate the whore, then?"

Fresh tears welling up in her eyes, Jack nodded her head as hard as she could. Kelly released her nipples and she left out a pained sob.

"Whore," Shepard turned her attention to Miranda. "You hate the bald slut kneeling next to you, don't you?"

"Yes," Miranda said, her voice devoid of emotion. Jack wished she had her hands free to punch the little bitch. She couldn't help but wonder if Miranda was still playing the part, or if Shepard had already turned her into an obedient little slave. God knows the little bitch had been willing to trail after Shepard like a puppy dog even before this. The cheerleader probably couldn't wait for Shepard to give her another spanking.

"So, neither of you like each other," Shepard stated the obvious like it was a grand revelation. "Well, we're going to work on that in the days to come. But for now, it should give you the proper motivation. Because, you see, you two get to decide which one of you will get to feel the pain of the collar, and which one will not."

Shepard removed her hand from her snatch and held it up in the air. Dutifully, Kelly came over and licked Shepard's juices off the gleaming latex.

"Because one of you," Shepard said, "is going to have their collar turned on. And the other one... will be the one who comes over here and puts their tongue in my cunt."

Shepard let this hang in the air for a while, looking between the two women on the floor, still shaking a little from the pain that had been inflicted on them.

"Just think, the person next to you will be spending hours in utter misery, experiencing pain like they've never gone through in their life. And all you have to do to make them feel that suffering is to come over here and lick me until I cum." Shepard began rubbing herself again, an evil grin on her face. "So, which one of you wants to volunteer?"

"No," Jack thought to herself. "I won't, I won't. If I let her win here, it'll only be the beginning. But that collar hurts so fucking much." Looking over, Jack could see a similarly-conflicted expression on Miranda's face. Neither of them wanted to be the one to surrender, but neither of them wanted to spend endless hours in the purest state of pain ever known to man.

Nobody spoke for several minutes, the only sound the wet squish of Shepard's fingers between her folds. A frown on her face, Shepard finally said, "Maybe you two need a reminder of what's at stake here. Suffer."

Every time, she thought she would be prepared for how much it would hurt, and every time she was wrong. Maybe it was a minute until Shepard finally said "Shut off," maybe longer. Time lost all meaning in the throes of such pure agony.

Once the collars blinked off, Jack found herself staring at Shepard's fingers, rubbing gently against her clit. Lazy circles, around and around, slipping a finger inside only to pull it out. Thick, wet pussy lips, just waiting for a tongue.

"Would it really be so bad?" that voice inside her head again. "You'd wanted to fuck her before, anyway, right? And it would just be today. It's not like you aren't still you just because you ate a little snatch, right? And besides... won't it be great to see Miranda flop around like a fish out of water while that collar does its work?"

She would keep resisting, she told herself. Just this once, though... it just hurt so much, having that collar on. To spend hours with it activated... she'd do just about anything right now to avoid it.

Moving forward on her knees, Jack found herself kneeling in front of Shepard. As she leaned down, her tongue extended, she felt a cold hand rest on her scalp, holding her mouth an inch away from Shepard's moist pussy.

"Do you want it, slut?"

"My name is Jack" was what Jack thought.

"Yes" was what she said.

Shepard smiled and said, "Beg me to let you."

"May I... may I please eat your pussy?"

"May I please eat your pussy... what?"

"M..." Jack looked up with wide eyes at Shepard. "May I please eat your pussy, Mistress?"

Shepard nodded. "You may." She released Jack's head, and Jack wasted no time getting to work. While she darted her tongue against Shepard's clit, she could hear Miranda crying out behind her, only to have her screams muffled. Kelly must have been putting the ball-gag back in her mouth, Jack assumed. A small comfort at least; it would have been almost as much torture to have Miranda screaming the whole time while Shepard was gone.

After a while, Jack heard Shepard gasping quickly, and her juices leaked out against Jack's busy tongue. As Jack pulled her head out from between Shepard's legs, she felt Kelly behind her, unlocking the manacles around her wrists.

Standing up and walking around to the other side of the room, Shepard put her uniform on over the latex straps crisscrossing her body. "You did well, slut. To reward you, I will allow you use of my bed while I'm gone. I'm sure you're tired after last night's exertions. Have a nice rest. When you wake up, we'll continue your training."

Kelly unfastened the leg spreader around Jack's ankles; all of the restraints had now been removed, except for the collar that was keeping Jack for making any move against Shepard.

"Oh, nearly forgot," Shepard said. "Whore, suffer."

Miranda screamed around the ball gag as the light on her collar flared to life. Shepard watched her writhe for a few seconds before nodding in approval. "Kelly, would you remind me in about two hours to come up and switch the whore's collar off?"

Kelly grinned mischievously. "Of course, Mistress."

Jack remembered the words Kelly had whispered to Miranda yesterday: "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."

Jack wondered if Kelly would "forget" to deliver this reminder to Shepard as well.

After Shepard and Kelly were both dressed, they left Miranda and Jack alone. Jack sat and watched Miranda writhe in pain for a while, but somehow it didn't bring her the pleasure she had thought it would.

Try as she might, she couldn't forget the price she'd paid for this.

Turning away, Jack lied down in Shepard's bed and pulled the covers over her naked body, trying to sleep.

But as tired as she felt, she couldn't block out the sound of Miranda's muffled screams. And the sound of her own voice in her mind, begging her captor to let her service her like a fucking... a fucking...

"Like a slut," Jack muttered to herself, and it was only then that she remembered the oversized butt-plug that had been thrust inside her all this time. She started to reach for it, but her hand froze, and finally moved away.

She couldn't allow herself that release. Not after what she had done.

She was fucking pathetic.

And she deserved this.
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