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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 7

"Mmmm," Kelly reclined back on Shepard's couch, her head pointed at the ceiling, her eyes closed in bliss. "Shepard picked the right name for you, Whore. You could make a fortune eating pussy this well."

"Anything to please you, Kelly," Miranda tried her best to sound seductive, as she forced herself to return her tongue to her tormentor's dewy lips.

She hadn't ever dabbled in cunnilingus before, but Miranda was being forced to become a quick study. Her plan to befriend Shepard's favorite slave had come up empty. Kelly had been pleasant enough, but any attempts to engage her in conversation when Shepard wasn't around had just resulted in Kelly groping and molesting her.

So, Miranda had decided that giving Kelly what she wanted was the only option she had to try to escape. She forced a smile as Kelly rested a hand on her head and forced her face deeper into her crotch.

"Eat it, Whore," Kelly instructed her, cupping her breast and pinching at the nipple as she watched Miranda work. "Fuck, what a eager little whore tongue you have."

Whore, that was what she was now. A few days ago, Shepard had addressed her as "Miranda" and, when she responded, whipped her for a solid minute. "That's not your name here, Whore," she had said after Miranda's cries subsided. "You will not answer to 'Miranda' or 'Miss Lawson' while you're my slave. You're a dirty, pathetic whore, and if you believe or act otherwise, you will be punished."

So she played the whore. Putting on a show of moaning and wiggling whenever Shepard or Kelly put their fingers or other devices inside her. Bearing the whips and slaps of her captors and begging them for more. Resistance would gain her nothing at this point; she had to convince Shepard and Kelly she'd bought into this insanity if she had any hope of escaping.

As she worked on pleasing Kelly, she tried to ignore the loud buzzing sound behind her. Jack had been fastened into some sort of primitive device, that both restrained her and drove a dildo in and out of her pussy. If she looked behind her, Miranda would see Jack spread-eagled, a gag in her mouth as she was repeatedly driven to unwilling orgasm, her array of tattoos now joined by new marks of harsh red.

The worst part, though, was her eyes. Miranda almost wished Jack still had that anger she saw the first few days seething behind her gaze. But now, Jack's eyes were disturbingly blank. It was almost as if she had retreated into some private place in her mind, away from this madness and safe from harm. Considering Jack's past, Miranda wasn't surprised she had developed that sort of defense mechanism.

In fact, Miranda wished she had a place of her own to retreat to. Because part of her was starting to wonder how much longer she could fake enjoying all of this.

One of two things was bound to happen before the month was over: either her facade would break and she would have no hope of deceiving her way into escape... or even more disturbingly, she might reach a point where she wasn't faking anymore.

"No," Miranda thought to herself, even as Kelly began to signal her impending climax above her. "No, that's impossible. You're not a whore, you're Miranda fucking Lawson, and you won't let them beat you."

Behind her, she heard Jack crying out against her gag, as the dildo mechanically jackhammering into her sent her off into another climax.

Kelly smiled, watching as Miranda licked up her juices like water in the Sahara. "Very nice, Whore. You're getting a lot better at this."

"Thank you," Miranda said. "I just wish that..." she let herself trail off. "Never mind."

"No, what's on your mind?" Kelly asked, in a grotesque parody of her genial tone as ship's counselor.

Miranda bit her lower lip, giving Kelly a sheepish look. Shaking her hands, bound behind her back with handcuffs, she sighed. "I only wish I could touch you, Kelly. Feel my arms around your back, hold your face as I kiss you..."

"Crush your windpipe as I choke you to death," Miranda thought to herself.

"I don't know," Kelly said. "Mistress said I can't trust you to be unrestrained while I'm by myself."

Miranda gave her a sultry look. "Come on, Kelly. Why should Shep... Mistress get to have all the fun with me? When she's around, all you get to do is put me in position and watch Shepard punish me. Don't you want me all to yourself, just for a little while?"

"But Mistress will punish me," Kelly said, looking uncertain. Miranda smiled to herself. It wouldn't be long now.

"She'll punish both of us, Kelly," Miranda said with a suggestive tone. "And it'll be so much fun, won't it? We'll tell her together, right after we get done fucking on her bed."

Kelly looked conflicted, and Miranda leaned back on her ass, thrusting her chest out with a sigh. "Well, okay," she said, trying her best to sound disappointed. "I guess you don't really want me after all." She gave her chest a little shake, her tits bobbing with the motion.

"Okay, fine," Kelly said, grabbing a set of keys from the side-table. Miranda tried to remain calm as Kelly unlocked the cuffs. "But just for a little while, okay?"

"All the time I need to show you just how I feel about you," Miranda said, rising to her feet and pulling Kelly in tight, holding her lovingly in her arms. "Are you ready for the time of your life?"

Kelly let out a deep sigh, returning Miranda's embrace. "You're so amazing, Miranda," Kelly was saying. "Even before I was assigned to the Normandy, I always thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. So proud, so self-assured. And a body to die for."

"And you'll get your chance," Miranda thought, as she moved her hands up Kelly's back, ready to choke off any attempts of hers to trigger the collars.

"But you know something, Miranda?" Kelly said, the tone in her voice turning sour. "You're really not too smart."

There was a sharp pain in her thigh, and Miranda suddenly felt every muscle in her body go slack. She hit the ground on her red-streaked ass and cried out.

"Whore, suffer," Kelly said, and Miranda caught a glimpse of the electric prod in her hand before the pain hit and she closed her eyes in agony.

"Did you really think I was that stupid?" Kelly admonished her. "Not that I didn't like you eating my pussy the last few days, mind you. I'm almost disappointed you made your move this soon; I was hoping to string this out for a week at the least. But that's okay. I'm sure Mistress will give me more chances to enjoy your tongue soon. In the meantime, though, I think I'll leave you here for a little while to come up with a better plan than this. Enjoy yourself, Whore."

Miranda wept, the pain of the collar for once overwhelmed by the pain of realizing that she had no chance of escaping this.
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