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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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Liara took her around the CiC under the disapproving look of Shepard, almost as if she dared him to do something about it. She even took Miranda to the cockpit, with a predictable outcome.

“Oh boy Miranda Lawson I’m such a big fan and on behalf of the whole freshman pilot’s class at the Academy I have to say we all wanked off imagining you naked and giving head man I can’t hardly wait to blow my load over those gorgeous tits...” Joker rambled, seemingly without taking a breath, staring her up and down and openly groping his crotch. It was too low even for Liara, and she finally dragged her back to Shepard’s quarters.
Liara stopped her at the foot of the bed and walked around her. She placed a palm on her flat stomach, stroking her tattoo with a dreamy expression. Miranda was trying to figure out what was she up to, standing quietly, tense and frustrated.
She slowly focused, her gaze traveling up Miranda’s body, hand lazily following. In the end, she was looking into her eyes, and her warm, blue hands were cupping her neck on both sides, just over the collar. Biotics flared, and the collar immediately started to buzz, warming up and sending a numbing sensation along Miranda’s spine, as it was trying to counteract the asari’s biotics. Miranda tried to gasp in surprise, but found she couldn’t make a sound. It wasn’t painful, just unexpected, like an electrical current that made her limbs freeze up. There was also a slight migraine building in the back of her head.
“Fun is over, kitten,” she said in a low, menacing voice, piercing gaze staring into Miranda’s eyes. “Now we’ll start working. Because, frankly, your attitude needs a little... adjustment.”

The asari started strolling around her as she spoke, her hands never leaving her neck, stroking her skin, energy buzzing around Miranda’s spine. The headache was getting stronger as the asari kept up the biotic field around her neck.
“I did my homework, you know. I’m great at research. I mean, REALLY great.” She stood behind Miranda, slid one hand down her chest and torso to her abdomen, and hugged her to herself, pressing her cheek against her nape.
“Sssoo, while I would like to have ALL the fun in the WORLD with you naked in bed, I will have to teach you to behave first.” She sighed, sounding almost annoyed, like doing a chore, but her snaking moves spoke about anticipation. “Work first, and then, fun later. That is, if you are a good little pet.” She dug a hand into Miranda’s panties, and her biotic flared up from the excitement as she ran her blue fingers along her thin patch of fur towards her cleft. Miranda groaned, the jolt from the biotic dampener making her knees weak.
“Shepard told me, I can’t use my biotics on you, ‘cause that would be cheating. He said you won’t mean it if you think your mind is tricked. Which is a shame, because I could do CRAZY stuff to you with my biotics.” She sounded very proud. “Kaidan showed me some tricks, you know.”
She started rubbing Miranda’s lap, pushing the panties down, almost absently.

“So, I’m left with the physical, and that’s a shame, because the rewards I could give to you with my biotics...” she shuddered in pleasure. She started to pull Miranda’s top off. “Ah well. I can still work with that.”
She finally let go of Miranda’s neck, and strolled to a locker in the wall. Miranda staggered, catching her breath, feeling dizzy from the collar’s effect. Her temples started to throb.

“Undress. Leave the stockings on,” Liara barked as she dug into a drawer. Miranda was still trying to comply when she turned back, holding a leather flail in one hand.
Miranda groaned quietly, trying not to roll her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Liara caught her expression and looked at the flail with a sigh.

“Yeah, it’s old school, I know.” She grinned. “But if I can’t use biotics–” she swished it in the air as she stepped up to her, “ –we could at least do this in style.”
“On your knees!” snap! The flail struck her back, making Miranda hiss and cringe, pulling away. It was sharp, but the stinging sensation lasted longer, which was even more uncomfortable. She tried not to cry out snap! “Now!” She dropped to her knees, furrowing her brow, trying to will the pain away. “Hands behind your head!” snap! “Tits out!” snap!
Liara emphasized every command with a strike, regardless of how fast or good Miranda tried to comply. She could feel the skin on her back heating up from all the strikes, but as Liara helpfully explained, it won’t leave welts or lasting marks. But it stung like hell, all over her skin.
“Kneel up!” snap! “Hands down!” snap! “Behind your back!” snap!

The orders came in rapid succession, putting Miranda through more and more humiliating poses. She was not giving in easy, though, testing the asari’s patience as well as her own limits, trying to guess how long can she take it. She pressed her lips thin and there was a constant frown on her face.
“Hands and knees!” snap! “Down on elbows!” snap! “Ass up!”

She started flinching when the strikes showered on her ass, the stinging and the heat from her skin making it harder to stay in one pose for more than a second. She wanted to squirm, but squirms were also punished.
“Knees apart!” snap! “Hands forward! snap! “Tits to the floor!” The asari’s voice managed to remain pleasant and musical even as she was barking orders. There was no malice -yet- in her words. She was just testing her. Miranda started to clench her jaw and bare her teeth when the strikes started to hit the back of her thighs. She wouldn’t have though that it could hurt that much, there. Sometimes, the leather straps licked across he folds when they were exposed enough, and that made her whimper.
“On your belly!” snap! “Spread those legs!” snap! Liara’s voice was getting heavier. She was working herself up, letting out small gasps of arousal when she struck down. Miranda felt her skin burning all over her back and her ass. She imagined they were getting redder, and felt more sensitive. “On your back!” snap!
She dreaded this part. She didn’t want to expose her chest and lap to her beating, tried to avoid it as long as possible. She got a couple of hard strokes on her ass, making her jolt. “On your back!” snap!
She reluctantly turned, and realized it was even worse with the whipped skin now pressing into the floor. She felt it colder, but it did not help.

“Knees Up!” snap! Liara was attacking her belly with the flail. She flinched, trying to stay quiet. “Spread them!” snap! “Grab your ankles!” snap!
Oh no, she knew what was coming. She hesitated, getting an other strike on her thighs, letting out a small whimper, reaching to grab her ankles. Here we go...

“Push your pussy up!” snap! Miranda jerked and pushed her hip in the air, arching her body up. Her curves tightened up, making her limbs leaner, her waist thinner, breasts rolling into more perfect globes. Even Liara stopped to admire the view, catching her breath, all hot and bothered from the workout. She was already topless, her eyes roaming Miranda’s body.
“And now for being a bitch today,” Liara smirked, biting her lower lip. “It was hot, though. But wrong.” she purred.

Miranda felt her heart starting to beat faster, fear creeping up her spine. “Don’t—” she whispered, looking at the asari.

“Stay put.” And then snap! Right between her legs, the many little straps of leather showering her smooth mound and inner thighs. It felt like a bite as she screamed, collapsing and balling up on her side as she tried to choke down her sobs.
Liara looked down, rolling Miranda on her back with her foot and watched her, head tilted, eyes staring hungrily between her smooth thighs, her pale mound and thin strap of pubic hair, the tattoo above it, her skin pink from the lashes.
“Poor kitten. I haven’t even started.” Liara purred, smacking her lips, looking at her face.

Miranda turned her head towards her, frowning, trying not to show the hatred in her eyes. “You have no idea,” the asari replied with a soft voice to a question she thought those eyes asked.
Miranda didn’t reply, just pressed her lips together and stared at Liara, slightly shivering. She was biting back the insults she wanted to hurl at the asari. Liara held her gaze for long seconds, before flashing her a warm smile. She stood up.

“Kneel up. Knees apart. Hands behind your back.” This time there were no lashes and Miranda clumsily obeyed, shooting her a dark glance, trying to regain her composure.
Liara didn’t wait until Miranda was ready, and lashed across her breasts eagerly, making her flesh quiver. She cried out again and crouched forward clasping her hand across her chest. Liara was not pleased, shaking his head. She poked her with the tip of the flail.

“Back up! Hands!” she ordered until she was kneeling again, hands behind her back. “We will do this until you can keep still.”
It took them five more tries to get it right. By that time, her breasts and abdomen was dark pink, patterned with faint criss-crossing lines from the lashes, and Miranda knelt shivering from the pain, eyes shut tightly, exhausted. Liara let out a satisfied sigh and stood in front of her, lifting her chin with the tip of the flail.

“We’re done with the lesson for today, pet. Now get me out of these pants,” she said in a friendlier tone. Miranda complied reluctantly, tugging her shorts and panties down clumsily. Liara was in a forgiving mood, stroking her hair as she stepped out of the garments and stood naked in front of her face.
“Would you like to lick some pussy now?” Liara asked, forcing her face up to look into her eyes. When Miranda was still not eager to reply, the asari gave her chin a nudge with the tip of the flail and let out a playful growl.

“Y-yes” Miranda whispered.

“Loud and clear, kitten!” Liara warned her.

“Yes-” Miranda swallowed. “I want to lick some pussy.”
When Shepard walked in some time later, he saw Miranda kneeling at the foot of the bed, her shoulders on the mattress, body arched back and Liara straddling her head, grinding her hip. The sight was gorgeous: the firm, blue globes of Liara’s tight ass rocking over Miranda’s bouncing breasts, her body taut, fading pink marks of the flailings drawing patterns on her pale skin, knees spread, the tattoo prominent on her flawless body.
The asari maiden was moaning excitedly, working herself up into ecstasy, oblivious to the discomfort she was causing to Miranda. Shepard grinned and walked up to the view, standing over Miranda and reaching around to grope Liara’s breast.

“I see you’re having fun, doll!”

“Goddess, yes!” The asari breathed, reaching back with one blue hand and snaking it around Shepard’s neck. “Come, join us!”
Miranda gasped for air as the pressure disappeared from her shoulder, Liara turning around on the bed. Before she could orient herself and focus at what was happening, she felt a half-erect cock pressed against her wet cheeks. She was trapped between two bodies, somebody’s hand grabbing her hair and nudging her to open her mouth, Liara’s lap grinding against the back of her head.
Shepard forced his cock between her lips, and started moving himself smoothly in and out. Judging by the rough tugging, it was Liara trying to bob her head up and down his shaft. Clothes were falling and there was some serious moaning and gasping above her as the asari and Shepard were making each other hot. Miranda felt Shepard’s cock hardening to full attention in her mouth. He tasted musky, salty, his hot cock slid in and out between her lips, getting slippery, her tongue rubbing along the underside, filling her, making her gag a little.
Miranda was getting dizzy, her head was throbbing with dull pain, her skin still very sensitive from Liara’s lesson. Finally she felt Shepard’s cock slipping out from her mouth and they climbed onto the bed, leaving Miranda kneeling on the floor. She closed her eyes and slowly slid down, curling up on the floor, teary-eyed and with his taste in her mouth, drifting off into an exhausted sleep while they were still going at it on the bed.
She woke up to being touched again. She fell asleep on the floor, at the foot of the bed and must have slept for hours, because it was a night cycle again. A hand was running up and down along the curve of her hip, warming up her skin. Shepard again, kneeling over her. He noticed she was awake, and hushed her quietly, brushing her hair from her face and stroking her chin. She tensed and stayed motionless.
His caress was actually soft, and not unpleasant. It would have been relaxing if not for the circumstances. Miranda swallowed, her mouth still faintly tasting of him, making her a bit queasy. The dull buzzing in the back of her head was not helping. She felt both of his hands on her hips. He took a good grip and started to flip her on her knees, ass up. When she tried to lift herself groggily to her hands, he put one hand on her shoulder and pushed her down.
Miranda bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, trying not to cry from the exhaustion. Cheek pressed to the floor, on her knees, ass up she waited, trying to relax a little. Hands rubbed in pleasant circles all over her ass. A gentle squeeze, and then cheeks pulled apart. Cooler air brushing over her sex. One hand on her ass, the other disappearing. The warm touch of his cock against her folds. She jerked at that, a small, desperate whimper escaping. She was so tired. She didn’t want this.
The tip rubbed up and down her folds, stroking her sensitive lips smoothly, parting them, poking deeper, collecting some moisture. The firm grip on her ass, giving her a little massage, thumb working closer and closer to her cleft. His cock sliding slowly, gently increasing the pressure each time it passed her soft entrance, taking its time.
And then the pressure, making her whimper again. His hand pulling at her buttcheek to spread her open, ease his way in. The head slipping in painfully slow, muscles working to accomodate, and then the one sudden moment when the whole tip was in. Shepard let out a quiet sigh, wiggling his hip to get into a better position, moving her as well. Miranda shuddered, the pressure forcing her to arch her back and ease the discomfort. Her body was reacting to the invasion, heating up and dampening, but her stomach felt tight and her mind wanted to pull away.
He worked himself deeper, taking his time until they became slippery enough and her walls less tight. Miranda tried to stay quiet. Finally he sunk half of his length into her which was enough for him to let his cock go and grab her hair with his right hand, gripping her hip with the left. As he slowly, leisurely fucked her he gradually leaned over her, closer and closer, breathing faster and stronger. His moves got harder, more demanding.
Liara was asleep on the bed, so he kept quiet, not hammering his lap against her ass, but he didn’t have to be so careful as last time. Miranda stared into the darkness, cheek pressed into the floor, blinking tears out of her eyes while she saw his shadow looming closer and closer above her. There was something predatory in his fluid moves, something wild, but he was not humping her. He was taking her. She was certainly not giving herself to him, she was the pinned down prey, but her body adapted. He felt warm and hard inside her, not unnatural, not painful, but not pleasant. Still, she was getting wet, and the heat reached her cheeks and she was gasping, too.
There were a few hard, rapid, rough jerks as he stabbed his cock deep inside her, then he froze, let out a shuddering sigh and released inside her, his hot juice spreading quickly and filling her up. He was leaning over her, putting his weight on her hip, his breath coming in hot waves. She shivered, closing her eyes, hoping it was over.
There was a quiet, wet pop as he pulled out, the pressure gone, but the memory of him remained in her flesh, suddenly feeling colder. He wiped his cock clean on her ass and let her fall back onto her side, his hot cum slowly trickling out. He threw her a blanket, and crawled back to bed. It was really over. She felt empty, the suddenness of his absence almost as painful as his invasion. She pulled the blanket over her body, curling into a ball and tried to sleep.
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Life settled into a pattern for Miranda, although there was very little system or logic in it. Liara continued her “training”, always very thorough, putting her through the same poses, and whipping Miranda regardless of her level of cooperation. And Miranda was not an eager student. She didn’t exactly fight back or disobeyed, but even at the cost of a few extra whippings, she made her feelings clear for Liara.
The asari was clever, though, coming up with new ways to increase her discomfort. She quickly discovered that Miranda had very sensitive breasts, which made extra punishment easier for her. She also made their sessions feel like fitness training, going through the paces, changing this and that, increasing the strength, the intensity, making Miranda sweat and shiver from exhaustion at the end. Liara also worked herself up frequently, undressing gradually and forcing Miranda to eat her out in different position and different places in the room after that. She especially enjoyed this when they were all sweaty and musky from the excercise.
Miranda tried to keep track of time between sessions, but they were random. First she thought that Liara was just that flimsy, but she was very thorough when she was handling her. She was just being unpredictable. Sometimes she switched to a riding crop, when she was angry, which left uglier marks that faded slower. And then there were ropes or cuffs to restrain her. Liara also changed around her wardrobe. The heels and the thigh-highs were a constant, but the rest was always changing.
She took her out into the canteen for lunch, but not every day. Sometimes before their playtime, dressed fairly decent in underwear or lingerie. One other time she dragged her out topless, in black silk panties. Or after playtime, with her skin all blushed and criscrossed with pink marks from the flailing.
Of course, Miranda was familiar with such tactics from her Academy training. This was a game of attrition, intended to wear a prisoner down. She never knew how much peace and rest she could have. She was already feeling the effects, exhaustion making it harder for her to concentrate, kept loosing track of time, and then the dull buzzing of the dampening collar making her slow sometimes or giving her headaches.
And then there was Shepard. They sometimes completely ignored her and had crazy sex, or used her as a lubricant, making her get them wet enough so she can be discarded while they had a romp. A few times Miranda was something to hold onto or rub against while Liara was being fucked by Shepard: grabbing Miranda’s thighs and moaning into her sex while Shepard fucked her; or lying on her back, Liara kneeling above her head and Shepard kneeling behind, pumping his cock into the asari inches from Miranda’s face. And then disgustingly unloading on her.
But the nights were a whole different matter. Not every night, but often enough, Shepard took her the same way: from behind, pinned, in silence. Like he was cheating on Liara, driven by the thrill of getting caught. He was never rough, but it was always about his pleasure. He was not trying to soften her up or charm her with his sexual innuendos. They were making Miranda blush with shame. Although she didn’t enjoy them, she learned to make it as much comfortable as possible, bending herself or pushing her hips out even in advance, to ease the process. She told herself it was just to ease the discomfort. It was getting easier as time passed.

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Ashley was going steadily crazy. She knew it was going to take time, many months, probably, until they could catch Shepard in any way, and she should get used to the fact, but her mind refused to be rational about it. She desperately missed Miranda. It was mostly the intimacy, of course, and concern for her fate, but she could be very observant and coldly calculating. Which was unnerving, but sometimes it was very hot. Okay, it was mostly about the intimacy, but everybody knew that Miranda was a very good operative on her own rights, and she made her own career.
Ashley, however, was going the Williams family way: almost reaching the top and then falling flat and buried by their failure. She locked herself into their flat for two days after the incident, reporting to Anderson only after she pulled herself together.
The investigation was quick and painless. Anderson arranged her to be “reassigned” to Councilor Udina as an Alliance Military Operations Liaison on the Citadel. A desk job. From the outside it looked like the proper punishment. Except that Garrus never left her side and Anderson decided that he also needed to spend a few weeks on the citadel on official matters.
They were having quiet meetings, the three of them, to figure out what’s the next step should be. The only thing that was obvious is that they had almost zero budget for any covert op, and they couldn’t really use Alliance personnel. Ashley was getting desperate, and irritated. Udina was supposed to be bullying her with paperwork, but that cover was quickly broken down to Udina not talking to her and ignoring her. He also developed a strain in his shoulder.
Anderson tried to keep her focused, and Ashley appreciated it but that didn’t help much. Garrus was the calm center of her storm. As she was spinning out of control, he was keeping her in check, most of the time. It took only one week at the gym until no human male was willing to spar with her in the training ring. Apart from Garrus, only some amused turian C-Sec guys were up for the punches she could throw.
And then the comm beeped. There was an incoming call, very early in the day cycle, minutes after she walked into her tiny office. It was Shepard again. He was smiling, sitting calmly, while next to him on the right, a naked female torso was visible, discreetly framed just below her chest and above her waistline. Tight, flat belly, with a logo tattooed under the navel. The whole picture was framed like a news anchor’s desk. Ashley’s heart sank.
“Hello, Ash. Missed me?” Shepard purred. Ashley was frozen in place, mind going blank, meanwhile trying to retain some sort of composure. Shepard didn’t wait for an answer. “No, of course not. I totally get it.”

“What do you want now?” Ashley snarled, trying to look at Shepard only and not the quivering body next to him. She failed miserably.

“Just a courtesy call. To say I’m happy you keep your side of the agreement— so far.” He chuckled, turning to his right, and running a hand along the curvy hip, and then brushing over the tattoo.
“Is that all?! Or you decided to torture me some more. What else can you—” she bit off the rest of the sentence, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh. When she looked up, her eyes were focused on his face only. “Don’t play games. Take your victory and move on.”

Shepard nodded thoughtfully.
“Of course, of course. Moving on. Believe me!” he grinned. “I just called to establish that we both keep our promises. See? No harm done,” he indicated the body next to him. “Even got a sign of protection. Took her under my wings. Come here, dear,” he reached behind the body and pulled her down by her shoulders. Breasts flashed quickly across the screen and there was Miranda’s face. Still disheveled, hair in disarray, but no physical signs of abuse. But her eyes—
It made Ashley’s heart stop for a second. Miranda was looking away, avoiding the camera. Her stare was blank. She knew she was still there, her features still strong, and defiant enough. She still had her wits, but she didn’t want to look at her. At that moment, Ashley almost blurted out that she will promise anything if she got Miranda back. She would resign and settle down at a mining colony if she could get Miranda back. It almost slipped out.
“She is fine and healthy and she will stay this way unless YOU give me some other reason.” Shepard noticed something on Ashley’s face, which made him stop and ponder something. He continued in a less teasing voice. “I will even do you the courtesy of not calling and not sending you pictures— Or I could check in regularly with updates, if that’s what you want.”
Ashley looked at Miranda again, her thoughts racing in her head. She was grabbing the edge of the desk so strong her arms started to hurt.

“Congratulations, Shepard. You won. You got what you wanted.” Is that what he wanted to hear? But Shepard shook his head, flashing her a sad smile.

“No, I didn’t.” He stared directly at Ashley, trying to catch her gaze, while she was watching Miranda with a tormented look. When she finally turned her gaze towards him and their eyes met, Shepard finished. “But I take what I can get.”
The screen went dark. Ashley sat there and stared into space for a long, long time. She was very close to breaking down in front of Shepard and beg him to let Miranda go. Or take her instead. She was very very close.
After what seemed like hours, she finally moved, and slowly dialed Anderson’s number, camera turned off.

“What is it, Williams?”

“I need an N7 operative.”

There was a long silence at the other end of the line.

“I’ll meet you in three ours,” Anderson replied and cut the line.
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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus