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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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After using the Siphon, Jack was now the most powerful being in the universe. There was nothing that could hope to even scratch her, and no force in the universe that could rival her.

And yet... even she was a little scared of Deck 4.

Her current Mistress of Pain had been one of the first to give up the fight and pledge herself to the Supreme Bitch Goddess. It wasn't surprising, really. She'd always been smart, as long as Jack knew her, and she knew that there was no point in fighting once she saw a few demonstrations of Jack's new powers.

And she'd been a pleasant enough person when Jack had known her, engaging with her only when necessary and always remaining nice. Jack never got from her the looks of quiet judgment that others tended to shoot in her direction. That is, Jack was pretty sure she didn't. Hard to tell sometimes.

But regardless, Jack had wanted to reward one of her first followers properly, and so had delved deep into her mind. In there she found thick walls holding back hidden desires. Things so shameful that she had banished them deep into the furthest fabric of her thoughts and sealed them away forever, or so she thought.

And Jack, being the kind person she was, just simply tore all the walls down. Which ended up unleashing something unlike she ever expected.

Jack stepped out onto Deck 4 and immediately heard the screams. Like Deck 3, the layout of this level of the ship had been warped by Jack's powers into something that could never logically fit inside the shell of the Normandy. And yet here it was. She stood in front of a stained stone wall, with a single heavy wooden door set in its center.

And as the elevator doors closed behind her, the wooden door opened, and out she came.

Tali'Zorah vas Normandy, Mistress of Pain.

Jack never quite understood why she still wore the mask. She probably could have probed Tali's mind to find out why, but after the mess she left in there the last time, Jack wasn't really sure she wanted to pay another visit. Her best guess, though, was that it made her more frightening to her victims. She wasn't somebody they could reason with, somebody to whom they could appeal to her basic human... well, quarian nature. She was a faceless tormentor, not a person but a force of nature designed to deliver as much agony as possible.

The rest of Tali's suit, however, had long been removed from her body. Jack could reduce mountains to rubble with a thought; a little thing like fixing an immune deficiency was like falling off a log. In its place, Tali now wore a pair of long black latex gloves, matching lace-up boots, and a studded corset that left her bare breasts exposed. What a quarian, of all races, would need with a corset, Jack couldn't fathom.

Not that Tali's old outfit had been discarded, however. After several modifications to fit the human form, it was now fastened and locked around the woman that trailed behind Tali, the leash fastened to her neck yanked tight as they walked. Gabby Daniels stared at the floor, her brow furrowed, her arms securely tied behind her back.

Making a sound too low for any human ears to detect, the suit that had been locked onto Gabby buzzed away. Tali had modified the software to detect Gabby's relative arousal levels and adjust as necessary, to keep her constantly on the edge of orgasm without being able to achieve release. Even now, she was staring between Jack and Tali with a desperate look, not begging to be freed, but to be allowed by one of her mistresses to cum.

In a vacuum, Jack might have heard something like that and thought whoever did it was a pretty sick bitch. But compared to the horrors that awaited on the other side of the door, Tali's treatment of her favorite slave was downright fucking philanthropic.

"Praise Jack," Tali said as she brought Gabby to a halt. It still scared Jack a little to hear that voice, once so genuinely bright and cheerful, now displaying nothing but a sadistic delight with her current situation. "Here to have a look at your prisoners?"

"Should be a fun afternoon," Jack said, without much enthusiasm. This was starting to feel even less like boredom now. Over the past few years, she had reveled in coming here, seeing her enemies experience tortures that would last an eternity. But she was suddenly feeling a knot in her stomach. She wanted to go back into the lift, but there was no turning back now.

"Maybe going in there will do the trick," she thought to herself. "Make you remember when you loved this shit, and you weren't going soft like when you were with Shepard." The name again, she forced herself to drive him from her mind. Why did it all keep coming back to him?

While Jack had stood and considered, Tali was amusing herself. "Slave!" she barked out, yanking Gabby's leash to pull her down to her knees. With a latex-clad finger, she pointed toward her bare slit. "Eat!"

"Yes, Mistress," Gabby said, and Tali slapped her across the face.

"Did I fucking say you could talk?" Tali snapped, and gripped the back of Gabby's head to shove it into her crotch. "You better make me fucking cum in the next ten minutes, or I'll give your little bosh'tet ass to the krogans. You wouldn't like that, would you?" She pulled a riding crop off a hook on her corset and struck Gabby across the back. Even though the thick quarian environmental suit, Gabby flinched. "I said, would you? Fucking answer me when I ask you a question!"

"No, mistress," Gabby said, and returned to work. While Tali berated and mocked her, the former engineer put all of her effort into pleasing her mistress. It only took seven minutes before Tali let out a long, low moan, and her juices leaked out onto Gabby's face.

"An adequate effort," Tali said, breathing heavily. "Every so often you remind me why I gave you the gift of being my personal slave. I think you deserve a special reward today." Reaching her arm up and activating her omni-tool, Tali accessed the remote functions of the nerve stimulation program. Jack watched as Tali moved a slider to its maximum setting and pressed a confirm button.

The reaction was immediate. Gabby looked like she'd been hit with an electric shock as she fell to the floor. At the highest level, the program was forcing her through multiple orgasms, one right after the other with a span of less than a second between. In between ear-piercing screams, Jack could hear Gabby calling out.

"Thank you! Thank you, Mistress! Thaaaaaaaaaannn..." this last one trailed off as Gabby fell unconscious.

"Sorry," Tali said as she turned back to Jack. "Just got distracted there. So, ready?"

Leaving Gabby out cold on the floor, Tali lead Jack through the door into the main torture chamber. The room was large, not as big as the harem but not much smaller either. The walls and ceiling were rough stone, the floor simple dirt. Along the walls and all through the empty space in between were racks, pillories, and a hundred other ways for humans and other aliens to be restrained. And a great many of them were currently occupied by moaning, screaming bodies, most of them long since given up the urge to struggle against their bonds.

This was the dungeon. And once you were here, chances are you were never coming out. Not because you died, but because... well, you were never coming out. Jack had never been much for forgiveness, and a reprieve from the tortures of the dungeon had never happened since Jack had taken control. A trip to the dungeon wasn't just painful; it was an eternity of agony.

Tali's voice was filled with exuberance as she showcased some of her favorite victims. "Daro'Xen, the one who attempted to turn the Migrant Fleet against you," her voice turned cold as the thought of someone betraying Jack came to mind. "She'd wanted to study the Geth up close, and now she's getting the chance."

The quarian had been stripped of her suit, and was fastened by hand and foot to a padded bench. In between her wide thighs, Legion was putting the new attachment Tali had retrofitted onto him to good use, his body moving faster than any other humans could as he drove the large, studded phallus fused to his crotch in and out of the shrieking quarian's anus.

"Creator Tali'Zorah, we are uncertain of the benefit to the Quarian people this repetitive motion will reap," Legion intoned. Tali ignored him, moving on to her next victim like a kid on a tour of a candy factory.

"And here's our good friend, C-Sec Officer Bailey," Tali cooed as she drew the tip of her riding crop across his bruised cheek. "He's going to tell us all about the plan he had to start a rebellion in the Lower Wards, aren't you?"

Bailey, hanging from the ceiling by his wrists, let out a pained groan. "Goddamn it, woman, I've told you every last detail of the plan. For God's sake, you've already stopped it. It's over, we lost."

Tali seemed to consider this a moment, then shook her head. "No, still think you're hiding something," she finally decided. "Ken, why don't you get back to working on your extraction techniques?"

Kenneth - or at least Jack assumed it was Kenneth, the leather mask strapped across his entire head made it difficult to tell - picked up a cat o' nine tails and flung the barbed strands against Bailey's back. From this angle, Jack couldn't see the bloody mess that the torture implement must have left on his back, but the puddle on the floor was enough to paint the picture, almost literally. Despite this, Bailey gritted his teeth and forced himself to withstand the pain.

"Oh, come on, Kenneth," Tali chastised her slave. "You have to make him scream a little. He's not going to tell you everything just because you ask." She gave the mutilated Bailey a soft pat on the cheek before moving on.

"And of course, the esteemed Ambassador Udina, leader of the last attempt at rebellion," Tali proclaimed. "He wanted so badly to be in the Council and work with alien races; I figured I could help him improve human/alien relations by taking as many of them up his ass as possible. As you can see, today we're having a summit with the krogans."

Locked in a rusted metal pillory, his neck and wrists latched down, Udina was helpless as Grunt brutally sodomized him. "This is an outrage!" he screamed. "I'm an esteemed politician; I've done nothing to deserve this!" He sighed as Grunt withdrew from his well-used anus, only for Wrex to step forward and take his spot. "You can't do this to me... AAAH!"

Jack broke out of her funk long enough to question, "He's still screaming that shit? I was in here two months ago and he was on about that too."

"Oh, you didn't know?" Tali said, pulling an electronic device off her belt. "See, most people can only take so many months of non-stop torture before there's nothing you can do to them anymore to make them suffer. Or they go bug-fuck insane, one of the two," Tali shrugged. "So I built this device that lets me wipe the memories of anyone I want, as far back as I need to. Makes the pain and fear all brand new again, isn't that great?"

"Huh. Quarian ingenuity at its finest," Jack muttered, and almost screamed as she suddenly found herself wrapped in a hug.

"Thank you so much for this, Jack," Tali said, her nearly-nude body pressing firmly up against Jack's. "All these things I was holding back, and for what? Now I can do everything I always fucking wanted to, and it's all thanks to you."

Jack awkwardly patted Tali on the back. "Yeah, glad to help."

"You ready to visit the special room?"

Now this thought brought a bit of a smile to her face. "Oh, do I ever stop by and not want to?" she said. "Let's go visit that fucker."

Tali unlocked a second door in the back of the torture chamber, leading into a smaller room that contained only two occupants.

Imprisoned in a warped metal device that locked him in position on his hands and knees was the Illusive Man. Unlike the rest of Tali's guests, he didn't scream or cry out. He had long since gone catatonic, and Tali must have known he was a special case and didn't use her memory wipe on him without Jack's permission.

Above him, rapidly humping its thick red member into his ass, was a varren. A varren Jack had altered to be in a state of near-constant arousal, never allowing TIM a moment's peace.

Oh, and one other alteration. "Arf arf," said the head of Jacob Taylor, fused to the varren's neck. "Ruff ruff aroo!" he added, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he happily plugged away at TIM.

"Oh, good Jacob," Tali cooed, waving her hands to call him over. The varren galloped over, a wide smile on Jacob's face as he approached. "You want a treat, Jacob? Want a prize?" Tali tossed a scrap of meat, and Jacob's mouth caught it in mid-air and wolfed it down. "Now, get back to work, boy," Tali encouraged the beast, and Jacob the varren returned to humping TIM.

"I... I think I should be going," Jack said, suddenly not enjoying this at all.

"Oh, okay," Tali chirped. "Sure you don't want me to break out the strap-on and take you up the ass?"

Jack shook her head. "Catch you next time," she said as she turned to leave. Something suddenly clinging to her leg halted her.

"No!" Tali shouted, bringing her riding crop down on the varren body humping Jack's leg, as Jacob's head stared up at her in glee. "Bad Jacob! Don't hump the nice lady! Hump the mean man!"

Jack didn't even remember the walk back to the lift afterward. After the doors closed, Jack thought to herself. This whole ship tour had made the situation worse, not better. All of these people were too far gone, too caught up in this world she had created for herself to offer her anything but mindless praise.

She needed to talk to somebody outside of this whole thing. There was an obvious choice, but... no. She couldn't do it. Couldn't face him now.

There was only one other option, and it seemed almost as crazy. She hit the button for Deck 5.
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