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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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- 1-A Lesson in Shipboard Discipline
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Day 12

"Say, Ken," Gabby said as the door slid open behind them. "We should probably go check the thermal couplings on the rear stabilizers, don't you think?"

"What? We can monitor those from here just fine, why..." Ken turned around to see who had just entered the engine room and sighed. "Fine, yes, we'll go do that."

Tali knew who it was even before the door had slid open, when she started feeling the pleasant buzz between her legs.

"Hey, Tali," said Shepard, approaching with that smile on her face. The same one she had worn when she'd invited a headstrong but secretly terrified young quarian woman onto her ship, and that same quarian had realized that she was in love.

As Shepard came closer, the tingling in her groin increased. Seeing her start to shake, Shepard stopped in her tracks, standing about three feet away. "You want me to come closer, Tali?" Shepard said, her joy at teasing her lover evident on her face.

It had been their way of compensating for not being able to do most of the things that lovers do. Tali had installed a customizable version of her nerve-stim software, and linked it to a proximity detector keyed in to Shepard's DNA profile. The closer Shepard was to her, the stronger the stimulation.

Ever since then, Shepard and she had played games like this. The one rule was that Tali wasn't allowed to move unless Shepard gave her permission. Not that Tali would have dreamt of spoiling the fun. As Shepard took one small step toward her, she felt her suit ever-so-slightly increase its output. She rested a hand on her console to steady herself as she felt her knees start to get weak.

"Shepard," Tali said, trying to keep her voice steady. "We need to talk."

This took the smile off Shepard's face. "I don't like the sound of that."

"I just wonder sometimes what you want out of this," Tali said. "Not that I don't like these... visits from you. But Ken and Gabby are starting to get annoyed, even if they're too polite to say it."

Shepard shrugged. "So we'll go somewhere else. Jack's usual spot is unoccupied for now, we could meet down there. Come on, Tali," Shepard said, taking another, larger step forward to stand inches away from Tali. "We've got a whole ship to play on."

"Except for one room," Tali said, even as Shepard's proximity had her standing on the brink of climax. "Why can't I ever come up to your cabin, Shepard? Are you ashamed of me, Shepard, you don't want anybody else knowing about us?"

"Tali, no," Shepard immediately responded, her expression serious. "You're the most important person in my life, Tali, and I don't care who knows about it."

Shepard was moving her hands around Tali's body, close but not quite touching. The areas her hands moved near flared with wild pleasure, but Tali was starting to lose the mood. "Then why? I haven't kept any secrets from you, Shepard. What is it about your room that you don't want me to see? What secrets are you hiding from me?"

"No secrets, just..." Shepard dropped her hands to her sides. "I know it's probably a strange concept to you, considering where you lived before you met me. The idea of having your own personal space, a place to call your own... on the Migrant Fleet, you don't get that luxury. But for me, it's one of the most important things in my life."

"I'm not asking to move in with you, Shepard," Tali protested. "Just that you let me come up once in a while, to spend some time with you. We've..." Tali let out a sigh. "Never mind. We'll talk about it later, okay? Just... just touch me."

Shepard resumed moving her hands around Tali's body, her finger tips tantalizingly close to touching. Finally, she moved her hand down between Tali's legs. Abruptly, she rested her hand on Tali's groin, and the nerve stimulator switched to maximum power.

And even as Tali keened her way through a powerful orgasm, she made a decision.

* * *

Later that night, Tali made sure nobody was watching before she stepped into the elevator. Firing up her omni-tool, she began working on the elevator panel. It took about two minutes, but eventually she was able to hack through the Normandy's security protocols and gain access to Level 1.

She knew Shepard would probably be angry at her. But she had to know, even if it meant damaging their relationship.

When the door slid open, and Tali entered the top level of the Normandy for the first time, she looked down at the floor and felt like crying.

Shepard's uniform was piled on the floor outside the door to her room.

Along with another Cerberus uniform.

Leaning against the wall, Tali began to sob. All the times Shepard had held her, told Tali she loved her... and it had all been a lie.

She should have left then, gone back to Engineering and put Shepard out of her mind and her life. But she had to know. Who had been the other woman in Shepard's life? Who was the one who got to go into Shepard's cabin while Tali had been denied? Who had been that much more important than her?

Wishing she could touch her face to wipe away her tears, Tali bent down and activated her omni-tool again. Compared to the security on the elevator, the lock on the door was child's play.

As soon as the door slid open, Tali heard the cries.

"What are you?" Tali could hear Shepard shouting to somebody, followed by a hard slapping sound. There was the sound of somebody muttering, followed by another slapping sound. "Louder! What are you?"

As Tali stepped around the corner, she held back a gasp. Shepard was dressed in some sort of latex fetish outfit, brandishing a riding crop.

And tied to the ceiling in front of her was Miranda, naked and covered in bright red marks. Just as Tali saw her, she exclaimed, "I'm a whore!"

"And you deserve this punishment, don't you?" Shepard was saying, as she lashed out at Miranda's ass with the crop.

"Yes, I do," Miranda moaned, letting out a sharp cry as Shepard's crop struck just above her groin.

Tali couldn't believe what she was watching. Trying to remain quiet, she tapped out something on her omni-tool, and a heat sensor activated in her mask's HUD. The distinctive red clouds she saw showed the truth of the matter: Shepard was getting highly aroused as she subjected Miranda to this treatment.

And despite her cries of pain, Miranda was, as well.

Tali saw another source of body heat to the right, out of sight of her normal vision but shown by the heat sensor. She moved to get a better look.

Jack had been chained against the wall of Shepard's cabin, and Kelly was roughly thrusting a vibrator in and out of her pussy. The same distinctive signs of sexual arousal were showing there as well, from both women.

As she turned her attention back to Shepard, a memory suddenly came back to her. One that she had suppressed for years out of shame, but was only now coming to the surface.

* * *

She had been fifteen, browsing the extranet and dreaming of the day her Pilgrimage would come so she could see the rest of the galaxy. Her mother had summoned her, saying there was an important meeting about to occur, and that all crew of the Rayya not currently engaged in ship-vital duties were expected to attend.

On the way there, Tali had asked her mother what was going on. Her mother had told her that there had been a momentary failure in the environmental controls for several of the rooms where crops were being grown. This made Tali shudder: the loss of the food in even a single one of those rooms would have caused an extreme food shortage for the Migrant Fleet. More than one... it was too frightening to consider.

Her mother continued to explain that the failure had been due to the faulty repairs of Tilo'Ral vas Rayya, and that they were all heading to see his punishment.

This had filled Tali with a sense of dread. She had heard tales about Parne'Shal, the punishment for any action that endangers the food supply of the Migrant Fleet. A bad repair or sloppy job on any other ship in the fleet might get you some time cleaning out the septic systems or assigned to some other menial task. But on the liveships, any errors could doom the entire quarian race to starvation and extinction, so more drastic measures had to be taken. More than one offense would lead to being re-assigned to another ship, but for the first offense, the punishment was Parne'Shal.

It was one of the quarian people's greatest secrets, one that only some of their own knew about and no outsiders had ever been told about. Even Tali had only heard rumors of what it entailed, since no one had been sentenced to Parne'Shal in the fifteen years she'd been alive. To be assigned to one of the liveships after your Pilgrimage was a great honor, and most quarians knew this and treated their work with the seriousness it entailed. Chances are Tilo'Ral just made a momentary slip-up, albeit one that nearly cost the Migrant Fleet its food supply. But regardless, protocol had to be followed.

The quarians of the Rayya filed in to the observation room, keeping their voices low as they waited for Parne'Shal to begin. Tali was annoyed as she saw she was being forced to sit next to Lia'Nera, one of her classmates and a total stuck-up bitch. She gave the other girl a curt greeting as she sat, and Lia'Nera ignored her. Tali's mother sat to her other side, and the conversation soon quieted as the ceremony began.

Through the clear glass, they looked in on one of the ship's clean rooms. As they watched, two Migrant Fleet Marines marched in Tilo'Ral, hanging limply between them. Tali watched with her eyes wide as they began removing the man's suit, piece by piece, until he stood naked before them. Forcing him to stand close to the glass, displaying him for the observers, the two Marines left the room, leaving him alone.

It was the first time Tali had seen one of her own kind out of their suits. She'd seen pictures, sure, in her biology classes and on certain extranet sites she only visited after everyone else was asleep. But it was different in real life. Tali wasn't sure what had caused the look of intense shame on Tilo'Ral's face: being stripped bare in front of his shipmates, forced to stand naked before them, or that he had failed them so terribly with his bad repair.

Tali let out a gasp as the door opened again, and her father, Rael'Zorah vas Rayya, walked in. She should have expected it: in most cases, the captain of a ship is expected to deliver any punishments necessary for unlawful and neglectful behavior. But to see her father there, in the same room with the naked, shivered Tilo'Ral, was a shock.

"Crew of the Rayya," Rael'Zorah addressed the observers. "Here before you stands Tilo'Ral vas Rayya, a man whose actions severely endangered the food supply of the Migrant Fleet. He is here today to be given Parne'Shal."

Her father turned to the naked man beside him. "Tilo'Ral, before we begin, you are permitted to speak in your own defense."

"I'm sorry," Tilo'Ral said, his voice quivering and miserable. "I must have forgotten to double-check the power output variables before I switched over the electric pulse modulator. I was irresponsible and foolish, and I only ask that I be allowed to continue serving on the Rayya despite my failure."

"You will not be reassigned yet, Tilo'Ral vas Rayya," Rael gravely intoned. "But you must remember this failure for the rest of your life, so as to ensure it does not occur again. Are you ready for Parne'Shal?"

Tilo nodded. "Thank you for your mercy, Rael. I am ready."

Walking over to a nearby table, Rael picked up a short, severed length of electrical cable. Doubling it over in his hand, he returned to Tilo's side. "Place your hands against the glass, Tilo. Let the Rayya see your shame."

Tilo obeyed, but kept his eyes on the floor, not wanting to meet the gazes of the people on the other side of the glass.

"Bend lower," Rael ordered, and Tilo spread his legs for balance as he bent over, his hands still on the glass. "Now, you will repeat after me. 'Serving on a liveship is a great honor.'"

"Serving on a liveship is a great honor," Tilo repeated.

With a hard snap, Rael brought the cable down on Tilo's back. The naked quarian flinched but remained standing.

"'My actions have shamed those who gave me that honor,'" Rael said.

"My actions have shamed those who gave me that honor," Tilo said back, and the cable hit him again, the quarians in the observation room flinching again at the harsh snapping sound.

"'This pain is nothing compared to the pain my actions may have caused.'"

"This pain is nothing compared to the pain my actions may have caused." SNAP

"'The quarian people depend on me to do my duty properly.'"

"The quarian people depend on me to do my duty properly." SNAP

"'And in my failure, I have brought this upon myself.'"

"And in my failure, I have brought this upon myself." SNAP

Tilo's back and behind were starting to turn red with the blows. But Tilo remained standing, now looking up at the observers in the room, his eyes filled with misery. Not the misery of the pain being caused to him, but the misery of his failure.

Tali could hear Lia'Nera's breath catch in her throat beside her, the young quarian shivering at the sight of the miserable man looking at them, pleading for their forgiveness.

And as if hearing that silent plea, Rael gave Tilo one last line to repeat. "'I am sorry.'"

"I am sorry," Tilo said, and Rael's last blow, delivered with all of his strength, sent Tilo tumbling to the floor. Placing the cable back on the table, Rael left, and two quarian women stepped in to apply medi-gel to Tilo's red, swollen welts. One of them addressed the people in the observation room, telling them the ceremony was over, and to return to their duties.

That night, Tali had dreamt of Parne'Shal. Only instead of her father, it was her with the length of cable in her hand. At first, she had been whipping Tilo as her father had. But the dream had shifted, and before she knew it, Lia'Nera was naked in front of her, her naked ass presented for Tali's pleasure, the quarian teenager looking up at her with wide, submissive eyes.

"Please," Lia said. "Please punish me."

And in the rest of her dream that night, Tali did just that.

* * *

Tali didn't know how long she had stood there, lost in her memories. She was only brought out of it when Miranda happened to look in her direction.

"Tali!" Miranda cried out. "Help us, Tali! Shepard's gone nuts, she's..."

Shepard, not listening to Miranda's words at first, backhanded her across the face. "Shut up, Whore! I didn't ask you to..."

Then the words hit her, and Shepard whirled to see Tali standing there. Her confident, dominating demeanor vanished, as she stared at her lover in shock.

"So," Tali said, as she started walking into the room. "This is why you didn't want me up in your cabin."

"Tali, listen," Shepard said, dropping the riding crop in her hand and walking toward Tali. "I know what this looks like, but I had no other choice."

Tali said nothing, feeling the buzz of her nerve stimulator starting to activate as Shepard got closer.

"They wouldn't listen to reason, they wouldn't... I didn't know what else to do!" Shepard's tone turned desperate. "I couldn't tell you, you understand? How could I know how you'd react? Please, Tali, talk to me."

But the quarian remained silent. After a long pause, she stepped past Shepard into the room, toward Miranda.

"Let us out, Tali!" Miranda cried out. "The keys are over on the desk, just let us go."

Miranda's cries were choked off as she watched Tali bend down and retrieve Shepard's riding crop.

"You will repeat after me," Tali said, her normally friendly voice suddenly cold. "'Serving on the Normandy is a great honor.'"

"What?" Miranda said, then cried out as Tali struck her already-sore ass with the crop.

"Repeat!" Tali yelled. "'Serving on the Normandy is a great honor.'"

The crop struck her again, and Miranda exclaimed. "Serving on the Normandy is a great honor!"

"'My actions have shamed those who gave me that honor.'"

"My actions have shamed those who gave me that honor." SNAP

"'This pain is nothing compared to the pain my actions may have caused.'"

"This pain is nothing compared to the pain my actions may have caused." SNAP

Tali felt Shepard come up behind her, her hands reaching up to brush against her body. As the nerve-stim did its work, Tali continued the Parne'Shal ceremony.

Once she was finished, and Miranda had delivered her sincere apology, Tali away from the beaten woman to face Shepard. "Get Jack over here. It's her turn next."

"Not Jack," Shepard said with a smile, as she put her hand into Tali's crotch. "Slut."

And with that, the slaves of Shepard had someone else to call Mistress.
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