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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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Unlike the other decks, Jack would see something different every time she went to deck 5. This time, she found herself in what appear to be a hallway in a 20th century school. Lockers ran up and down the hall, and various billboards and posters were hung on the walls.

"That's right," Jack said to herself, "It's cheerleader day."

Even as she started walking, she heard the familiar chorus of cheers. This was one of her favorite selections, but as with everything else today, it wasn't giving her the same delight.

"...won the big game, hell yeah! Now we gotta fucking celebrate!" said a male voice in the distance, and Jack turned to follow it.

"Fuck yeah, we do!" said another male voice, getting louder as Jack got closer. "And I've got just the post-game treat for you guys! Miranda, come on out! Let's get this party started!"

A high-pitched giggle and a familiar voice was heard. "Hi, guys! You ready to show me those state champion cocks?"

"You show us those big fucking titties of yours," Jack heard as she stepped through the door marked "Men's Locker Room" "And you got yourself a deal!"

"Hee hee, sure thing!" Jack arrived inside the locker room just in time to see Miranda grab the hem of the cheerleading top she wore, reading "Sacred Jack High School", and yank it upward to reveal her inflated breasts. The crowd of football players standing around here immediately dropped their pants, and Miranda wasted no time taking a cock in each hand while wrapping her lips around a third, the twin blond pigtails she wore flowing back and forth as she eagerly sucked.

It was one of a countless number of degrading scenarios Jack had devised for Miranda to live through every single day. With Miranda's intelligence vastly dropped, and her libido ratcheted up to maximum, she attacked each situation with unbridled enthusiasm. A groupie being drilled by her favorite rock band, a hooker hauled into the station house and rammed by a couple of dirty cops, a stripper at a bachelor party who wants to get an extra big tip... so many ways to make Miranda whore herself out, so little time in an eternity to try them all out.

Jack watched for a while, just to make sure that watching the now-literal cheerleader get gang-banged by a bunch of jocks didn't finally get her out of this depression she was in. It was around the time the third player jacked off across Miranda's grinning face and bobbing tits that Jack realized that this was a waste of time.

With a snap of her fingers, all trace of the players disappeared. Even the semen sprayed across Miranda's skin vanished. They hadn't been real; the only real people who were ever in this place were Jack and Miranda.

Miranda looked around, confused. "Hey, guys, where'd you go?" she squeaked out. "Hey, this isn't funny, bring those thick cocks of yours back here, we're not done celebrating!" Looking up, she saw Jack approach and raised a finger. "Hey, this is the boys' locker room. Like, you shouldn't be in here and stuff." She giggled. "Oh, that's right, I shouldn't be in here either. Did you see the team coming your way, we were getting some celebration in, and..."

Jack stood and waited, saying nothing. It took a little time to trigger on occasion, but it always did.

"I wanted to... wanted..." A different light came to Miranda's eyes, and she let out a loud sigh. "Are you going to rape me again today?" she asked, speaking in her normal voice. "Or just mock me like usual?"

There had been one other change Jack had made to Miranda's personality. She'd been inspired by an old 20th century book she'd read, "Flowers for Algernon," where a character went from dumb to smart, and back to dumb again. It was an image that had stuck with Jack for a while, the idea of knowing that you would go back to a way you hated being, and could do nothing to stop it.

And Jack couldn't have thought of a better way to torment Miranda. Any time the two of them came into close proximity, Miranda's intelligence and personality would return to normal, and remain that way until Jack left. Little had Jack suspected that she would be using this little loophole of hers in this fashion.

When Miranda noticed that Jack hadn't moved or spoken, she grimaced. "Please, Jack, you've got to stop this. I know you hate me, I know that, but the rest of the world hasn't done anything to deserve what you're doing."

Jack still didn't speak, instead sitting down on the bench next to Miranda. Finally, she spoke up, "This sucks."

"No kidding," Miranda bitterly spat out. "I wish you'd get done with whatever it is you're going to do to me. You don't have any of your fun little toys with you, so at least I don't have that to look forward to."

"I... dammit, I can't believe I'm fucking doing this," Jack said. "Why don't I feel right about this anymore?"

"About turning me into your sick entertainment?"

"About all this," Jack waved a hand around. "This whole... universe I've created."

Miranda scowled. "Who knows, maybe you grew a conscience overnight."

"Would you stop with the insults and just let me talk?" Jack said. "Or maybe I should just leave and let the defensive line have their turn with you?"

"No, please," Miranda said, and Jack couldn't help but smile a little. The irony of having Miranda beg her to stay around was too wonderful. "Fine, just say what you want to say, I won't interrupt."

Jack leaned forward, resting her arms on her legs. "I just... I thought this world was perfect. Anything I ever wanted to do, I did, and nobody could stop me from doing it. With just a thought, I could have any man, any woman begging for me. All the money in the world, control over everyone and everything. I am literally the most powerful thing that ever existed."

"So why the fuck don't I like it anymore?" Jack finally asked.

Miranda waited a second to make sure Jack was finished before speaking. "It's obvious, Jack. You have everything you ever wanted... but you didn't have to work for it. You didn't have to suffer and fail, only to keep trying harder. Part of what makes our successes in life so great is the effort that's required to obtain them. Would freeing my sister from my father's plans have been as satisfying if I'd just done it with a thought? No, because even after all the suffering and death that resulted, when I got to see her smiling and happy, it..." This thought brought a tear to Miranda's eye. Probably remembering Jack's visit of two weeks ago, and the blindfold. Even Jack had felt a little bit guilty about that one.

"I suffered all my fucking life," Jack said, looking away from Miranda and staring at one of the fake gym lockers of this artificial reality. "Had people use me and screw me over, rape me and try to murder me, and shouldn't all that fucking mean something? Shouldn't I feel like I earned this?"

Miranda shrugged as she tugged her cheerleader top back over the massive breasts Jack had given her. "I can't answer that, Jack. But the fact that you're sitting here talking to me means that you've reached the end of your rope."

"No fucking shit," Jack said, and the two of them laughed. Fuck, was she actually BONDING with the cheerleader? No, that was stupid. She was just telling Jack what she wanted to hear to keep her from leaving. But still... something about this was nice. Talking to somebody, a real person and not somebody whose thoughts had been warped into obedience.
"Jack, I know you went through a lot of pain," Miranda said. "And I'm sorry if my attitude came across as... abrasive at times. But these are real people's lives you're playing with here. They had hopes and dreams and fears and desires, and you wiped them all away and replaced them with some... childish power fantasy."

Jack saw Miranda flinch, expecting some retaliation, but Jack hung her head. "I know. Fuck it, I know. But I don't know how to go back now."

"Jack, admit it," Miranda said. "Not that I'm not happy that you've allowed me this long to be myself, but you know I'm not really the one you want to be talking to right now."

Jack stood up from the bench with a sigh. "Dammit, chee... Miranda. Hate to admit it, but you've actually got a point. I gotta talk to him."

As she turned to leave, Miranda called out, "No, wait!" When Jack stopped, she said. "I helped you out, Jack. Please, let me keep my mind. Even if it's just for one day, let me keep my mind."

"I suppose I do owe you," Jack said. After several seconds of staring at Miranda's hopeful expression, she smirked. "I'll make it up to you, promise."

"No, dammit, come back!" Miranda shouted as Jack walked away. "You goddamned bitch, I hope you... you... uh... what was I saying?" Jack snapped her fingers. "Oh, there you guys are! Now, where were we?"

When the lift doors closed behind Jack, she made no motion to push a button, simply closed her eyes. And without any prompting, the elevator began moving downward. Slow at first, then accelerating to speeds that would kill any ordinary human. After the elevator finally slowed to a halt and the doors slid open, Jack opened her eyes and stepped forward into the sunlight.
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