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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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Chapter List
- 1-A Lesson in Shipboard Discipline
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Day 31

Whore woke with a stretch and yawn, the dull ache of the previous evening's discipline a welcome start to the day. That, and Slut's hand between her legs, rubbing slowly and lovingly across her clit. Whore smiled as she felt Slut's stiffened nipples rubbing against her back, her fellow slave spooning her on the hard floor where they had fallen asleep last night.

Mistress Shepard had already left to start her duties for the day, so she and Slut amused themselves in her absence. When Kelly arrived some time later to bring them their meals, she found them lapping at each other's cunts, only pausing to moan and beg their lover for more.

When they noticed Kelly, the two of them disentangled themselves from each other and pounced on the yeoman. In reward for their continued obedience, Mistress had told Slut and Whore they could play with Kelly as much as they wanted when she visited, and the two horny sluts had wasted no time ravishing Kelly whenever they had the chance.

Today, however, something was different. Kelly didn't seem as happy to be here as she usually did. Even with Slut working her magic between Kelly's legs, and Whore caressing her breasts and licking her nipples, Kelly seemed distant.

Dimly, Whore seemed to recall something from her life before this. A mission that this ship was on. She started to wonder if something was going on out there, but she quickly put it out of her mind.

That part of her life didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was pleasing the Mistresses, and cumming. And as she felt Slut part her ass cheeks and start rimming her asshole, Whore put any thoughts of the world outside this room out of her head.

Sometime later, the door opened, and the two Mistresses entered together. This was unusual; normally, the two of them traded off disciplinary duties throughout the day. For both of them to be in here together was strange. But Whore didn't worry too much: two mistresses meant twice the discipline, and her pussy started getting moist again just at the thought.

She and Slut immediately got to their feet and stood at attention, their arms behind their back and their breasts and pussies on display and ready for punishment. However, Mistress Shepard didn't have her riding crop or any other form of discipline on hand.

"Whore, release," muttered Mistress Shepard, and Whore gasped as she felt the collar around her neck snap open. It tumbled to the ground and made a metallic noise where it struck. "Slut, release," Shepard said, her tone slightly melancholic, and Slut's collar hit the floor as well.

Whore wondered what was happening. Was this some sort of test? The Mistresses making sure that the two of them wouldn't try to escape. Whore had no intention of trying anything of the sort. The Mistresses were kind and fair, and she loved them both too much to ever leave them.

"The month is up," was all Mistress Shepard said for a while. Whore... Miranda just stood stunned. Had it just been a month? She had been sure they had been here for longer than that. A year at least. She looked over at Slut... no, Jack, who looked similarly shocked. For the first time, Miranda noticed that Shepard was in her normal uniform, not her latex straps.

"And none too soon," Shepard continued. "The Illusive Man has sent word of a derelict Reaper that Cerberus has been studying. If we can acquire its IFF device, we might have a shot at passing through the Omega 4 relay and finally taking the fight to the Collectors. I'm going to need every crew member for this."

Shepard nodded to Tali, who came forward with two duffle bags. She placed one at the feet of each of the naked former slaves.

"Here's what's going to happen," Shepard said, maintaining her commanding tone even as she was no longer their Mistress. "We're at the Citadel, so most of the crew is on shore leave for the rest of the day. Should make it easy for the two of you to get off the ship without anyone noticing. Still, it's been a while for you two, so Tali will come along to ensure nobody sees you. Get dressed, get off the Normandy, and then you can decide what you want to do."

Shepard crossed her arms, watching as Miranda and Jack got dressed. "If you want to just stay on the Citadel, I understand," Shepard said. "We'll try our best to succeed without you. But if you want to come back, you'll return to your former duties."

"You're not worried we're gonna come back and put a bullet in you?" Jack said, some of the fire starting to return to her voice.

Tali started forward, but Shepard held her back. "It's occurred to me. But I don't think you will. At least, not until this mission is over. You both know how important it is to stop the Collectors, and you know that this crew would fall apart if I were to be killed. So, I figure we either die on the other side of the Omega 4 relay, or we survive, and then if you two want to get your revenge, I'll be waiting."

The two of them finished getting dressed, the feeling of clothes against Miranda's skin now unfamiliar and strange. Part of her felt... almost restricted. She couldn't wait to get them off again, to feel the cool air of the Normandy against her bare, throbbing skin.

"Take the rest of the day on the Citadel to think," Shepard said. "And if you decide to come back, it'll take a few days for us to get to this Reaper. Should be enough time for you to get back to the normal routine. Tell the rest of the crew whatever you want about what you've been up to for the past month. Even the truth if you want, although I doubt anyone on this ship would believe it."

Shepard was right on that count. Still, Miranda couldn't let it end like this.

As Tali led she and Jack to the airlock, the quarian keeping an eye out for anyone still on the ship on the way, Miranda started plotting. It was true that she would have to wait until their mission was finished; all attention had to be focused on stopping the Collectors if they were going to be successful.

But afterward... Miranda knew what she had to do.

* * *

It had been Jack that had broached the idea after they had stepped off the Normandy onto the Citadel, the hardened convict looking uncharacteristically worried as she said it, as if waiting for Miranda to laugh in her face.

But she hadn't, and the two of them spent their day on the Citadel in a lavish hotel room, the door hardly closing before they were out of their clothes and all over each other once again.

Miranda couldn't help but give Shepard credit for one thing: she doubted that her and Jack would be fighting again anytime soon. The weeks of pleasure Jack had given her were not something she was ready to give up just yet, and the only interruption to their lovemaking was the alarm clock telling them it was time to report back for duty at the Normandy.

And any doubts the crew of the Normandy might have had that the two of them would be able to get along during the rest of the mission were overwhelmed by the shock of seeing the two of them walk through the airlock and onto the ship, arm-in-arm.

"I knew it!" Miranda heard Joker exclaim as the two of them passed. As they passed through the CIC, Miranda saw the look Shepard gave the two of them, a kind of knowing smile that was there for only a second.

But Miranda ignored it for now. Soon enough, things would be put right.

* * *

By the time they reached the derelict Reaper, Miranda had managed to burrow back into her position as XO of the Normandy, putting aside the events of the past month to concentrate solely on the mission. Still, it came as a bit of a surprise when Shepard asked her and Jack to come along with her to board the Reaper and find the IFF. Was Shepard that confident that the two of them wouldn't make a move against her? Or was she just testing to make sure they were up to battle readiness again?

Either way, the mission was a success, in the end. Despite heavy resistance from geth husks and other abominations, they managed to claim the IFF, and a new ally along the way. Shepard, being her usual trusting self, immediately welcomed the geth Legion into the crew.

A crew that became all the more smaller when Collectors assaulted the ship while the team was away, abducting all the crew except for Joker. Shepard wasted no time charging through the Omega 4 relay after them. After a month of seeing nothing but the stern mask of Mistress Shepard, Miranda found it odd to see Shepard look so concerned and worried about the safety of her team.

In the end, they had pulled it off. Shepard had destroyed the Collector's base, even as the Illusive Man pleaded with her to keep it for the potential benefits it could offer.

"If only he'd known what the punishment for disobedience was," Miranda thought to herself, even as she was preparing for what was going to happen tonight.

She paced back and forth across her office, wondering if this really was a good idea. It had been a week since they returned from the Omega 4 relay, and she and Jack had talked this over repeatedly. Now, they finally had a plan. Miranda would go after Shepard, and Jack would focus on Tali.

It was time to make things right, once and for all. As Miranda picked up the pistol on her desk and rechecked the heat sink, she nodded to herself. No more hesitation. Time for Shepard to see what this Whore was capable of.

* * *

With her access rights restored, it had been no problem to get up to the first floor and into Shepard's cabin. Seating herself on the end of the bed, Miranda waited patiently.

Soon enough, Shepard stepped into her cabin, not noticing the other occupant of the room right away. When she did, however, she froze. Her eyes locked on the pistol in Miranda's hand.

"So..." Shepard started, her face betraying only the slightest hint of fear. "Guess it's time."

Miranda stood up and smiled. "You know how hard it's been, biding my time and waiting for this?" she asked. "Seeing you up there at the command station, remembering everything you did to me? How many nights my dreams have been about this room and what happened in it?"

Shepard said nothing. Miranda raised her pistol.

"Well, I'm through waiting," Miranda said, and squeezed off a single shot.

Shepard flinched slightly, and then looked over her shoulder at her glass display case. The shot had missed any of the intricate models inside, but a spiderweb of cracks was forming around the glass where the bullet had penetrated.

"What..." Shepard started to say, only for her words to choke off in her throat as Miranda dropped the pistol and start unzipping her jumpsuit.

"I've been bad, Mistress," Miranda's voice immediately turned submissive, her clothes hitting the floor. Her pale skin had almost completely healed from the marks Shepard and Tali had left on it. "Your Whore has been so bad, breaking your glass like that. Punish me, Mistress."

Shepard didn't say anything at first, perhaps wondering if this was all a trap. Miranda put her hand between her thighs and started rubbing herself. "Please, Mistress," Miranda moaned. "Whore needs to be punished so bad. Whip me, spank me, do whatever you think is right to show me how bad I've been."

A smile began to creep to Mistress Shepard's face. Walking over to her desk, she grabbed the familiar riding crop. The sight of it was enough to make Whore cum immediately.

As she bent over to present her ass to Mistress Shepard, the door to the cabin opened, and Mistress Tali tossed Slut into the room. "Look who paid me a visit downstairs, Shepard. Looks like these two need another month up here."

"Yes," Slut started stripping off her clothes. "We need to be punished." Once she was naked, she bent over beside Whore, turning to kiss her fellow slave as the Mistresses both started striking their asses, raising new red marks to replace the ones that had faded. Slut and Whore moaned and begged their Mistresses for more punishment.

And as the Mistresses fastened their strap-ons to their hips and started further disciplining their slaves, Whore heard Mistress Tali talking in between thrusts into Slut's ass. "You know, Shepard, I've been thinking. We've been entirely too selfish with these two little sluts."

"I think I know exactly what you mean," Mistress Shepard said, as she brought a hand down hard on Whore's ass. "You thinking maybe we should let the rest of the ship get a shot at them, too?"

"It's only right, after that nightmare in the Collectors' base," Tali reasoned. "Maybe tomorrow in the mess hall, we have a little game, see which one of these little sluts can get more people off in an hour."

Shepard considered this. "Just an hour? That doesn't seem like nearly enough of a reward." She brought another hand down on Whore's ass as she asked her. "An hour isn't nearly long enough, is it, Whore?"

"No, Mistress," Whore agreed with her Mistress, just as she always did.

"A big whore like you, I bet you want to spend all day fucking the rest of the crew, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Whore thrust her hips back against the strap-on in her ass, just picturing all the men and women of the ship using her, fucking her and covering her with their cum.

Once, in a former life, the thought would have been horrifying.

But Whore was a good slave, and she did whatever Mistress commanded.
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