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BBC Heaven	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 96916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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When Miranda returned to her work area on Deck 2, there was a moment of panic. Oriana wasn't sitting at her workstation, and casting a frantic gaze around the area Miranda saw no sign of her. Has she been pulled into this disgusting insanity as well? Miranda thought frantically, charging through the large workspace. Terrifying images of Oriana being stripped down, her mind broken as she was thrown into a twisted orgy, flooded through Miranda's mind.

But as she stepped into the back area, where she and Oriana's quarters had been set up, Miranda breathed a sigh of relief. Oriana was huddled underneath her blankets, fast asleep. Walking over quietly, Miranda crouched down next to her sister and smiled softly at her peaceful face.

"No matter what happens," Miranda said quietly, not wanting to wake her sister, "I won't let them lay a finger on you. I promise, Ori."

Oriana shifted slightly. "Randa, that you?" she muttered, her eyes still shut.

"It's alright," Miranda said, standing back up and heading over to her side of their quarters. "Go back to sleep, Ori. I'll be right back."

Heading to the small storage locker next to her bed, Miranda pulled out the object of her search: an M-4 Shuriken. She checked the heatsink to ensure the weapon was ready to fire, then grabbed a small bag to hide the weapon in. Don't want to go parading around the ship with a loaded weapon, she reasoned. Wouldn't want to induce a panic. Not to mention... who knows who else Samara has enthralled with her Prothean "gift?"

Once she was sure she was ready, Miranda turned off the lights for Oriana before heading back out to the CIC. As she stepped out into the main center of Normandy command, something caught her attention. It took her a moment, in her currently frazzled state, to realize what it was: several of the key command stations were currently unmanned. Not that there was much of an urgent need for everyone to be on deck while they were in orbit and waiting from word for Shepard, but Miranda was currently the acting Normandy commander. If anyone had been told to leave their post, it should have gone through her.

But right now, that was a secondary concern. She had Samara to deal with, and it seemed like the lift was taking forever to arrive. Miranda fidgeted with the bag under her arm, feeling the weight of the weapon inside.

She found it hard to believe it had come to this: pulling a gun on one of her former comrades. But she told herself that Samara wasn't herself. That it was the influence of that damned Prothean orb that was to blame. She knew exactly what she had to do: detain Samara in one of the unused cargo bays – by force, if it became necessary – and then wait for Shepard to return so that together they could determine their next course of action.

"Hold that for me, Miss Lawson!" called out a voice from behind her, just as the lift doors slid open. Stepping inside the lift, Miranda held out a hand to keep the doors from shutting, and the young bridge crew member quickly dashed inside. "Thanks," she said, catching her breath. "You heading down to the medbay too, I guess?"

Miranda glanced over at the ensign in confusion, as the lift began moving. "The medbay? Why would I be heading there?"

"Oh, I guess maybe you already had yours?" the ensign said, and smiled bashfully when Miranda still looked confused. "Dr. Michel sent out a message to most of the crew. Said that some sort of contamination may have gotten into the ventilation system, and that all of us were supposed to head down to the medbay to get an inoculation against any bacteria or whatever that may have gotten in." When Miranda showed no sign of recognition, the ensign cocked an eyebrow. "Wait, she didn't tell you? I figured it would have had to have gone through you, being acting commander and all."

"No, it did not," Miranda said with a frown.

The ensign looked uncomfortable. "Uh... should I not go then, ma'am? If you didn't approve it..."

"No, go ahead," Miranda said. "But I'll be having a talk with Dr. Michel after I've dealt with more pressing matters."

As the lift doors opened up on Deck 3, the ensign nodded. "I'm sure she's just looking out for us all, Miss Lawson," she said. "I'll go right back to my post as soon as I'm finished, I promise."

Miranda nodded at the ensign, and the woman quickly made her way to the medbay door. Miranda was ready to head to her own destination, when she caught a glimpse of the mess hall area and stopped dead in her tracks.

At several of the tables, various crew members from around the ship sat quietly. Miranda recognized several of the missing bridge crew members, as well as some engineering staff and some of the marines assigned to the Normandy. Each of them had been sitting quietly when Miranda had looked in on them, fidgeting slightly in their chairs with anxious expressions on their faces. As Miranda stared at the quiet group, they seemed to all turn to her at once.

"What are you all doing here?" Miranda asked the group. "Shouldn't you be at your posts?"

The quiet group looked at each other, all of them seeming to move almost in slow motion. One of the marines finally spoke up. "Dr. Michel told us to wait here. Said that we... that we need to rest and let the medicine go through our systems before we return to our posts."

"Have you visited Dr. Michel yet, Miss Lawson?" one of the engineering crew members asked, a light smile crossing her face. "You really should. You'll feel so much better once you have. I didn't even realize how much I'd been..."

"That's enough, ensign," said Samantha Traynor, walking up to the table and holding up a hand to hush the crew member. "Miss Lawson obviously has somewhere important she was going. I'm sure she'll pay a visit to Dr. Michel when she's ready."

"I will," Miranda said, eyes flicking around the mess hall at all the strangely calm and quiet crew. "Yes, I think Dr. Michel and I will need to have a long talk about her going over my head on this. But in the meantime... all of you have ten minutes to finish 'resting' or whatever Dr. Michel told you to do, and then return to your posts at once. If any of you are still out here when I get back, I will personally ensure that our next shore leave on the Citadel will be your last one as a member of the Normandy crew."

Miranda expected the group of them to snap to attention and immediately start heading back to their posts, but the group seemed to react to this threat with a collective shrug. They turned back to facing forward in their seats, squirming as if anxiously waiting for some unknown event to occur.

Miranda let out an annoyed grunt, before turning her back on all of them. She didn't have time to deal with this right now. She had a much more important matter to attend to.

Walking up to the Starboard Observation deck door, Miranda steeled herself. She was relieved to find that mentally preparing herself for this had, for the moment at least, driven away the carnal images that had previously been flooding her mind. Reaching down into the bag, Miranda gripped the submachine gun and pulled it out, before opening the door and walking into the darkened observation deck.

"Don't move," she said, closing the door behind her as she entered to prevent any of the many crew members outside from seeing what was happening. She aimed her weapon at the back of Samara's head, keeping the safety on for now. "Samara, as acting commander of this ship, I am officially placing you under the custody of the Alliance Military. If you cooperate and obey my orders, no harm will come to you."

On her usual spot down on the floor, Samara sat cross-legged, facing the window looking out onto the planet the Normandy was currently orbiting. It could have been an image right out of their mission through the Omega 4 relay, if not for the fact that Samara was wearing an Alliance marine's sleep clothing instead of her usual Justicar attire. Well... that, and the massive piece of meat between the asari matriarch's legs, currently out of sight with Samara's back to Miranda.

"Miss Lawson," Samara said, her voice as calm and serene as always as she remained sitting. "I was wondering when you would arrive. So... you intend to imprison me then."

"I don't know what that Prothean device did to you, but I've seen the effects it's had on crew members exposed to... to it," she said, mentally adding, Seen the effects first-hand, actually. "Believe me, I don't enjoy doing this, but until we have determined a way to cure you, I am forced to separate you from the rest of the crew. By force, if necessary."

"A wise move, Miss Lawson," Samara said, slowly rising to her feet. Miranda kept her weapon pointed squarely at the asari as she stood, back still to Miranda as she spoke. "But what about those crew members who have already felt the... effects? What do you intend to do with them?"

Miranda narrowed her eyes. "They'll be dealt with as well. But with any problem, it's best to start from the root of the matter."

"The 'root' of the matter, of course," Samara said, and despite not being to see her face Miranda could hear the smile in her voice. "One of your human sayings. I've spoken with Commander Shepard before about how fascinating I find your species. Your culture, your history. But there is one aspect of your people that I find especially intriguing. One that I never shared with Shepard."

"Stop!" Miranda said, as Samara started to turn in her direction. "Not so fast. Take it slow. And you'd better not try to use any biotics, or I swear I'll shoot."

Samara turned slowly, and Miranda let out a gasp as she saw the asari's massive blue cock dangling from out of the crotch of her pants. Suddenly, those obscene images came flooding back into her mind, and it took all of her mental resolve to keep the gun in her hands steady. Miranda forced her eyes to look back up at Samara's face, but from the smug look in the asari's eyes she had obviously caught Miranda's stare.

"Back in my maiden days, you see, I went on a bit of a wild streak," Samara said. "Not unusual for an asari, of course. But even amongst my peers I came to gain quite a reputation. 'Samara the Slut,' they used to call me. Most of my people tend to look with disdain on the physical act of lovemaking. 'The melding of two souls is where the true pleasure resides,' they would say. The act of sexual congress with another person..." Samara paused, then chuckled to herself, "...or more than one other person, in some cases, is little more than an evolutionary throwback of our species. But I never thought of it that way. When I was a maiden, I enjoyed sex. On many occasions, with many different species. Turians and salarians. Krogan and batarian. Even a hanar and quarian or two. The filthier the better, and the more partners involved the more I enjoyed it. It was a rare night that I didn't fall asleep dripping with cum, with a smile on my face."

"Shut up," Miranda said, even as she felt her mind start to fill with those filthy images again. Images of her being one of Samara's partners as they were surrounded by thick, throbbing alien cocks. "Shut up and come with me to the cargo bay."

Samara held up a hand. "Please, just allow me to finish. You see, there was one pleasure I never got to experience in my maiden days. By the time humanity made itself known to the larger galactic community, I was already many centuries into my quest to hunt down and eliminate Morinth. I had dedicated myself to this cause, and by the time I met my first human, the thought of ravishing them as I would have back in my younger days was as far as it could possibly be from my mind."

The asari took a step forward, and Miranda thrust the gun in her hands forward, in a threatening move that both she and Samara knew was utterly empty by now. She could feel her whole body trembling, unable to keep herself from shooting glances down at the dangling piece of thick blue meat between Samara's legs. Dammit, why did she have to have it hanging out like that? And why did it have to look so goddamn... tasty?

"And it was a shame, too," Samara continued. "Because for all the things I find fascinating about humanity, the one I didn't share with Shepard was this: your people are, without a doubt, the most attractive alien race I have ever seen in all my centuries." A leer came to Samara's face as her calm demeanor broke, the asari openly eying Miranda's curves through her tight bodysuit. "If humanity had been around during my maiden days, Miss Lawson, I would have wiled away as many nights as I could have managed by stripping down one or more of your people and making them scream my name." She took another step forward. "And if I had run into someone as enticing as you back then... by the Goddess, by the time I was done with you, you would have kissing my feet and begging for one more night of passion with me."

"Stop it!" Miranda said, taking a step back as Samara advanced forward. As she moved backwards, she felt her back hit something behind her. Or rather, someone.

"Another great thing about your species," Samara said. "You can be so quiet when you need to be."

Before Miranda could turn around, she felt something press against the side of her neck, and suddenly her body was pulsing with a painful burst of energy. She felt the gun in her hand fall from her nerveless fingers, and before she could react she could her arms being pulled behind her back. By the time she had regained her senses, she felt cold steel around her wrists, and realized that she had been handcuffed.

Stepping around the now-secured Miranda, not a stitch of clothing covering the tattoos that lined her bare flesh, Jack grinned at Samara while pressing the power button on the small, handheld taser in her hand. "Cheerleader always was pretty stupid," she said, standing next to Samara and grinning cockily at the handcuffed Miranda. "She's all yours, Mistress Samara."

Mistress, a voice in Miranda's head said, as she struggled against the metal bonds around her wrists. Will that be what I'm calling Samara when all of this is over?

With a confident smirk, Samara reached down and began stroking her cock, the thick blue rod of flesh throbbing and swelling in the asari's grip. "You see, Miranda... the Protheans and their device have granted me the greatest gift of all," Samara said. "Ever since my anatomy was altered by their device, I've felt as young and vibrant as I did when I was a mere maiden of 150. Perhaps even more so. And not only that, but I've been granted this gift on a ship full of gorgeous, irresistible young humans, the type I would have killed to sample back in my maiden days."

With her free hand, Samara reached to cup Jack's ass, the tattooed woman moaning and pushing her backside into Samara's grip as the asari roughly fondled her while jerking at her prick with her other hand. "Jack here was lucky enough to be my first, but I fully intend to sample every last one of the humans on this vessel before I'm finished." Samara's eyes gleamed, as a rare note of excitement filled her voice. "And that's just the beginning. There's a whole galaxy of humans out there, and I've got a lot of wasted centuries to make up for." She cleared her throat and refocused her attention on the helpless Miranda. "But I'm getting ahead of myself. Right now I only have one real desire."

Removing her hand from Jack's backside, but continuing to stroke herself, Samara stepped forward and stared intently at Miranda. "Right now, I want you to get down on your knees, Miss Lawson, and wrap your lips around my big blue cock."
Miranda narrowed her eyes at Samara. "You and your pet may have disarmed me," she said sternly, "but you will not force me to submit to your twisted desires."

"Force you?" Samara said, a trace of amusement in her voice. "I may not have been in possession of this exquisite extension of myself for very long, but I've seen its effects enough to know I won't have to force you to do anything. The only question is when you will surrender to your desires, not if you will."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Miranda bluffed, while in her mind she remembered the deep, sticky kiss that Jack had given her. The one that had awakened all these filthy desires in her. Even now, having Samara standing this close to her was forcing Miranda to keep herself under control. Part of her wanted nothing more than to fall to her knees right there, and give Samara the longest, sloppiest blowjob she had ever given. But she thought about Oriana, and what would happen to her sister if Miranda allowed herself to be corrupted by Samara's tainted cum, and she hardened her resolve.

The gleam in Samara's eyes, though, had Miranda feeling like all of her determination would be for naught. Her piercing blue stare seemed to penetrate through all of Miranda's defenses, and see the sinful desires hiding underneath.

"You've tasted it," Samara said. "I know you have. Don't lie to yourself, Miss Lawson." She drifted even closer to Miranda, the tip of the thick blue cock she was stroking less than an inch from Miranda's quivering, helpless body. "Don't deny your own fantasies."

When Miranda said nothing, and simply stared back at Samara with cold eyes, Samara smirked. "What was it you cried out at the end? 'Fuck me, Samara! Fuck me in front of all of them! Show them all what a goddamn whore I am for your fucking cock!'" The well-hung asari clucked her tongue playfully. "Quite a dirty mouth for such a dignified human."

Miranda turned her withering glare at Jack. "You told..." she started to say, Jack openly stroking her pussy as she watched Samara advance on Miranda.

"She didn't need to tell me anything, Miss Lawson," Samara interrupted. "You see, this gift from the Protheans does more than just free the minds of those who are exposed to it. Ever since my first time with Jack, when I close my eyes and clear my mind... I can feel the connection it has forged."

"Connection?" Miranda asked, hearing her voice trembling a bit as Samara stood inches away from her. The head of Samara's veiny, throbbing cock was now pressing against Miranda's hips, and Miranda gasped as she felt its rigid push against her.

"Mmm, yes," Samara said. "If I concentrate hard enough, I can connect with the minds of those who I have liberated. Jack. Ken and Gabby. Dr. Michel and Victoria. And now, Miss Lawson... I can feel your mind as well. Almost as if we are joined in a meld, without the need for us to touch."

Closing her eyes, Samara inhaled deeply through her nose. "Just before you arrived here, ready to take me captive, I saw it. The two of us on a beach somewhere. You getting down on your hands and knees to present yourself to me. And then me filling every last inch of you with my cock. Tell the truth, Miss Lawson: it wasn't even the sex that aroused you the most about that fantasy. It was knowing that everyone was watching while you were stripped down and taken like a common gutter whore. You relished the chance to let the whole world see what a horny, dirty little slut you really are deep down."

Miranda turned her head away from Samara, not wanting the taunting asari to see the redness of her cheeks. But it was true. Something about the image of being fucked like that in public, Samara's cock driving her mad with uncontrollable lust, had turned Miranda on in a way that she had never experienced before. The fact that Jack had been there in her fantasy, taunting "the cheerleader" while Miranda moaned and begged for Samara to fuck her harder, had only made the fantasy even more arousing. Even in the midst of this situation, she could feel her pussy throb with excitement at the mere remembrance of her erotic imaginings.

When Miranda dared to look back at Samara, the asari had moved her face inches away from Miranda's, speaking quietly into her ear. "I can make it happen, Miranda," Samara hissed, the quiet sound of her voice sending a shiver of arousal through Miranda. "Every last one of your fantasies. The filthier and more shameful, the better. Once you surrender to me, you won't be the dignified and chaste Miss Lawson. You'll be Miranda the Slut."

As Samara continued to detail her humiliating plans for Miranda, she reached up to begin unzipping Miranda's suit, slowly lowering it down and exposing her flesh, inch by painstaking inch. "Your only goal in life will be to fuck as many men and women as possible, in the most shameful ways imaginable and in as many public places as possible. Starting with the entire crew of the Normandy, every last man and woman on this ship. Every single one of them will use you for their pleasure, and then hand you over to the next person. You will suck cock, eat snatch, and bend over to be taken from behind over and over again. And you will smile as they call you slut and whore, because you will know that that is what you truly are."

Yes, Miranda heard her own voice in her head. Yes, that's what I want. I want to be a whore. I want to be your whore, Samara. Make me a slut. Make me fuck them all. Shepard and Ashley and even Jack... I'll fuck every single one of them if that's what you want. Just please... please let me have another taste.

But outside, Miranda trembled but stood firm. Even as Samara had brought Miranda's zipper all the way down, the thin material slowly flapping open to reveal Miranda's chest. Her breasts heaved heavily under her lacy black bra, Miranda on the brink of losing her composure as Samara casually reached forward and undid the hooks on the front of the sheer garment. The bra tumbled open, revealing Miranda's bare breasts and stiff nipples.

"Mmm, quite a lovely sight," Samara said, gazing down at Miranda's tits with a lustful glare that sent shivers through Miranda. Shivers of fear or of desire, Miranda couldn't even tell anymore. "Not quite as large as mine, of course, but enticing just the same." Reaching down, Samara whipped off the faded t-shirt she wore. Miranda's eyes went wide as Samara's massive blue tits spilled out into the open. They were so... so big. Even bigger that Miranda had remembered them from the last time she and Samara had fought together. Had they grown since then? Was that another side effect of this fiendish Prothean device?

"Damn right," Jack chimed in, pausing in her pussy-fingering long enough to come over and stand next to Samara. "Always did like the cheerleader's tits, even when she was a dirty Cerberus lapdog." And without warning, Jack reached down to lift up one of Miranda's bare breasts, before leaning down, sticking out her tongue, and running the tip of it against Miranda's sensitive nipple.

"Unh," Miranda heard herself moan, as the sensation of Jack's wet tongue dancing around her nipple sent a rush of undeniable pleasure through her body. Had she truly lost her mind? Was she really enjoying having the woman she hated most in this world licking and sucking on her tit? She could have taken a step back, moved away from Jack's sickeningly talented tongue teasing at her nipple. And yet she stood her ground.

Glancing over at Jack, Samara shrugged slightly before leaning down and placing her palm against the underside of Miranda's other breast, lifting Miranda's heaving mound up to her mouth. Before too long, both of Miranda's nipples were getting sucked, Miranda gasping and moaning even as she told herself she shouldn't be enjoying this.

The sexual torment only got worse as Samara, with her lips forcefully sucking on Miranda's hardened nipple, slid her other hand down against Miranda's stomach, delicate blue fingers pushing their way down into the bottom half of Miranda's catsuit. Miranda squirmed as she felt Samara's hand slide underneath the hem of her panties. Soon, Samara's fingers were drifting through the dark patch of Miranda's pubic hair, drifting lower and lower... until...

"Aahhh!" Miranda threw back her head and openly moaned, unable to fight it any longer as Samara began fingering her snatch. Her hips thrust forward, seemingly of their own accord, into Samara's stroking fingers. Her pussy was gushing by this point, the slick wetness of her open arousal covering Samara's skillful digits and staining her black lacy panties. Her handcuffed wrists dangled limply behind her, any attempts at struggling out of her bonds long since abandoned. Every breath was now coming out as a vulgar, heated grunt, as the two mouths on her tits and the fingers in her twat were bringing her ever closer to the most intense climax of her entire life.

Jack removed her mouth from Miranda's tit with a wet pop, and glanced over at Samara with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "I think she likes it, Mistress Samara."

Mistress Samara, Miranda heard the words in her head again. But they no longer carried the frightful edge they once did in her mind. No, now the words sounded almost... comforting. The idea of submitting to Samara, becoming her slave... Miranda couldn't help but admit that it sounded quite enticing. Only the thought of Oriana, and what would happen to her if Miranda gave in and submitted to Samara's control, was keeping Miranda from tumbling over the brink into complete surrender.

"I think you're right, Jack," Samara said. "Which is why now I think would be a good time for us to stop. And remind Miranda of my simple request."

No, Miranda moaned in her mind, as Samara's hand slid quickly out of her panties. Staring down, Miranda saw Samara's hand, literally dripping with Miranda's fluids, emerge from out of her jumpsuit. Desperately, she tried to mentally will the asari's fingers back between her legs, to relieve the unbearable tension still remaining there.

Samara took a step back, and Jack followed her lead. Placing a hand on her hip, Samara shot a quick glance down, and then back up into Miranda's eyes. "You know what you have to do. So do it."

She did know what she had to do. And still she hesitated. One last time, she tried to think about Oriana again. But instead, all she could picture was Jack. And Traynor. And Ken and Gabby, and every other member of the Normandy crew. All of them naked, and waiting in line for their turn at one of Miranda's holes. All while Samara watched, stroking her cock and leaving Miranda in eager anticipation of when her beloved Mistress would take her own turn. Shoving her beautiful blue cock deep inside of Miranda, and filling her with the delicious nectar that had truly freed Miranda's mind.

If getting a taste of it from Jack's mouth was enough to do this to me, Miranda thought to herself, even as she felt herself sinking down to the floor, How exquisite will it be to drink straight from the source?

She was on her knees. Samara's cock directly in front of her. What remained of Miranda's rational mind tried to beg her to stand back up, but all she did in response to the mental urging was stare in unrestrained hunger at Samara's cock, pre-cum dripping from the head of the veiny, massive hunk of meat.

As Samara approached, Miranda took a deep breath, ready to open her mouth and submit herself to the will of Samara. But less than an inch away from Miranda's face, the head of Samara's cock came to a pause. Miranda looked up into Samara's eyes, desire written all over her face.

"What do you want?" Samara asked Miranda, gripping her cock by the base of the shaft and dangling it in front of Miranda's face. "Tell me what you want."

"I... I want..." Miranda stammered, her eyes locked on the thick scaly shaft in front of her. "I want to suck your cock."

"Then ask my permission," Samara said. "Ask your mistress for permission to suck her cock."

"Please," Miranda said without hesitation. "Please let me suck your cock. Please, Mistress Samara. I need to suck your cock."

She could only imagine how she must look at that moment: down on her knees, her dark hair matted with sweat that also dripped off her bare tits, pussy juices soaking through her panties and leaving a dark stain on the crotch of her jumpsuit. All while practically salivating at the thought of sucking Samara's thick blue cock.

I'm sorry, Ori, she thought to herself, but worries for her sister were quickly forgotten. Replaced by images of her deep-throating that massive cock bobbing lewdly in front of her face. Covering it with her sticky saliva and swirling her tongue around the head of Samara's prick. Pleasuring her new Mistress until she was rewarded with an endless stream of cum shooting down her throat and making her cum over and over again.

"Please let me suck your cock, Mistress Samara," Miranda the Slut said again, licking her lips. "I need it so bad."

Samara paused, the seconds ticking by and driving Miranda even madder with desire. "A humble request indeed from such a depraved little slut," Samara finally said. "But... I'm afraid it's one that I must decline."

"Wh... what?" Miranda exclaimed. After fighting so hard against these urges mere minutes ago, she was surprised at how badly the thought of being denied Mistress Samara's cock frightened her now. "Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just please... please let me suck your cock."

"I may allow you to do so later on," Samara said coldly. "But first... I have my other servant here to attend to." Samara turned to Jack, and Miranda moaned in disappointment as Samara's cock swung away from her face. "Jack, you did so well helping Miranda discover her true self. I think it's time that you were rewarded properly."

Jack grinned widely. "Thank you, Mistress Samara." She glanced quickly at Miranda, the smile on her face widening at the image of her old nemesis sweaty and horny, on her knees begging for cock like an Omega street walker.

"On the couch, Jack," Samara instructed. "Spread your legs for me."

Miranda turned on her knees to watch, as Jack lowered her naked ass down on the edge of one of the couch cushions. Leaning back, she paused for a moment to wink at Miranda before raising her legs up and extending them into the air. As Samara stepped towards her servant, her painfully-erect cock aimed between Jack's legs, Jack reached down to spread open her pussy lips with two fingers.

Miranda had never been with a woman before. Not that she had found the idea disgusting before; it had just never appealed to her much. But as she knelt there, staring at Jack's naked cunt on display, she found herself unable to look away. After playing with herself earlier, Jack was already dripping wet, and Miranda couldn't help but wonder, just for a second, what Jack's juices tasted like...

Jack stared lustfully at Samara's cock as the asari stood in front of Jack, widened her stance to line her cock up with Jack's spread pussy lips. Once she was in position, Samara slowly started pushing her thick blue cock deep inside Jack's warm wetness.

"Ah, shit," Jack gasped, as inch after inch of Samara's length disappeared inside of her. "Take a good look, cheerleader. Because I can promise you this: as fucking sexy as it looks, it's ain't nothing compared to how good it feels."

Quivering down on her knees, Miranda watched as Samara went from slowly filling up Jack's pussy, to soon pounding her cock hard and rough into her human servant. The asari wore a serene expression on her face as she thrust her hips against Jack's, looking as if she had discovered some beautiful secret of life just by sticking her newly grown cock inside of some hot human cunt. Jack, meanwhile, seemed to be going crazy with the pleasure of Samara's cock inside of her, letting out loud moans and cries as she reached up to scrape her nails against Samara's back.

"Fuck, yes," Jack grunted, staring at Samara with uninhibited lust. "Fuck me, Mistress Samara. Fill me up with that thick fucking cock!"

The observation lounge echoed with the wet slaps of blue flesh against tattooed pink skin, and Miranda soon struggled against her handcuffs again. Not out of a desire to escape, but out of a rapidly-growing need to thrust her hands between her thighs and relieve the overwhelming tingling in her own pussy. Miranda found herself staring at Samara's balls, the twin blue orbs visible between the asari's slightly parted thighs. They bobbed and bounced in front of Miranda's wide eyes, slapping against Jack's ass as Samara roughly fucked her, Miranda wanted nothing more than to scoot over on her knees, lean down, and start licking and sucking on Samara's massive, smooth scrotum. The thought of lavishing every last inch of those giant blue balls with her tongue made that tightness between her legs grow even more unbearable, and Miranda didn't know how much longer she could stand to watch her new Mistress screwing Jack before Miranda ended up going insane with lust.

"Fuck, I'm... I'm cumming..." Jack hissed, eyes shut as the feel of Samara's cock penetrating her inner walls brought her right to the brink of climax.

Samara said nothing, but from the way her brow wrinkled and her thrusts sped up, Miranda believed she was close to her final release as well. After a few more hard thrusts, Samara buried herself balls-deep into Jack's twat with a low, guttural cry. Jack cried out in unabashed pleasure, as Samara's cock jerked and pumped her full of that delicious, mind-altering cum. Miranda watched with mouth hanging open, pussy dripping at the thought of being in Jack's position, and feeling that big blue cock stretching her open and pumping her full of cum.

Catching her breath, Jack looked over at Miranda, face glistening with the sweat of her exertions, and cocked an eyebrow. "Remember... what I said... before, cheerleader?" Jack asked, struggling to catch her breath as Samara's cock continued to throb and spew inside of her. "About how... getting another taste was going to cost you? Well, the mistress and I were talking earlier, and we figured out the best possible way to make sure that you've truly surrendered. To know you've really figured out that you're nothing but a dirty whore for big blue cock. You really want another taste, bitch?"

As Miranda frantically nodded, Jack glanced up at Samara, who slowly pulled her still-erect cock out of Jack's snatch. As the blue shaft of flesh left Jack's pussy, Miranda watched as cum began to squirt out of Jack's overflowing insides, spilling out from her twat and dripping down onto the couch cushions.

"Then eat it out of me," Jack said. "Every last drop, cheerleader."

An hour ago, the mere thought of being in the same room with a naked Jack, much less putting her face anywhere near Jack's crotch, would have been enough to make Miranda vomit up her breakfast. But in her current state, horny and desperate for another taste, there was less than a second of hesitation. Pushing herself across the observation lounge on her knees, Miranda quickly leaned down to plant her face between Jack's spread thighs.

"That's it, cheerleader," Jack said, reaching a hand down to work her fingers through Miranda's dark, sweat-soaked hair. "Lick it all up. Put that tongue to use on something else besides a bunch of bitchy comments."

Miranda ignored the taunts. Right now, all of her attention was focused on the cum dripping from Jack's snatch. Sticking out her tongue, she caught a trickle of the sticky white fluid dribbling out of Jack... and at the first taste she immediately felt herself start to cum. Even as the spasms of her powerful climax started to wrack her body, Miranda kept lapping up jizz. The cum that had already escaped Jack's twat at first, delaying the inevitable. But soon she was diving mouth-first into Jack's cunt. It was the first pussy she had ever eaten... ever even considered eating in her entire life. But if Samara's promises were true, Miranda knew it wouldn't be the last.

In that case, Miranda thought to herself, as she stuck her tongue as deep down into Jack's pussy as she could to slurp up Mistress Samara's cum, I'd better start getting some practice.

"Shit, cheerleader," Jack breathed, her fingers working through Miranda's hair and her hand pressing the horny Alliance officer's face down into her snatch. "You'd think you were an old pro at this. Keep this up and maybe you'll get a taste of my cum mixed in with the mistress's."

Miranda probed around and down into Jack's inner reaches with her tongue, pausing only to catch her breath before diving back into Jack's pussy. After a few minutes, Miranda realized that she had gotten all of Samara's cum as she could manage. And yet... she was still licking. Her tongue left the spread lips of Jack's labia, only to find itself flicking against the fleshy nub of Jack's clit. She wasn't licking up Samara's cum anymore. Now she was just eating Jack out... and loving every second of it.

Hearing Jack's taunts come to a stop, Miranda glanced up from between Jack's thighs to see her old nemesis with a mouthful of blue cock. Samara had walked around behind the couch, and Jack was craning her neck back in order to take Samara's shaft down her throat. Watching Jack work her mouth around Samara's cock, Miranda hoped with every fiber of her being that she would get her turn next.

After several minutes of vigorous oral action, Miranda's tongue starting to cramp from putting it to use on Jack's twat, Miranda glanced up to see that now-familiar strained expression on Samara's face. Jack's eyes went wide as Samara's cock began to spew again, sending what seemed like gallons of cum into her mouth and down her throat. Jack swallowed as much as she could, but soon cum was dripping from around Samara's cock in her mouth and onto Jack's cheeks and chin.

Samara pulled her cock out of Jack's mouth, the thick piece of asari meat just as hard and ready as it had been when Miranda had first walked into the room. Jack turned away from her mistress to look down at Miranda kneeling between her thighs. There was something a little silly about the way Jack looked: cheeks puffed out from the massive amount of cum that she still held inside her mouth. Then Jack pursed her lips down at Miranda, as if going in for a kiss, and Miranda realized what Jack was doing.

With a smile, Samara stroked her cock – slick with Jack's spit and pussy fluids – and watched as Jack opened her lips wide enough to allow a long, frothy mix of cum and spit dribble out of her mouth and down at the dark-haired woman between her legs. Without hesitation, Miranda opened her mouth and caught the gooey drippings on her tongue, keeping her head pointed up as more and more of the slimy snowball dripped down into her mouth. Jack's aim wasn't perfect, and some of the cum-spit mix ended up splattering on Miranda's face. But from the blissful, wide-open smile that Miranda wore as she opened her mouth to catch another expectoration from Jack's lips, she hardly seemed to mind.

Leaning back up on her knees and straightening her back, Miranda tilted her neck and moved in close to Jack's face. Grabbing Miranda by the cheeks, Jack brought her old enemy's mouth to hers. Their tongues slimily writhed against each other, as the two women swapped Samara's cum back and forth between their mouths. With each taste of the delicious fluids leaving and reentering her mouth, Miranda could feel herself cum again, and soon she found it difficult to even remain on her knees as climax after climax rocked her entire body with pleasure. By the time the two of them had swallowed down all the rest of Samara's second load, Miranda fell limply against Jack's naked body, the two satisfied women panting together as they came down from their shared climaxes. Almost unconsciously, Miranda's hand found Jack's tit, and Jack let out a low chuckle as Miranda began sucking on her nipple.

"So, Miranda," Samara said. "You've gotten another taste of what the Protheans have gifted me. After that... do you still want to suck my cock?"

Gasping for breath, Miranda pulled away from Jack's tit and looked up at her new mistress, answering without a moment's hesitation. "Yes, Mistress Samara. I want to suck your cock. I want to do whatever you desire of me. I'm yours to command."

"Very well. Then I ask you to do one thing for me. One final test to prove your loyalty to me. Once you have done that... then I will allow you the privilege of sucking my cock."

"Whatever you ask, Mistress," Miranda responded.

* * *

"Ah, there you are," Dr. Michel said as the door to the medbay opened. "I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten."

"Well, you know me, doc," Joker said as he stepped gingerly through the door into the medbay. "I try to head over here too fast, I'd just end up tripping over my own feet and give you a few broken bones to set, in addition to..." Joker paused and gave the doctor a sheepish smile. "Sorry, what was it you called me down for here again?"

Dr. Michel reached over to a side table and retrieved a small glass vial, sloshing around the green fluid inside. "Just a routine immune booster, nothing serious. The engineering team reported a minor contamination and I thought it would be prudent for the entire crew to pay me a visit."

"Makes sense. Hey, doc, while I'm here... maybe I should have you give me an eye exam on top of the immune booster thing," Joker said.

The doctor gave him a questioning look. "Have you been experiencing vision problems, Jeff?" she asked.

"I didn't think I was," Joker said. "But as I was coming out of the lift, I saw Miranda and Jack heading the other way. Walking side-by-side with each other, no hair-pulling or angry biotic assaults to be seen. Makes me think that maybe I'm seeing things."

Dr. Michel smiled at him. "Perhaps the two of them have finally settled their grudges."

"Those two? Think there's as much chance of that happening as there is of krogans and salarians getting together for a friendly tea party," Joker quipped. "Anyway, I guess hand that medicine of yours over so we can get this done. Being away from the Normandy's cockpit for more than fifteen minutes tends to make me kind of antsy."

"Of course," Dr. Michel said, passing him the vial. "Just swallow it all down, and you should be all set to join us."

Joker nodded. "Well, here goes... wait." He gave Dr. Michel an odd look. "What do you mean, 'join us?'"

Dr. Michel ran a hand through her red hair. "I meant... join the rest of the crew out in the mess hall."

"Yeah, that was another thing that made me think my eyes were going on me," Joker said. "What's everybody doing out there in the mess hall? Pretty sure that's almost the entire Normandy crew hanging out in there."

"The immune booster can occasionally have side effects," Dr. Michel explained. "Some light dizziness, the occasional bout of fatigue. Nothing serious, but I wanted to make sure everyone rested for a few minutes before heading back to their stations."

Joker stared at Dr. Michel. "Yeah, I guess. But... not telling you how to do your job or anything, but maybe you could have scheduled this better." He started turning towards the medbay window. "I mean, having every member of the crew away from their posts and..."

His words trailed off, as he looked out of the medbay into the mess hall area. Every single one of the assembled crew members was staring intently back at Joker through the glass. None of them talked, and their only movement was to fidget and pick at their uniforms. Almost if they were feeling constricted inside of their clothes. Seeing all of them staring into the medbay in silence, Joker was starting to get some serious horror movie vibes.

"Uh, Doc," Joker said quietly, almost afraid to move under the assembled glare of his shipmates. "What are they all looking at?"

"It's nothing," Dr. Michel said, reaching over to hit a button. The privacy shades immediately began lowering, cutting off the intense stares of the crew members outside. "They're probably just getting impatient because you're the last one."

"The last one to what?" Joker said, turning back to the ship's doctor.

"The last one to... take the immune booster," Dr. Michel quickly said. "Well, there are a few others, but she assures me that they're all... that they're alright."

Joker felt a chill run through him. "'She'? Doc, no offense, but this is all starting to creep me out a little. Maybe I'll take my chances without this immune booster thingy. Might just go the Tali route and seal myself inside a tight rubber suit instead."

"Nonsense, Jeff," Dr. Michel said. For a moment, Joker thought he heard a note of something in her voice. Panic or... desperation? But he was probably just imagining it. "The health and safety of this crew is my responsibility, and I would never do anything to harm you or anyone else on this ship. Now please... just drink the medicine and you can head back to the cockpit."

Joker was still feeling weirded out by all this, but he had no real logical reason to suspect Dr. Michel, or the rest of the crew, of anything. Finally, he took a deep breath. "Well, bottoms up, I guess," Joker said, tilting the vial of medicine back and swallowing down the green liquid inside. He winced at the familiar mediciney taste, although there was a hint of sweetness to it as well. "Alright, now that that's handled, I can... whoah!"

Dr. Michel rested a hand on his shoulder. "Jeff, is everything alright?"

"Everything... everything is..." Joker searched for the word to describe how he was feeling. Just seconds after swallowing down the medicine, Joker had felt a warm tingle spreading through his body. Starting down in his stomach and seeming to spread around through his entire body. It felt... good. Really good.

"Holy cow, doc! What was in that stuff?" he exclaimed, taking a deep breath and finding himself unable to resist the urge to grin.

"A few things," Dr. Michel said. "A little bit of mouthwash for coloring, some other chemicals we mostly use as placebos just to hide the flavor. Mostly, though... it was just our spit."

Joker nodded. "Yeah, don't know why I asked. Just a bunch of technical mumbo-jumbo that... wait, what?"

Dr. Michel grinned at him. "My spit, and Sam's too to start. A few of the other women added theirs to the mixture as well, once they'd been given their own medicine. Liara discovered that, after we were under the influence of her cum, if we kissed a man or woman or they were otherwise exposed to our saliva, that... well, that they would become one of us. So she had us bring all of the crew down here for more... testing. I had the men drink down some of our spit, and as for the women? Well... Liara was kind enough to allow me to... extract some of her semen to administer to the women."

"This... you making some kind of joke?" Joker asked, even as he felt his head start to swim. "Because I'm the expert on those around here, doc. And I gotta say... can't say that your first attempt is all that... that... funny..." Joker struggled to speak, leaning against a nearby bed in order to stay on his feet.

"It's no joke, Jeff," Dr. Michel said, stepping towards him. "You were one of the last ones on this ship still unaffected. But now that you've gotten a taste... I'm sure you're feeling it already. That warm feeling spreading throughout your entire body. Most of the men who came in here earlier told me about that feeling. Followed by the light-headedness. And not long after that..." she cast her eyes down, staring unabashedly at the crotch of Joker's uniform. "Well, I see the other effects are beginning as well."

Joker didn't have to look down to know what Dr. Michel was staring at. He could feel the painful press of his sudden erection rubbing against the inside of his uniform pants. "Doc, I don't know what's going on, but I think I... I better head to my bunk and..."

"Nonsense, Joker," Dr. Michel said. And as Joker watched with wide, shocked eyes, the smiling doctor reached down and began unbuckling the best of his uniform trousers. "Stay. As the Normandy's medic, I know what's best for all of the crew. And right now, there's only one thing that's going to make you feel better."

"Oh, jeez," Joker said, as Dr. Michel sank down to her knees, pulled his cock out of his open uniform, and opened her mouth. Joker had come down expecting a routine visit to the medbay, and now here he was: watching as the cute French doctor leaned in and started sucking his cock. It was like something out of one of his...

The realization hit Joker like a jolt of electricity. Dr. Michel pulled her mouth away from Joker's prick long enough to glance up at him. "Are you alright, Jeff? Why are you laughing?"

"I get it now," Joker said, shaking his head in disbelief at his own stupidity as he chuckled. "Dammit, I knew I should have gotten another cup of coffee before I went back to the cockpit. Just hope Shepard and Ash don't come back to see me sprawled out in the pilot's seat." When Dr. Michel still looked confused, Joker grinned at her. "It's a dream, of course. I fell asleep watching one of those dirty vids and now it's all part of my dream." He cocked his eyebrow at her and smirked. "Gotta admit... not the first dream like this I've had about you, doc. But definitely one of the most vivid."

"Oh, this is no dream, Jeff," Dr. Michel said with a sultry tone. Standing up, she walked back over to the privacy shade trigger and slapped her palm down on the button. "This is very, very real."

The dark shades rose back up into place, revealing the over-populated mess hall. But the crew members outside were no longer staring into the medbay. No, they were much too busy for that now.

To a man (and woman), every last one of them had stripped out of their uniforms, and were currently in the midst of a massive, crew-wide orgy. Men pounding women from behind. Women riding on top of men's cocks with blissful smiles. Women eating each other out and using toys on each other. Every sex position that could possibly be imagined, was being reenacted across every last inch of the Normandy mess hall.

"Yeah," Joker said, as he stared out at the carnal proceedings. "Definitely a dream."

There was no way that any of this could possibly be real. Only in a dream would Joker see Terri Bocelli pressed up against the bulkhead, with her lifelong enemy Nathan Waltman holding her up by the thighs and pounding his cock inside of her.

Only in a dream would he see Andrea Hartwell, who just yesterday had been talking about how much she was looking forward to her upcoming wedding to her high school sweetheart, down on her knees and sucking on one marine's cock while jerking off another.

And only in a dream would Joker see Belinda Tully, whom he had once overheard letting out a disgusted sound at the sight of two women kissing on the Citadel, locked in a sweaty 69 with Samantha Traynor.

And as if Joker needed any more proof, the biggest sign of all that none of this could possibly be happening in reality came strutting out of her office on the other side of the Normandy.

With a sultry shake to her hips, Liara walked out into the midst of the orgy, a wide grin on her face as she watched the humans fucking around her.

As Joker saw the outfit she was wearing, he gave a mental high-five to his subconscious mind. Because it had come up with an absolutely mind-blowing set of clothes to put Liara in: a black leather outfit with straps that crisscrossed Liara's torso, while leaving her large breasts exposed and hanging free. Accessorized with matching arm garments that ran from Liara's elbows to her wrists, and a pair of high-heeled, lace-up black boots that went up to Liara's knees, with fishnet hose poking out from underneath.

And of course, no panties. All the better for Liara's massive, 15-inch cock to dangle lewdly in the air.

Definitely a dream, Joker thought to himself again. Because in no reality that I live in would Liara ever own an outfit like that. Or have tits that big, come to think of it.

At the sight of her, and of it, several of the women in the orgy abruptly broke off from their partners and moved briskly towards Liara, jockeying to be the lucky one to sample her cock. Eventually, Liara settled the matter by leisurely pointing a finger at one of the women, and then another. The selected crewmembers quickly fell to their knees in front of Liara, each of them working their mouths along the sides of Liara's cock while stroking her huge, dangling balls.

As Joker watched the erotic proceedings out in the mess hall, he felt the warm wet sensation around his cock again. He looked back down to see Dr. Michel back on her knees, only now stripped completely naked, and happily sucking him off once again. After a moment, she pulled away from his prick long enough to smile up at him. "Still think this is a dream, Jeff?" she asked.

"Not a dream," he said, resting a hand on Dr. Michel's head as she went back to blowing him. "The best damn dream I have ever had in my entire life. Please, Joker... for the love of God, don't ever wake up."

* * *

She felt a hand on her shoulder, rousing her out of her sleep. "What... whozat?" Oriana muttered, opening her eyes to see the same pitch blackness that was behind her eyelids. "Randa, that you?"

"Nah, babe," she heard a familiar voice in the darkness. "It's me. Jack."

"Jack, what are you..." Oriana said, starting to sit up in bed.

"Shh, shh," she heard Jack in the darkness, and felt a hand holding her down, keeping her back pressed against the mattress. "Don't get up."

"Jack, you shouldn't be here," Oriana said. "If Miranda found you in here..."

"Don't worry about it, babe," Jack said quietly, her hand stroking Oriana's forehead in the dark. As Oriana's eyes started to adjust to the darkness, she could make out the vague shape of Jack kneeling next to the bed. "Me and Miranda... we had ourselves a chat while you were asleep. Worked things out between the two of us."

Oriana frowned. "You... you did? Jack, I gotta admit I have a hard time believing that."

"Oh, you'd be surprised how... open to new things Miranda can be when she's in the right frame of mind," Jack said with a soft laugh. "After I told her all about the two of us and our relationship, she said she had no problems with us being together."

Oriana let out a gasp. "Jack, you... you're really serious? She really said that?"

"Girl Scout's honor, babe," Jack said. "Can't say it was easy to get her to see things my way. But after a few... drinks, your sister loosened right up and gave us the go-ahead."

"Oh, Jack," Oriana said, feeling herself start to well up. "I'm so sorry about what I said. About the two of us not being serious. Because I... I was afraid. Afraid of what it meant to admit that I had real feelings for us. But now..."

Her words were interrupted by the sudden press of Jack's lips against hers. Oriana reached up to grab the back of Jack's head as she passionately returned Jack's kiss. She felt Jack's tongue slip inside of her mouth, and she eagerly met it with her own. By the time they pulled apart from the deep kiss, Oriana had to catch her breath.

"Don't worry about it, babe," Jack's voice said in the darkness. "All water under the bridge. But seeing as how you're already in bed... maybe we should take this chance to celebrate our happy reunion."

She felt Jack pulling back the covers. Underneath, Oriana was wearing only a cami shirt and her panties. "Jack, hold on," Oriana said, searching for Jack's silhouette in her pitch black quarters. "Miranda may have told you it's okay if the two of us date... but I think she'd draw the line at the two of us fucking in the quarters that she and I share."

"Don't worry about it, Ori," Jack said, while continuing to pull back the sheets, exposing more and more of Oriana's body. "Miranda's... busy with other stuff right now. Bunch of Normandy bullshit, said she'd probably have to spend hours cleaning it up."

"You sure?" Oriana asked the dark outline of Jack. "Because if she walked in and interrupted us in the middle..."

"Trust me, babe. Miranda definitely won't be interrupting anything that's about to happen in these quarters," Jack said. "Now, as much as I love the sound of your voice, would you just shut the fuck up, lay back, and let me work my magic on that pretty little cunt of yours?"

Oriana couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, when you talk to me all romantic like that, how can I refuse?" she said, laying her head back and staring up at the ceiling. The covers were now completely off of her half-naked body, and she moaned as she felt the crotch of her panties being slid aside to expose her pussy. "Oh, Jack," she gasped, as she felt the wetness of Jack's tongue start to brush against her throbbing clit. "This is so wonderful. That the two of us can be together... I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am right now."

"Give it some time, babe," Jack's voice said in the darkness. "Think in a little while you're going to be feeling even better."

After that, Jack went back to licking Oriana's snatch. And while Oriana was enjoying having her lover eat her out just as before, she couldn't help but notice that something felt different. Jack had been down between Oriana's legs enough times for Oriana to know her techniques, but what Jack was doing to her right now was all different. Faster and sloppier, it reminded her of a few "first-timers" she had picked up in the clubs back before she met Jack. Women who were just experimenting with Oriana, and had never even seen a pussy up close before besides their own, much less eaten it out. Too eager and too unskilled, that's how they had been... and that's how Jack's oral skills were seeming to Oriana right now.

Oriana didn't know what Jack was doing down there, but the way she was feeling right now, it didn't really matter. Her head was spinning, and had been ever since Jack had kissed her. Something about the taste of Jack's tongue in her mouth had been... Oriana didn't know how to describe it. She was probably just imagining things, high off the revelation that Miranda had given her blessing for Jack and Oriana to be together. That's what it was. Jack probably wasn't even doing anything different with her tongue either; just Oriana imagining things.

"I'm cumming, Jack," Oriana gasped after several minutes. Despite Jack's lackluster oral skills tonight, Oriana was surprised to find herself cumming so quickly. "Fuck, Jack... here it comes..." As her orgasm hit, Oriana arched her back and gasped, feeling her pussy gush and squirt as she climaxed. "Fuck, it's so... so good..." she moaned, feeling herself cumming harder than she could ever remember. She could feel the sheets soaked with sweat below her, and it was almost a minute before the waves of pleasure finally began to subside.

She heard a low chuckle from the foot of the bed. "Damn. I guess you really liked that, babe."

"Holy... shit," Oriana gasped, barely able to talk. "Jack, that was... fucking incredible. It's never felt like that before."

"You did great," Jack said, soft affection in her voice. "Even better than the last time."

Oriana looked up from the pillow in confusion. "Me? You're the one who did all the work, Jack. All I did was lay here."

"What?" Jack said from the blackness. "Oh, sorry, babe. I wasn't actually talking to you."

Oriana squinted in the darkness. "Jack, what are you..." she started to say. Then, as her eyes started to adjust more to the darkness, she let out a gasp.

She could see the silhouette of Jack at the foot of the bed. And kneeling next to her... was another form.

Frantically, Oriana reached over to the nightstand. After a few seconds of fumbling, she hit the switch on the small light there, and the room was dimly lit.

And when she looked back down at the foot of the bed, she could see Jack more clearly now. And kneeling next to her, face slick with Oriana's juices and with a lazy smile on her face, was Miranda.

"Isn't it great, Ori?" Miranda said, beaming at her sister from between Oriana's spread legs. "Now that I ate your pussy and made you cum like she asked, Mistress Samara said she'd let me suck her cock now!"
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