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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 26022 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CONTENT WARNING: Bloodplay/knifeplay; if you find it too squicky, nobody will blame ya. Feel free to skip this and jump to Chapter 10. More notes about this will be at the end of the story.
Miranda felt like her brain was frying. There was a lot of heat, searing pain, her vision turning red until she couldn’t see at all. Sounds became muffled, everything distant. Her muscles contracted, her whole body froze.
Then she heard a small pop and it was over. Something wet sprayed on her and the pressure, the needles, the cramp was gone and she fell into the blankets like a ragdoll. Basic reflexes kicked in and even as she couldn’t stop moaning, she feebly crawled off the bed, dragging a blanket with her as she fell off on the other side. The floor was pleasantly cool. She’ll just rest here for a while.
Rough hands woke her, someone grabbed her arm roughly, and started dragging her. She held onto the blanket just in case. Her vision returned and the voices became louder, sharper. Also, the mother of all migraines was descending on her. There was a constant buzzing in the back of her mind.
Shepard was dragging her on the floor like a sack, talking to her, but she couldn’t make out the words. She felt wetness on her head and shoulders. The blanket was spotted with purple stains. The door hissed and she was unceremoniously dumped on the corridor. She pulled herself up against the wall, clutching the blanket in front of her. She realized she was naked, apart from the thigh-highs.
Her eyes darted around, trying to figure out who was around. Her vision was blurry, hard to keep her eyes open from the throbbing pain, but based on the shapes and movements, the corridor was empty so far. Not that she knew what to do—
Tali! She had to find Tali and ask her to make the pain go away like last time. She clung onto that thought and with her jaw clenched tight, she tried to stand. It didn’t quite work, so she half crawled, half slid along the wall, one hand grabbing the spotty blanket around her, the other sliding along the wall, clinging onto everything for support.
With a bewildered expression, staring half-blind around her, turning her head like a bird to see her way in her narrowed field of vision, she stumbled down the stairs towards engineering. There might have been crewmen in the early shift passing by and staring at her. Or maybe she imagined it.
She almost made it to the door to engineering before she collapsed on the floor. She just couldn’t keep her eye open. She crawled to the door and tapped on it with her palm. Some time later the door hissed open and a surprised quarian gasped at her visitor. She quickly crouched down and touched Miranda’s shoulder.

“Can you hear me? What happened?”

“Tali,” Miranda sighed, trying to claw at the collar. She didn’t even know how she must have looked, disheveled, ruffled hair, red eyes, wrapped in a blanket with someone’s blood on it. “Hurts—” she managed.
The quarian was quick to catch on. She took a quick look at the collar, checking the readouts on her omnitool and darted back behind the door.
Tali returned with the same device she used in the medbay and attached it to the collar. She tapped her omnitool and the device. There was a shocking jolt that made Miranda jump and groan in pain and then a low humming and the human woman’s face began to relax.

“Sorry. Had to reset the thing. I couldn’t take it off,” she explained.
Miranda started to breathe regularly, slow, deep breaths, eyes still closed but her whole body seemed to finally cool down, muscles relaxing. After a minute or so of quiet groans and sighs, she sat up, pulled her knees to her chin and sunk deeper into the blanket.

“Thank you.” Miranda sighed and opened her eyes to look at Tali.

The quarian girl lifted a hand up, partly to wave it off, but partly to keep her at bay. She was still unnerved by the last time she thanked her, and she didn’t want the incident repeating. Miranda couldn’t be bothered to notice.
“What happened?” Tali asked, poking at the blanket. “That’s asari blood—”

“I-I think Shepard— I think he shot Liara.” Miranda muttered before resting her forehead on her knees.

“Keelah! Is she—” she tried not to sound hopeful.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Miranda slowly shook her head. She looked up at Tali. “They argued over—”
“Would you look at that,” came a sarcastic voice from the side, a shadow looming over them. Both of them shivered and looked up. “It looks like, Tali caught a spy.”
“Kaidan!” Tali hissed, and jumped back a little.

“It’s all right, Tali” Alenko growled. He sounded like he was woken up from his sleep, grumpy. “You did good.”

“N-no, it’s—” she blabbered, visibly panicked but trying to explain nonetheless. “She just— Her collar needed adjusting. She didn’t do anything.”

Kaidan looked down at them with cloudy eyes. Maybe he really just woke up. Miranda noticed Tali’s panic and looked up at Kaidan, trying to find out why was the quarian afraid.
“Because you caught her in time,” the biotic said soothingly, reaching down to pat Tali’s head. The quarian tried not to flinch away.

“I— Liara was shot—” Miranda tried to explain.

Kaidan just glared at her.

“You can go now, Tali. I’ll take care of this,” he said quietly.

Tali only hesitated for a second, shooting an apologetic glance at Miranda before standing up.

“Of course,” she muttered and slunk away.

Alenko waited until she was gone and even after that he just stood silently, looking down at Miranda. She tore her gaze away from his face and looked at the floor, trying to shrink smaller.
“Is this blood?” The biotic asked, poking the blanket with his shoe. “Asari blood,” he answered his own question. “Did you kill her?”

Miranda’s eyes went wide and looked up at him.

“N-no,” she replied shaking her head, immediately looking away.

“We’ll see about that,” he grumbled and reached down to grab her arm and pull her up. She stood on wobbly feet, leaning against the wall, desperately looking around for help.
He started pulling her with him to a pile of crates stacked in one corner of the hangar bay, close to the requisition desk. There was a small bench here, too with tools scattered around. She looked around like a trapped deer, looking for signs of danger or ways to escape. He made her stand against the wall of crates, taking hold of her shoulders. She was clutching the blanket to her chest, shivering.
“So,” Alenko said in a slurry voice, rubbing her shoulders and moving his hands down along her arms. “I understand, you’re a spy.”

She risked looking at him. His eyes looked sleepy, but she knew that stare. It was the same squinting that she was making whenever her headache was getting worse. She read about his condition in his file. L2 migraines.

“N-no. I’m not a spy. Wasn’t spying.” She said, hopefully in a steady voice.

He snorted.

“Bullshit. You’re Alliance Intelligence.”

She shook her head, her gaze darting back and forth between his face and the hangar bay.

“Not any more,” she whispered.
Kaidan reached for her wrists resting between her breasts, where she clutched the blanket. He started to pull them away. Miranda resisted a little at first, but she was too exhausted and didn’t want to provoke any more punishments today. She did press her lips together and glared back at Kaidan, but not as strictly as she once could. The blanket slowly fell away, and he stretched her hands out straight and level with her shoulders.
“Yeah. Not any more.” The biotic remarked and pressed her arms against the crates. He looped her wrists into the harnesses holding the crates in place, the wide, plastic straps digging into her skin. With her hands stretched out, her chest pressed out prominently, the roundness of her perfectly sized breasts more obvious. The strain thinned her waist, her legs looked leaner and even more shapely in the delicate fabric of the thigh-highs. All this was seemingly lost on Kaidan. He looked her over, licking his lips, but he was not interested.
Miranda watched as he reached for the workbench and her eyes went wide when he picked up a knife and lifted it to her face.

“Oh, god,” she whispered.
Alenko looked into her eyes over the tip of the blade, his dark gaze radiating pain and promising suffering. Miranda started to shiver, but not because of the cool air of the hangar bay. She stared at the blade and couldn’t tear her gaze away.

“We’re gonna have a little chat. I ask, you answer, yes?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” The flat of the blade was pressed against her cheek and started to travel down her neck.
“Please,” Miranda whispered. “It’s not necessary. I’m just—”

“Hush,” Alenko whispered, touching her lips. “Haven’t asked yet.” The blade reached her breast and rested on top of one of the lush curves. She was still staring at it.
The silence stretched on, and Miranda was shivering uncontrollably, her gaze darting between the blade on her breast and Kaidan’s dull expression, his gaze going in and out of focus, like he was having an inner conversation. His other hand absently slid down to her other breast and started fondling her.

“Great body. Built for seduction... Did you?” He looked up at Miranda, who stared back with a bewildered gaze.

“W-what?”

“Seduce Shepard?”

“N-no.”

Kaidan snorted. “Sure.”

Miranda shuddered. They had no idea how mental Alenko really was. She didn’t expect this. The cool touch of the blade reached her thighs, that made her flinch. He finished mapping out her body and he seemed to find his focus. He guided the knife along her arm.

“Did you kill Liara?” He asked, looking into her eyes.

“No.” She shook her head, trying to look at his face.
Kaidan grimaced and not even looking, slowly pulled the knife across her lower arm, cutting a thin, diagonal line into her skin, just enough to draw blood. Miranda jerked and clenched her teeth.

“No, please. I didn’t—” she hissed.

“Who sent you, huh?” Kaidan asked, nostrils flaring at the sight of the blood trickling down her arm.

Miranda groaned desperately. She suspected that he won’t stop there, and her answers were not really going to matter. She had to try though.

The biotic put the blade higher up her arm.
“Nobody! Please, you don’t have to do this—” her voice faltered as he cut her again. She whimpered, trying to pull away, tugging at her restraints. “Please!”

“Then stop lying, bitch!” Alenko hissed. “How did you get on the ship?!”

“I-uh, I was captured— aaah, please! Stop!” He made another sharp cut on her upper arm now. It burned, she felt warm blood trickling down her skin. She looked at her arm, shaking, struggling. The cuts were not deep, yet, they just hurt. The knife moved closer to her shoulder.
“Captured, huh? That’s it?” Kaidan smirked

“Y-yes.”

“So. Again. Who sent you?” He cut her arm faster this time, surprising her, making her cry out.

“Ah! The Alliance! The Alliance! I was sent to capture Shepard!” she cried, staring at the bloody knife mesmerized. This didn’t make sense to her. Shepard already knew everything, Jacob ratted them out. There was no point in trying to torture her for information they already knew. But then again, Alenko seemed to be lost in his own world.
“See? Now we’re getting somewhere.” He purred, looking into her eyes. “Now just tell me, who sent you?” He repeated the question, leaning closer. The tip of the knife pressed against her shoulder.

“W-what?” Miranda blinked, confused. It was a mistake. The knife bit into her shoulder and dug down across her collarbone. She whined, closing her eyes, jerking away. “Uh- Me! It was my idea! Please, stop—”

Kaidan shook his head in disappointment. He pressed the knife to her skin under the collarbone on the other side and cut her over her breast. It was still just superficial, but it burned more. She cried out this time, looking down, watching as drops of blood trickled along the curves of her chest.

“Noble.” Alenko hissed. “Don’t cover for your superiors!”

“Ash! Ashley Williams!” she blurted out between sobs.
Kaidan smirked, leaning back to admire his handiwork. It was mesmerizing to see the red cuts and the little trickles of dark, red blood highlighting the curves of her heaving breasts. The smell of blood and fear... He licked his lips slowly.

“Now, that’s better.”
Miranda was getting dizzy, every breath a small hiss. She stared down at her chest and all she could think was it’s okay, it’s okay, just scratches, nothing a little medigel won’t fix, which made her even more disgusted at herself. Alenko already got what he wanted from her. She ratted out her girlfriend and all she could think was her own body. It was over. She wanted it to be over, anyway.
But Kaidan had other plans.
“Nice tattoo.” Alenko snickered. “I like Liara’s sense of humour.” His free hand slid down to feel up her belly and trace the lines of the tattoo. Miranda tried to stay motionless and not pull away, looking at Kaidan’s face. “Quite the career.”
She almost said “fuck you”, but in the end just stared at him through a curtain of black hair. Another mistake. He took her glare as defiance and slashed across her belly. The most painful one so far, she felt it cut deeper. She threw her head back and gasped. Kaidan squinted at her, rubbing his temple with the knife in his hand, trying to chase away his headache.
“Please. You don’t have to— you can— you can use me,” she lifted her gaze and stared into Kaidan’s eyes. She wanted the pain to stop.
“I can?” Kaidan snorted. Like it was up to her. “Did Shepard set you up for this?” He asked suspiciously, looking around.

Miranda let her head drop with a sigh. Kaidan was paranoid beyond belief. Once he confirmed one suspicion, he moved on to a new one.

“Yes,” she whispered. There was another sharp pain across the side of her ribs, stopping under her breast. She moaned weakly. She was just glad she didn’t scream out so far.

“What was that?!” Alenko snarled.

“Shepard sent me! Yes! He sent me!”
“Lovely.” He sneered, stepping closer.

Miranda rested the back of her head on the crates, looking away, lips pressed tight. Her cuts burned.

A hand touched her sex. She jumped a little.

“And why did he send you?”

“For- uh, for you to... to use me,” she managed through clenched teeth. She forced herself to look into his eyes.

It was not enough. She felt the cut over her hips, on her side, angling downwards towards her lap. She whimpered and slammed her head back against the crates.

“Fuck! To fuck me!” she moaned.
Alenko snickered, two of his fingers running over her torso, drawing smeared patterns on her pale skin with her blood. It made her shiver in disgust, but he could feel the biotic’s hand tremble in excitement. It didn’t bode well, she thought. His words confirmed.

“We’re getting there,” he breathed, licking his fingers and cupping her sex with it. She had to close her eyes. “Fucktoy.”
He drew another red line across her hip, making her whimper. “That’s what you are, yes?”

“Y-yes,” she said and jumped when he cut her thigh. “Fucktoy! Yes!” she hissed. “Please—”

“Please what?”

“Uh, puh-lease... fuck me... aaah!” An other slash on her thighs. “Sir?” She added in a trembling voice. Her legs started to give in. She started to sink lower, arms stretching. She was shivering so bad now, she couldn’t keep her head still, but she kept looking straight ahead, holding her head up.

“Because you are...?”

“Ah, f-fucktoy...”

“Aaaand?”

“Aaah! I d-don’t know! Please!” Miranda hissed, squeezing her legs together, trapping his hand that groped her mound. He moved to her other thigh, making a diagonal cut across the front. Her eyelids started to feel heavy.

“Beg.” He leaned close to her, “Repeat after me,” he growled and started whispering into her ear.

“I-I’m the-the ship’s wh-whore,” she muttered, whining as he started to slowly cut her thigh again. She continued louder in a quivering voice. “P-please f-fuck... ahh, fuck me,” she exhaled, closing her eyes tight. “Use... my- my body to- to puh-please... god, please, aaah. To please you.”

“Good girl,” Kaidan purred into her ear, and stood back. Miranda relaxed a bit, and made an effort to open her eyes. She needed to look him in the eye. She wanted to hold on as long as she could, even as she felt the building tension in her chest, her throat tightening. She was seconds away from breaking down and she knew once her tears really start flowing, she won’t be able to stop. Maybe she wanted him to feel guilt. Or pity.
False hope. He stared back at her with dark eyes, the toll of his migraine evident in the twitch of his eyes, his heavy eyelids. She had bad luck, she decided as she tried to focus on his features through her tears. Probably his meds wore off and they woke him up before he could take his morning dosage.
It was her fault, really, she thought as she tried to keep standing and stop the damn shivering that made her teeth clatter. She shouldn’t have provoked Liara, even though the asari came really close to kill her in the bedroom, which was Miranda’s plan. Clearly, her fault, especially the backfire. She didn’t anticipate that. The conflict between Shepard and his lover. She missed most of it, but Shepard was forced to shoot, wasn’t he? It didn’t matter now. It was her fault, she was sure of it. She gave in.
She looked at Kaidan, trying to keep her eyes open. She was waiting for his next instructions. To deal out her punishment. Kaidan murmured something under his breath, head tilted, his eyes unfocused, lost in his thoughts again. He started to run his fingers across her wounds, almost gently as he continued to draw red patterns on her skin. She twitched involuntarily each time his fingers touched a cut.
She realized she has been whispering, repeating a mantra, almost like a prayer “I’m a fucktoy a whore please fuck me use my body to please you,” over and over again. She heard Kaidan breathing louder and heavier and suddenly she felt him grab the back of her thighs and lifted her legs off the ground. She sagged in her restraints for a second, making her whimper, but then she felt something warm and firm between her legs and it slowly pushed inside her. She exhaled slowly, her hip rising, the tension easing on her arms.
Kaidan’s lap was touching her thighs, as he slowly started to pump his hip, almost gently, his long strokes and his moans speaking of pleasure. She felt him fill her smoothly, her flesh wrapping around him painfully at first but quickly accommodating. She felt every single stroke, his bumps and the tip brushing her deepest places. She moaned involuntarily after each thrust. She was whispering thank yous, her eyes trained at him but unfocused, drifting off.
He held her up, watched the sway of her blood-smeared breasts as he steadily thrust into her. It was the smell of blood that did it, and the way the red patterns textured her pale, smooth skin, making her curves more alive than when it was smooth, void of imperfections.
He came inside her with a shudder, slamming his forehead against the crates, over her shoulder as he caught his breath. Licking the coppery taste off of her skin, panting, he blindly reached for the knife. Time to finish this.
There was a hand on his wrist, stopping him from plunging the blade into her side. It was strong, almost breaking his arm.

“That’s enough, brother,” Shepard whispered behind him, taking the knife from her. Kaidan blinked, the haze lifting from his mind. The pleasure chased away the migraine for a while, so now he could think clearly. He let her legs slip down onto the floor, but she had no strength left to stand. She whimpered as he pulled out of her with a soft, wet sound, sliding lower, held up only by her wrists tangled in the straps.
Kaidan staggered back and looked at his handiwork, like he saw it for the first time. He made a mess of the woman, apparently. His thoughts were just starting to align up and realized she was a person, she even seemed familiar. He blinked rapidly, rubbing his eyes. She looked gorgeous. At least she must have been, until he cut her up and dribbled symbols on her body with her own blood. She looked like a perversion now, some nightmare painting. Her head lowered, hair disheveled, arms stretched in a V now, legs buckled under her she looked like an angel turned into an abomination. Her delicate curves looked like pure sin now, with the symbol of Normandy prominent above her sex. Did he mangle her? As far as he could tell, he didn’t.
“Take your meds, Kaidan.” Shepard’s hand was on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. Kaidan nodded and staggered back towards his cabinet.
There was something off with Shepard, though. He never got mad at him or argued with him, his calm voice always chased away his worst demons. But now, he actually had serious reason to do so. Still, he didn’t. He just stepped over, holding the girl in one arm until he freed her wrists, then lowering her to the floor. Her eyes were still open, staring into nothing, and she was still muttering thank yous as Shepard wrapped her in the bloody blanket.
Oh, yes, the blanket. Purple bloodstains.

“Liara?” Kaidan croaked, while Shepard stood up, the girl collected in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder.

Shepard shook his head slowly.

“Gone.”

Kaidan nodded curtly and stared dumbly as Shepard walked past him towards the elevator. He heard Miranda whispering “I’m sorry” over and over again.

He stood there for a long minute, lost in his thoughts, fiddling with his medicine in his hand, the headache slowly creeping back in.

“Miranda—” he whispered. That’s right! That was her name! He knew she was familiar. What the hell did he just do?! He shook his head, and growling in frustration he quickly swallowed down his pills.
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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus