Belayed victory 2.0 (FemShep/clone!Shep) 7/?
anonymous
May 8 2014, 20:34:01 UTC
“I am afraid that you are severely overdressed for what I have in mind” the clone laughed. “Strip yourself… you can leave the underwear for now” she instructed.
Shepard obeyed and began to undress herself. Even after all that happened between the two of them and many sexual encounters later, Shepard still felt little uneasy about undressing herself in front of her clone. After all, this was a woman who tried to kill her… and nearly succeeded.
When she finished her undressing, she had only a bra and her panties left. The clone smirked as her eyes roamed over her body. Another thing that always unnerved her.
The clone stepped to her and began posing her hands into correct positions. She then snapped the metal rings on both of her wrists before attaching chains to them. She took one of the chains and attached it to the vault’s girder located in the intersection of the wall and ceiling. Then she did the other chain. In the end, she tightened both chains, forcing Shepard’s arms into spread-eagle position.
Groping her body on her way down (and paying particular attention to her soaked panties), she placed the ankle restraints on her. They were two metallic loops for her ankles with a solid bar between them, forcing her legs slightly apart, but not uncomfortably so.
Finally, she fastened the chains to her ankle restraints and attached them to the girders at the floor.
Shepard tested her new setup. It allowed her to shuffle in a very small spot on the floor but she could not raise her feet of the ground more than few centimeters and she could not move her upper body.
After the clone finished restraining her, she double checked and then triple checked Shepard’s bindings. She smirked when she realized that the commander was indeed completely helpless.
Then without a word, the clone went behind her to her discarded clothes and checked her pockets.
“Eh, what are you doing?” Shepard asked, barely able to turn her head to see the clone going through her clothes and slightly confused now.
The clone did not answer as she took Shepard’s omni-tool and shut it off.
“Hey, that’s an emergency channel!” Shepard protested from her restrained position.
“You won’t need it again” the clone finally whispered as she went in front of Shepard and began to scan commander’s body with her own omni-tool.
Shepard just stared at her until she finished. At that point, she folded her arms on her chest and released a sigh as if great pressure was taken of her.
“Commander Jane Shepard… let me get few things straight,” the clone said, her entire demeanor changed and Shepard fidgeted in her bonds.
“You met me a month ago at which point I tried to kill you and your crew and to take your ship from you…” the clone spoke, the malice Shepard heard from her when she tried to stomp on her head earlier this evening returning to her voice again.
“You stopped me from that plan…” the clone said bitterly, frowning at Shepard. “Good for you”
“But then, instead of killing me, you bought a ridiculous sob story from me and made me part of your crew” a smile appears on her lips again when she sees Shepard’s mouth open in surprise.
“More than that. You were so perverted that you allowed me to turn you into my sexual slave… my bitch” she was laughing now.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Shepard hissed.
“Speak only when spoken to, slut!” the clone screamed and backhanded Shepard across her face. “I am done playing nice with you… do you hear me?! DONE!”
When she calmed herself, she continued. “Finally, this beautiful evening, you let me take you back to the place where I almost had you killed the first time… and you allowed me to render you completely helpless” the clone laughed as she slapped Shepard over her ass, watching the commander impotently struggle with her restraints.
“You went here with me - no backup, no one knowing where you went, not even a bloody tracking beacon on you!”
“So my question is…” the clone said and drew out her battle knife, casually pressing it to Shepard’s throat who was no cold with fear.
“…how could you be…?” she slapped her over her ass after every word. “…THIS… FUCKING… STUPID?” the clone screamed as three loud slaps echoed through the vault.
Shepard obeyed and began to undress herself. Even after all that happened between the two of them and many sexual encounters later, Shepard still felt little uneasy about undressing herself in front of her clone. After all, this was a woman who tried to kill her… and nearly succeeded.
When she finished her undressing, she had only a bra and her panties left. The clone smirked as her eyes roamed over her body. Another thing that always unnerved her.
The clone stepped to her and began posing her hands into correct positions. She then snapped the metal rings on both of her wrists before attaching chains to them. She took one of the chains and attached it to the vault’s girder located in the intersection of the wall and ceiling. Then she did the other chain. In the end, she tightened both chains, forcing Shepard’s arms into spread-eagle position.
Groping her body on her way down (and paying particular attention to her soaked panties), she placed the ankle restraints on her. They were two metallic loops for her ankles with a solid bar between them, forcing her legs slightly apart, but not uncomfortably so.
Finally, she fastened the chains to her ankle restraints and attached them to the girders at the floor.
Shepard tested her new setup. It allowed her to shuffle in a very small spot on the floor but she could not raise her feet of the ground more than few centimeters and she could not move her upper body.
After the clone finished restraining her, she double checked and then triple checked Shepard’s bindings. She smirked when she realized that the commander was indeed completely helpless.
Then without a word, the clone went behind her to her discarded clothes and checked her pockets.
“Eh, what are you doing?” Shepard asked, barely able to turn her head to see the clone going through her clothes and slightly confused now.
The clone did not answer as she took Shepard’s omni-tool and shut it off.
“Hey, that’s an emergency channel!” Shepard protested from her restrained position.
“You won’t need it again” the clone finally whispered as she went in front of Shepard and began to scan commander’s body with her own omni-tool.
Shepard just stared at her until she finished. At that point, she folded her arms on her chest and released a sigh as if great pressure was taken of her.
“Commander Jane Shepard… let me get few things straight,” the clone said, her entire demeanor changed and Shepard fidgeted in her bonds.
“You met me a month ago at which point I tried to kill you and your crew and to take your ship from you…” the clone spoke, the malice Shepard heard from her when she tried to stomp on her head earlier this evening returning to her voice again.
“You stopped me from that plan…” the clone said bitterly, frowning at Shepard. “Good for you”
“But then, instead of killing me, you bought a ridiculous sob story from me and made me part of your crew” a smile appears on her lips again when she sees Shepard’s mouth open in surprise.
“More than that. You were so perverted that you allowed me to turn you into my sexual slave… my bitch” she was laughing now.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Shepard hissed.
“Speak only when spoken to, slut!” the clone screamed and backhanded Shepard across her face. “I am done playing nice with you… do you hear me?! DONE!”
When she calmed herself, she continued. “Finally, this beautiful evening, you let me take you back to the place where I almost had you killed the first time… and you allowed me to render you completely helpless” the clone laughed as she slapped Shepard over her ass, watching the commander impotently struggle with her restraints.
“You went here with me - no backup, no one knowing where you went, not even a bloody tracking beacon on you!”
“So my question is…” the clone said and drew out her battle knife, casually pressing it to Shepard’s throat who was no cold with fear.
“…how could you be…?” she slapped her over her ass after every word. “…THIS… FUCKING… STUPID?” the clone screamed as three loud slaps echoed through the vault.
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