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MASS EFFECT KINK MEME
PART II
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PART II
Wow, I never expected this thing to take off like it did! Thank you so much to everyone who contributed to the first post. New prompts and fills should be posted here. Please refrain from posting new prompts in the old post, thanks.
I think you guys know the drill by now but just in case:
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Shepard unhooked the chain attaching Miranda to the bed but left her hands linked together. She grabbed Miranda’s face in one hand, fingernails digging into her cheek. “Now, if I release your hands, will you behave?”
“Yes Mistress,” Miranda replied through clenched perfectly white teeth.
“Good, good, you’re a fast learner,” Shepard released Miranda from her chains and Miranda rubbed her aching wrists to get some feeling in them. “We’re going around the ship, and you’re going to show every single crew member your luscious body and let them know you’ll be available for all of their, ah, needs. You will keep your shoulders back, arms behind you, and say yes sir or ma’am to every single person we see.”
“Oh I almost forgot, put these on.” Shepard threw a pair of red high heeled shoes, with ribbons that laced around her legs almost up to the knee. Miranda idly thought that they should be on someone who was dancing on a pole. She laced them around her long legs quickly.
Shepard yanked the leash hard, and Miranda to avoid choking, had to scramble off the bad and into a standing position. Shepard turned, and started toward the door, Miranda trailing, leashed and naked, behind her. The heels made her ass jut out and tits jiggle and sway when she walked, Shepard noted. She looked like pure sex, her body MADE for this. One did not create such a perfect body such as hers and keep it clothed. No, Shepard was doing the world a service by keeping this creature naked for all to enjoy.
They exited the cabin and entered the elevator. Shepard had a dangerous smile on her face and Miranda felt a cold sinking feeling in her stomach. This was actually happening, she thought. Shepard owns me now, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Miranda was paraded slowly around the CIC, the cockpit, “Can I have her now, Commander?” Joker called after them. “No, Joker, not yet,” Shepard replied, mock reproachfully, a sly smile playing on her face as she lead Miranda out of the cockpit.
She was led through the lab, the armory, cheeks burning in humiliation. Hands fondled her breasts and ass, sometimes soft and caressing, “Human skin intriguing. Further study needed.” and sometimes harsh and punishing, “I’m gonna have fun tearing up that Cerberus pussy, get some payback for all the shit I endured.” Miranda angered at the thought of the tattooed psycho ordering her around like she was better than her, the little freak than ran around with strategically placed straps for a top.
Miranda’s stubbornness raised an ugly head and stared Jack straight in the face, “Fuck you,” she shouted, and accompanied it with a large wad of spit aimed at Jack’s face. It hit her straight between the eyes, and slowly slid down her face. Jack reached up and wiped it away, tendrils of biotic charge starting to emate from her. “You bitch!” she cried angrily.
Shepard quickly crossed the small distance between them, and with lightening quickness before Jack could retaliate, backhanded Miranda hard across the face. Miranda reeled and almost fell over, but quickly regained her balance, face burning with pain and shame.
“You’ll pay for that,” Shepard said, sternly, but almost happily. She’d been looking for a reason to truly punish Miranda, as she had given up much too easily for Shepard’s liking. No, there was still some resolve, some last vestige of an ego holding out in Miranda, she knew, and Shepard was going to find it and beat it out of her. “You need to be reminded who makes the decisions here.”
Shepard approached the galaxy map and taking the slack up in the leash, yanked her slave up the steps. “Kneel, slut, and stay there.” Miranda quickly kneeled in the raised platform, and Shepard hoisted herself up on the inclined station. “You’re gonna lick my pussy for as long as I say so, and Jack here is going to whip you with her belt till your ass is the most delicious shade of red, so every time you try to sit down you’ll be reminded about what you did.” Miranda had never, ever, been with another woman. Not that she hadn’t been propositioned, but that just wasn’t her inclination. Now it seemed, she had no choice in the matter.
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Shepard leaned back on the workstation and unbuttoned the tight leather pants. “What are you waiting for, a welcoming committee? Take off my boots and pants and get to work!”
Miranda jumped out of her thoughts and quickly unzipped the leather boots and pulled them off Shepard’s feet. Shepard lifted her ass off the table to aid in Miranda’s removing of her pants. Underneath, she wore a brief black lace thong that contrasted nicely with her pale skin. Miranda reached up to remove it, and was stopped by firm hands encircling each of her wrists.
“Nope, sweetheart, no hands this time,” Shepard cooed seductively.
Miranda had no choice but to bow her head into Shepard’s crotch and gently grab the lace with her teeth. She dragged them down off of her hips and came to rest at her ankles. “Good job, baby, you’re a natural.” She took a first tentative swipe with her tongue at Shepard’s pussy, and wiggled it in between her nether lips. Miranda knew what she liked to have done, so she tried to imitate that by gently parting Shepard’s pussy lips, and teasing the outside of her hole. She swirled her tongue around it for a while, then swept up to bathe the engorged nub that sat at the top. Shepard gasped and clamped the back of Miranda’s head to her pussy, effectively immobilizing her. Shepard ground her pussy sharply into Miranda’s face as she tried to keep licking the nub.
Jack, you ready to teach this bitch a lesson in talking back to her betters?” Shepard called lustily, and Jack strolled over and with pure malice glinting in her eye, pulled her belt from the waistband of her pants, and snapped it loudly in her hands. “She’s a terrific pussy licker, you should try her out sometime.”
“Hell yeah, Shepard, I will. Have you given any thought to giving her a tattoo? She is your property now, I think a ‘Shepard’s slut’ in a heart on her ass would look fantastic,” Jack caressed the shape of her ass with one hand, dragging down to push between her lips, rammed a finger roughly into Miranda’s hole. “This ass is just too perfect. We need to mess it up a little.” Dread ran through Miranda’s stomach. They were gonna do WHAT with her? They wouldn’t actually mark her, would they? Miranda panted against Shepard’s pussy, trying to stay focused. “This bitch is soaking wet already.”
Her thoughts were interrupted by the first full strength swap of leather on her backside. “Owww,” she cried into Shepard’s pussy, inspiring Shepard to grind harder into her face to stifle the sound. “Get back to work, slut. The faster you make me cum, the less lashes Jack is going to put on your pretty behind.” Jack emphasized this point with another sharp lash, this time to her thighs, and the pain rippled through her legs.
“Don’t get her too excited, this is supposed to be punishment,” Shepard said between groans.
“This isn’t my first rodeo, Shepard. I know how to put little uppity bitches in their place.” Jack accentuated this point with another sharp thwap of the leather to the bottom half of Miranda’s left buttock. Pain laced through her backside and she arched further into Shepard’s crotch with a strangled scream. Shepard let out a low moan and was coming against Miranda’s busy mouth, fingers locked around the back of her head, “Ahhhhh,” she cried, riding Miranda’s face for all it was worth.
Shepard lay back panting for a minute. “Well that was a definite improvement in attitude over earlier, Miranda. There may be hope for you yet.” She pulled her pants and boots and examined Jack’s handiwork. Six nicely spaced red welts trailed over the genetically engineered to be perfect ass, and it made Shepard pleased to no end. She would have trouble sitting down for at least a few days.
Shepard retrieved the end of the leash still attached to Miranda.
“Come on, slut, I’ve made a few changes to your office to better suit your new occupation. Let’s go have a look.”
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Part 3a
“Ms. Lawson,” Miranda noticed that EDI no longer used her official title when addressing her. I guess Shepard made the demotion official, she thought. I deserve everything that’s happening to me, she thought sadly, after trying to play God with another human being. Although, and she hated to admit this to herself, but she was actually kind of liking not having a stressful, important job.
“Joker requires your presence in the cockpit, and,” EDI sounded reluctant to say the next part, if hesitancy was an attribute an AI could attain, “he said that you’d better get your sweet ass up there now for the ride of your life. Although I think the last part was not meant for me to repeat…”
“Thank you EDI, that’s enough.” Miranda said frostily, as if the AI was the only person (thing?) she could boss around now, which, she noted, was unfortunately true. She left her office, which had been completely remodeled into a lounge, her desk and computer area replaced with overstuffed couches and chairs with a bar in the corner. Her bed area had now a privacy curtain installed, she assumed, for when she was entertaining guests. They could come and go at their leisure, using her room, HER room, as a damn after work bar.
She headed for the elevator, cursing the frosty temperatures that the Normandy was kept at. Maybe she could convince Shepard to let her wear a little bit of clothing. Surely Miranda catching a cold would be bad for her duties? After what felt like as year, she exited the elevator and strolled through the CIC, catching eye contact with Kelly as she passed by her station. Kelly winked and waggled her fingers as Miranda sashayed by on her heels. “Good luck up there, sweetie, Joker’s been looking forward to you.” Kelly catcalled.
Joker rotated around from his console and reclined back in his pilot’s chair, “"Hey gorgeous," he leaned back and appraised the woman standing in front of him, arms laced behind her, shoulders back, high breasts proudly jutting out. "What took you so long? I told EDI to get you over 10 minutes ago!"
“The elevator is too goddamn slow, Mr. Moreau,” she managed to make the name sound like an insult.
How dare he of all people, talk down to her? Her eyes narrowed as she waited silently for his orders.
“It’s cool, you can make it up to me," he said cockily, not missing the implied defiance. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” He seemed a little unsure about ordering a woman around, but the idea of being able to fuck the ice queen was too good to pass up. Miranda let a smirk fly across her face as she fell to her knees. “Of course, sir.” This was something she enjoyed as well as was good at, if you asked any of her previous lovers. Not that there were that many, she was a busy and motivated woman after all. Or used to be, in any case.
She crawled in between his legs on the hard floor of the cockpit, her knees rubbing painfully against the grated metal. “Here, baby, put this under your knees,” he tossed her a small cushion from his chair. She gratefully tucked it under her knees and resumed unzipping his uniform pants. She delved her hands inside them and brought out his half hard erection. “Mmmm,” as she made the noise instinctively. She circled a hand around the shaft, licking the tip with a long dart of her pink tongue and making Joker’s eyes roll back in his head. This is way better than Kelly already, he thought, as the sensations shot up from his spine to his brain. Kelly always tried to do it way too fast, too eager, with no actual skill.
Miranda swirled her tongue around the head and slowly moved her mouth up and down his cock while fondling his balls with one hand. He groaned loudly and laced both hands through her dark tresses using them to set the pace of fucking her mouth. “Oh god, you’re such a good little cocksucker,” he moaned softly.
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Miranda felt a rush of pleasure and her pussy dampened at these words. Was she… was she starting to like this? She loved being good at things, it was in her nature. He felt the twinge increase and jamming his cock as far down her throat has he could get, spilled hot cum down the back of her throat. Miranda sat back on the floor, gasping, swallowing the remaining cum in her mouth.
“Give a girl some warning, huh?” Her tone was more demure than their original exchange. Joker laughed dirtily. “I like coming on girl’s faces even better. Maybe I’ll do that next time.” Miranda rolled her eyes and moved to get up, but Joker grabbed her hands.
“Oh, no, we’re not done yet,” He pulled her up, and turning her around to face away from him, ran his hands down her sides and shapely ass. He wrapped his hand through her hair and yanked, hard. She came down on his lap, erection crashing into her backside. “Be gentle,” he chided her, and smacked her ass hard, leaving a red mark on the already abused ass. He fisted his already renewed erection, and ran it teasingly up and down her now dripping cunt. Her responding groan was music to his ears. He intended to fuck the bitch as hard as he was able, make her beg, make sure she never spoke to him in that tone of voice again.
“Your pussy is soaking. That must mean you wanna get fucked. Do you? Do you want my nice hard cock inside of you? I know whores like you can’t resist cock,” he fisted his cock and let it graze slowly over her slit, sending off delicious shivers in her belly and up her spine.
Miranda turned her face and met his eyes with a stoic glare, saying nothing.
He yanked on her hair again, head now tilted back all the way. He admired the view for a second; his slut sat with toned legs spread and pink pussy glistening, her large breasts heaving with arousal. He grabbed a pink nipple and began to roll in around his fingertips, enjoying the way her back arched as he yanked on the hardening teat. He let go of her hair and assaulted the other breast, pulling each one in tandem. She felt a rising arousal slide down her body and an empty ache start in her pussy. She needed something in there now, if her could just fuck her without messing with her too much… “Please, please fuck me!” she said, hoping her voice didn’t sound too pathetic.
“Who? Who is fucking you? Where should I fuck you? I won’t know these things unless you tell me,” He mocked.
Damn his stupid jokes and making her say things she didn’t want to!
“PLEASE, Mr. Moreau, sir, fuck my pussy! “ She cried, as the ministrations of his hands on her breasts were bordering on painful, but each twinge shot bolt of electricity to her cunt, which she was sure was now swimming on his lap from how wet it was.
“All right! That’s what I like to hear come out of your pretty little mouth. Now, you’re gonna have to do most of the work, and don’t put too much weight on me, or you might break me.” Miranda knew if she accidently hurt Joker that Shepard would probably whip her ass into next week, or worse, as she was still thinking up new ways to show Miranda that she was no longer the high and mighty XO that she once was. She gently slid down and brushed her ass against his engorged cock, remarkably reminiscent of lap dancing that Joker was sure she didn’t know how to do.
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Miranda wiggled her ass tantalizingly in his face as she slid slowly, gracefully down again, and he positioned himself that on her downstroke she was completely impaled on his cock. “Mmm, that’s a nice view,” he commented as he forced her into a bent over sitting position, so he could see up close and personal of his cock entering in her pussy. He wrapped long dark tresses around his wrist like a leash and guided her body slowly up and down so he could see every slow inch of his cock disappearing into her. She groaned loudly as he split her slowly open, forcing himself into tight hot walls that threatened to make him spill again very quickly. His cock burrowed its way in, forcing her pussy to expand to fit him in a way that sent both pain and pleasure shooting through her body. He lifted her up until the tip of his cock was barely brushing her sopping slit, and with one motion he was buried to the hilt again. Miranda keened, head back, breast heaving with lust.
“Joker… goddamn this is good, I love your cock,” she was babbling now, things spilling out before she could reign them in. “Yeah, you didn’t know what you were missing before, did you slut?” He crooned mockingly. Damn him, damn him, ooh, that felt good, as he rotated his hips at a slight angle, so the top of his cock was hitting a place that felt deliciously good.
“Joker, what’s the ETA on…” Shepard trailed off as her head came up from her datapad to view the scene before her. She put her hands on her hips and assumed a mock pissed off pose. “Well now, I see you’re getting in some quality time with our new slut. What if we were attacked right now? Could you plot evasive maneuvers with your dick buried in our little whore here?” Shepard chuckled and grabbed Miranda’s nipples and twisted hard, inciting a loud squeak from the naked woman as she bounced carefully in Joker’s lap, opening her eyes and noticing Shepard there for the first time.
“Relax Commander, I’m that good. And plus, EDI’s here to help, right girl?”
“Mr. Moreau is correct, I can effectively pilot the ship in evasive maneuvers while he is indisposed.” EDI chimed in, her blue bubble appearing to one side.
Shepard laughed heartily. “I don’t even want to know why she’s still watching. You’re a sick man, Joker. You know she keeps surveillance records of, ahem, everything that happens up here?”
“That’s half the fun of doing it, Commander,” Joker was still bouncing Miranda up and down in his lap, breasts were jiggling up and down alluringly, distracting Shepard from her real objective in coming to the cockpit. Miranda’s increasing moans and flushed cheeks indicated that she was VERY much enjoying this. “I’m saving this for posterity’s sake, an’ all.”
“Finish up with her, you’ve got work to do.” and Joker obeying, sped up Miranda’s movements and she groaned loudly as she felt the ropes of warm cum start to splash inside of her. If he could just keep going a little more she could feel the tingles of orgasm coming on… and Shepard pulled her off suddenly, with a strong arm to the shoulder.
“Miranda, go take a shower,” Shepard ordered, guiding Miranda to the exit of the cockpit. “And in the WOMEN’s shower, this time. I have big plans for you later and I don’t want half the male crew members cum leaking out of you for it. Be in my cabin at 20 hundred hours.” Shepard smacked Miranda hard on the ass, leaving a wonderful hand shaped red outline.
Miranda pouted as she slunk back through the ship. Well at least she could finish herself off in the shower, unless, “EDI, where’s Gabby? Tell her that someone wants to see her in the womens bathroom.”
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Then I noticed you saying it is a sequel to another story, click the link... and damned if it isn't my old story! Awesome!
Anyway, looking forward to more!
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http://masskink.livejournal.com/769.html?thread=1907969#t1907969
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Consequences Chapter 4
Miranda pressed the button to Shepard’s cabin anxiously.
“Come in,” the firm voice of Shepard replied from within.
The doors slid open and Miranda entered the cabin. It was dimly lit, with only a few candles on various surfaces to light the small area. Shepard sat curled on the sofa clad in a small silk gown, legs tucked underneath, one hand holding a glass of wine.
“Sit.” Came the firm command, and Miranda instantly dropped into the chair closest to her.
“Take some of these,” Shepard tossed her a small bottle of pills. “In case you’re allergic to our friend here,” she gestured to the bed. Miranda followed the motion and laid eyes on Garrus, lying naked on Shepard’s bed.
Miranda swallowed heavily. She had never seen a naked turian, never thought about seeing a naked turian until this moment. He lay on Shepard’s bed, back propped up, arms and legs relaxed, sharp taloned feet pointing upwards. His skin had a grey sheen to it, she realized, with rough plates spreading over his chest and abdomen… Her eyes traveled over his stomach to where his hand was slowly fisting a huge cock. It was grey like the rest of him, but covered in what looked like soft shiny suede. Garrus was already impossibly hard, from Shepard teasing him and working him up earlier to get him riled up about fucking Miranda as hard as he wanted.
Do all turians have cocks like that? She didn’t know, maybe Garrus was just really big, or maybe they were all proportioned like that. She realized that she was staring, eyes wide, and her body was growing hotter as it responded with arousal to the naked man in front of her. She looked back at Shepard apprehensively, with which Shepard responded with a sly smile and licked her lips in anticipation.
“I’ve already gotten him a little worked up, sweet cheeks, but I want you to start sucking that beautiful cock of his,” Shepard commanded from her spot on the couch. Miranda swallowed hard and approached the bed anxiously, crawling on all fours on the bed until she reached his hard cock, level with her face. She eyed the hard shaft directly in front of her and hesitantly reached her tongue out to take a long lick up the center of the large gray shaft. It felt warm, hot even, and alive, It was different, very different, she thought, obviously never being with an alien, but not repulsive. She kneeled in between his legs and wrapped both hands around the base of his shaft and managed to get the first couple of inches into her mouth. Below her, Garrus let out a long throaty moan that had her pussy becoming damp.
“You’re such a good cocksucker, aren’t you slut?” Shepard asked as she came up beside Miranda, running a hand down her ass to delve into her wet pussy. “You all wet just from blowing him, you can’t resist a good hard cock.” Shepard continued fondling her clit before inserting two fingers into her sopping wet hole. Miranda squealed in pleasure as more arousal oozed around her fingers.
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“Slut, get up here and sit on his cock,” Shepard ordered. Miranda unsteadily rose and climbed on top of him, lining up the weeping cock with her hole. She pushed down, and met resistance from his sheer girth. She tried more, managing to get a few inches in to her steaming pussy. Bolts of pain shot up her body as the oversized appendage tried to bury its way into her.
“Oh god, you’re too big, it can’t fit inside me!” she wailed. Her pussy felt like it was being split wide with the first few inches of Garrus’ thick cock. He relented for a moment and let her become accustomed to his wide girth.
“Yes it will. If I can take it, you can.” Shepard rebuked, taking a firm grip of Miranda’s shoulders to guide her more down on Garrus’ hard shaft. Miranda threw her head back and released a waning moan as the impossibly big shaft buried its way, deeper, deeper… till she felt her clit rub against a hard plate very pleasingly, making her pussy tighten in response. She threw her head back as she rode him, feeling the appendage rub against the front of her pussy walls in a most pleasurable way.
She felt herself being lifted, held in midair, attached to Garrus in the most lewd of connections. He held her easily, gripping the fleshy part of her ass with one wide taloned hand. His claws bit sharply into her ass, sending pain along the pleasure spiraling up from her center. He relished the feeling of soft skin in his hand, how it molded and then snapped back into place. He dug in further, leaving marks and welts, reminders on her skin that he had been there.
Her back was pushing against the cold fish tank, one sharp three taloned hand digging into her shoulder as she was pounded ruthlessly with the largest cock she’d ever felt. Her legs were wrapped high around his back, the rough skin causing abrasions here and there on his stomach and breasts. Her pussy was aching, deliciously tingling, spiraling out as she felt an orgasm come on as quick as she’d ever felt. The lightning shot through her, her pussy clenching involuntarily, bathing Garrus in a tidal wave of white hot pleasure.
He threw his head back in delight. “This little slut of yours, Shepard, is something else. What a whore she is for hard cock, fucking anyone you tell her to.” Miranda heard the words and if it were possible, got more turned on by the demeaning words and positions she was getting put in.
He pulled her up again, and as if she weighed no more than a feather, lifted her legs and turned her to face away from him as he fucked her against the desk.
Shepard watched from the couch, legs spread and drawn up as she fingered herself slowly, enjoying the building tension that spiraled out in radiant waves. “God, this is hot,” she moaned, keeping eye contact with him, teasing him, peeling down the strap of her nightgown to reveal a nipple, toying with it as the other hand busily played with her clit.
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Shepard hastily scrambled onto the bed when Garrus used that tone of voice and spread her legs. Shepard was a sucker for Garrus being aggressive in the bedroom. Garrus positioned Miranda on all fours and pushed her head into Shepard’s dripping pussy. Miranda needed no encouragement and eagerly started licking Shepard‘s clit while Garrus drove his cock back into Miranda’s pussy. Garrus and Shepard met eyes over the writhing woman in between them, and Shepard felt the tingling overtake her as she leaned back and shouted her orgasm. Miranda followed her, pussy clenching as another, harder orgasm shot through her legs and left them limp. She sagged against Garrus as he withdrew, letting her slump beside Shepard on the bed as he advanced on Shepard, wasting no time as he drove his hard cock into her, eliciting a squeal of pain and pleasure as he seated himself in one thrust. “Spirits, Shepard,” he panted into her ear, nestling his face into her neck. ‘I can’t last much longer,”
He thrusted, impossibly harder, as she wrapped her legs around him and held him as close as she could until he felt the white hot pleasure shoot through him and empty himself into Shepard. She caressed his fringe as he panted against her neck.
“That was great, slut.” Shepard nudged Miranda, who was on the verge of passing out next to her. “Go take a shower and rest up.”
“Of course, Mistress,” Miranda yawned tiredly, and trekked back to her cabin, naked and sweaty, looking forward to a shower and a nap, hoping she would get a couple hours of sleep before the next crewmember needed her.
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