ClearSight
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 20, 2013
- Location
- United States
Miranda narrowed her eyes, fucking Jack just had to push it, call her a damn slut and mention her moans. She was really doing her best to piss Miranda off and she was a damn pro, her ability to get beneath Miranda skin heightened with her not fearing what the older biotic would do. "Pet? As if I would ever become anybody's fucking pet. Especially yours..." She snarled but that snarl and angry look on her face quickly shifted towards a more pained expression, though a bit of worry overwhelmed her moments later as it dawned on her what exactly Jack was doing. Sure it was a bite but Miranda was already beginning to learn how Jack's mind worked, not that it was easy but Miranda was rather intelligent after all. She new what it was, it was a claiming mark, of course she would, just hard enough that there was no doubt a incredibly obvious mark but not enough to break skin. What else could it be? There was no other purpose and since she had already received such marks she had to assume it was something of the same nature. She groaned gently throughout, her pain tolerance registering it but not being overwhelmed, and she took several deep breaths when it was over.
The soothing tongue that ran over Jack's newest brand brought a throaty growl from Miranda once more, "Our little bet makes me yours for a limited time... Yet you leave a bit mark on me..." She didn't seem to have a real point but after a moment she made whatever was on her mind, "Just don't kid yourself in to thinking I'm actually yours." Yes, that was a distinction that needed to be made, because Miranda was a Cerberus Operative and while she had arrogantly believed she would win the bet and had to live with her failure, she was not about to give herself to anyone, especially not a young brat who no doubt only wanted the thrill of taking what she couldn't have. She moaned out again after holding it back for some time, her ass being played with enough to really make keeping her voice quiet impossible. Fucking Jack, right after Miranda made the terms clear she had to go and give one of those infuriating orders of hers, demanding Miranda not move, though she had no right to say a damn thing, not only because of the bet but because as those fingers were removed she let out a dissatisfied moan, an unintended noise that made her desires far too clear, or at least her bodies desires.
While she couldn't move Miranda could still listen, her keen ears focusing in on each sounds to try and figure out just what the hell Jack was doing. She could hear pants, those baggy fucking pants could easily be identified and she had a moment of panic where Jack could just walk out and leave her naked against the wall. Not that she would stay, she wasn't that fucking obedient even with the bet. However further sounds of ripping quelled that fear and she simply grit her teeth and tried her best to deal with her situation and not turn around, knowing she would have to deal with more if she did. A small "Wha-" escaped Miranda's lips as her eyes were covered, she didn't like that, not being able to see what was going on, not that staring at a wall provided much visual information, but not turning around to look and knowing she couldn't see were two completely different situations. "J-Jack!" Miranda snapped, her voice displaying her discomfort as her hands were tied, her brow furrowing beneath the blindfold. The idea of hers truly was terrible, it was a humiliating and helpless thought, where Jack would have far too much control and where Miranda lost all of hers.
Miranda was not the type to give control to anyone, she needed to control her own life to remain sane, she had run away for that reason, made her own life, and any time she did trust another it had ended rather horribly. "I don't give a damn what you think Jack, I'm not going to become your fucking pet... I'm not going to be yours... I'm not, and you fucking me turns my stomach..." She snarled, a low curse coming from her lips as she damned herself for already being curious, her body quivering at the idea of a touch and she couldn't glare or even keep her balance with her hands newly tied. She had to let her body press up against the wall and listen as Jack continued to take advantage of her victory and the bet. She felt hands roam her body and she began gently panting, her body throbbing for touch and release but Jack wasn't going to the right places. It was a truly dependent feeling, a relationship where her pleasure relied entirely on Jack and that was a distressful feeling for a control freak like Miranda, but there was no denying just how bad she wanted those hands to go to the right places.
Miranda didn't say anything else however, even when the subject of a toy and another time was mentioned. It was nerve wracking but there was nothing she could do and instead tried to get her breathing and emotions under control. Not that it was going to happen, before she could get her usually calm and calculated self built back up two fingers were forced, almost roughly, into her tight ass. She pressed her body up against the wall as she cried out, a loud moan as her hole tightened around the fingers, pleasure much greater than any trace of pain filling her body. Jack had been focusing on her ass for quite some time and it made her feel so weak. She had always felt incredible pleasure and been turned on but never been able to give up enough control to experience it. Now Jack had found out about her weakness and she was using it against the older biotic.
"Shut up Jack!" she snapped again, unable to really accept this lack of control, especially in the hands of the younger biotic, the much younger girl who could somehow beat her in every arena of combat as well. She couldn't help but feel that she could do nothing against the woman, especially with the newest additions of blindfold and hand restraint. "Can you just stop talking..." She practically pleaded when she spoke this time and all the sensations were pushing her forth. She wouldn't last long after the previous touches and the hypersensitive flesh being rubbed and prodded as Jack fucked her. Yet her conflicted emotions were only more complex, she was desperate to cum but didn't want to give Jack the satisfaction, and she wanted it to be over but knew Jack had other plans for when it was. She knew she was in trouble.
The soothing tongue that ran over Jack's newest brand brought a throaty growl from Miranda once more, "Our little bet makes me yours for a limited time... Yet you leave a bit mark on me..." She didn't seem to have a real point but after a moment she made whatever was on her mind, "Just don't kid yourself in to thinking I'm actually yours." Yes, that was a distinction that needed to be made, because Miranda was a Cerberus Operative and while she had arrogantly believed she would win the bet and had to live with her failure, she was not about to give herself to anyone, especially not a young brat who no doubt only wanted the thrill of taking what she couldn't have. She moaned out again after holding it back for some time, her ass being played with enough to really make keeping her voice quiet impossible. Fucking Jack, right after Miranda made the terms clear she had to go and give one of those infuriating orders of hers, demanding Miranda not move, though she had no right to say a damn thing, not only because of the bet but because as those fingers were removed she let out a dissatisfied moan, an unintended noise that made her desires far too clear, or at least her bodies desires.
While she couldn't move Miranda could still listen, her keen ears focusing in on each sounds to try and figure out just what the hell Jack was doing. She could hear pants, those baggy fucking pants could easily be identified and she had a moment of panic where Jack could just walk out and leave her naked against the wall. Not that she would stay, she wasn't that fucking obedient even with the bet. However further sounds of ripping quelled that fear and she simply grit her teeth and tried her best to deal with her situation and not turn around, knowing she would have to deal with more if she did. A small "Wha-" escaped Miranda's lips as her eyes were covered, she didn't like that, not being able to see what was going on, not that staring at a wall provided much visual information, but not turning around to look and knowing she couldn't see were two completely different situations. "J-Jack!" Miranda snapped, her voice displaying her discomfort as her hands were tied, her brow furrowing beneath the blindfold. The idea of hers truly was terrible, it was a humiliating and helpless thought, where Jack would have far too much control and where Miranda lost all of hers.
Miranda was not the type to give control to anyone, she needed to control her own life to remain sane, she had run away for that reason, made her own life, and any time she did trust another it had ended rather horribly. "I don't give a damn what you think Jack, I'm not going to become your fucking pet... I'm not going to be yours... I'm not, and you fucking me turns my stomach..." She snarled, a low curse coming from her lips as she damned herself for already being curious, her body quivering at the idea of a touch and she couldn't glare or even keep her balance with her hands newly tied. She had to let her body press up against the wall and listen as Jack continued to take advantage of her victory and the bet. She felt hands roam her body and she began gently panting, her body throbbing for touch and release but Jack wasn't going to the right places. It was a truly dependent feeling, a relationship where her pleasure relied entirely on Jack and that was a distressful feeling for a control freak like Miranda, but there was no denying just how bad she wanted those hands to go to the right places.
Miranda didn't say anything else however, even when the subject of a toy and another time was mentioned. It was nerve wracking but there was nothing she could do and instead tried to get her breathing and emotions under control. Not that it was going to happen, before she could get her usually calm and calculated self built back up two fingers were forced, almost roughly, into her tight ass. She pressed her body up against the wall as she cried out, a loud moan as her hole tightened around the fingers, pleasure much greater than any trace of pain filling her body. Jack had been focusing on her ass for quite some time and it made her feel so weak. She had always felt incredible pleasure and been turned on but never been able to give up enough control to experience it. Now Jack had found out about her weakness and she was using it against the older biotic.
"Shut up Jack!" she snapped again, unable to really accept this lack of control, especially in the hands of the younger biotic, the much younger girl who could somehow beat her in every arena of combat as well. She couldn't help but feel that she could do nothing against the woman, especially with the newest additions of blindfold and hand restraint. "Can you just stop talking..." She practically pleaded when she spoke this time and all the sensations were pushing her forth. She wouldn't last long after the previous touches and the hypersensitive flesh being rubbed and prodded as Jack fucked her. Yet her conflicted emotions were only more complex, she was desperate to cum but didn't want to give Jack the satisfaction, and she wanted it to be over but knew Jack had other plans for when it was. She knew she was in trouble.