Massive Effect: The Miranda Files (Jack Stalker and FriendLikeMe)

[Jack Stalker]

Massive Effect

Jacqueline 'Jack' Nought hated everything about the situation she was currently in. Hated being aboard the Normandy, hated Sheperd’s annoying cocky arrogance and confidence, hated the other wishy washy crew, hated the ship and the fact that she was now surrounded by Cerberus slaves. She also hated the A.I, the pilot, the taste of the recycled air and the food. All of that paled into insignificance though, compared to how much she hated the perfect little Cerberus bitch called Miranda Lawson. All tits and perfect taut ass in her skin tight 'fuck me' body suit. It was a design that no one else wore, serving only to make the men around her hard, no doubt, so as to obey her wishes more easily. It made Jack seethe with anger, hatred, and something else, something so foul it made her want to throw up in her mouth. It made her squirm and twitch and shudder with raw animal desire, lust, feverish desire and almost painful want. The woman was made perfect, perfect to be fucked by anyone and, if Jack was not allowed to kill the bitch, then she was sure as hell going to fuck her instead. She was going to fuck her, bend her to her will, enslave the Cerberus cunt to her whims. No killing, but fucking? Fucking her long and hard so that she almost suffered with ecstasy? That was another matter. Miranda needed to be fucked, brutally, she needed to be shown the full extent of what could happen to a cock and cunt teasing little whore, when she fell in with the wrong crowd. Maybe she was here to sell them out to the illusive man when the time came, but long before that happened Jack intended to have her not only on her side, but begging to serve her over her Cerberus masters.

Spending a few days down in the cubby hole beneath engineering, Jack had plenty of time to think about things. She'd looked over the files that Sheperd had provided her with, regarding her former prison, but she knew that Cerberus was still holding things back, maybe they had even been blocked by Miranda. She had cursed herself for not being able to get the woman out of her mind, every curve, every pout of her lips, every movement drew in Jack's appraising and ravaging glances. She barely paid attention during briefings and had forced herself to cease toughing herself more than once, she was damned if she would be caught screaming out Miranda's name while fingering herself to a violent and hard climax. No, if she was going to soak her thighs with her own juices and moan out that woman’s name in foul ecstasy, then it would be when she was actually with her, fucking the real thing, making that Cerberus bitch scream like she should, making her scream like they made Jack scream for years. Yes, they'd made her almost come for killing someone, drugged her and tuned her into a machine which got off on killing her enemies. It was only fair that she extract revenge and payment from Miranda, make her feel some of what she had, make her scream, when ecstasy and pain blended together. Jack knew just how to achieve it, she just needed to get Miranda alone, besides, hadn't she caught the woman looking at her a few times with something other than hate in those perfect blue eyes of hers?

Te final straw came when Sheperd had left on a mission. Jack woke up, unsure of what time it was, her body in a hot sweat and her fingers buried between her thighs. Her body burned with lust, her blood racing and her thoughts drawn to the whore in white as she heard herself moan out the name Miranda as she awoke. She stood up and dressed herself, this straps of white material binding her nipples, before delving down between her legs, followed by slipping on her jacket and squeezing into her tight pants. She knew she would find Miranda in her office and she had waited far too long to see her there. Perhaps the whore thought she was in control, perhaps she thought that she could manipulate Jack, with her sex, with her scent with her manufactured allure. Perhaps that was her talent, to make anyone want to fuck her instead of kill her... well, jack would have to see about that. See if she was worth allowing to live, after she had fucked her senseless. Miranda had biotics too, but she was no match for Jack, none, she was the most powerful fucking human biotic in the known universe and if she wanted to she could do whatever the fuck she wanted to with Miranda. Whatever she wanted.

Moving out and up into the ship she grunted an acknowledgement at E.D.I, looking over the droid as he passed her. She wondered, briefly, how many of the crew had fucked her. That was why she had a humanoid form wasn't it? To fuck the crew? Why else bother. Striding onwards she momentarily freshened up in the head, before taking the stairs, two at a time, up to the command level. A few crew still gave her stares as she walked past, especially Allers and Chambers, not to mention most of the men. She knew what they wanted, but if they didn't have the balls to come try and take it then she would have to get back to them, Ignoring the stares which left no mark on her soul of her mood, she paused, only to straighten her jacket a little, before she moved to the door to Miranda’s office and marched in. The slut had a fucking bed within sight of the door, right behind her desk. Not even a fucking screen to shield it off, there was no way she didn't use her fucking sexuality to get what she wanted, it just served to make Jack even madder...but she managed to restrain herself as she turned to lock the door, tapping out the lock code before turning back to stare at Miranda. "You and me need to talk bitch. I got the files from Sheperd, but they're incomplete." she said, walking over to the desk she leaned forwards, placing her hands palm down on the surface, before brushing Miranda's desk comp aside. "Are you holding out on me? Do you think I wasn't going to march in here and demand more... or maybe that's exactly what you wanted, you little Cerberus bitch." she snarled. Her blood raced, her adrenalin surged. She wasn't leaving here without killing Miranda, or fucking her. "Now, are you going to give me what I fucking want, before I take it? Where are the files? In here?" she slammed down a hand on the desk. "Or back there?" she nodded towards the sleeping area. She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to Miranda's, before rising back to meet her eyes. Her voice was a deep bass and her flesh was flushed from her anger, “Maybe I’ll have to beat the information out of that perfect ass of yours.” she added, before realising she'd admitted to thinking her ass was perfect.

 

[FriendLikeMe]

Miranda Lawson, genetically designed to be the perfect woman, felt like she was anything but at the present moment. Even with her advanced biotics, she wasn't powerful enough to handle tasks for Cerberus on her own, the reason why Jacob was often teaming up with her. It was the reason Commander Shepard was resurrected via the Lazarus Project, an operation Miranda herself had to oversee. However, like the Illusive Man, she had to see Shepard was the best hope for humanity. Still, she didn't want all of this - teaming up with Krogan, Salarians, Turians, and a Quarian. For flying in a Cerberus-created ship, the Normandy was pretty packed full of aliens. Still, Miranda had faith that, together, Shepard's new crew for the Normandy could make great strides for humanity as a whole, even if he/she didn't officially sign onto the Cerberus team. Miranda had no desire to recruit him, considering she was against reviving Shepard, but knew their goals to be one and the same. When Miranda got a win, so did Shepard. She just had to pray that the mutual goal would be enough to satisfy Shepard, so she could achieve the desires of the Illusive Man. To her, he was a genius, and hero for the human race, so it wasn't very shocking for her to have complete faith and trust in the Illusive Man.

Though, despite all these varied faces, Miranda had always hoped that one particular person was safe: Oriana, her sister. She was rescued by Miranda due to her controlling, manipulative father, whom had genetically designed Miranda in the first place. Shepard had been kind enough to help her protect Oriana - even getting a moment together to see her sister - but it couldn't change this nagging worry in the woman's mind. Her father would eventually find Oriana, and the Cerberus agent had to be ready. Miranda vowed to protect her sister from their father, hoping to avoid bloodshed as she prepared herself for what that path may cause. For the time-being, Lawson simply relaxed, trying to avoid any unnecessary drama as she relaxed with every moment she has. She may be perfect, but everyone can be hurt- everyone will die. It's only a matter of time until some mission goes south, and Miranda bites the bullet. Still, something like that was nothing compared to dealing with the woman's own hormones.

Things were rather iffy when it came to the woman commonly referred to as Jack, a tattooed, violent, and aggressive human known by the nickname Subject Zero from her earlier years being experimented on by Cerberus. She's incredibly powerful, considered to be the most powerful human in terms of biotics, and is like a one-woman army. However, with her crass personality, understandable hatred of Cerberus, and tendency to be difficult- Jack and Miranda often clashed with one another. Though, despite that, during their hate-fests, Miranda cannot deny feeling some sort of... passion between the two women. She refused to, however, admit to any such thing; the two could never get along, so the consideration for any sort of relationship was completely unnecessary. She felt certain that Jack had felt the same way, in the sense that the Cerberus-hating bitch would never want anything to do with Miranda. At least, she hoped that was the case.


Enter: Jack, coming in to complain, as always, a fact that made Miranda roll her eyes at the tattooed woman's entrance. "Yes, just walk right in, Jack," Miranda muttered, sarcasm in her words. She listened to the woman go on and on about incomplete files, and giving her what she wanted. "You should be fortunate I gave you what you already have. I'm thoroughly surprised an animal like you can even read to begin with." Miranda replied, snarling back with her own retort. However, than, she froze, thinking she must've misheard. She didn't just- No, she wouldn't say that... Right? Miranda mused, her own thoughts shifting fast. "I'm sorry, did you just say you'll beat it out of my perfect ass?" Miranda questioned, standing up and stepping back. She wasn't so sure about this situation, given her past feelings toward the criminal. She was concerned that, if taken like this, the passion of the scene might make her do a big mistake.

 

[Jack Stalker]

"Fortunate? You think I should make do with whatever scraps you see fit to throw your biotic dog?" Jack snarled. She leaned over the desk further, just as Miranda stood up and backed away. She as good as growled, swatting some objects from the desk onto the floor. "Well, I'm not a biotic dog anymore Miranda. I'm not a slave or a servant or a pet, I'm not a fucking assassin or a trained monster. I'm free and I'm taking those fucking files, the real ones." she told her, all the while he rage built inside her, her blood boiling, her body tense and almost on fire as she looked up at Miranda as she backed away, her eyes tracing up her thighs, over her stomach past the globes of her tits which were straining at the sprayed in hex grid designed skin suit to her smug face, her smug face with those infinitely kissable lips. Jack felt herself get wetter and wetter, her pussy was soaking itself in her pants and she knew that her own nipples must have looked like hard bullet like nubs, pushing and straining against the criss cross of white bandages which slashed about her torso, leaving vast expanses of tattooed flesh on display.

"You call me an animal, but you're no better. A perfect little bitch, used to getting her own way with anything she wants no doubt. Is that why you dress that way? Is that why your fucking office has an opening to your bed? You think I don't know how sluts like you think, you use your sex to get what you want, don't you Miranda? you dress like a fucking whore and you shake your sweet perfect little ass at who ever comes your way, maybe you even wander over to your bed, fucking with whoever you want to? Is that what you do? Tease them with an image of you on your bed, make them think that one more order obeyed, one more mission completed, and you'll fuck them. Is that what you've promised Sheperd? Is that how you manipulate him to get what you want?" she asked angrily, standing up and moving around the desk, She shoved at it, sending it sliding a little into the wall with a biotic shove. "I won't bother searching the desk, I doubt you left anything there, or on a computer so easily accessed." she commented, fuming a little as her eyes locked with Miranda’s.

She paused as Miranda spoke her words back to her. Perfect ass. yes, she'd said it twice, "Its not like you don't fucking know how perfect you are, how hot you look. Like I said, you use it to get what you want, don't you, bitch." she grunted. "The thing with me is, I don't manipulate people, I don't cock tease the men and cunt tease the girls. I take what I want, when I want it." she gave a twisted smirk. "Now where would you put the files I want? Not in your bedroom, so close to your office, so easy to search in your absence. No, if you have them anywhere it would be on a chip, wouldn’t it? You probably have that upon your person, don't you Miranda. You probably think that no one would have the fucking balls to search you for it...and with this crew, you're probably right, not even Sheperd would take hold of you and search you...but guess what? I'm not Sheperd." she gave a cocky smile and lifted her left hand. A biotic field instantly grasped hold of Miranda, lifting her by her throat and slamming her forcefully against the wall, while energy bled forth to pin her wrists to the wall above her head. Jack squeezed, applying just the right amount of force to Miranda's throat as she dangled a few inches above the floor. She walked up to her, teeth clenched before stopping a few inches away. "Let's see, where would you put them?" she hissed.

With a tearing of metal, teeth on teeth, she stripped Miranda's suit own to her groin, exposig the lacy black underwear she was sporting beneath it. "Dressed to fuck I see, you expecting to flash someone to get them to do what you want today huh?" she snorted, keeping the field pinning Miranda in place, she moved her left hand to her right breast, cupping the lower swell of it as she leaned in and sucked on her nipple through the flimsy fragile material. Her hot breath and wet tongue assaulted Miranda’s tits without pause or mercy, her teeth capturing the hard nub and tugging at it through the lace until it snapped free, leaving her to suck on the fabric for a moment. She then retuned her attention to the other tit, spitting the torn lace from her mouth and leaving Miranda's now exposed left nipple to cool in the air conditioned air of the office. At the same time Jack put her right hand to work, sliding it down Miranda's stomach, twisting it so that her palm pressed against the woman’s groin just before her fingers slide beneath the waist of her lace panties and her fingers found her slit, sliding down her flesh to sink between the folds of her cunt, splaying them apart in an instant, violating her without a second though as though it were her god given right.

"I was going to rape it out of you Miranda. Rape your tight ass until you spit that file chip out for me, but you know what? You can't rape the willingly, an you Miranda? And you are willing aren't you? I've seen the way you look at me, the way you've thought about fucking the little Cerberus prisoner, exerting your control, exerting your power. But I'm the one on control here. I'm the one with the power you fucking bitch." she stood on tip toe, driving her middle finger three knuckles deep into Miranda's cunt as she moved her face up so that their lips were almost brushing together. "Sex is the only weapon you have, isn't it? But I bet you've never even really been fucked, instead satisfying any who got too close with what... your mouth, or a hand maybe? Perhaps sexy dance or a twerk of that ass? That's not going to work with me... you're going to have to at least fuck me Miranda. That was your plan wasn't it? Fuck the prisoner to submission with your hot, tight, flesh? Well, let's see if you can manage that then, shall we? You filthy Cerberus cunt." she hissed, liking her left cheek, then trailing a few kisses along until she was sucking on the woman’s earlobe, teeth clasping onto the flesh of it, her fingers working both Miranda's cunt and her free hand moving to squeeze and torture her exposed tits through the shredded portion of her bra. She was focused on the sensations now, the heat of Miranda’s cunt on her fingers and the heat on her lips… she wasn’t sure if she was exerting enough power to hold her in place, and cared less, only the taste of her skin, the scent of her hair, the tough of her flesh mattered now, and she wanted more of it. She knew that this was going to be her first real chance to have an orgasm without killing someone to get it.

 

[FriendLikeMe]

Okay... Seriously, what the actual fuck is this bloody lunatic talking about? Using sex as a weapon? This perfection nonsense. Is she on some sort of drug, or something? She's gone completely insane - not that I should expect much else from the psychopath Shepard let on the ship. Still, what on Earth is going on in her demented head? Thoughts like that had been circulating in Miranda's head as Jack seemed to lose all control over rational thought. It was as though the criminal had fooled herself into believing that Miranda was some slut that used her sexuality as a weapon, even though Miranda had very little sexual experience. She would never degrade herself by using her body to get people to comply with her; she'd sooner shoot or torture someone whom suggested that option as a possibility. Still, that was nothing compared to the tattooed woman's next couple moments of freaking the hell out.

Miranda would gag once Jack's anger reached critical, using her biotics to slam the Cerberus agent against the wall, it becoming harder for her to breath as a result. "You... bitch," Miranda had very hardly voiced out. With her hands eventually bound above her head, Miranda was left powerless; she couldn't use her biotics or arms to fight back, making resistance seem futile. She would get even more concerned as Jack seemed to plan to search the Cerberus agent for whatever alleged documents that Miranda had on her. It was a stupid, violent maneuver, but the Cerberus agent had no choice. She was pinned, and thereby couldn't stop the shocking events that came next. She had no idea what Jack was going to do, or even why the crazed psychopath decided to do it. All of this was seeming so crazy, and unbelievable; it was like it some strange wet dream.

Seriously, Jack, what the actual fuck are you doing- Miranda had thought to herself, cut off as, right after her clothes were torn off, she felt an odd sense of pleasure from the criminal's toying. For some strange reason, she enjoyed her assailant's tongue, mouth, and hands, all targeting black-lace covered, large breasts. She would moan as Jack teased her body, biting hard on her lip to hold the sounds back. She couldn't give the tattooed woman the satisfaction of knowing it got a response from her. If that happened, it would be like losing to Jack, and the ever-determined Miranda wouldn't let this rapist have that luxury. She would hold it in, and make sure Jack got no special show from her. The perfect woman would keep a stoic face, and make sure to get a brutal revenge against the Normandy's resident psychopath. This, Miranda swore to herself. "Going to... fuck... your parents," Miranda mouthed out in spite, spitting down on Jack while she gagged. While innocent-sounding, it was a reference to Jack's parents, whom were dead, or nowhere for Jack to find them.

Miranda began to realize how truly out of line Jack was beginning to act, but was worried a bit when she mentioned how the Cerberus agent had been eyeing her. It seemed Miranda's mixed feelings for the psychopath were pretty visible, and now Jack seemed ready to act on them. But, the near kiss, the fingering, the kissing of Miranda's skin, and continued teasing of her breasts- they were all too much for Miranda. She began to make a more audible moan now, her cunt nice and wet, leaking like a faucet against Jack's hands. She wanted this to stop; it had to stop. Miranda couldn't let this continue, but, at the same time, she also couldn't escape. The pleasure, Jack's biotics, and the hold on her neck- they combined to make a daring opposition. Though, more than all that, Miranda currently worried about what exactly Jack would do to her next. Could it really get any worse?

 

[Jack Stalker]

"I'm a Bitch?" Jack hissed, a cruel smirk on her lips as she moved her mouth to Miranda's neck, giving her a hot sucking love bite that would leave a reddish mark for days. Then her lips trailed down her throat, moving to her collarbone, then down to her right breast. Her tongue lashed and lathered up the lace until it was soaking and plastered against Miranda's nipple, then her teeth trapped the nub and she sucked on it, distending and pulling it away from Miranda's chest, stretching her fat tit until the material in the way tore and the nipple sprang back into place. Jack looked up at her, confidence and arrogance in a ungodly mix as the power of the situation coursed through her veins. "Yeah, you call me a bitch Miranda,. I like it when you talk dirty with that precious perfect mouth of yours, it makes you more human... you little Cerberus slut." she hissed, she twisted her right hand, bringing the palm hard against Miranda's mound. She used her thumb to start massaging and rubbing against the folds surrounding her clit, while she forced a second finger into Miranda’s snatch.

She picked up on Miranda's moan, saw her biting her lip. She moved closer, pressing herself against the woman’s perfect frame, hot and wet herself she squirmed against her, tits mashing against tits, through what remained of Miranda's lace. Jack moved her left hand to Miranda's lace bra, tearing at it, leaving red scratches on the swell of her tits as she tugged the shreds of the underwear free and tossed them aside, leaving both of Miranda's tits exposed between the white edges of her unzipped skin suit. Jack spat on them, one after the other, leaving globs of spit dangling from the nipples, her teeth clenched as Miranda spoke again and she kissed her hard. Her tongue forced its way through the slit of Miranda's pouting lips, slashing across her tongue, before she pulled back, trapping the woman’s lower lip with her own, tugging on it until it slipped free. "Fuck my parents? Oh... you are going to pay for that you fucking whore." she growled, feral like with her lust and anger. "Sheperd let slip a lot while he was trying to make friends with me, while he was sizing me up to see if I was willing to fuck him. You’re the whore who fucks her parents, aren't you Miranda? A filthy little fuck doll, made for daddy to fuck when he thought you were just right, you know that don't you?" she smirked. "I've even overheard the crew saying what they'd like to do to you, oh yes... you're a nasty little fuck toy who's been given a temporary rank, because Cerberus likely thinks you can use your tits, ass and cunt to keep Sheperd and his new crew in line... fuck, maybe they're right." She groaned, moaning a little as her cunt soaked itself even more, as she began to rapidly fuck Miranda's sopping gash with her fingers. She paused, "Listen..." she whispered.

The obscene squelching sound filled the room over the low hum of her biotics. "You're fucking soaking, you little bitch. Your cunt is crying with pleasure all over my fingers. Can you imagine what it would be doing if I activated my belt located Omni tool and used it to fuck you with its phallus setting?" she continued to smirk, the thumping of her palm against Miranda's mound increased as she paused, then forced a third finger into the woman’s drenched and inviting snatch, drilling them in, twisting and twirling the digit formed phallus as she fucked her with it. "You are so fucking tight down there. That's good, I like my women to be tight, to stretch for me, to be able to feel it when I fuck them, like the worthless whores they are." she grunted. She pulled her fingers free, wrapping them about Miranda's panties she tore at them, stretching them into a line which bisected her cunt lips and dug into her gash, before the pressure caused them to snap. She fisted them in her right hand while stepping back, using her biotics to draw Miranda away from the wall and to slam her down and across her desk. Jack stepped up behind her, pulling her wrists into the small of her back she bound them together with the soaking wet material of the panties, bound into a tight string of lace which kept her wrists and hands in place. Jack kicked apart her ankles, which barely scraped the floor, as Miranda's bare tits mashed against the hard surface of the desk, then she pulled a knife from her jacket and sliced open Miranda's skin suit so that it peeled apart in a second, exposing the crease of her ass as her ass cheeks forced apart the slashed material of the suit even further.

"Now, you little Cerberus fuck toy. Where's the file? Tell me or I'm going to shove an Omni tool into your wretched fucking body. Understand? I'm going to fuck you like the whore you are. Half the crew want to fuck you, but I'm the only one with the balls to do it and you know it. You want it don't you, that's why your nasty cunt is almost streaking your thighs with how fucking wet you are." she leaned in, whispering into the woman’s ear, "I'm wet too Miranda. Soaking in fact. You are a hot little number, you know that? Got me all fucking hot and bothered for way to long. Now, tell me where the files are, or better still tell me exactly where the complex is.. and maybe I will fuck your tight little cunt and give you some pleasure, otherwise I'm going to fuck you in your ass until you scream." she grinned. She moved closer, biting Miranda's ear. "Or you can confess, confess that you've been soaking yourself thinking about me ever since you laid eyes on my tattoos, ever since you realised that you were a nasty whore who liked to fuck girls as well as men." she chuckled a little, a rough rasping laugh from a voice full of husk. "Try it, bitch, try it all. beg me to stop, beg me to go on, just fucking beg and see what happens. We both know the truth.. you don't want me to stop. Your weeping cunt is all the proof we need."