Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Miranda cried out in pain as the hand in her hair tightened, she hadn't been able to remove the hand and Jack had quickly got herself into an advantageous position, Miranda had obviously wasted her opportunity. That was perhaps the worst part, Miranda had managed to resist what her body wanted, been presented an opening, and Jack still retained all the power, her wet hair and the pain associated with it proof of that. As she was yanked off the floor she let out another whimper of pain, instinctively moving with Jack to avoid any more pain as her hair was yanked by those strong hands. Hair was a weakness in combat, Miranda had always known that but Miranda was proud, or in this instance perhaps simply vain and she would be damned if she could kick some ass and look fine as hell doing it. Situations such as this caused her to pay for that pride however, not simply the hair but the situation as a whole had come together mainly due to Miranda immense pride in herself and her abilities, and her belief that she was superior to Jack in every way. It seemed Jack had decided to tear that theory apart and prove to her that she wasn't as infallible as she had believed herself to be. As she was flung against the cool glass of the mirror a sharp inhale could be heard, her hot and wet body up against the cold glass had a sensation running through her that woke her senses up. It felt odd but not unpleasant and as she was put into position by Jack she soon felt humiliation along with the chill against her sensitive skin. She was being treated like a prisoner, legs spread slightly and hands up against the wall, her body pressed up against the glass and kept there as Jack pressed up against her back. The feeling of those smaller breasts pressing into her had a much bigger effect than one would guess, Miranda liked small, cute little tits and Jack had exactly that. The hand around her neck drew all her attention however and she swallowed hard as realization came pouring down of how fucked she was, the utter loss of power as she was thrust into the role of prisoner by Jack, it had an undertone that made her wonder if Jack had planned for the position Miranda found herself in to bring about such an overwhelming feeling of helplessness or if it was simply a happy little accident. She didn't ask though, she didn't want to give away that feeling and instead snarled as her head was force to look into the mirror and observe the scene. The image was one she should have hated, Jack had her completely humiliated, beaten in every conceivable way, and now she was forcing her to look at it. Yet she didn't hate it, in fact she began to heat up, a deep blush on her cheeks as her body became honest beyond the intentions of her mind, thighs becoming slick with juices as her nipples becoming as hard as rocks, even goosebumps appearing on her more sensitive skin, which was quite a bit of her. The constant leather uniform seemed to heighten her sensitivity, by wearing it she avoided the most basic feelings and thus everything felt more powerful to the touch for her. There was no smug look to associate with her current situation but she still had some fight in her, snarling and barking at a taunting Jack. My body may want this but it doesn't mean I do, because trust me, I wouldn't pick someone like you to fuck if I were looking, I wouldn't want some fucked up girl without an ounce of respect. And yet it was a complete lie, Miranda found the shame she felt to be translated into excitement and anticipation. The facts that Miranda was much younger, that she was dominant, even her aggressive and tormenting behavior, it all had Miranda quivering with desire, and her bodies reactions bypassed her denial to show just that, to show beyond a doubt how badly Miranda wanted everything Jack was doing to her, and perhaps a bit more, rougher and more dominating sex, the type of situation where she literally lost all sense of control and where she was treated in a way her body would be throbbing because of for days to come, a sensation she would remember. That was what her body was screaming out for and her mind was quickly catching up, not vocalizing it but realizing what she wanted, and being quite scared of those desires as well, not to mention of being revealed as not only a lesbian, which she hid, but also because it was Jack. Jack! It would ruin her reputation aboard the Normandy and yet she would still have to stay. Yet pleasure always overrode caution and logic and as Jack began to roughly shove fingers up inside her she lost her ability to resist, the first real sexual act doing exactly what Jack had been trying to do all along. Miranda let out a loud moan which she quickly silenced by gritting her teeth, though it was too late to keep it from Jack. She struck out defensively at Jack, trying to cover the pants and moans slipping out as she was worked over by Jack behind curses and insults. Fuck you bitch, I'll never want anything from an ugly depraved whore like you. Once again it wasn't convincing, Miranda was losing everything she used to keep herself on top and Jack would have no problems seeing through her lies, and they perhaps revealed more than they hid, Miranda's obvious lie about finding Jack ugly something that could bite her in the ass if Jack was paying enough attention. Further proof came when her head was forced down and she got a view of what was being done to her, those fingers being shoved up inside her, an image that had her biting her lip and blushing once more, her eyes trying to avert themselves but only catching a glimpse of it in the mirror if she did, there was no way she could stop it. So before moans stopped her from doing anything she threw an elbow, catching Jack hard but unfortunately at the same time she was hit with a rather substantial pleasure spike which almost caused her knees to buckle with how unexpected it had been. Off-balance from the elbow she faltered and her entire body was pressed up against the glass more than ever, weight leaning on the mirror for support as she got herself balanced again and leaving Miranda at Jack's mercy the moment after hitting her with a rather mean and powerful elbow. Her stomach sank in despair at that moment and as her body quivered in time with another sexy little moan she swallowed hard once more, knowing she was being foolish for her damn pride.