Thread: Massive Effect: The Miranda Files  (Jack Stalker and 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?