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

Massive Effect Jacqueline 'Jack' Nought hated everything about the situation she was currently in. Hated being aboard the Normandy, hated Sheperds 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 womans 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 Mirandas 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 Ill 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. Last edited Aug 28, 2018