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

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 Mirandas. 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, wouldnt 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 Mirandas 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 womans 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 womans 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 Mirandas cunt on her fingers and the heat on her lips she wasnt 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.