Chapter 7: Trading Places

Three days after the victory dinner. Shepard was moaning in ecstasy to herself, unfortunately she could not do anything about it. The vibrating egg inside of her pussy was driving her insane. Shepard was trying to squeeze tight upon the egg to obtain orgasm, only to have the egg shut off followed by an electrical jolt from EDI.

Miranda had the bright idea to initiate more protocols into EDI to let her deal with Shepard, while she reorganized how things functioned and got her crew ready for the upcoming suicide mission. Shepard just wanted to cum in the worst way. EDI had her vitals monitored so the AI knew exactly when to cut off the stimulation apparatus inside of Shepard. The result was a naked Shepard wanting nothing more than release.

Miranda had Shepard tied up in an armbinder that was pulling painfully up towards the ceiling.

Shepard’s breasts were wrapped tightly with some sort of cord that was pulled painfully taut around an eyebolt on the floor forcing Shepard to bend over and face the floor. The result was that her breast was as red as her hair. She was technically standing up as her hips bend downwards thanks to the rope tethering her breast. Shepard’s ankles on the other hand had been forced apart using a spreader bar.

Shepard was unable to squeeze very well, although she wanted to with all her being. She felt vulnerable, incredibly horny and wanted nothing more than to cum her brains out until she passed out.

Miranda smirked as she walked in. Miranda had trussed the ex-commander up so that the first thing she saw when she was in her cabin was Shepard’s lovely backside and pussy facing her totally exposed.

She had left Shepard to her own devices for three days. But now she was going to renew their relationship with a particular vigor. Miranda had found Jacob’s father. The scout team she sent came back with some very interesting news. She could not wait to pay back Jacob properly for his betrayal.

Shepard mewed some more as she desperately tried to see what was going on but could not. Miranda had secured a lovely visor around Shepard’s head the last three days. It fed a visage of Miranda Lawson posing in her uniform. It had been the day she “modeled” it at Chronos Station by the Illusive Man. He made it for her, and she made him a video in appreciation. Although it was a tad flirtation and someone teasing, Miranda kept it, and as Shepard sex vibrated with intense sensations. She was only allowed to see spectacular up-close and arranged images of Miranda’s perfect body. To add to the effect, Miranda had gagged Shepard by tying a pair of her used panties into Shepard’s mouth so she could taste the sex of Miranda.

Shepard was so confused about three hours into the treatment. Miranda’s sex smelt perfect to her; she got so we just from her scent. The vibrating egg had just driven her into another level of overload.

Miranda heels clicked on the floor behind Shepard who was grinding her hips at the air to no avail. As soon as the egg stopped again Shepard let out a whimper behind her panty gag.

“Mmm, you do sound so fucking sexy dear. But now that I am back it appears that playtime is over. Your Goddess, your mistress, your whole reason for existing has returned and it is time we teach you thoroughly how to be a proper fuckslave.” Miranda said.

Shepard tried to say something but was mumbled her face was beat read either from anger or pleasure, Miranda did not care.”

<FFFwwwppthwaaak!!>” The air cracked as Shepard felt and intense pain on her right butt cheek.

“Normally I would have you count, but I frankly do not care bitch! Consider this the start of payback for thinking for a second you could be better than me!”

<Ffffwwpppthwaaak!”> The air sounded scary, if that was possible, the harsh sound the Batarian Shriek whip made was quite unique. Unlike the electro slave whips of the slavers, this sound this whip made was particularly sadistic and terrifying. The name came from the high pitch noise it made when the switch-whip hybrid was swung through the air.

The high-pitched yelp from Shepard indicated all to have heard it just how painful it must have been. Shepard rose her ass in the air and onto her tiptoes the second the whip made contact.

<”Fwwwwwtttwwack!”>, Shepard yelp loudly again. She quickly discovered that Miranda was absolutely a master at using this instrument of terror. Little did she know how much experience Miranda has in the art of BDSM torture devices. If she ever got to know Gardner better, he would have shown her his scars.

<”Fwwwaattwaaak!”> Shepard again yelped at the impact. Shepard’s breathing was increasing, then the vibrating egg turned back on! Shepard’s eyes got wide.

Miranda smiled as she started working on the back of Shepard’s legs now. <Fwwwwathhwaak!”>

Miranda giggled with complete abandoned as she began her breaking in session with Shepard. Shepard started to think that she would much prefer to be in the position she was in just minutes before. Miranda, it seems, would grant her no such luxury.

Later that night, Captains Quarters,

“Please stop ... stop ... please!” Shepard was openly weeping as she had utterly dominated the entire day. Miranda had just unleashed her fifth session with the Batarian Shriek Whip. This time just like the previous four sessions Shepard’s lovely skin was crisscross with nasty red welts from the onslaught of blows from Miranda. Miranda was opening the latest pack of low grade medigel. She healed her the previous four times but because Miranda was using the low-grade gel, it was painful when it would heal her skin. So, Shepard experienced pain when she was receiving and when she was healing from the punishment sessions.

“Please ... not again ... I cannot take it anym ... Arrrrgghhh!!” Shepard cried out as the medigel touched her skin. Medigel healed injuries that in past times would have taken months or sometimes years to heal.

The trade-off was that unless a fast-acting nano pain relief agent was mixed in with the gel. The person applying the salve would give the receiver an intense burning sensation as the body hyper healed itself.

Shepard cried as Miranda rubbed into every cut. Almost all combat units stopped using this type of gel a long time ago, but Miranda always had plenty of extra on hand for this exact purpose. The effect was that Miranda could inflict another round of torture while healing Shepard, which then in turn allowed Shepard to be open to another round strokes from her Shriek-Whip. In all the gel took about an hour.

Shepard was still breathing heavily trying to catch her breath from the non-stop torment.

Miranda sat down in a chair in front of her crossed her legs and purposefully let her foot dangle in front of Shepard. She let the sound of Shepard’s heavy breathing permeate the room almost as if she was savoring it, or maybe she just wanted to let Shepard listen to the effect the night had on her so far.

“So are you ready to address me properly, or do we need to have some sessions with my buddy Bruno.”

Miranda said looking down at Shepard. Miranda had purposefully said sessions meaning if she said “no”, there would be more than one session with the Shriek whip, (a whip that Miranda had) affectionately named Bruno.

Shepard was having trouble answering as the vibrating egg kicked on again, and now she was painting with pleasure as much as recovering from the whip session she had with Miranda. But there was still a part of her that wanted to resist. She was Shepard!!! Miranda won by subterfuge, but this was a head-to-head battle of wills, and I will be damned if she would give in as easily.

“No ... fuck you. You traitorous bitch!” Shepard defiantly declared right before managing to spit on Miranda’s shoe.”

Miranda got really turned on at the fire in Shepard. She loved it when they fought back it made the moment of conquest that much sweeter and Shepard was making this the sweetest experience in the bakery. Shepard was about to become Miranda’s favorite dessert.

“Oh, I am sorry to hear that, I thought we might have some fun you might enjoy but very well. I need to put my bitch in her place.” Miranda opened her closet and looked at the various whips, and decided to still not use the slavers whip, it would be quicker, but Miranda did not want quicker. She wanted Bruno to do the honors. The slavers whip will be used for other occasions, but she masturbated every night since the conflict with Shepard reared its head with the intention of using Bruno. The lovely shriek sound it made before she levelled the damage only a master of whips like Miranda could do, somehow made the tool a moral necessity.

Miranda smiled as she let her heels click around Shepard who was turning her head furiously to find out where the next onslaught would come from.

<RrrrrrFFfwwwtthwaaak!”> the high pitch sound of the whip echoed through the air right before the sound of the impact like thunder and lightning of a summer storm. The snap left a mark right on the nape of Shepard who let out a blood curdling scream.

“Aiiiyeee!” Shepard yelped into the air.

The next sessions had begun in earnest...

Five hours later.

Miranda was covered in sweat she had the quite the workout. She stripped down to her underwear sans bra. Shepard was making her work for it, which she did not mind in fact the sight of her body covered in red crisscross marks was almost enough to make her cum on the spot. Almost. The cabin echoed the sound of Miranda panting, accompanied by a weeping Shepard at her feet. She had not even bothered to ask if Shepard would address her properly after the first refusal. She just kept going on one punishment session after another. Each time the torture was doubled one when the whipping occurred and another when the low grade medi-gel was applied and healed. Truth be told she could have used the higher-grade combat medi-gel that had the painkillers, but she decided that this would not be fun. Using this medi-gel that was meant for very small abrasions. It was a technique developed by Cerberus interrogation agents and it was working nicely on her former boss now.

“Stop ... please ... stop...” Shepard gasped out whimpering.

“That is the proper tone ... but I told you how I expect to be addressed.” Miranda said she sat in a chair and caressed the side of Shepard’s face with her bare foot.

“Please stop ... Mistress” Shepard said. The word made the whole room go silent. A capitulation to Miranda that felt ten times worse than the defeat in her office.

“Ok that is a start, but now I expect you to ask properly. You will say the words, please stop, Mistress Miranda, your stupid slut has learned her lesson. Then you turn sideways and give my foot on the side of your face some proper respect too, you will lick my foot in fealty, or else I will open my stim pack over there and we will make this go all day. I have plenty more medi-gel, and me and Bruno have just gotten started.

Shepard closed her eyes hard and gulped. The tension of the moment made the silence incredibly loud.

Shepard uttered in defeat, “Please ... stop Mistress Miranda, your stupid slut has learned her lesson.” She then turned sideways and stuck her tongue out and licked the arch of Miranda’s foot. She then openly wept some more as if she had been hit again.

“Stupid slut did I tell you to stop? I was going to let you cum, but not anymore, you will not come until you can follow orders better” Miranda said angrily.

“No please ... please Mistress” Shepard said as she started licking Miranda’s foot again and continued to do so in earnest.

“No ... slut ... stupid sluts get punished with force, but only good girls get to cum, and you have been far from a good girl ... if you want to ever cum again you better start behaving like a good girl. Only good girls can cum, got that slut?” Miranda said as she twisted her foot for Shepard to better lick her.

Miranda pussy was so wet she wanted to rub her face in Shepard’s face on the spot, but she knew the slow burn was the best. Besides the surgery that Miranda had Shepard undertake would pay monstrous dividends for her soon.

Miranda had made a small change to her former boss. She had the nanobots inside of Shepard change her to where Miranda chemically imprinted on Shepard, much like a queen ant imprints on its colony.

She changed Shepard so she would be addicted to Miranda, literally, Miranda skin, her sweat, her pussy, her pheromones were keyed to Shepard in such a way the more that Shepard was around Miranda, the hornier she would get. The desire would increase as she was exposed to more of Miranda. A procedure that was undertaken by Mordin Solus as his arrangement to be off the mission.

Shepard maybe had not realized it yet, but her pussy got more soaked with each lick of Miranda’s foot.

Krogan Space

Aralakh System

The Salarian Mordin Solus smiled as he had an unconscious Grunt in the Shuttle. He made a deal with Cerberus to be able to get one of their shuttles to transport Grunt and himself off the Normandy. He smiled to himself as he realized some of the problems Grunt was having with aggression could only be solved on Tuchanka. He had just gotten a communique that his compatriot had just been captured outside of Urdnot territory, and since his deal was with Shepard and she was no longer in charge of this operation he negotiated his way off, in exchange for some his expertise in manufacturing a variety of special concoctions, ones that Shepard and her compatriots would discover soon enough.

Garrus Vakarian

Garrus woke up on some very remote planet. It was cold and he had already seen more than one thresher maw sliding under the ground. Fortunately, his omni-tool was one of the few that could do proper underground scans. He was able to avoid the traps laid out before him. He never stood a chance. One minute he was calibrating the Thanix cannon, the next he woke up on the world. He was worried about Shepard. She had no idea that they were being double crossed. She was in danger, he thought to himself. Garrus brooded as he found a cave and some sort of sulphuric rock that he was able to make a fire with using one of the cannisters of omni-gel. He would have to find a way off of this rock or he would die of starvation. He shivered plotting his revenge.

Jacob Taylor.

Jacob tried to focus but could not see anyone. He was blindfolded. He tried to move but found himself bound in some sort of wrapping. He felt weird. He tried to speak but found that he was gagged.

He heard voices.

“So did how did the procedure go, did Solus figure out that traitor’s Williams nano methods?” He heard a male ask.

“Did he? That is the understatement of the century. When we open this up you are going to be surprised. I know you could not stand that boy scout, and all the times he tattled to Miranda and got you in trouble. Wait, is that him?” Another voice asked.

“He seems different pleasantly different?” The person said perplexed.

An evil laugh erupted from the female voice in the room that he had not quite registered yet, “You have no idea ... we are all about to have a lot of fun with this one, I am just glad that Miranda invited me to this party.”

“Well, the subject is different, here let me show you the dimensions?” A female said from outside of the bindings.

Jacob tried to move only to find he was completely immobilized. He could not gauge his size inside of the sensory deprivation chamber. He was getting a little worried, as he could not move, but also because he knew how unethical Cerberus would be if you crossed them. They were not above killing admirals, feeding subjects to Rachni, turning innocents into Thorian Creepers, or just simply turning people into Husk.

One week later...

Kelly was extremely thankful for Miranda for letting her out of being in trouble. She even let her off the station under guard but was still free, nonetheless. She went shopping and procured certain items for Mistress Miranda. Miranda let her out on her own again, now that she knew who was in charge and given the last month of being under Miranda and her cronies’ heel, she will never forget it. Kelly still had to show she was properly loyal to Cerberus, so she would be required to service a Cerberus crewman of Miranda’s choice, every night. She did not mind as it at least put her on the road to being out of Mistress Miranda’s doghouse. She had just calculated the reports on what Miranda asked for and thought she would present them to Miranda directly as she wanted to know as soon as she was done.

Kelly made her way slowly to Miranda and walked over and knelt beside Miranda’s chair behind her desk, she gasped at seeing what was under her desk.

Hunched over was a naked Shepard, who tied down so that she was folded over onto herself. Strapped to Shepard’s neck was a shiny black collar with golden studs. On the collar the golden ring dangled attached to a chain which was pulled taut to a ring on the floor by Miranda’s feet. Shepard could only raise her head about six inches off the ground, the slack was so short.

Shepard’s arms were locked inside a shiny black arm binder behind her back. The armbinder had a ring on the end of it that currently had a solid black chain was pulled taut between another ring on the upper part of the underside of Miranda’s desk. Miranda was dressed in a formal Captain uniform reserved for commanders of a ship for Cerberus. The tight form fitting dress show cased the perfect legs of Miranda nicely. Miranda had her smooth legs crossed and was dangling one of heeled feet right in front of Shepard. What happened next shocked even Kelly.