Quarian Directives
Zero Compliance (Before Omega 2)
Samara smiled wickedly, seeing Jack's wide-eyed reaction to her current outfit. "A present from Miss Chambers. I went to her after my encounter with Miranda, perhaps hoping that she would shame me into resuming my life of purity. But she told me to embrace my lusts, to indulge in my every desire." She ran her hands up her sides. "Mmm, and as you can see, I've taken her advice to heart."
"Fuck," Jack thought to herself. "This bitch has been holding back the urge to fuck for hundreds of years, and now she's going to unleash all that pent-up frustration on me. This could be bad..."
Pacing around the immobile Jack, Samara leaned into her back. Jack could feel the asari's large breasts and stiff nipples pressing against her. "Kelly also told me you might be stopping by, and that you were looking forward to helping me indulge in my new... appetites."
"No, dammit," Jack protested. "I didn't come here to be your fucktoy, you pervy bitch!"
Samara responded to the insult with a light chuckle. "Kelly said you might say something like that. That you would make a big show of resistance, but that in the end you would do anything I asked of you." Stepping back around to Jack's front, Samara made a gesture toward the door to the observation area. "But if you truly don't wish to stay, the door is right there."
"But I can't leave," Jack said, frustrated, "Not unless you tell me to."
The asari arched an eyebrow. "So it is true. You do want to be commanded."
Jack wanted to shake her head, but even this small gesture was apparently not allowed under the "don't move" command. "No, I don't want to! But I don't have a choice!"
"Of course you do," Samara said, grazing her fingertips lightly against Jack's bare torso. "And since you haven't left, it seems you've chosen to obey." Smiling up at Jack, Samara leaned forward to kiss her lips. Jack wanted to lean away, but she was forced to stand rigid as Samara's lips pressed tightly against hers.
Pulling away, Samara breathed in deeply. "You humans are so intriguing," she said, as she stepped several paces back. With a gesture, Samara directed her biotics toward Jack. A blue glow wrapped around Jack's waist, and the belt holding up the remains of her Purgatory uniform seemed to unfasten itself on its own. Jack felt her pants slide to the floor, leaving her clad only in her plain white cotton panties and boots.
"When the First Contact War ended, and your people became a part of the larger galaxy, I made it a point to learn as much as I could about Earth and its people. Your culture, your biology... and your breeding habits."
Samara stepped up to Jack, her fingers seeking out the front of Jack's panties. Jack squirmed as she felt Samara trace along the line of her cleft through the thin fabric, moving slowly up to the crest and the sensitive nub at the top. "I was surprised to learn that human females are so similar to asari, biologically." Samara paused a moment, relishing Jack quivering as Samara pressed hard against her clit. "A very pleasant surprise, as it turns out. After all, it allows me to put the skills I honed as a maiden to good use."
"Ohhh," Jack couldn't stop herself from moaning. Her panties were starting to get damp as Samara's expert fingers worked against the fabric. Samara paused in her stroking to ease her hand down inside Jack's underwear, Jack gasping as Samara's fingers began pressing and teasing at her moist pussy.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Jack moaned, as Samara's biotics flared. She felt... something start to force apart her pussy lips, and looked down to see Samara's hand glowing through her sopping panties. The biotic force sent little shocks through her pussy, and buzzed pleasantly against her clit. It was better than any fucking vibrator she'd ever used before, that was for damn sure.
Samara exhaled in satisfaction, as she leaned forward to run her tongue up the side of Jack's neck. Meanwhile, the biotic force continued to expand inside her, filling her completely. Jack was squirming again, but this time she was trying to press the mass deeper inside herself. She could feel sweat and juices trickling down her thighs.
And just as she was about to reach her climax, the force withdrew from her, and Samara stepped away. Jack shamelessly moaned in frustration, and then went quiet as she saw Samara retrieve the riding crop.
"I believe we are off to a good start," Samara said. "But you are still a criminal, Jack. And I would be remiss as a justicar if I did not punish you properly."
* * *
Samara didn't beat her old record. But from how utterly drained Jack felt as she stepped outside of the observation deck, she must have come pretty damn close.
Hours and hours had passed, with Samara using her biotics to bring Jack to the edge of climax, then switching to swatting Jack with the riding crop. Jack still felt the sting of it all across her skin, although by the end she realized she had started to enjoy the pain almost as much as the pleasure.
"Was this part of Miranda's plan too?" Jack thought to herself, as she struggled to make her way to the lift. "To make me enjoy the feeling of being her personal slave?"
All she knew was that, when Samara had finally pushed Jack to the point of orgasm, it had been mindblowing. She had twitched and shuddered for minutes afterward, the waves of pleasure blocking out all other senses. Shit, if it always felt this good, maybe being dominated like that wasn't all that bad after...
"No," Jack muttered to herself. She needed to stay focused on Miranda and her followers right now.
It had been foolish for her to expect anyone on this ship to help her. They were all compromised. She'd have to search elsewhere to get this shit taken care of. And with them heading to Omega, she knew just where to look.
When she got back down to her bunk, she eased herself down carefully and pulled up the extranet on her omni-tool. It took her some time delving into the darkest recess of the net to locate the address, but before long she was in contact with exactly the type of person she was looking for.
"I'LL BE ON OMEGA IN TWELVE HOURS," she typed, after some time to negotiate the price. "I'LL MEET YOU AT AFTERLIFE AND LET YOU KNOW THE TARGET THEN. IF SHE ISN'T ON THE STATION, I CAN GET YOU ONTO THE NORMANDY AND YOU CAN DO IT THERE." The guy on the other end sent back a nervous reply, and Jack groaned in frustration. "DON'T SWEAT IT. I'LL GET YOU OUT AFTERWARD. TRUST ME."
He finally agreed, and Jack disconnected the conversation. Maybe Kelly was right, and Jack wouldn't be able to lift a finger to attack Miranda or any of her Cerberus underlings.
But the guy she just hired sure as fuck could. Shepard might throw one of her self-righteous hissy fits afterward, but Jack didn't care. Once the cheerleader was dead, Jack had a feeling everything was going to be alright.