Orgasm Girl

~ JACK ~

Late one evening, down in the belly of the Normandy, Jack was reading an issue of Fornax trying to kill time because she couldn’t sleep, as usual. Thanks to Jack’s horrific upbringing, she often couldn’t clear her mind enough to doze off. Frustrated with the magazine, the rumors floating about the ship about a mystery female rapist filled Jack’s mind. She was beginning to think, after the looks she’d been receiving from Miranda over the last couple of days, the would-be rapist was a bringer of hidden desires more than anything else.

The heavily tattooed woman slapped the magazine on her leg and amusingly began to think of how this mystery Casanova had been affecting the ship’s women. At lunch the other day, she could have sworn she saw the hard-ass cheerleader lick her ruby red lips before she started eating that peach that afternoon. And on the decks above her, Gabby’s whimsical laughter recently was driving her crazy. If she heard her flirt one more time with Mr. Daddy Bags, Jack felt like she was going to go up there herself and fuck the shit out of both of them, just to shut them up.

Even the mighty Justicar had an extra little enchanting sway when she walked about the ship, which was becoming a little more often instead of always meditating in her quarters. So Jack knew the bringer of love couldn’t be all that bad. Lifting herself out of her cot, she fiddled with some data pads laying on the metal counter while her mind continued to wander. Jack knew Kelly was an alien lover, but she couldn’t believe how bent out of shape she was about not being taken yet. Snickering the inked woman, said, “Keep it up Kelly, and I’ll show you a whole new level of fucking.” The long nimble fingers began to glow at the statement.

Calming herself, she slumped over the counter, sticking her ass out a little and thought, ‘I’d like to see this mystery woman just try and take me, huh!’ In deep thought, not hearing the approaching footsteps she wondered, ‘In fact, the only person that didn’t seem to be affected was Shepard, but she is tough as nails anyway. She has to be, I mean, she was the savior of the Galaxy after all.’

A woman’s voice came from behind her, “Having naughty thoughts about your captain, Jack?”

“Holy fucking shit! It’s you….”

Before the tattooed woman could react, she felt a firm hand cover her mouth, “I didn’t come here to talk Jack, You wanna fuck or not?”

Taking a moment to answer, the intruding woman forced her way between Jack’s legs and threw a white metal briefcase on the counter next to her. With the hand currently not pressing firmly against the biotic’s mouth, she opened the case, displaying various galactic sexy toys that made Jack’s eyes bulge. “So ready to get fucked or what?”

The large brown eyes glanced between her captor and the case before she slowly nodded under the gripping hand. “Yes”

Not giving up quite so easily, the brass woman wasn’t going down without a fight. She pushed her would be attacker off of her. “You want me bitch? You’re gonna have to take me!”

More than happy to oblige, the seductress calmly stated, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Jack started to summon her biotics when she felt an elbow at her throat, pushing her backwards into a shelving unit, sending various data pads flying. Jack was an expert killer with her biotics, but to her surprise, based on her actual body strength, she wasn’t the best hand-to-hand fighter. She never had to be being the most powerful human biotic in the universe, after all.

The elbow pushed against Jack’s sleek neck, slowly beginning to cut off her blood circulation, when she felt a hand thrust hard against her crotch. “Daddy wants to play.” Through with being pinned, Jack wrapped her legs around the woman’s waist, forcing her back, and with a stiff kick to the abdomen sent the woman staggering away. Catching her breath, the femme fatale laughed and said, “That’s how it’s gonna be Jack?” Looking back to the case which drew both set of eyes, “Fine with me.”

Confident with her fighting skills, Jack announced, “Bring it, bitch!”

With a mischievous grin across her face, the arrogant woman retorted, “Oh I’ll more than bring it. And when I’m done with you, we'll see whose little bitch you are.”

For a millisecond Jack felt a tinge of fear race up and down her spine. Never before had she seen that look on the woman’s face or heard that tone in her voice before in all the time she knew the woman standing before her. Swallowing hard, Jack twitched with excitement. It was going to be one hell of a night.

Jack counter circled the woman, who was barely taking a fighting stance in her opinion, when she summoned her biotic glow again. With lightning-fast reflexes, the vamp of a woman was again on top of her, pushing her hard against the bulkhead. In the tight tactical embrace, Jack felt long wet dragging kisses on her neck. She wanted to concede, she wanted to give in, as it felt so good after all. Not something she expected from this woman she had worked beside.

Again using her long legs, Jack squeezed the gut of seductress forcing her to disengage from the embrace. Pushing backwards the woman affectionately growled as she recovered from her temporary loss of breath, “I’m not going anywhere Jack. You will be mine tonight!”

Heaving herself, Jack smiled. This was going to be a lot more fun than she thought. Faking a sudden advance, Jack shifted her weight to the right to counter, when the fluent as a dancer woman moved left and caught Jack off balance. The intruder quickly spun Jack around, snaking her arm up under Jack’s bringing it back over her neck, pushing her shoulder outward in a half nelson type move. Jack was instantly immobilized.

The jezebel with the upper hand mocked, “So are we done pussyfooting around? I’d like to start fucking you silly now.”

No response came from the tattooed woman who secretly wanted to let her ladylover know she loved being taken from behind.

Unable to move, Jack suddenly felt a strange thick band encircle her neck. When the two metal pads made contact with her skin, it gave her a slight jerk. “What the fuck?” shouted the confused convict.

In a calm and nurturing tone, the seductress’s voice hummed as it continued to attach the band around Jack’s neck like she was discussing the weather. “Well you’ve heard of Danitus Corporation, right? They are the forerunners in biotic technology.”

Knowing perfectly damn well who those bastards were, Jack struggled trying to free herself. The placid woman continued her explanation, “Well, you see. They have been working on this little device. It’s called a biotic dampener.” Hearing the words sent shockwaves through the tattooed woman. Maintaining her firm grip on the heavily inked woman, she finished, “It’s ok. It’s only going to prevent you from accidently blowing a hole in the side of the ship. Don’t worry, it won’t last very long, but it will last long enough for me to have my way with you.”

In the assaulting position, Jack felt her pants unfasten and shoved down around her feet as she thought, ‘Damn, she’s good.” It only took a second before Jack felt a cold metal object press against her slit. Teasing the area, the temptress hummed, “Looks like someone likes it rough. Good thing I don’t need to add any lube,” before she thrust the phallic object into Jack’s wet snatch.

To her liking, the woman was not gentle with the foreign object, as it increased in speed and depth, sparking wildly loud, lustful grunts from the young woman. Releasing Jack’s shoulder now that femme fatale had a new hold over the tattooed woman, the free hand snaked around the small ample breasts, ripping them free from their imprisonment of those ghastly, thin black leather straps holding them in place. She pulled the excess strips away until one remained around her neck, making an impromptu choker collar.

As the leather tightened around her fist, the leather goddess chuckled, “Oh, now I just know this is going to come in handy.”

Allowing the leather leash to slack, the woman’s hand reached up under the bent over prisoner and fondled a perked breast before smacking it in such a way, it instantly aroused the harden convict. Pinching the nipple hard between her fingers she played with the studded nipple rings.

Feeling the derelict writhe beneath her, the dominatrix exclaimed, “Damn Jack, I can’t believe how sensitive your tits are.” The basically naked woman tried pulling away but couldn’t, the vamp said, “That’s right bitch. You ain’t going anywhere. Mmmmmm..” while she fondling the nipple rings some more.

Faster than the dom could check to see if Jack was ok with the firm attention, Jack screamed and moaned,

“You piece of shit, is that all you got!? Come on, show me! Give it to me the best you can, you fucker!"

The pounding of the dildo in Jack’s soaking wet pussy went on for several moments. Thrusting her ass back in the woman in control, Jack howled, “Fuck it like you mean it!”

Analyzing Jack’s behavior and her attempt to gain control by topping from the bottom, the mystery woman slowed her ministrations. Her hand began to slowly slide the well lubricated silver shlong in and out of her slit. Her hands became softer and Jack unnervingly felt soft wet passionate kisses over her body.

Revolted the tattooed woman contested, “What the fuck?”

When Jack’s body froze under the new direction her lover was taking, she felt soft lips purr in her ear, “Just remember, who’s fucking who here.”

Another blast to tempt the dominatrix from losing her self control, Jack bitched, “Come on you twat! Don't fuck me like one of your whores?”

Further establishing herself as the dominant one, the woman looked down and ripped Jack’s wet underwear from between her legs and shoved them into her mouth as a gag. Tasting her own juices, the convict struggles as the woman protested, “Quit your bitching already.. pretend I’m Miranda.”

Jack bucked harder against mistress as she protested. The enchantress spun the convict around, “Come on Jack, you think me a fool? I’ve see the way you look at her.”

Lifting the convict by her bare ass over to the metal cabinet, the Lady Casanova watched as Jack bucked again trying to rebel, and tightened the strap around her throat, halting her writhing. “Don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me.” Once the submissive woman calmed a bit, she released the tension in the choker stating, “Now enjoy the ride.”

Wide eyed, the helpless biotic watched the dominatrix attach herself to a strap on. Ripping off the remnants of her pants, the woman spread Jack’s legs open and placed an erect bright purple dildo within her. Even with the fabric firmly shoved in her mouth, the temptress could hear Jack begging for more. It wasn’t until the woman’s hips began to feel fatigued and after Jack’s fifth orgasm did she begin to slow.

Climbing down from the storage cabinet, the satisfied conqueror of yet another Normandy lady smiled the biggest shit eating grin she had.

With a good hard smack on her ass that would have turned red, had you been able to see it under all the ink, the lady conqueror suggestively announced, “Now Jack, don’t go telling anyone I was here, and I just might come back again.”

The weakened and exhausted biotic didn’t even have to respond verbally, as the impromptu lover watched yet another stream of lube drip down the woman’s leg. “By this, I take it…” The woman slid her hand between Jack's trembling legs, wiped up some of the liquid and stuck it in her mouth, sucking it clean before finishing, “..we have an understanding.”

Gathering the last of her naughty toys, the cocky lover left the space as quickly as she had entered.