Quarian Directives

 

"Oooh, come on in, hot stuff," said the turian bouncer at the door of Wavelength, waving Miranda in and gawking at her as she entered.



This had been a mistake. Miranda should have known from the beginning, when she had barely squeezed herself into the pink spangled dress Kelly had loaned her. While she was sure it fit Kelly like a glove, she and Miranda had very different measurements. Miranda's breasts seemed like they were one false breath away from springing from captivity, and as much as she had tugged on the bottom of the outfit before sneaking off the Normandy and heading for the club, Miranda's ass felt like it was only barely covered by the short skirt. In the too-small dress, high-heels, and the makeup Kelly had insisted she wear, Miranda felt ridiculous.



Walking through the dark hallway onto the main dance floor, Miranda began to feel even more uncomfortable. She had never been one for the singles scene; small-talk bored her, and she much preferred the more predictable option of online dating than the randomness of picking up some random guy in a bar.



She could feel stares on her as she made her way to the bar. Ordering a strawberry daiquiri, Miranda resolved to not let the night go totally to waste. She'd have a few drinks, loosen up a little, and then get back to the Normandy as soon as possible, before anybody saw her dolled up like a street-walker.



For a while, she was able to enjoy her drink in peace. She saw several men, humans and aliens, glancing at her around the room, but none of them seemed to have the nerve to actually come up and talk to her.



"What's wrong, guys?" Miranda thought to herself with a mental chuckle. "I'm just a perfect genetic specimen, what could possibly be intimidating about that?"

But eventually, as she was ordering her second drink, somebody finally worked up the nerve. "That one's on me," said a dark-haired human man as he sidled up next to her at the bar.



"That's alright," Miranda said, pulling her own credit chit out of her handbag before her potential suitor could retrieve his.



The man was unfazed by her refusal. "Hey, I'm Liam," he waited a second for Miranda to respond and then, when Miranda said nothing, plowed on ahead. "Haven't seen you around here before. Would have definitely remembered if I had. You come in on that luxury transport?"



Realizing that silence wouldn't drive him away, Miranda finally turned to acknowledge her unwelcome drinking companion. When she finally got a good look at him, though, she had to admit that he was actually quite handsome. Deep brown eyes, a well-trimmed beard, and a smile that would turn just about any woman's knees to jelly.



She arched her eyebrows at him. "Actually, I came in on the Normandy."



"Right, on the Normandy, su..." Liam hesitated. "No way, really?" When Miranda nodded, he reached up to run an hand through his short, dark hair, looking genuinely impressed. "Wow, that's pretty amazing. What are the odds: the most famous ship in the galaxy, having the most beautiful woman in the galaxy on it?"



It was a cheesy line, but the way Liam delivered it like he knew just how bad it was, Miranda couldn't help but laugh. Liam saw her cool expression finally break and gave an exaggerated shrug of the shoulders as if to say, "Hey, it's the best I could do," which only make Miranda laugh more.



"So, mystery crewmate of Commander Shepard," Liam said, extending a hand to her. "Mind telling me your name so I can write it down in the history books?"



She took his hand gently. "It's Mir..."



Oh, no. No, no, not again. Forcing down the bile that was trying to force its way up her throat, she coughed and tried again. "Miranda."



"Well, Mirmiranda," Liam said with a smirk, raising her hand up to his lips. "How about you finish off that drink and we go see if you can dance any better than your senior officer?"



It took all of Miranda's willpower not to puke all over the bar when Liam's lips met the back of her hand.



"I... appreciate the offer, really," Miranda said, trying her best to keep her voice natural even as she felt like her whole body was about to collapse. "But I... I really don't dance."



"Hey, great, neither do I!" Liam said, as he kept his hold on Miranda's hand and tried to lightly pull her towards the dance floor. "But trust me, you haven't lived until you see me get out there and awkwardly gyrate."



"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Miranda thought to herself as she resisted Liam's attempts to get her up and dance, worried to even step off the barstool for fear of collapsing into a vomiting heap. "There's nothing wrong with this guy, Miri! What the hell is your problem?"



Seeing that his attempts were in vain, Liam sighed and returned to the barstool next to Miranda. "I get it, I get it. Gotta save up that energy for defending the galaxy from killer robots."



"Look, Liam," Miranda said, trying to smile at the man, even as the very sight of him was starting to disgust her. "You're really sweet and funny and..."



Liam sighed. "You know, you'd think that sentences that start that way would be something to look forward to, but they never are."



"I'm just... I'm not really..." Miranda tried to come up with a good excuse to let the guy down gently, the truth of "you make me want to puke" probably not the best way to go.



"Hey, there you are, babe," said a voice to the other side of Miranda. She turned just in time to see a face coming fast at hers, before she was being roughly pulled into a deep, wet kiss. Too shocked to pull away, she let out a squeal as she felt a hand slap down onto her ass and start rubbing.



When the new arrival finally pulled away, Miranda was finally able to see that she had just been kissed by a fierce-looking asari maiden, several light scars on her face along with a wicked grin being shot over Miranda's shoulder.

"Hey, who's your friend?" the asari asked as she stared at Liam.



Miranda turned to see the deflated man get to his feet. "I was just leaving, actually," Liam said as he walked away, eyes scanning the club for his next prospect. Miranda tried to make herself feel disappointed, but was too glad to have the nauseous feeling in her stomach finally dissipate to work up too much sorrow over Liam's departure.



She turned back to the asari, who was ordering straight whiskey from the bartender. Once she had the glass in her hand, the asari knocked it back in one breath before turning to Miranda. "Saw you squirming over there like a fish on a hook, figured you could use a hand."



"A hand, sure, but not necessarily one on my ass," Miranda said, trying to sound annoyed even though she wasn't entirely feeling it.



The asari shrugged, but offered no apology. "You put it on display like that, just couldn't resist," she said, staring down at Miranda's backside without any trace of subtlety, one eyebrow arched in appreciation.



Turning away from the asari, Miranda tried to return to her drink. But she kept feeling herself compelled to glance over at the asari next to her, now tipping back her second glass of whiskey.



Finally, Miranda couldn't stop herself from speaking up. "I'm Miranda," she said to the asari.



"That's great," the asari deadpanned. Giving Miranda the slightest glance, she finally answered, "Lanira."



That was the extent of their conversation for a while. Finally, Miranda started to speak again. "So what do you..."



"Look, I hate fucking around," Lanira cut her off. "You want to get out of here?"



Miranda was surprised at the asari's sudden boldness. And even more surprised when she heard herself answering, "Yes."



"Fine, come with me," Lanira tossed several wadded up bills of the local Illium currency onto the bar. "I know a place where we can have a lot more fun."



And the asari turned to walk out without checking to make sure Miranda was following her. But Miranda was, having to keep a quick pace in her high heels to keep up with the strides of the rough asari maiden.



* * *



"In here," Lanira finally said after several minutes of walking. She triggered the door of a plain-looking building, and stepped aside for Miranda to enter first.



"You said there was a party in here?" Miranda said, starting to get a little nervous. The room inside the door was dark, and Miranda had to step cautiously to keep from tripping. "I don't hear anybody."



"Party didn't start until now, babe," said Lanira, as she stepped into the building behind Miranda and shut the door. "Because, see... you're the party."



As the door behind her locked, the lights came on, and Miranda found herself in some sort of barracks. Lockers against the walls, simple cots for sleeping, weapons hung on display.



Her eyes adjusting to the bright lights, Miranda finally saw that she and Lanira were not alone. Three more asari were standing in front of them, eyes roaming up and down Miranda.



And then Miranda glanced down herself to see that the women were wearing combat armor with a distinctive logo.



"Eclipse," Miranda muttered.

"Not just any Eclipse, bitch," said one of the three other maidens. "You're in the presence of the Sisterhood. The best the Eclipse have to offer."



"'The best' didn't stand up too well to Shepard, from what I remember," Miranda thought to herself. She thanked whatever gods above there were that Shepard hadn't brought her along to recruit Samara. If these asari had recognized her as one of Shepard's comrades, Miranda had little doubt that she'd already be dead.



Another of the three asari whistled between her teeth. "Shit, Lanira, you sure can pick 'em. This is definitely the hottest one you've brought back here."



"Damn right," Lanira said, coming up behind Miranda. Gripping the fabric of Kelly's borrowed dress, Lanira roughly yanked it down. Miranda gasped as her bare breasts spilled out into the cool air. "I mean, you see these fucking tits?" Lanira reached around to grab Miranda's breasts, her fingers roughly pressing into Miranda's flesh as she kneaded the large mounds eagerly.



"Ohhhh..." Miranda let out a moan, unable to hold it back. She struggled weakly to escape from Lanira's grip, which only caused Lanira to grip her tighter. Miranda felt her nipples stiffen painfully underneath the asari's palms.



Her hands still working at Miranda's chest, Lanira leaned down to speak low into her ear. "See, the Sisterhood just finished a huge contract, human, and we've got ourselves a little tradition whenever that happens."



The third asari continued. "It's to find a soft little piece of ass like you and fuck her brains out."



"You like the sound of that, human?" Lanira said. "Well, not that it matters, because it's gonna happen anyway, whether you want it to or not."

Miranda watched with wide eyes as the three other asari mercs begin removing their armor. Her rational mind was telling her that she needed to find a way out of this situation, and fast. While one of Lanira's hands left Miranda's breast to begin sliding down her waist, Miranda had already formulated a strategy to fire off a warp field into the crowd of stripping asari, drive an elbow into Lanira's abdomen, and then make a break for it. The lock on the door would take seconds for her omni-tool to crack, and then she'd be free.



It was an excellent plan, one that she was almost positive would work. So what the hell was stopping her from putting it into motion?



Lanira's rough, seeking hand finally found its target: the bottom hem of Miranda's dress. While her other hand continued roughly groping at Miranda's tit, the hand below Miranda's waist began hiking up her dress.



"Look at that!" said one of the asari mercs, she and her comrades now down to nothing but their underwear. "You forget something when you got dressed, human slut?"



Miranda felt her cheeks turn red. Underneath the skirt, the only thing she was wearing was the small dark patch of hair above her tingling pussy. She'd felt so deliciously naughty when she'd thrown her panties back in the drawer, her mind filled with images of some turian male lifting up her dress and bending her over in an alley. Now, watching these asari laugh at her brazenness, she was starting to regret the decision.



"Do it!" her rational mind was screaming at her. "You're running out of time! They're unarmed, they have no armor on... what the hell are you waiting for?"



And then Lanira's fingers began stroking the nub of Miranda's clit, and all rational thought immediately fled Miranda's mind, lost in the ecstatic sensations that seemed to stimulate every nerve in her body at once.



"Look at the little slut," said one of the asari with a rough laugh. "She loves it, Lanira."



The asari's hand worked busily between Miranda's legs, while Miranda squirmed in her grasp. But her struggles were no longer out of a desire to escape; in fact, she was humping her hips forward against Lanira's talented fingers, trying her best to press them harder against her pulsing, dripping sex.



"Aediri!" Lanira called out to one of the other asari, with light-blue skin, the lean but muscular body of a swimmer, and dark tattoos covering almost every inch of her arms. "Go get the stuff." While the tattooed asari went through a door into another room, Lanira shoved Miranda toward the other two asari. In her high heels, Miranda made it two steps before tumbling forward, the taller of the two remaining asari catching her.



"Careful, now," she said, leering down at Miranda's naked body with undisguised lust. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself now. Well, no more than Masia here is going to."



Miranda took a look over at Masia, indigo-colored and with the largest muscles Miranda had ever seen on an asari. Reaching down, Masia grabbed a handful of Miranda's bare ass, giving it a rough squeeze and a few jiggles. "Shit, human," the muscular asari stared down at Miranda's curvy backside. "You've got an ass made for spanking, you know that?" Rearing back, she delivered a hard slap to Miranda's ass, the crack of the impact followed quickly by Miranda's surprised cry.



"Get her down on the floor," Lanira said, and Miranda looked behind her to see that she had stripped off her clothing as well, and wore only her panties as she watched her comrades groping at Miranda.



The two asari ordered her down on her hands and knees, and Miranda meekly complied. Aediri returned to the room and dropped a box on the floor at Miranda's side, the contents letting out a rattle at the impact. While Lanira and Masia started digging through the container, Aediri and the last asari moved into position in front of Miranda.

"Look at her, Dalis," Aediri huskily muttered into her comrade's earhole. "She's fucking begging for it." She moved to stand behind Dalis, her tattooed arms reaching up to caress the other asari's breasts. Unhooking Dalis's bra, Aediri pulled it away to reveal mounds that would make a matriarch jealous. The two of them kissed passionately as they both sank slowly to the floor, Dalis spreading her legs and moving until Miranda's face was situated directly in front of her crotch.



Aediri reached down to the crotch of Dalis's panties, pulling them aside to reveal the dark-blue pussy lips underneath. "What are you waiting for, human?" Aediri said, resting her chin on Dalis's shoulder and staring down at Miranda impatiently. "The sooner you get that tongue to work, the sooner this'll all be over."



Tentatively, Miranda extended her tongue. She'd certainly never done anything like this before, with a human woman much less an asari. But Miranda had pleasured herself enough to know what felt good to her, and she hoped that the asari anatomy was similar enough to humans that all the same buttons could be pushed.



Just as the tip of her tongue hit Dalis's folds, Miranda heard a soft buzzing sound from behind her. She tried to turn to look, but she suddenly found two thick blue thighs locked around her head, Dalis telling her without words that the time for stalling had passed.



As she began lapping at the asari's pussy in earnest, she felt something cold and metal start to vibrate against her clit. One of the other asari must have retrieved a vibrator from the box of "toys," and was teasingly rubbing it between Miranda's legs. Whichever one of them it was, they were doing an excellent job at driving Miranda crazy. Just as the buzzing sensation between her legs was about ready to drive her to climax, it was pulled away. Miranda would have voiced a protest if she thought it would have mattered, and if her tongue wasn't already busy lapping up the sweet juices leaking from Dalis's warm snatch.



"My turn," Miranda heard the deep voice of Masia, and then let out a shriek as something hard and flat slapped against her tender ass. She struggled to concentrate on the oral task in front of her, while another new blow, from what Miranda assumed was some sort of paddle, would rain down on her ass every few seconds.



Finally, Miranda felt Dalis's thighs loosen around her head, while she jerked her hips forward and fluids flooded out of her pussy. The satisfied asari moved away, only for Aediri to take her place, directing Miranda to get back to work.



It went on that way for hours, the four asari mercenaries rotating positions. One would thrust her crotch into Miranda's face, while two behind her would alternate between pleasuring her with the vibrator and punishing her with the paddle. Miranda felt like she was going to explode, the four asari keeping her on the brink of orgasm for so long that she thought she might go insane. At one point, one of them reached into the box and pulled out a pair of gleaming metal nipple clamps. Miranda had winced as they had attached the tight clips to her stiff nipples, but she was shocked to find that the added sensation of pain only heightened the pleasure she was deriving from this degrading experience.



Finally, after she had licked all four of them to orgasm at least twice, her face glistening with their juices, Miranda felt herself get shoved down flat against the floor. Whoever was operating the vibrator pressed it hard against Miranda's clit, and Miranda could feel her climax start to hit.



"So, human," she could barely hear Lanira with the blood rushing through her ears. "Do you like being the Sisterhood's slut?"



"Yes," she quickly answered, bucking her hips against the vibrator between her thighs. "Yes, I love it. I fucking love being a dirty slut.... ohhhh!" She could feel the floor getting damp underneath her as her fluids began flowing out of her. After a minute of spasms and squeals of delight, she finally went limp.



Standing up, Lanira signaled to Aediri. "Glad to hear it, slut. Because the Sisterhood has one last gift for you before we go. Just a little something to remember us by."

"What..." Miranda started to roll over, but soon found herself pinned to the ground. She couldn't see what was happening from her position, but from the one last slap that struck her ass, Miranda guessed that the massive Masia was crouching over her back, holding her in place. When Miranda felt her ankles each being gripped by a pair of powerful hands, the fear she'd felt when she first stepped into this room returned.



"Right there," Miranda heard Lanira say. And that's when she felt the needle piercing her sore ass.



"No, they're drugging me," were Miranda's first thoughts, along with vivid images of her being knocked unconscious and dragged back to some grimy mercenary lair to be used as the Sisterhood's personal sex slave. But when she felt the needle penetrate again, and several times more, she soon realized what was actually happening and jolted in shock.



"Don't struggle, now," she heard Aediri say, while the painful piercing sensations continued. "Or we'll have to start all over."



Miranda lost track of how long she was pinned there, the asari mercs joking with each other while Aediri finished up her task. Once the needles had stopped being inserted, she felt the cold sensation of medigel being sprayed over the area. After a few minutes more, Masia's weight finally lifted off her.



"Absolutely perfect," Lanira said. Looking over her shoulder, Miranda saw the asari directing a handheld mirror towards Miranda's ass. There, against the reddened skin of her abused backside, Miranda saw a dark tattoo with the unmistakable logo of Eclipse.



"Congratulations," Aediri said, packing up the tattoo kit and making her way towards her discarded armor. "You're now an official Sisterhood whore. Next time you're on Illium, look us up and we'll give you another just like that one."



While Miranda lay on the floor, too spent and tired to even move, the four asari mercs dressed and made their way to the door. The last to leave, Lanira turned before stepping out and stared down at Miranda. "Here, get yourself a taxi," she said, while tossing a handful of Illium coins at Miranda's prone body. Laughing, Lanira departed.



After some time to marshal her energy, Miranda finally managed to rise to her feet. Stepping over to the discarded mirror, Miranda used it to again study the tattoo the Sisterhood had left on her body.



It was a pointless act, more a way to humiliate her than an actual permanent mark. Getting a tattoo removed was a trivial matter; she could have Dr. Chakwas take it off and be back to duty within an hour.



"But then you'd have to explain where it came from," Miranda thought to herself. And it was a funny thing. The more she stared at that black mark of shame on her ass, the more she sort of liked it.



"Next time you're on Illium, look us up and we'll give you another just like that one," Lanira had said, and Miranda found herself pivoting the mirror to consider what would be the best spot for the next one. And the one after that. Maybe even a few Blue Suns and Blood Pack symbols to match.



Thoughts of what she'd have to do to earn those symbols kept a pleasant tingle going through Miranda's body all the way back to the Normandy.



* * *



"...crazy, she wants me to pull all the surveillance vids from the Normandy from the past two months," Miranda heard Joker saying as she stepped through the Normandy airlock. "I mean, even if something was going on that we didn't notice, EDI'd have to have seen it, right?"



Garrus was leaning against the bulkhead as he chatted with Joker, looking sexy as hell in that scarred-up armor. "Shepard isn't the type to be paranoid without a reason, Joker. Maybe something's..." he turned to see who had arrived on the ship, and his jaw just about dropped to Deck 5. "Miranda, you... that dress..."



"You like it?" Miranda said, sauntering up to Garrus and placing a light finger on his chest. "Kelly loaned to me. Maybe next time we're on shore leave, you'll get another chance to see me in it." Turning to walk away, she paused to arch an eyebrow at Garrus and add, "Or maybe even... out of it."

Making her way toward the elevators, she stopped for a moment and glanced back over her shoulder at Garrus. With a wink, she tugged slightly at the pink dress. Garrus made a sound like he'd swallowed his tongue as the adjustment put Miranda's bare ass on display, still slightly red and with the Eclipse tattoo plainly visible. Swinging her hips as she walked, she made sure Garrus got one hell of a show as she casually strolled away.