Quarian Directives

 

Soon after she arrived back on the ship, Shepard announced that there was a change in the patrol schedule they had settled into after defeating the Collectors. Setting a course for Omega, Shepard ordered Joker to get them there as fast as possible. Miranda didn't know why it was so important to reach Omega quickly, and for some reason Shepard was being strangely cagey, refusing to tell her or anyone else about what the plans were once they got there.



But really, Miranda didn't care all that much. She had other, more important things to deal with right now.



"It seems I have become a popular conversation partner today," said Samara as Miranda sat cross-legged across from her. "After working alone for so long, it is strange to be in such a... friendly environment. But your company is welcome, Miss Lawson."



Miranda smiled at the serene asari. "Thank you, Samara. Although I have to admit, I'm surprised you're being so accommodating. After all, I was a member of Cerberus."



Samara's expression darkened slightly. "The Illusive Man's crimes are many and terrible, yes. And were you still in his service, the Code might compel me to bring you to justice," she gave Miranda a reassuring smile. "But you are not, and his crimes are not your crimes. And you have taken no action during our service together that would require me to oppose you. Do not worry, Miss Lawson; I have no quarrel with you."



"I'm glad to hear it. With all the rules and regulations justicars have to follow, I would have been sure I was in violation of one of them," she laughed lightly. Samara did not return the gesture, her eyes drifting down to look curiously at the two items Miranda had brought in with her: a datapad, and a long item wrapped in cloth.



"It really is fascinating, though, the whole process of becoming a justicar," Miranda continued, drawing Samara's attention back to her. "To give up so much, devote your whole life to nothing but the pursuit of justice."



Samara nodded. "Shepard has found the concept fascinating as well; we have discussed it at length in the past. But I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have."



"I appreciate that, but really I had just one. What's the Purgation?"



The smile immediately disappeared from Samara's face at the word. "That... that is something only to be known by justicars. We do not discuss it with outsiders."



Almost in response to Samara's change of expression, Miranda's smile grew even wider. "Well, I'm sorry, but I have to admit, it was a rhetorical question. Because, really, I already knew."



"That's impossible. No one outside of the justicar order is allowed to speak of it."



Miranda shrugged, as she brought up the datapad she had entered with. "Oh, you'd be surprised, the information the Illusive Man can get access to. His research into you and the rest of the team was quite thorough. Let me read you what my former associates wrote about it." Pushing a button on the datapad, Miranda watched as text scrolled up on the display. "'The Purgation is a ritual all justicar candidates must participate in before they are allowed into the order. They are asked to confess to all of their previous sins and crimes, and are "purged" of them by being subjected to biotic torture. Once all of a candidate's sins have been purged, they will be deemed worthy to join the order.'"



Looking over the datapad into Samara's narrowed eyes, Miranda smirked. "Very interesting, indeed. So, Samara, what sins did you have to be purged of?"

Samara's voice lost its previous friendliness, and was cold and stern. "I will not speak of such matters, and I feel it would be best if you..."



Miranda interrupted Samara's words with a laugh. "Sorry, sorry, I did it again. See, we already knew that, too." Seeing the surprise on Samara's face, Miranda chuckled as she tapped out a series of characters on the datapad. "Oh, guess you didn't know that the justicar order actually records vids of the Purgation. Not sure why, but..."



"How could... even if that were true, that would be centuries old. How could Cerberus manage to..."



Miranda turned the datapad towards Samara and pressed the play button. Samara went dead silent as she saw herself, hundreds of years ago, in the traditional garb of a justicar candidate. She knelt on the floor, panting and coated with sweat. It was several hours into her Purgation, and the pain she was being put through was obvious.



"Must anything else be purged?" said the conductor of the Purgation ceremony.



"I have lain with many women," said the younger Samara on the screen. "During my maidenhood, I took many into my bed."



The conductor questioned her. "You merged with them?"



Samara nodded. "Yes... and more."



"Elaborate, please."



"I engaged in physical contact with them. Stimulating their azures with my hands and with devices."



"Is there more?" the conductor prodded.



"Yes. Often times I would bind my lovers, and force them to engage in humiliating actions." Samara said the words without shame or any other emotion, reading them off like someone would read off their grocery list. "I enjoyed dominating them. Letting them know that I was the one in charge, and that they had no choice but to obey."



The conductor nodded, showing no reaction to the sordid details of Samara's love life. "Are you ready to be purged of these sins?"



"I am," Samara said. An asari visible off to the side of Samara extended a hand, and Samara winced as she was surrounded by a cloud of biotic power, the other asari reaving her.



Once Samara had recovered sufficiently, the conductor continued. "Must anything else be purged?"



"I stole..."



Miranda stopped the playback, the relevant part of the video finished.



Samara stared at her through narrowed, severe eyes. "What is the purpose of showing me this?" she said, the tone of her voice dangerous.



"See, what I don't understand is... the Justicar Code doesn't forbid physical relationships," Miranda said as she laid the datapad down. "Strictly speaking, all those times you spent fucking those other women, you weren't really 'sinning,' at least as far as the justicars were concerned. So why bring it up?"



Samara said nothing at first, staring daggers at Miranda. Finally, she said, "The Purgation is not just for our sins. It is to leave behind those aspects of us that do not belong in our new lives as justicars. I had no intention of pursuing such carnal relations in the future, so I asked that they be purged."



"But just because they gave you a jolt doesn't mean those feelings are gone, right? There's a part of you, somewhere inside, that wishes she could do those things again."



"If that were true, and I do not believe that is the case, then such feelings are not important," Samara frowned. "Miss Lawson, I think it's time for you..."



Miranda held up a hand to stop Samara speaking. "Just one more thing. See, I want to tell you the real reason I came to see you. Like when you became a justicar, I'm also leaving my old life behind, so to speak. And I was hoping that you... you would conduct the Purgation on me."



Even with all of her resolve, the fury on Samara's face was apparent. "To even consider such a thing is a blasphemy. You are not even supposed to know about the Purgation, and you would ask me to profane this sacred ritual by conducting it on..."



"Well, that's the other thing," Miranda said as she reached for the cloth-wrapped package. "Strictly speaking, you wouldn't be conducting the real ceremony. Just... a version of it. Instead of using your biotics on me," Miranda said as she started unwrapping the item under the cloth, "I want you to use this."

Samara's eyes went wide with anger as she saw what Miranda had brought: a thick, intimidating-looking strap-on. Miranda had purchased it on Illium before the Normandy had left, the sleazy vendor promising that it was "the closest you could get to a krogan cock without flying to Tuchanka and receiving a breeding request."



"If..." Samara said, starting to shake with anger, "If this is some sort of practical joke..."



"No, I'm really being sincere here," Miranda said, as she waved the strap-on towards Samara's face. "Calm down, Samara. Take a deep, deep breath and consider what I'm asking you."



Samara did take a breath, although Miranda was sure it was to yell at her to leave immediately.



But then the smell hit her nostrils, and Miranda started to see the effects almost instantly.



They had picked it up on a previous mission: a strange xeno-pheromone that, when inhaled or ingested, interacted directly with the pleasure center of the affected individual's brain. To put in vulgar terms, it made the person incredibly horny.



Miranda had paid a visit to Mordin's lab a few hours earlier and, after asking to see some of the xeno-pheromone and "accidentally" exposing Mordin to it, she ended up taking her second salarian cock of the last few weeks. And before paying this visit to Samara, she had applied the pheromone all along the length of the strap-on, the fumes stirring her already overactive libido as she worked.



And now, Miranda watched in anticipation as the shout Samara was about to deliver died in her throat. Her nostrils flared as Miranda continued to wave the strap-on in her face, her eyelids starting to droop and her mouth hanging slightly open.



"This... what is happening to me?" Samara muttered, raising a hand to her forehead.



"You're feeling it, aren't you?" Miranda said, as she placed the tip of the strap-on directly under Samara's nose. "Those old urges. You want to take me just like you used to do in your maiden days, don't you?"



Samara weakly slapped the strap-on out of her face, but her breath was already coming in shallow, rapid gasps. "No... no, I am not that person anymore."



"Deny it all you want," Miranda said as she continued to wave the fumes coming off the strap-on into Samara's face. "Deep down inside, you know what you really want."



"I... I want..."



Dropping the strap-on in Samara's lap, Miranda stood and took several steps away, turning to allow Samara to get a good look at her. "If you're not sure, let me show you what I'm offering." Drawing the zipper of her jumpsuit down slowly, Miranda darted her tongue to lick her lips as she slowly parted the tight fabric, revealing more and more of her bare...



"Gah!" Samara cried out, and Miranda was suddenly flying through the air, striking the wall face-first with a thump from the force of Samara's biotic powers. For a moment, Miranda thought Samara had shaken off the effects of the pheromone. But then she felt Samara's hands roughly grabbing at her clothes and yanking them off of her body, and she blissfully smiled.



"You are a sinner," Samara firmly intoned as she tossed Miranda's jumpsuit away and grabbed at her panties to tear them off with a single powerful tug. "You're a sinner, and it is my sacred duty as a justicar to purge you of your sins." The words Samara were saying had absolutely nothing to do with the Code or justicar law at all, and probably had more to do with the carnal sensations that were flooding the formerly chaste asari at the moment.



"Yes," Miranda cooed, as the last of her clothing was torn from her body, and Samara flung her naked form to the floor. "Purge me, mighty Justicar. Punish me for my sins." She glanced down at the strap-on and then back up at Samara.



But Samara shook her head. "Before we begin your Purgation, Miss Lawson, you must kneel before the Goddess Athame. Kneel, and express your desire to be purged."



Before Miranda could ask what that entailed, and if Samara had some sort of altar stashed in this room somewhere, Samara made her intent clear by reaching for the first fastener on her outfit.

"Oh, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Miranda thought, remembering back to that morning in the shower where all of this had seemed to begin. Before long, Samara was naked before her. Turning her back to Miranda, she bent over and presented her naked sex to Miranda.



"Kneel, sinner," Samara commanded, looking back at Miranda with eyes half-commanding, half-crazy with lust. "Kneel and worship in the proper fashion."



Miranda crawled forward, eyes locked on Samara's glistening, dripping azure. Reaching up to caress the asari's ample backside, Miranda extended her tongue to catch a falling drop of Samara's hot juices, before slowly and lovingly licking up and down the folds of Samara's soaking pussy.



"Yes," Samara moaned, desires she had long suppressed being drawn out of her by the influence of the pheromone. "Worship me, filthy sinner. Worship me with your lips and your tongue."



Miranda seemed to recall she was supposed to be worshiping the Goddess, but the semantics of their little game didn't really matter when Miranda was working at sucking up every last drop of Samara's arousal. After that night on Illium, she was becoming well-acquainted with the look, feel, and taste of the asari azure, and from the heated moans Samara was letting out, servicing the Sisterhood had taught Miranda well.



"Oh... oh, Goddess forgive me..." Samara exclaimed, before letting out a series of panting, desperate moans. Miranda felt Samara's juices dripping down her face as the asari experienced her first climax in centuries. Closing her eyes, Miranda licked and sucked on the wonderful tasting pussy in front of her, until without warning it was taken away.



Opening her eyes, Miranda watched in awe as Samara's eyes flared a shining blue. The strap-on lying on the floor began hovering in the air toward Samara, and as if being manipulated by an invisible hand, the straps began wrapping and fastening themselves around Samara's hips. Within seconds the process was finished, and a thick krogan cock jutted out from Samara's crotch.



"On your hands and knees," Samara ordered. "It is time for the Purgation."



Miranda obeyed, Samara kneeling down behind her and placing the head of the massive strap-on against Miranda's labia. "What must be purged?" Samara asked her, placing her hands at the curve of Miranda's hips and readying herself for the punishment.



"I... was in a pro-human organization that ran illegal and unethical experiments," Miranda confessed. "We ran tests on rachni, the Thorian, and thresher maws, and many people died or were traumatized as a result of our actions."



"Are you ready to be purged of these sins?" Samara asked the question, apparently no longer worried about the heresy of using the sacred texts of her order as part of a sex game.



Miranda nodded. "I am."



Samara thrust, and the giant fake krogan cock drove its way into Miranda's pussy. Miranda threw back her head and howled, while Samara withdrew and thrust several more times before placing the tip of the strap-on back at the opening of Miranda's snatch.



"Must anything else be purged?" Samara questioned.



Miranda gasped for air, still recovering from the sensation of the giant cock penetrating her. "I brought Commander Diana Shepard back to life with the intention of using her as a tool to fight the Reapers. I would have installed a control chip in her brain and used her like a puppet if the Illusive Man hadn't ordered me not to."



"Are you ready to be purged of these sins?"



Miranda bit her lip and braced herself. "Yes," she said. Even being prepared for it, she still cried out as the giant phallus violated her once again. Miranda bit the ball of her thumb to stop her cries as Samara mercilessly drove the strap-on into her again and again.



After about fifteen thrusts, Samara returned to her original position, cock primed in position for the next punishment. "Must anything else be purged?"



"I... once found the idea of being with an alien, of letting an alien touch me intimately, to be disgusting. I refused to even consider the notion of having sex with an alien."



"Are you ready to be purged of these sins?"

Miranda nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes..." Samara entered Miranda again, her hips slapping against Miranda's ass as she fucked Miranda in earnest. Miranda moaned and writhed in an equal mix of pain and pleasure, bringing one hand up underneath her to rub frantically at her clit.



"Must anything else be purged?" Samara said, but this time there was no pause in her firm thrusting into Miranda.



"Fuck," Miranda moaned. "I... I was a frigid bitch who... who never had any fucking fun. I never enjoyed myself, never went out and had a good time, and never would have considered letting every alien who wanted to fuck me... ooh, letting them use me like a dirty fucking whore. I wasn't a nasty alien-loving slut, wasn't a filthy human hole for aliens to dump their cum into. I wa... I..."



"Are you ready to be purged of these sins?"



Miranda threw back her head and yelled. "Yes! Yes, I'm leaving that all behind! That was my old life, and now I'm... fuck yeeeeeeeessssssss!" Miranda felt her climax hit, so intense that she nearly passed out. Samara thrust into her one last time, burying the strap-on quad-deep into Miranda's snatch, before pulling out and moving away, watching while Miranda squealed and twitched.



When Miranda had finally recovered and gotten up off the ground, Samara had removed the strap-on from her hips and was staring out of the observation bay window with vacant eyes.



"This was wrong," Samara said. "I cannot believe I could be so weak."



Miranda walked up next to her and laid a hand on her bare ass. "Does that mean we're not doing this again tomorrow night?"



Staring down at her feet, Samara's face was filled with shame. "No, it doesn't."



"Great," Miranda said, quickly dressing and grabbing her things, concealing the strap-on in the cloth covering again. "In the meantime, I plan to rack up a lot more sins to be purged for the next time, so be ready."



Samara said nothing, still staring at the floor. Shrugging, Miranda left the shaken asari alone. No time to dwell on such things; she had a lot more to get done before they reached Omega. A certain charming turian in the forward battery, that scaly hunk of man in life support, and...



Back in her office, Miranda unwrapped the strap-on again. "Close as you can get to a real krogan without fucking one yourself, huh?" she mused to herself. "Looks like I might have to do a little comparison shopping."