Making A Mistake

"Oh, God, Miranda, you're amazing!" Kelly squealed, her naked body glistening with sweat as she writhed on Miranda's bed.  45 minutes ago she had arrive at Miranda's office to discuss her recent activities.  41 minutes ago Kelly's clothes were on the floor and Miranda's warm, tattooed body was pressed up against hers, her tongue diving into Kelly's mouth without finding any resistance.



At the moment, Miranda was between Kelly's thighs, thrusting a large pink dildo in and out of her pussy while her tongue worked on the young yeoman's clit at the same time.  Kelly gasped and moaned as Miranda's expert skills drove her toward her third orgasm of the night.  



"Still think I need fucking counseling, Miss Chambers?" Miranda said with a naughty grin, withdrawing the dildo to lick off Kelly's juices before sliding it back in.



"Yes, yes, yes," Kelly breathed.  "I want to see you in my office first thing tomorrow.  We need to have some... ohhhh... some intense psychotherapy.  Get to the... oh fuck... get to the root of your problem and..."



Miranda looked over her shoulder.  "Ensign Rhodes, get the fuck over here and give this bitch something useful to do with her mouth."



Getting up from her rest on the nearby couch with a lazy smile, the buxom blonde ensign strode nude over to the bed and lowered her dripping mound onto Kelly's face.  Kelly grinned before diving in, and it wasn't long before the blonde began her own set of heated moans.



In the corner of the room, masked under her cloaking device, Kasumi watched the lesbian three-way in concern.  Ever since the victory at the Collector Base, she hadn't had much to do.  Shepard and the rest of the crew didn't really include her in all their big plans regarding the Reapers - not that she'd have much to contribute anyway, considering the intergalactic race of annihilators didn't have many priceless artifacts to steal - so to pass the time, she amused herself by wandering the ship with her cloak engaged, keeping an eye out for anything going on.



And over the past few months, most events of interest centered on the woman who was currently bringing the ship's yeoman to another screaming climax.  Far from the first act of depravity Kasumi had seen since concentrating her spying efforts on Miss Lawson, and doubtful not even the last to be engaged in tonight.  Like most of the crew of the Normandy, she knew enough about Miranda to know that these acts of rampant copulation were not in character for the normally ice-cold senior officer.  But most members of the crew were either too polite or intimidated to interfere in Miranda's affairs, or too busy fucking the shit out of her to care.



Kasumi told herself that she wasn't doing this just because Miranda was making regular visits to Jacob in the armory.  It was for the good of the ship, for Shepard's mission to find out what was going on with Miranda.  And besides, if Jacob thought Miranda was good, wait until he got a taste of a little space-ninja action once this situation got wrapped up.



Over on the bed, the participants were shifting position.  Kelly now had hold of the dildo and was putting it to good use on Miranda, who sat on the edge of her bed while the blonde sidled up behind her, fondling her breasts and pulling on her nipples.  Miranda moaned and muttered endless obscenities, a few that even Kasumi, who'd been exposed to some of the most vicious and depraved criminals in the universe, had never heard before.



It was another hour before the three finished, and Kelly and the blonde were hustled out the door by Miranda.  Normally, Kasumi followed Miranda's latest conquest as they left, to cover her exit.  This time, however, something told her to stay.  She had a sneaking suspicion that if she hung around a little longer, she might find an answer to Miranda's personality shift.



Settling herself silently into a chair in the corner, Kasumi watched as Miranda fell back on her bed and started to sleep.  If Kasumi was wrong, this was going to be a long, boring night; she didn't dare betray her presence by opening the door to leave, so she'd have to hang out here all night.  It wasn't long, however, before the door chime sounded.



* * *



"Knock, knock," Jack said after performing her customary zapping of Miranda and walking into the room.  Instead of hopping up on her desk, however, Jack simply instructed Miranda to stand in the middle of the room.  Jack walked around the hypnotized woman and admired her handiwork.  Aside from her face, there was not a single bare inch of flesh on Miranda not covered in tattoos.  After getting bored with Miranda's long black hair, Jack had instructed her to change.  Miranda now wore a short, punk-style hairdo, dyed blond with a neon pink streak.  Several earrings glinted from all around Miranda's earlobes, and Jack had noticed during the previous night's cunt-licking that Miranda had added a tongue stud to the list of body modifications.



The most amusing part, to Jack at least, had been to make Miranda set up an appointment with a doctor on Illium to enhance her already-large breasts.  Jack cupped one of Miranda's new massive 34DDD breasts and worked her thumb around one of Miranda protruding nipples, the piercing there now linked to the other by a thin gold chain.



Yep, Miranda was now one of the sexiest fucking sluts Jack had ever seen.  Still, Jack had held off on fucking her, at least while she wasn't under the influence of the device.  She had something else in mind for that.



"Miranda, been thinking it's about time to finish this thing up," she said.  "Turning you into the ship's bicycle with this little hypno-device has been such a blast, and I know most of the crew has been enjoying it too, but it's about time for the main event."



Jack beckoned Miranda to stand up, and leaning close, she whispered her final instructions into Miranda's ear.  "Do you understand?" Jack asked.



For one brief moment, there was a slight hesitation from Miranda.  Jack worried for a moment that Miranda might actually be resisting her new orders, but it was just a momentary pause before Miranda said, "Yes."



"You don't know how hard this has been, princess," Jack said.  "Biding my time and letting this all play out.  But we're almost finished now, and when we're all done... well, I think you're really gonna love it."  Jabbing the device down into her pocket, Jack headed out the door.



* * *



Kasumi watched the stock-still Miranda in horror.  It was all clear now.  She wasn't sure where Jack had gotten hold of such a powerful device, but she knew full well the rivalry between her and Miranda, and it would only make sense that this would be the sort of thing Jack would do if she had the ability to.



Disengaging her cloak, Kasumi walked up to Miranda and grabbed her by the shoulders.  "Wake up," she hissed, shaking her.  "Miranda, snap out of it."



Miranda didn't respond for several seconds.  Then, out of nowhere, she blinked.  Her eyes focused on Kasumi and she let out a startled yelp.  "Kasumi, what the fuck are you doing here?"  she said, making no efforts to cover her nakedness at the unexpected visitor.



"It's Jack," Kasumi breathed.  "Jack's been doing this to you."



"Doing what to me?" Miranda said with a friendly smile.  "I haven't seen Jack around in weeks."



"She was just here, she..." Kasumi was about to explain, when she felt fingers wrap around one of her breasts.



"Forget about Jack," Miranda said, staring up and down Kasumi's body and wantonly licking her lips.  "I've been meaning to call you in for your... performance review.  Why don't we get you out of this fucking suit and..."



"No!" Kasumi exclaimed, slapping Miranda's hand away.  "Think about it, Miranda.  Were you ever like this before?  Have you ever had this much sex before the last few months?  Would you have ever considered getting all these tattoos?"



"Nope," Miranda said with a crooked smile.  "I was serious and boring, God, I was such a bitch.  Always so worried about what other people thought of me.  But then I realized... fuck 'em.  I do whatever I feel like doing, and if somebody's got a problem with it, they can kiss my ass."  Before Kasumi could react, Miranda's hand flashed out and gripped her behind.  "Speaking of which, anybody ever told you that yours looks absolutely delicious?"

Something about Miranda being close to her like this was making Kasumi light-headed.  The smell of her perfume seemed to fill up her lungs, and the feeling of their bodies pressing together was starting to feel better and better.  Her hand started creeping up to the zipper of her bodysuit, and she was almost ready to succumb when an image of Jacob sprang into her mind.

With all of her willpower, Kasumi took one hand and roughly shoved Miranda's away from her backside.  With the other, she slapped Miranda across the face.  Miranda stared at Kasumi in shock, but before she could say anything, Kasumi plowed ahead.



"Jack's got some sort of device, looks like a remote control or something, that she just came in and used on you.  It was like you were hypnotized, she gave you instructions and you agreed to them.  She talked about some sort of plan she had for you, it sounded like she had been doing this for a while now.  She's been doing this to you, getting revenge on you."



Miranda shook her head.  "No, that isn't... I did this myself.  I always wanted to do this, to loosen up and..."



"Did you really?  Think back, Miranda.  Back to before all of this started happening.  To before the Collector base, before you were even on this ship.  Did you ever have thoughts like this before?"



Miranda leaned against her desk, her face wracked with turmoil.  Finally, she choked out, "Oh, God.  Oh, God, you're right.  This isn't me."  Looking down at her body, an elaborate maze of tattoos curling around a massive set of fake tits, a tear dripped down Miranda's face.  "Look what she fucking did to me.  Look what..."



Kasumi walked forward and embraced Miranda.  Even as the woman wept, Kasumi was waiting with fear for her hands to start groping again, but nothing came.



"We'll fix things, Miranda, don't worry," Kasumi reassured her.



"I'll kill her," Miranda snarled.  "Go down there and..."



Kasumi shook her head.  "No, we can't be too obvious.  If she sees us coming, she'll just use the mind control device on us."  Even as she said it, the thought of Jack using that thing on her made her shudder.  If there was one thing Kasumi valued above all else, it was her independence.  The thought of somebody using her like a puppet was too horrible to consider.



"We need to set a fucking trap," Miranda said.  "Make sure she doesn't see us coming."  Kasumi was glad to see Miranda's professional demeanor return.  "Get her somewhere I can take the bitch out.  I doubt Shepard will miss her much, the little cunt was never really one of us anyway."



Even in this dire situation, Kasumi had to stifle a laugh, hearing Miranda give this determined speech interspersed with the language of a gutter whore from the Earth slums.  Getting serious, she said.  "I have an idea."