Quarian Directives

 

In the dream, she was back on Earth. But an Earth vastly different from the one she remembered from her last visit.



She felt metal bite into her neck, as the slave master yanked on the chain attached to her collar. The pace was brutal, and walking on the streets in her bare feet was murder, but she fought to keep up with the turian leading her by her leash.



Looking around, the streets of Earth were filled with aliens. In the dream, she knew that the rest of the galaxy had descended upon her race's planet, and taken it for their own. And somehow, they had agreed to share it amongst themselves.



There was no animosity, no tension between them. Turians chatted pleasantly with krogans, who would turn to greet and wave at salarians. Asari and batarians exchanging hugs and friendly conversation. All the alien races, together in harmony.



And trailing behind most of them, on a leash just like hers, were their human slaves.

They were all naked, just like her. There was no need to waste clothing on lesser beings like them. They all followed obediently behind their masters, some of them carrying items from shopping trips, others just there for the pleasure of their alien superiors.



As Miranda was dragged through the streets, she would occasionally spot one of the aliens reaching into their pants and pulling out their cocks. Knowing what was expected of them, their slaves would immediately drop to their knees and begin servicing their masters. Miranda understood that, in this world, this was a regular occurrence. A way to remind the slaves of who ruled over them. A glance to her left saw a turian and batarian exchanging a few casual words about the weather, while both of their slaves were bobbing their heads up and down on their exposed cocks.



Watching this for a few seconds, she saw the turian say something to the batarian, followed by the batarian barking an order down at his slave. As the two humans traded places and started lapping at the other alien's cock, Miranda understood that it was a common courtesy to allow others to sample your slaves in this world.



And while she continued her forced march through the streets of this new Earth, watching as human slaves sucked and fucked for their master's pleasure, she realized where she was going. She had been sold to her new owner, and the slave master was leading her to what would be her home from now on.



What would he be like, she thought to herself? Perhaps a slim, lusty salarian, or a hulking, massive krogan? Or perhaps even a sensual asari? Whoever it was, she knew that it was her duty to service her master to the best of her abilities, lest she be disposed of.



As the walk continued, she began to recognize faces in the crowd. Kasumi, her legs wrapped around the hips of her turian master while he fucked her, moaning as one of the turian's friends entered her from behind. Jacob, down on his hands and knees using his tongue on an asari, while another asari behind him prepared a large dildo to insert into his backside. Jack, once so cocky and independent, now lovingly blowing her batarian master with wide, adoring eyes.



And Shepard, down on her knees on the sidewalk, waiting with eager anticipation as Wrex, Wreav, and Grunt all jerked at their pricks, competing to be the first to cover the once proud Commander Shepard with their krogan cum.



It was a world where humans were little more than toys for the aliens of the galaxy. The idea of them becoming a council race, of being anything other than warm bodies to fuck, was long forgotten, and Miranda's entire race had been reduced to helpless, obedient servants.



Miranda let out a blissful sigh. It was heaven.



"Get moving, slave," the turian slave master ordered, giving a hard yank to her leash for emphasis. As she turned to face forward and got a good look, she realized that it was Garrus who was dragging her toward her new master. He looked back at her without a trace of compassion or even recognition. She wasn't Miranda to him anymore; she was just another human slave to be transported.



In her dream, she began to sense that they were nearing their destination. Before them loomed a massive mansion, larger even than her father's home. Whoever lived in a home like this, Miranda thought to herself, must be a very important person. Miranda felt her chest puff up with pride. That someone so high in the alien hierarchy on Earth would choose her to be their slave was a great honor.



Leading her up the front stairs, Garrus rang the doorbell. When the door opened, Miranda was surprised to see Kelly there, naked as all other human slaves and meekly bowing her head to her alien superior.



"Slave delivery for your mistress," Garrus said, reaching behind Miranda's back and unhooking her leash before shoving her forward.



"Thank you, sir," Kelly said. "My mistress has asked me to inform you that the credits should be delivered to your account."



Bringing up his omnitool to verify, Garrus nodded and turned to leave without another word.



"Follow me," Kelly said to Miranda. "Our mistress has been waiting for your arrival."

Mistress, she thought to herself. Miranda steeled herself for the tasks to come: in her experience (or the experience that the dream told her she had had), women could be even more cruel and demanding than male masters. She would have to work especially hard to keep her new mistress's favor. Especially, she thought as she shot a glance over at Kelly, since it seemed she would be competing for that favor.



Making their way down several hallways, they passed several more slaves, each of them staring at Miranda with awe-filled expressions. She recognized all of them: Donnelly and Daniels, Gardner, Zaeed and Dr. Chakwas. Even Joker was there, sitting to perform menial tasks on a video display for the mistress.



It seemed like almost the entire human crew of the Normandy were enslaved to Miranda's new mistress. Miranda felt something then, a strange tickle at the back of her mind. As if her subconscious was trying to tell her something.



But any of those thoughts melted away as Kelly opened a large set of double doors. "Please, go inside," Kelly said as she waved Miranda into the doors. "Pledge your loyalty to your mistress, and then your new life can begin."



Slowly, cautiously, Miranda walked into the darkened room. As she stepped forward, the world seemed to shift around her. The carpeted floors turned to metal gratings; the tapestries on the walls unraveled to reveal steel pipes and electrical conduits.



Soon, the room was fully lit, and Miranda realized she was in the engine room of the Normandy.



"Hello, Miranda," said a voice from behind her, and Miranda turned and gasped. "Are you ready to become my slave?"



It was all so clear now. Bowing to her knee, Miranda lowered her head to the ground in supplication.



"Yes, Mistress Tali," she said.



* * *



"Yes, Mistress Tali," she muttered, before her eyes snapped open and she found herself in her bed on the Normandy.



Slowly, the last remnants of the dream still disorienting her, she remembered what had happened. After her "celebration" in Afterlife, security had pulled away the last of the aliens waiting to fuck her and told her in no uncertain terms to return to the Normandy immediately. Once there, she had brazenly walked through the CIC, naked and dripping with alien cum, and taken a much-needed shower.



From there, she had gone straight to bed, only to experience that vivid dream.



Her mind was racing. The dream had been so real. Somehow, she didn't know how, but she knew that it contained the answers to her current situation.



"Tali," Miranda was muttering to herself as she quickly got dressed. "I need to talk to Tali."



It was funny, she thought to herself. Once she had discovered the power of the xeno-pheromone, she had used it to engage in several rounds of rough sex with the alien crew of the Normandy. And yet, it had never once occurred to her to use it on Tali.



Even stranger, she found herself realizing that it had been weeks since she'd even thought about Tali. With her always being down in the engine room, Miranda supposed that wasn't completely unusual. Still, with everything that had gone on with Tali and Shepard on the Migrant Fleet, she would have thought she would have checked in on the distraught alien at least once.



But she was going to handle that now. She was going to talk to Tali... needed to talk to Tali.



Stepping out of her office, she started to head to the lift, when she noticed the strange silence that had fallen across the mess hall.



When she stopped and turned to look, she saw everyone in the mess hall staring back at her.



"Is something wrong?" she asked them, but they all just kept staring back at her. The look in their eyes reminded her of the looks these same people were giving her in her dream.



One of them finally spoke. "It is tonight," she said, her voice breathless and delighted.



"The transgressors will face their judgment," her dining companion replied, a serene smile on his face. "They will join us, or they will be punished."



And then all of them spoke as one. "They will join us," they said in unison. "Or they will be punished."



Miranda started to say something, ask them what they were talking about. But again, her subconscious told her the answer.

"Tali," she said out loud. "I'm... going to see Tali."



As one, they all nodded, as if they already knew.



Wanting to get away from the disturbing sight as soon as possible, and get her answers just as quickly, Miranda made her way down to Deck 4 in a hurry.



"Tali!" she yelled as she charged into the engine room. "Tali, where are you?" She didn't know why she felt so frantic all of a sudden. Just that she knew she had to talk to Tali right now.



A door slid open behind her, and the subject of her search entered. "Hello, Miranda," Tali said, just as she had in the dream. But the next words were different. "Tell me something. How does it feel?"



"How does... what feel?" Miranda said, raising a hand to her forehead. As soon as she had seen Tali enter, she'd felt her head start to ache. It felt as if her brain was moving inside her skull, shifting and twisting into a different shape.



"How does it feel to be used?" Tali said, casually strolling around Miranda as she clutched at her head. "To be treated like nothing more than a slave, or a pet. To spend every second of your life working for the pleasure of other species, and getting nothing in return but being used and discarded? Was it fun? Did you enjoy it?" She watched Miranda continue to groan in pain and laughed. "Now that... you've gotten some perspective on it, how does it feel?"



The pain subsided, but Miranda realized that it was almost preferable to what it left in its wake. The lust for aliens, the fervent desire to have them fuck her, it was gone. She was who she was a few months ago, before...



"What did you do to me?" Miranda said through gritted teeth. She wanted to reach forward and grab Tali, shake her and demand answers, but suddenly found she was unable to move.



Tali laughed again, and there was something frightening in that laugh: the slightest hint of madness. "Why, nothing more than what you and Shepard did to me, Miranda. I mean, you didn't fuck me in the literal sense, of course. But you, Shepard, all of you humans destroyed my father's legacy, destroyed my life, and expected me to bend over and squeal, 'Oh, yes, fuck me harder!' Well, now that you've gotten that experience, tell me: did you enjoy it as much as I did?"



"Tali, Shepard didn't mean to..."



"Don't you talk about what Shepard meant to do!" Tali yelled into Miranda's face. "I don't give a damn what she meant to do! What she did was tear my heart out and stomp it into the ground! And then expected me to tell her she was right to do it! Expected me to still be her comrade, her friend, after doing something like that!"



Miranda was finally beginning to realize that she was alone in a room with an insane person. And no matter how much she tried, she couldn't make herself move.



"So, Miranda," Tali said, stepping around behind her and rustling through something. A syrupy, artificial sweetness had entered her voice, almost seeming like a mockery of the nice, friendly quarian they had recruited on Haestrom. "This is the part where you have a decision to make. Unlike Shepard, I'm actually willing to give you the freedom to choose."



Standing in front of Miranda, Tali waved a small metal box in her face. When Miranda finally recognized it, everything clicked into place. "The Shadow Broker's mind control device! But Shepard said she..."



"Yes, she says a lot of things that aren't true," Tali said bitterly. "Like how she'll stand by her crew, and how you should trust her. But forget about Shepard. That's for later. Right now, we're talking about you."



Holding up the device, Tali turned it in her hand. "It truly is amazing, how much power this device grants you over a human. You can make them feel anything, think anything... even become someone they're not."



Tucking the device away, Tali held up her other hand. In it was a datapad displaying Miranda's face, next to a box of text.

"This, Miranda, is the life and times of Misty Raya. A truly sad story, this one: she was kidnapped from a colony at an early age by batarian slavers. Once she had matured, she was immediately forced into sexual slavery by her captors. An Alliance raid eventually freed her from her captors but, sad to say, she didn't know anything else at that point except how to pleasure aliens. So she started turning tricks, her low self-esteem causing her to charge pocket change to any alien who wanted to use her."



Tali pressed on the screen, and the text scrolled down. "Eventually, Misty ended up on Cartagena Station, a vile den of pirates and mercenaries. But even criminals need companionship, and soon Misty is plying her trade for any aliens who are willing to pay her cheap whore prices."



"What the hell are you talking about?" Miranda said, struggling desperately to move.



"I'm talking about your first option," Tali said as she lowered the datapad. "If you decide the second one is not to your tastes, that is. See, if you choose the first option, then I will use the device on you one last time. And here is what I will command: you will immediately to go to Shepard and hand in your resignation. After that, you will leave the Normandy at the next port and book passage to Cartagena Station by any means necessary. Once there... you will become our dear Miss Raya."



Tali paced around Miranda, running her fingers across Miranda's body. "At first, you'll be playing a part. Using the identity I've set up for you as Misty, you'll pretend to be her. But after a few days, you'll start to remember things. Like when you were abducted by those batarians, and how they took you again and again. How you had no choice but to keep having sex with aliens in order to earn enough credits to survive."



"Soon," Tali said, standing behind Miranda, her masked face close to Miranda's ear, "your memories of Miranda Lawson will cease to exist. You'll be Misty Raya, cheap alien whore, for the rest of your life."



"No," Miranda said desperately, trying to shake her head but unable to move her neck the slightest centimeter. "Shepard wouldn't let me resign. She needs me too much."



There was that crazy laugh again. "Miranda, trust me: what Shepard would or wouldn't normally do, that isn't going to matter much from this day forward. I can guarantee you that, if you choose this first option, everything will happen exactly as I have planned it. Miranda Lawson will die, she will die and leave behind no body, no trace of her existence. And in her place with be nothing but a filthy... human... whore."



No, Miranda cried out in her mind. The idea of ceasing to exist like that, leaving behind her sister and everything she ever cared about... whatever the other option was, it had to be better than that.



As if hearing Miranda's thoughts, Tali resumed talking. "But then... there's the other option. I think this one is a lot better, but then, I'll leave that up to you."



Reaching into a pouch around her waist, Tali retrieved a large hypodermic injector. Placing it against her neck, she pushed the trigger, and the needle shot out and pierced through her suit into her skin.



"Aah," Tali let out a small wince, before pulling away the needle. "There. I've been planning for this day, you know. Taking a regular schedule of antibiotics and immune boosters. With all that medicine in my system right now, I should be able to stay out of my suit for at least five hours, with only a few minor infections."



And with that, Tali reached down to her waist again, this time to trigger several seals along the seam. After a few seconds, the bottom half of Tali's suit fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Her skin was pale, and gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat.



"You see, the first option, you would be the willing slave of any alien who paid your price," Tali said, confidently stepping around the engine room despite being half-naked. "But in the second option... you would only be the slave of one alien."



"Of you," Miranda said, finally understanding the strange behavior of all the crew over the last few weeks. God, it had been right in front of her all this time, and she'd realized it entirely too late.

Even behind her mask, Miranda could almost hear the smile that came to Tali's face as she answered. "Yes, of me. You will serve me without question, do anything I ask of you. Fuck anyone I ask you to. Your greatest concern, your most desperate desire in everything you do would be to do whatever it takes to please me. And in return, I will watch over you and protect you from harm."



Miranda scowled. "So, I'm a slave one way or the other. Why not just make it quick and kill me right here, if you blame me for everything that's happened?"



"Kill you? Why would I do that?" Tali asked innocently. "When I can just remake you into what I want you to be. Make you do anything I want you to do."



"Then why even offer me the goddamn choice?" Miranda cried out, her anger hiding the very real fear that there was no escape from this.



Tali reached up to stroke a hand across Miranda's cheek. "Because, sweet Miranda, I don't just want to make you my slave. I want you, and the rest of them, to choose to be my slave. To give yourself to me of your own free will."



"Fuck you," Miranda snapped. "You offer slavery, or a fate worse than slavery, and then pretend it's a real choice."



"What was it you said a few months ago?" Tali said as she ran a hand down Miranda's side. "'She's got nowhere else to go. Even with her own name cleared, the Migrant Fleet will still look on her as the daughter of a traitor. So unless she wants to strike out on her own, a quarian with no ship and no credits to her name, she's pretty much stuck here.' Slavery to you and Shepard, or a fate worse than slavery. Perhaps it sounds a little familiar."



Stepping away from the helpless Miranda, Tali cocked a naked hip and crossed her arms. "I think I've made your options clear." Reaching to her arm, she activated her omni-tool and pressed several buttons. "You have thirty seconds. If you haven't made a choice by then, I'll assume you've decided to refuse my generous second option, and want to live your life as Misty Raya from now on."



"Tali, please," Miranda said, unable to hide the desperation in her voice. "I'm sorry for what happened. Shepard's sorry too, I know she doesn't show it, but..."



"Twenty-five seconds."



Miranda felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Tali, you've gone crazy. This isn't you, I know it isn't. Please don't do this."



"It's already done, Miranda. Eighteen seconds."



She thought about Oriana, about Jacob. About all her dreams of having a child, being a better parent than her father ever was. And in a matter of seconds, all of those dreams would die.



"Tali... I..."



"Ten... nine... eight... seven..."



"I'll be your slave!" Miranda finally cried out. "Goddamn you, Tali, I'll be your slave!"



Tali shut down the omni-tool. "I thought you might say that. You've made the right choice, Miranda. Now, then... how about we make it official?"



Turning her back to Miranda, Tali bent slightly over, presenting her wide hips and gleaming backside to Miranda. "Right now, I think I'd very much like your tongue in my ass, Miranda," Tali said, placing a gloved hand on each of her asscheeks and spreading them wide.



"But I can't m..." Miranda started to say, then realized with a start that she could move.



Something was bothering her. Once she had told Tali she'd be her slave, she had expected her mind to shift immediately. To start worshiping at Tali's feet. But she didn't feel any different.



"Maybe it didn't work," Miranda thought to herself, as she got to her knees and began lovingly caressing Tali's ass. "Maybe if I fake it for long enough, Tali will be convinced. And then I can tell Shepard, and this madness will be over."



Gently parting Tali's asscheeks, Miranda tentatively extended her tongue to probe at the quarian's puckered anus. She wasn't sure what to expect, considering how quarians dealt with excretory matters. But apparently the suit's hygienic functions kept them nice and clean back there, as the only thing Miranda tasted was Tali's warm, twitching flesh.



"Not too painful," Miranda thought to herself, as she hungrily lapped at Tali's anus. "It shouldn't be too hard to fake this for a little while. Long enough to be convincing at least. Just need to make the mistress cum, and then..."

The mistress? Right, yes, she needed to make sure Tali was fooled. It would be best to start thinking about her as the mistress from now on. "I worship you, my mistress," she practiced in her head. "I live to serve your will, my mistress." Yeah, it sounded pretty convincing.



"I know you do," her mistress said, and it was only then that Miranda realized she'd been speaking out loud. Foolish, she thought to herself. Wasting her tongue on words, when the mistress had ordered her to use it for other tasks. Got to keep servicing the mistress properly. Make her cum, so that she'd be happy. That way she could... wait, what was supposed to happen after that? Something to do with Shepard and... it seemed less and less important as she continued to orally pleasure her mistress.



Removing one hand from her mistress's ass, Miranda placed her thumb against her mistress's clit and began firmly rubbing. For a second, she panicked: her mistress hadn't specifically told her to do this. Was she disobeying? The thought of displeasing the mistress terrified her, but hearing the loud moans she was making, Miranda felt a wave of relief. The mistress was pleased. She smiled as she continued to work her tongue around and inside her mistress's asshole, her other hand reaching down to unzip her jumpsuit and slide inside her panties.



"Oh, yes," her mistress moaned, breathing heavily behind her mask. "So good, so...ohhhhh!"



Miranda squealed in delight, as her mistress's juices began squirting out all over her hand. Later, once she was certain her mistress was satisfied with her efforts, she knew that she would hungrily lick up every last drop of the sweet fluids.



"You can stop now," her mistress instructed, and Miranda immediately stopped licking. Her mistress turned around to look down at her, and Miranda looked up from the floor with an eager expression.



She was ready to be commanded. She was ready to serve her mistress. Fuck a human, fuck an alien, fuck a thousand aliens. It didn't matter; if the mistress commanded, she would obey.



"I have instructions for you, slave," the mistress said, and the word "slave" sent a pleasurable chill up Miranda's spine. "Are you ready to do my bidding?"



"Yes, mistress," Miranda replied. "I am yours to command."



"Well, then," the mistress said, her glowing eyes seeming to gleam just a little brighter. "I think it's time for you to pay a visit to a mutual friend of ours."