Jilted

There was a muffled thump outside Shepard’s quarters. He frowned, rising from his desk to investigate, when the door opened.

“Jack?” He frowned.

“Funny, isn’t it, all the security here and yet they can’t make a door lock that’s worth a damn.” Jack smiled as she walked through the doorway. She strode confidently past him, taking his seat and putting her feet up on the desk as she relaxed.

“If this is about Miranda-“ Shepard began. Jack laughed harshly.

“You know, it kind of is.” She said. “See, I thought I understood you, Shepard. You seemed like the type I know pretty well – the guy who thinks he’s not the captain unless he’s fucked every pussy on the ship. Hey, I’m not the jealous type – we had a good time that day in engineering. And the others? Hey, who hasn’t fucked Kelly around here? And Miranda – what the hell, if I were you, I’d want to see what that genetically-perfect ass is good for too.”

“My relationship with Miranda-“

“Yeah, see that’s where we have a problem.” Jack glared at Shepard. “Is it a relationship now, or is she just a good fuck?”

Shepard sighed. He supposed this confrontation was inevitable. He had to admit, he hadn’t expected to fall for Miranda the way he had. To begin with, it had just been a physical thing, the same as it had been with Jack. But after talking to her, he had begun to develop real feelings for the Cerberus woman.

“I don’t know.” He said finally. It had been so long since he’d even considered a serious relationship with a woman. “I – I don’t know how she feels, but yes, it’s getting serious.”

“That’s what I thought.” Jack said, leaping from the chair, a snarl on her face as she paced around him. “Fuck, Shepard, you saw what they did to me – you saw that, and now you’re saying it’s getting serious with the Cerberus cheerleader? ”

“Miranda wasn’t part of those experiment-“

“They’re all the same, Shepard.” Jack shook her head. “You know what’s stupid? I actually thought you were different, I thought maybe you gave a shit if I lived or died. Thought maybe you cared a little.”

“Jack, I do care about you-“

“Yeah, you care enough to fuck me in engineering when there’s no-one else around, but when you want a relationship-“ Jack sneered. “Then you go to her. And where does that leave me? What, am I meant to go screw the Krogan? Yeah, it gets lonely down in the underdeck, but I’m not that desperate.”

“Jack-“

“Save it, Shepard. I don’t want to hear any more of your crap.” Jack said, turning to leave.

Shepard was quiet. He had handled this badly, he had to admit, and he could understand why Jack was seeing his relationship with Miranda as a betrayal. I should have talked to her days ago. Hell, I should never have given in to impulses and slept with her the first time if it didn’t mean anything…

“I’m sorry.” He said simply.

“Yeah, well sorry doesn’t change a whole lot, does it?” Jack said quietly.

He didn’t even see the biotic field flare around her before he was thrown across the room.
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“You fucking prick!” Jack shouted as he struggled to his feet. “You think you’re sorry? Yeah, you’re going to be fucking sorry!”

Shepard struggled to reach the weapons locker in the corner of the room. Just as he was about to grab a pistol to defend himself, another biotic pulse hurled him to the ground. A moment later, she was on top of him, her breath hot on his face as he struggled in her arms.

“I don’t know why I think it’s ever going to be different.” She said. He was barely paying attention to her words as he tried to push her off him. “Should have known you were just like everyone else.”

Shepard had almost pulled himself free from Jack, when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He looked, and was horrified to see Jack jabbing a thick needle into his arm.

“Muscle relaxant.” Jack said with an evil glint in her eyes. “Swiped it from sickbay. I like it when they struggle, but thought I might need a little help messing with a cyborg freak like you.”

Shepard could feel the needle take effect already as he slumped to the ground, dizziness overwhelming him. Desperately, he tried to alert EDI, but his tongue was growing numb, and he could only mumble incoherently. A sense of real fear hit him as he looked up at Jack.

“I got a rule, Shepard. You fuck with me, I fuck you back.” She said. He blinked, his vision growing blurry. She lifted his barely resisting body, throwing him to the bed. “You use me for your fun then throw me away, I get to do the same to you.”

Desperately, he tried to move, but his legs were too weak to do anything but spasm as he fell again, feeling distantly as she grabbed at his clothing, yanking his pants to his ankles. He shivered, sudden awareness of what she meant hitting him. Again, he tried to call out, his mouth refusing to move as she tore the shirt from his body. A bead of sweat ran down his face, and to his humiliation, he realised he was growing aroused.

“This how you like it, Shepard?” She said, laughing cruelly when she saw the slight twitch of his cock. “What, was that the real problem? Does the cheerleader hold you down and make you take it? Shit, if that’s what you wanted from me, all you had to do was ask.”

Distantly, he could hear her removing her scant clothing. He managed to force his body to cooperate enough to turn over, and immediately wished he hadn’t as he saw Jack.

“Not so fast.” Jack grinned, flipping him easily back onto his stomach. He swallowed, unable to forget the brief glimpse he’d seen of the massive dark grey dildo strapped to her waist. He wondered dimly where she’d been hiding it earlier.

“Look on the bright side, Shepard.” He could hear the sadistic edge in her voice as she spoke. “Muscle relaxant’s probably loosened you up a bit.”

This is insane, he thought briefly. It felt like a dream, as he struggled to make his body move. The idea that here, in his own quarters, he could be so easily overpowered and-

He refused to let himself finish the sentence. There were mental techniques he knew, training he’d undergone to resist torture. He tried to call them to mind, to detach his consciousness from his helpless body, but the mediations that seemed so easy in training were impossible to recall in a situation like this-

He tensed, as he felt something brush against his bare ass. A moment later he realised it was just one of Jack’s hands and he relaxed-

“Ghaa!” He cried out, as he felt the strap-on dildo forced into him. Dark spots appeared in front of his eyes as the pain hit him.

“Guess cheerleader doesn’t do this for you, huh?” Jack laughed as she forced it deeper into him and he choked back another cry of pain. He flinched as she grabbed his waist, holding him tightly as she thrust into him. He gave another muffled cry as she forced the last few inches forward and he felt her legs pressing against his own.
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“How’s it feel to be on this side of things, Shepard?” She said. Her left hand moved forward as she continued her assault, grabbing at his cock. Shame filled him as he noticed it was still growing erect as she forced herself into him and tears came to his eyes.

“Not too bad once you get used to it, right?” She said, and he could imagine the dark glint in her eyes as her hand curled around his cock, bringing it to full erectness in her pitiless grip while she continued violating his ass. The worst part was that she was right, the initial blinding pain had passed and the remaining sensation was almost-

He gasped, hot tears of humiliation running down his face as he imagined how he looked, the great Commander Shepard bent over in his own quarters as he was abused like this. “You’re not a bad fuck for a first timer.” Jack laughed again, and he felt another jolt of pain as her right hand suddenly closed around his balls. He could smell his own sweat and hers, and suddenly the images came to mind of their rough coupling that one night in the depths of engineering. Shamefully, he remembered the sight of her naked body beneath him, the tattoos on her skin seeming to possess a life of their own as she moved in the semi-darkness, and he found himself growing harder as she continued her violation of his body.

“You’re really getting into this.” She chuckled and there was a sick feeling in his stomach as he tried to distract himself, to think of anything other than this humiliation-

Involuntarily, he groaned. “Fuck, give me some warning.” She said, as finally he was unable to continue to control his body’s responses, and his cock erupted in her grip. She let go, leaning forward before wiping her hand on his face, the smell of his own semen filling his nose as it ran down his tear-streaked cheeks.

He didn’t know how much longer she thrust into him after that, his slow attempts to pull away from her doing little more than amusing her. Finally, he felt the sensation of her pulling out and her body moving away from him. Then she grabbed him again, turning him over on his back. She was smiling as she unhooked the dildo from her waist and quickly dressed again.

“Guess we’re even now.” She said, tossing him the dildo. “Keep it. Souvenir.”

She turned and walked to the door, but stopped, looking back at him as he stared ahead, unable to articulate any response. “I doubt someone like you would want people to know about shit like this – might hurt your heroic image. Just in case though – Anyone finds out about this, and next time cheerleader gets to be part of the entertainment alongside you.”

It was some time after Jack had left before Shepard could make the effort to move again. Shakily he rose to his feet, stumbling across the empty quarters to the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as he hesitantly showered. He shivered as the warm water rushed over him, trying not to think of the dildo lying on his rumpled bed.