A Lesson in Shipboard Discipline

Kink Meme fill - original prompt at http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/2790.html?thread=5149414#t5149414

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"So," Erin Shepard said, reading the tech report in front of her with a cautious eye, "We're sure that the Normandy is space-worthy?"



Joker nodded. "Please, Commander, you think I would let my baby out there in anything less than peak condition? She's all ready to go."



"I still can't believe those two," Shepard's tone was filled with regret. "I know Jack said she was going to go after Miranda after the mission was over, but I guess I figured that after working together for so long, maybe they would at least be able to tolerate each other."



"She was always a loose cannon, but I never would have thought she could have done that much damage."



Shepard handed the datapad back to Joker. "Not that Miranda is blameless. She could have contacted somebody for assistance or just subdued Jack. Instead we had two biotics going at it full-force, and damn near turning deck 3 into a vacuum."



"Yeah, normally I prefer for my catfights to include more clothes-tearing and less hull-tearing," Joker said. "So, I gotta ask, Commander... what's going on with them? They haven't been seen on the ship since all the shit went down. You kick them off?"



Shepard shook her head. "A temporary leave of absence. I relieved them of their duties for a month and sent them off to the Citadel. I figure either they'll work things out, or one of them will kill the other and problem solved."



Joker whistled between his teeth. "You can be so cruel sometimes, Commander."



"You don't know the half of it," Shepard said with a crooked smile. "Now, let's set a course for that distress beacon Anderson gave us the heads-up about. Maybe we can actually get back in the good graces of the Council now, without those two about to rip us to shreds."



"Aye aye, ma'am," Joker said, his chair spinning back into place.



Shepard turned and walked purposefully down the narrow hallway to the lift. She passed Kelly on the way. "Everything's ready?" Shepard asked her.



"They should be ready to see you about now," Kelly said.



"Good work," Shepard said. "Make sure I'm not disturbed for a while. All the stress recently; I think I need a rest."



Kelly smiled. "Naturally. Just give me a call if you need anything."



The lift doors closed in front of her. She watched the floor indicator with growing anticipation. Why couldn't this elevator move any fucking faster?



Finally, however, the text above the door read "Deck 1," and Shepard stepped off into the hallway outside of her cabin.



Before she opened the door, however, she needed to make the proper preparations. She boldly unzipped her uniform and threw it off. Underneath, the black PVC straps of the harness she had been wearing criss-crossed around her bare breasts and pleasantly rubbed against her clitoris. Yanking her Alliance regulation footwear off, she stepped into the thigh-length, high-heeled latex boots she had left outside her door and fastened the straps up both legs. Next to those, Shepard slowly drew on a pair of glistening black gloves, pulling them up to her elbows with a loud snap. Finally, she reached up to tie her brunette locks back into a high ponytail.



When she opened the door and stepped inside, she got the reaction she aimed for. The two women kneeling naked on the floor widened their eyes in shock at their half-naked, latex-clad commander.



"Before I start," Shepard said as she strutted into the room, "I need you two to understand that you've left me no other option."



If they understood, Miranda and Jack weren't in the position to acknowledge this. Not with the rubber ball gags jammed into their mouths.



The two women watched Shepard as she paced back and forth around them. Miranda's eyes were wide with horror, while Jack's were narrowed in pure hatred.



"The Normandy has an important mission," Shepard said, her voice emotionless and blunt. "And I need every resource I can get to fight against the Reapers. Two powerful biotics like yourselves are invaluable, but no matter what I try, I just can't get you two to listen to reason."



Miranda was trying to say something around the bright red ball in her mouth, and Shepard ignored it. Jack would have probably killed Shepard there and then, if she and Miranda didn't currently have their limbs fastened behind them with arm-binders, their ankles manacled together, and one other fashion accessory Shepard had procured from Omega, fastened around both their necks.



"I've tried forcing you to work together on missions," Shepard continued, her eyes roaming over the two shivering women down on the floor. "Thought maybe if you two depended on each other in the field of battle, you might form a bond. But as soon as you were back on the ship, the fighting would begin all over again."



Shepard tugged on the tight fingers of her gloves, adjusting them as she paced around her two captives. "So I tried separating you two, but that didn't work either. You just tracked each other down and kept going at it, throwing your biotics around hard enough to damn near blow up the whole ship."



Jack was concentrating on Shepard, obviously trying to use her powers to inflict some sort of harm on the woman parading around her. Shepard smirked at this.



"I've tried having Kelly counsel you, tried keeping you too busy with duties to think about screwing with each other... nothing else has worked."



Reaching onto her desk, Shepard picked up a stiff riding crop. "So, we've come to this. You two are going to obey me, one way or another. Because if you don't... you suffer."



At the sound of the word, the two women let out muffled screams, their bodies jerking spasmodically as they struggled not to fall to the ground. A red light on the front of the collars they wore around their necks flashed rapidly as they cried out around the gags in their mouth.



After about twenty seconds, Shepard said "Shut off," and the two women stopped jerking, both of them breathing heavily, their eyes filled with agony.



"Interesting device, isn't it? Quarian-made, from what I understand. Works on the same principle as their nerve-stimulators, albeit stimulating a different, less pleasurable set of nerves. Plus, it has the added bonus of blocking your biotic powers as well."



Moving to Miranda's side, Shepard ran the riding crop across her cheek, and then down her body to brush against her nipples. "Treating you as my subordinates didn't work. Neither did trying to treat you like my friends. So now, I've got no other option but to treat you as my slaves." With a swift motion, Shepard brought the riding crop down onto Miranda's breast, leaving a harsh red mark and eliciting a wounded cry from the XO.



Shepard moved to stand behind Jack, trailing the crop around the intricate map of tattoos and scars across the woman’s bare skin. "You may think I'm cruel, but I want you to remember the pain of those collars, and understand that this..." Shepard swung the crop against Jack's ass, and a hard crack echoed across the room. "This is me being kind. Because no matter what, the next month is going to be very, very painful for both of you. I need to teach you a lesson, and despite all my attempts, it's obviously not one I can teach you with a warm smile and a friendly conversation."



Shepard moved back in front of her captives, slapping the crop lightly against her hand. "So, it's your choice. You can use this month to get used to taking my orders with a smile, or... you can suffer."



Shepard watched them writhe in pain for several more seconds. "Shut off," Shepard said, and the two women stopped screaming into their gags.



"Consider today orientation," Shepard said. "Getting you used to the current situation, and ready for what's to come. Tomorrow, we start your lessons in earnest."



The two struggled as they watched Shepard's nearly-bare ass bounce its way out the door.