COMMISSION: Cerberus Indebted #1
Added 2020-09-25 04:08:52 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: What's this? A ranger, caught off his guard?
Part of a new commissioned series that should be coming out semi-regularly in short installments, starring none other than Cerberus's own Miranda Lawson... and her ass.
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“We had an arrangement, Miranda...” came the rich, confident voice of the throned asari Miranda Lawson was being dragged to meet. Her hands bound behind her back with snugly-fitting hard-light manacles, the Cerberus agent was ushered along by two asari commandos, with two more behind her, carrying rifles. Even to someone with Miranda’s degree of biotic power and combat experience, this was not a winnable encounter, and she knew it.
Brief shoreleave on Omega had resulted in an unexpected ambush, with the raven-haired human being separated from her squadmates, disarmed, and knocked unconscious in a matter of moments. Now, she’d been brought here, released from the grasp of the two commandos to slump to her knees in front of Omega’s queen, hands still behind her back and shoulders slumped. “...What do you want, Aria?”
“What do I want?” the asari held back a derisive snort of laughter. “It’s too late for that. I let Cerberus know, oh-so-clearly, that he was supposed to keep me up to date on his plans, and let me know when... important events came up. And yet, all of a sudden, I hear Commander Shepard’s alive and well and working with Cerberus.” She paused a moment, taking a long drink from the tumbler beside her, then setting the glass back down, empty. “That seems pretty important to me.”
“I... nngh... I didn’t have clearance to talk about the Lazarus Project, and I didn’t have any meetings with you. Your problem’s with the Illusive Man, not me,” Miranda snarled, struggling to plant her knees beneath her, to sit up as straight as she could.
“Oh, I’m well aware of that,” Aria replied, a dark smile touching her violet-striped lips. “But the Illusive Man is... well, elusive. And you aren’t.”
“And what do you think I can do about it? Shepard’s on her own recog, now, there’s no information I can give you.”
“I don’t want information.” Aria purred, leaning forward in her throne. She touched one fingertip to Miranda’s chin, tilting the human’s head up so that she could look down into Miranda’s eyes. “I want to send a message. See, there’s one rule in Omega. Girls, can you tell her what that rule is?”
“Don’t fuck with Aria.” The returned chorus was practiced in its uniformity, all four commandos reciting the same tenet as if with one voice.
“That’s right. Don’t fuck with Aria,” the asari’s wicked grin widened. “And it’s time for Cerberus to learn what happens when you do that.”
“You know Shepard will come for me,” Miranda narrowed her eyes, glancing sidelong at the armed commandos still surrounding her. There was no escape from whatever was about to happen, that much was very obvious. She’d just have to endure whatever plans Aria had for her until the crew of the Normandy managed to find her. Considering that all roads on Omega led to Afterlife, and to Aria, she doubted it would take long.
“Oh, I’m counting on it, bitch,” Aria hissed back, finally pulling herself up and off of her lavish couch -- and removing her short jacket with a grin. “M’sia, be a darling and cancel my appointments for the rest of the day... and bring me some tape.”
“Yes, Aria,” the commando nodded sharply, taking her leave down the stairs and onto the main floor of the Afterlife nightclub. Aria’s gaze, meanwhile, stayed on Miranda.
“What’s your plan, then, Aria?” the human asked, gently testing the strength of her hardlight bindings and finding them entirely unflinching against her strength. “Torture me, imprison me? What can you possibly want?”
“Turn around,” Aria commanded in response, ignoring the questions completely and standing imperiously above the kneeling Cerberus agent. When the human didn’t comply, Aria quickly followed up by placing one boot on Miranda’s shoulder and firmly shoving her forward, sending the human collapsing onto her side.
“Nnph! What the fuck are you--” Miranda let out a strained grunt as she pulled herself to her knees, one shoulder still pressed to the floor beneath her and her impressive backside -- still clad in the form-fitting white suit marking her station -- propped into the air behind her. Her protest was interrupted by a surprised squeal as a hand sharply rained down on one of those full, round cheeks, sending a small shockwave rippling through it from the impact. “FfAh!”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about this butt ever since you started traipsing around the galaxy,” Aria grinned evilly, raining another rough spank down, this time on the opposite cheek and drawing another yelp from Miranda. “Been wanting to see it for myself, too.” Another spank, then another, the dark-haired human struggling to pull herself back to a proper kneel -- but the repeated impacts against her backside, along with her bound wrists, caused her to keep slipping and falling back down to rest awkwardly on her shoulder. “Have to say, the rumors didn’t exaggerate. For a Cerberus whore, you do have a nice fat ass, don’t you? Maybe humans are good for something.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re... nnngh...!” Miranda growled, struggling again and again to sit up, only to have each attempt thwarted by another rough swat to her backside, the sting of Aria’s hand penetrating easily through the thin white membrane of her suit. She glanced up, teeth gritted, to see the other three asari commandos staring down at her, each one trying not to smile with various levels of success. A hot flush of embarrassment raced through Lawson’s body like a tidal wave, leaving her squirming on the floor, her cheeks blushing deep red as she received another intense swat from behind.
“Fuck, look at the way it jiggles every time I hit it,” Aria giggled wickedly, now placing both hands on Miranda’s opposing cheeks, letting her fingers dig and knead into the bounty of flesh. “Firm, yet soft, springy,” she drew the two lush globes apart before letting go, letting them bounce back to neutral, then delivering another spank with a delighted grin. “How many squats do you do per day, Cerberus bitch? I might have to increase my reps.”
Miranda gritted her teeth, not looking back and trying to bite back any response or comment. Imprisonment, extortion, even torture she’d expected, but... not this. Worst of all were the waves of pleasure she was unable to ignore, the burn of those sharp spanks rising into a glowing numbness in her backside, a tantalizing tingle the human did her best not to acknowledge at all. Just had to stay strong through it -- playing along would only redouble the asari’s resolve, and this was a direction Miranda didn’t want to see en route to its natural conclusion. “NnnhH....”
“Ohh, already trying to put on a brave face? No insults, no protests? I’m going to have so much fun with you,” Aria purred, squeezing both cheeks again before lowering herself to her knees and leaning in, burying her face between the two buoyant globes of Miranda’s ass. Her fingers dug in to the full, supple flesh as her tongue lashed out, teasing along the thin, smooth fabric of the human’s suit to torment the sensitive pink star beneath, concealed but unprotected from the eager lapping and cirling of the asari’s tongue. “Mmnn... fuck. Alright, it’s time to get you out of this and let you get used to what life’s going to be like from now on.”
“Wha...?” Miranda began, finally looking back when Aria pulled away -- only to feel herself lifted slightly into the air by a potent, shimmering blue force, the asari queenpin’s biotic powers telekinetically lifting her up and off of her knees. She felt that power explore her for just a moment, crawling along her body like tiny crackles of electricity before focusing on her outfit, drawing out the fabric... then, all at once, tearing the entire thing away like one might shuck an ear of corn, discarding the remaining tatters of white cloth and dropping Miranda back to the floor.
Looking back up for a moment at the commandos, Miranda saw them finally fail completely to conceal their smirks of admiration, the Cerberus agent’s body now completely bared to be observed and enjoyed. A rosy glow already stained the firm cheeks of her butt from Aria’s barrage of merciless spanks, but perhaps most conspicuously was the glisten between them; the traces of wetness along the human’s hairless slit.
“Oh? Wet already? And just from a few spankings? Maybe it’s true what they say...” Aria stifled a wicked chuckle as she rubbed her hands around Miranda’s ass in lazy circles, gripping and squeezing the succulent flesh. “Maybe your Cerberus girls are as slutty as you look.”
“Aria,” came a voice from the asari who’d been sent away, returning with a curt nod of her head and holding up one hand, in which was a simple roll of black tape -- largely obsolete in the modern era, but still sometimes necessary. “I have what you asked for.”
“Excellent,” the queenpin grinned, reaching out for the offered tape and then looking down at Miranda. “Your wet little slit was just reminding me of how much I needed this.” Laying one azure-skinned hand on the human’s hip -- then applying some addition biotic force to make her push effortless -- she flipped Miranda over, onto her side and then back, grabbing one knee to keep the dark-haired beauty’s legs fully spread. Drawing out a strip of the tape with her teeth, then ripping it off, Aria’s wicked smile and the evil glimmer in sharp blue eyes made clear, if not her exact intentions, that they were utterly sinister.
“What the fuck are you doing, you f-freak--” Miranda grunted, kicking awkwardly with her free leg, though even she knew not to resist too much. She was still surrounded by commandos, and it was unlikely she’d even be able to defeat Aria one-on-one without a significant advantage.
“I’d suggest you calm down and enjoy yourself, because this is the first and last time I’m going to touch your wet little cunt,” Aria tugged firmly on Miranda’s ankle, pulling the other woman close and using her other hand to bring the tape down, already drawing out another length of it with her teeth. Laying the black adhesive strip diagonally across the human’s slit, the other piece of tape was quickly laid overtop it in the opposite direction, forming a neat little black “X” over Lawson’s wet pussy. “I don’t think it’s quite sunk in yet, has it, Cerberus bitch? You’re my property, now -- and you will be for quite some time. It’s up to me how I, and anyone else I decide, will enjoy you, and I’m making the call now.”
Letting go of Miranda’s ankle, Aria’s hand moved up to grope and massage Miranda’s soft, full breast, causing the human to squirm and grit her teeth. Looking up at the four commandos still in the room, Aria’s other hand dipped lower, past the makeshift “barrier” to the human’s slit to press two fingertips insistently against Miranda’s tight asshole. “I’ll give this warning just once, to all of you, and I suggest you spread the word. I own Lawson, but her mouth, her tits, and her tight little asshole are all free to rent and share. Destroy her ass as much as you want, double and triple-stuff it until her gape looks like a heart, as long as you hit it with a little medi-gel afterwards. But if I even get a funny feeling that anyone so much as touches her useless little human cunt -- though I’m not sure why you’d want to -- her punishment will look like a slap on the wrist compared to what I’ll do to you. I want her to forget she even has a pussy.”
Miranda hissed inward through her teeth as Aria’s prodding fingers found their mark and pushed in deep, sinking to the second knuckle inside the sensitive pink star of her asshole. So this was to be her punishment, then -- to be kept as Aria’s personal sex-pet. That was something she could endure, at least until Shepard and the rest of the crew finally arrived to save her. “So this has been your plan all along,” she growled, wincing as Aria’s fingers sunk deeper. She looked up and around, back at the asari mercs, at their slight blushes and knowing smirks, the slowly swelling tents in the loins of their lightweight armor meshes. Most imminent of all, of course, was the impressive shaft outlined in Aria’s own skintight trousers. It was shockingly large, definitely bigger than any human penis she’d seen. She estimated it at around ten inches just from the outline alone, though she wouldn’t be shocked if it ended up being larger.
“From where you’re staring, you don’t seem too upset about it,” Aria chuckled, and a flush quickly overcame Miranda’s face -- she hadn’t realized she’d been staring, but there was no denying it now. “I didn’t think you’d be so eager to get to the main event, little human slut. Already so desperate to have your thick ass rocked by a real dick? It may not end up being too much of a challenge to warp you into my own personal little anal whore after all.” Slipping her fingers free of Miranda’s snug hole, the asari began to undo the fastenings on her dark, form-fitting sleeveless pantsuit, revealing more and more indigo skin until she’d achieved the same level of undress as Miranda herself. The still-bound human tucked and squeezed her legs together, still on her back and eyes widening as she took in the sight of Aria’s perky, supple tits, toned figure, sensuous hips, and massive cock, the purplish slab of girlmeat already fully hard from all the teasing -- the appetizer to the main course of what was to soon become her new full-time diet.
For Miranda, her emotions were already becoming murky. She couldn’t ignore the pang of attraction and arousal she felt seeing Aria strip, seeing that thick blue dick and thinking about what it was going to do to her. She’d heard more than a few comments about her backside before, people lusting over it, envying it, admiring it... but never before had someone finally chosen to simply take it. It sent a perverse thrill through her, set her heart racing, and all the faster when Aria finally crawled atop her, spreading her pale legs once again and lining up the tip of that sapphire rod with Miranda’s single available entrance. “Fuucckk...” she whimpered under her breath, numb to the dread of the commandos around her, shudders of profane excitement rippling through her exposed body as Aria’s cock sunk deep into her ass, prying those lush cheeks apart and driving into her, sending a tornado of foreign sensations through her, sensations she didn’t know if she liked. A sense of discomfort and fullness first gripped her, distracted by bizarre pangs of pleasure, the kinky chill of being watched by all of Aria’s subordinates....
“Fffhh... holy fuckin’ shit, she feels better than I could have ever imagined,” Aria let out a lustful growl, squeezing one of the human’s firm tits as she thrust forward again, again, forcing Miranda’s tight rear to stretch and adapt to its size and shape. All of her power, everything she’d worked for in Cerberus, been trained for, bred for -- all of it, in that moment, meant nothing. Aria, with a few words and actions, had redefined her into something new. Her property, her little human buttslut. There was something freeing about it, something exhilirating, yet still so much of who Miranda was railed against it from within the walls of her mind.
Ragged moans and gasps escaped Miranda’s lips, her fingertips clawing fruitlessly at the smooth floors of Aria’s Afterlife loft, her tits bouncing from the force of Aria’s deep, rough thrusts inside of her. She almost didn’t notice herself being turned around again, mounted on her hands and knees and stuffed once more with asari cock, that huge, throbbing blue member driving relentlessly in and out of her asshole with long, sweet thrusts. It all felt so sudden, yet so absolute, that it almost failed to register as reality.
Miranda’s gaze turned up to the commandos, their eyes transfixed on the scene before them, hands rubbing the fronts of their trousers, massaging their swelling blue lengths. Waiting their turns. Aria had already promised her to them, and likely anyone else who wanted her, but first she had to be broken in, had to take that first long, deep assfucking to put her in her place, show her who the boss was. Who owned her. Part of her wanted nothing more than for Shepard to storm in, guns blazing, and save her... and part of her wondered where this road would eventually lead. How much asari cock her thick, slutty little ass could handle.
Another, more abrupt gasp burst free of Miranda’s mouth when she felt something else burst inside of her, Aria’s naked body slick and warm against her own as that massive dick spearing her ass unleashed its payload, dumping bolt after bolt of hot, sticky seed into the hole where it had no chance of finding purchase -- not that the asari bred that way, to Miranda’s knowledge. It was warm, tingling, made her shudder the way it burbled and squelched inside of her, dribbling out around Aria’s cock as the fleshy azure torpedo was finally pulled free of her, leaving Miranda on her hands and knees, biting her lip, shaking with what could have been pleasure, or anything else.
“Whew, that went by a little faster than I wanted,” Aria let out a breathless chuckle, flopping down sidelong onto her couch and leaving the human ass-upturned. “Must have been more pent-up than I thought. No matter -- I’ll just need a minute or two to go again. Next time should be a lot more fun...” she grinned evilly, “when I let the girls here join in. I just wonder, with your useless pussy off-limits, how will we manage to fit five dicks in you?”
The human panted, eyes drifting shut for a moment as she rolled onto her side, but she didn’t reply. Didn’t have any words that felt worth saying. Fortunately, Aria continued for her.
“Don’t worry -- I have an idea of where they’ll end up. You’re gonna love it.”
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