Jack gurgled through the gag; spittle and drool dribbling down around the gaps between her taut, stretched lips and the shining Cerberus-brand ball-gag. The slippery, slick hood that sat over her face shimmered and shifted as she struggled to stay concious.
She couldn't see. Hell, she could barely hear though the latex.
She screamed fitfully as one of the men carrying her bound, sputtering form stopped for a second, sliding his grip up to grasp one of her ass-cheeks in his firm hand and give it a squeeze with a chuckle.
"What was the boss saying?" One of her captors smiled, "This bitch is going to be a maid?"
"Illusive Man's own private maid," The other corrected him, gripping her ass hard enough to leave a large, red welt dug into it.
"Oh yeah," The first man chuckled again, then he brought his own hand around; giving the bound woman's other ass-cheek a strong slap and smirking as the flesh jiggled from the force of it. "Boss reckons that the Illusive Man will have her mind all dumbed
down and obedient within a day; got a bet running on it. Some of the other guys been whispering about her getting tits twice as big as that other cunt we caught her with's got now."
The second man licked his lips and mauled Jack's ass harder, tossing her into the Cerberus shuttle with a slap to the rear and a rub of her thigh. The bound woman spat and cursed and gurgled through the ball-gag; her body crackling and glowing, then jerking
and twitching as the restraints short-circuited the biotic energy and dissipated it back into Jack's sweat-smeared skin. "Nnnngh!"
"Later, bitch!" The first man chuckled and added his own hand-print to Jack's wriggling ass.
"Yeah, get the Illusive Man to send us a picture of you when he gets you sorted out, you slut," The second smiled, giving the Cerberus pilot a thumb's up and sending the shuttle humming and whirring away.
Jack groaned into her gag and supressed a sob.
A small, red, blinking light glowed atop her right nipple piercing; a transmitter given to her and Miranda by Shepard before they went on this stupid, fucked up mission. Built to send a warning to Shepard's personal terminal if the wearer's heart rate elevated
above a certain level; or they came in contact with Cerberus technology.
Jack whined, pressed her body into the smallest corner of the shuttle she could find; wriggling the whole time, bound helplessly, and prayed that Shepard responded soon.
Shepard slumped in her lover's arms with a soft, happy sigh; Liara's skin bore the bruises and marks of their long, passionate BDSM session and Shepard only now had finally released her to allow them both some rest.
"Commander?" Joker's voice crackled in her ear; "You've got an encoded message that's just arrived at your private terminal on the Normandy, should I forward it down to Liara's computer in her base?"
Shepard lifted her head, looked across the Shadow Broker's room at the glowing terminal that sat opposite her; it would only take seconds to check. She looked down at the sleeping, moaning blue Asari in her arms.
"Nah, I'll check it in the morning, Joker," Shepard chuckled. What could the harm be?