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(Commission) Jack's Lesson in Authority.
🕑 Added 2020-12-17 01:41:33 +0000 UTCA Commissioned Piece.
When Cerberus took over the prison ship Purgatory, they found that the prison population were ruled by one woman, a woman of their own making: Subject Zero. Removing Jack would only cause more problems, luckily Warden Lawson soon devised a new way of keeping the Queen of Purgatory under control.
-o-o-o-
Jack had been the undisputed ruler of the prison-ship Purgatory for longer than anyone aboard could remember, even the guards. When Cerberus had first acquired the Purgatory from the Blue Suns, Jack had already been there, completely in charge of her own little kingdom. The first warden had made the mistake of trying to beat her down, to put her in her place. The warden who had replaced him had not made the same mistake. She had her own ways of keeping the Queen of the Purgatory in check, and they were much more subtle, and much more fun.
Jack groaned as she lay awake, waiting for the Guards to come. It was the first of the month, they always came on the first. every time without fail… why were they so late now? She gripped her crotch with one massive paw and rolled her head to the side. “Nothing?”
“N… nothing boss.” Ki swallowed, a petite, blue-haired arsonist who shared her cell. “Everything’s quiet.”
Jack hissed through her teeth with impatience, rolling out of bed and stretching. Her massive, muscled physique creaked as she stretched her arms over her head, biceps bulging and abs rippling whilst she groaned with satisfaction. Ki nibbled her lip as Jack dropped her arm, her forearm ending up just by her face, bulging almost as large as her head.
Jack’s biotic power was formidable, but thanks to her sheer size, she rarely needed it. The bald Biotic stood at a neat six seven, her body a massive, muscled trunk of flesh with arms and legs as thick as Ki’s own torso.
As Jack sighed and plucked her jumpsuit from Ki’s hands, the little blue-haired sociopath reflected on her boss. She’d known Jack’s reputation before even coming aboard and had been determined not to get in her way. She was small and no fighter compared to all her fellow inmates, so joining with someone had been a necessity. The last thing she’d expected was for Jack herself to claim her, or to find herself actually liking her new position.
Outside their cell, Jack was a cold, brutal, violent woman, a towering Amazonian mass of muscle and anger that mercilessly obliterated anyone stupid enough to cross her, or unlucky enough to get in her way. Inside, however, Jack was oddly gentle. Ki had expected her life as Jack’s personal cell-bitch to be one of constant abuse, for her to be smacked around and fucked however the biotic punk pleased.
Instead, Jack had sat her down, and explained how things were going to be. Ki was going to do what Jack said when she said it anywhere outside of their cell. She would be quiet and meek and submissive, behaving that despite Jack’s harsh fuckings and cruel domination, she loved her. Inside the cell, where no one could see them, she was free to do whatever she liked. Her obedience and suffering the occasional smack or lovebite to enforce the illusion of being owned was all Jack demanded in return. It was a fair price for safety, not to mention the other perks Jack’s affection offered.
Jack grunted as she yanked her jumpsuit belt to her waist, the orange fabric hanging open to leave her entire upper body nude. “Still no movement?” she asked, picking up the belted harness that should have gone over her jumpsuit’s chest.
Ki glanced up at the observation ring that watched over the courtyard outside their cell. There was only one Cerberus Guard, clad head to toe in white and orange. No sign of the Warden yet.
“Nope.”
Jack grunted again, scowling as she planted her hands on her broad hips. Ki shot another glance upright and saw a familiar figure striding towards the platform that would carry her down to the courtyard. “Wait, she’s coming down now.”
“Right.” Jack grunted before sighing reluctantly. “Brace yourself?”
“Oh… yes.” Ki winced, closing her eyes and squeaking as Jack reeled back and slapped her hard across the face, leaving a bright handprint on her cheek. Her lower lip trembled and her eyes watered, but Jack pressed a soft, comforting kiss to her forehead, making her feel a little better.
“Sorry.” She muttered, before cracking her neck and scowling at the approaching form of Miranda Lawson.
“Subject Zero.” The black-haired warden said with a confident smirk. “It’s time for your review.”
Jack sneered. “What are you waiting for cheerleader? Open the cell and I’ll show you just what I can do.”
Miranda smiled and tapped her omni-tool. Instantly glowing orange cuffs materialised around Jack’s wrists. The bald behemoth growled and tugged against them, her massive arms tensing and straining before Jack sighed and pursed her lips.
“Open the cell.” Miranda said lightly, smiling to one of her guards, who obeyed. The steel door slid upwards, revealing Jack and Ki to the rest of their fellow prisoners. As Jack prowled closer, towering over Miranda and her guards, Miranda’s smile didn’t falter and she tapped her omni-tool again. Jack hissed as she received a punitive shock, barely wincing before baring her teeth in a threatening snarl.
Once again, Miranda smiled.
“Come along.” She said, gesturing towards the platform before lowering her voice. “Or would you rather I leave and come back next month?”
Jack sniffed and pushed past her, marching towards the platform that would take her to the Warden’s office.
-o-o-o-
“You’ve behaved yourself very well this month, Subject Zero.” Miranda smiled cheerfully as she paced around Jack’s prone body, pale blue eyes sparkling cruelly. “I think we can forgo our usual discipline, don’t you?”
“Stop teasing and get me out of this thing!” Jack growled, pulling uselessly against the glowing orange cuffs that were keeping her arms pinned on either side of her body and her legs open. She’d been securely bound to a table as soon as she’d been brought into the room, stripped nude the second the guards knew it was safe for them to approach. As much as Jack resisted, neither her or Miranda believed her anger or threats held any weight, by now, Jack was as desperate for her ‘review’ as Miranda was eager to put her through it.
Now she was naked the reason Jack was so gentle to Ki, and why Miranda had such power over the ordinarily rebellious and indomitable convict, was clear. Jack’s massive, tattooed cock pressed pleadingly against the metal confines of the cage it had been locked into, her twitching shaft still larger soft than most men were erect. Her balls were huge and heavy and swollen with seed, filled with all the sperm Jack hadn’t been able to unload since her previous ‘review’ last month.
Miranda tutted and shook her head. “That’s no way to get what you want, Subject Zero.” She said sternly, stroking a gloved hand over Jack’s shaved head. “Say please.”
Jack bared her teeth in a snarl, her body flashing with blue light before one of the guards hit her with a shock baton again. “Ghr… please…” she hissed through her teeth, dark eyes staring murderously at the gorgeous Cerberus operative above her.
Miranda pouted and toyed with one of Jack’s earlobes, “Say… pretty please.”
“Fuck you.” Jack groaned, her hips rising as much as they could, her cock desperately pressing against the inside of its cage. “Fucking… p… pretty please.”
“Good girrrl.” Miranda purred, patting her cheek. Jack might have tried to bite her, but she resisted the urge, screwing her eyes shut as the guards gently unclasped the lock of her cage.
“Oh.” She gasped at the sudden freedom, moaning as cool air brushed over her flesh and her cock pushed free, finally able to breathe. “Shit.”
Miranda chuckled and nodded to one of her guards, who knelt and cautiously cupped Jack’s manhood in her hand. Jack groaned and looked down at the masked guard, biting her lip and trying to ignore Miranda’s grin as the guard slowly began to stroke. Cerberus armour was always built with efficiency in mind, but Miranda had taken the liberty of updating her personal guard’s suits somewhat. Their gloves were soft latex, slightly pointed at the tips to really tease Jack whenever she was brough in for release. Not only that, but their bulky armour chestplates were easily removed, baring the latex undersuit that hugged her guard’s breasts underneath.
“My, you’re certainly pent up, aren’t you Subject Zero?” Miranda breathed, taking position beside her guard as the masked girl dragged her fingers up and down Jack’s stiffening shaft. Her breath was hot against Jack’s aching flesh and drew a whine from the massive prisoner that was positively adorable. She reached out and cupped Jack’s sack, eyebrow raising as she felt just how hot and heavy the two plump orbs were. “You’re aching for release, aren’t you?”
“Fuck… off.” Jack rasped, biting her lip and groaning as the guard slid her fingers up and down, up and down, her masked face not giving any clue as to whether she was enjoying herself, or simply obeying orders.
Miranda’s delight, however, was unabashedly on display. “Mmh, you’re getting hard.” She hummed, watching as Jack stiffened under the careful motions of her guard. “This big, fat cock of yours never fails to impress me… I’m sure you’d just love to introduce your little gang to it, wouldn’t you? Whip out your dick and pound little Ki into the cafeteria floor… prove to all your followers how big and strong you are.”
“Shut up.” Jack spat back, jerking against her restraints. The Guard recoiled for an instant before glancing at Miranda, who simply smiled and unclasped her breastplate. The guard obediently pushed her chest out as Miranda removed the bulky armour and guided Jack’s throbbing cock between the latex-encased mounds of her guard’s breasts.
“Slow and steady Lieutenant.” She hummed, circling the head of Jack’s cock with a finger as the guard pressed her tits together, encasing Jack’s shaft as much as she was able. “We don’t want her to cum just yet.”
“One day… I’m gonna break out of these fucking cuffs, and I’m gonna come after you.” Jack hissed, her whole body tensing as the guard gently titfucked her pulsing erection. “I’m gonna introduce you to my dick properly, and when I’m done fucking every last hole you’ve got, I’m gonna keep you as a fuckpet, whore you out to my girls. I’ll make you bounce that fat bubble butt on my cock and use that fancy hair as fucking reigns!”
“Careful now.” Miranda sighed, ignoring Jack and holding her cock as it protruded from around her guard’s tits. “Keep her steady.” She smiled and brandished a simple metal rod a little longer than her finger.
Jack’s eyes widened and she tugged desperately against the cuffs holding her ankles. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare you Cerberus slut! I’ll fucking kill… nyah!”
Jack’s threat died in her throat as Miranda carefully slid the head of the rod into her cock, plugging her urethra and beginning to push slowly downwards through the throbbing pillar of meat.
“What was that, Subject Zero?” she asked with a grin. “I couldn’t quite make it out.”
“Fhuuuu…. Fucck…. Yoou.” Jack howled, trembling as Miranda sounded her and the soft Latex breasts of the guard massaged her cock. Those soft, smooth pillows of flesh felt heavenly against her, but somehow what Miranda was doing was driving her even more wild. “You… fuucking… cuuunt!”
Miranda tutted and slipped the rod a little deeper. Jack gasped breathlessly, back arching as much as she could as she felt the orgasms she’d been desperately craving for the past month begin to build. She was so fucking sensitive, and the contrast between the soft latex-clad breasts sliding over her skin and the cool metal disappearing inside her was making her go crazy with need.
It had been a month, a month of seeing Ki’s tight little ass and not being able to enjoy it, a month of no sex, no masturbation, a month of aching for release. And now Miranda was going to make her go insane with lust before she granted it. Jack felt powerless, and she hated feeling powerless.
She roared with rage and frustration, abs rippling and biceps bulging as she tensed from head to toe. The guard pulled away from her cock and quietly spoke to Miranda, Jack tried to make out her words but could only focus on the rolling droplet of precum oozing down the soft black latex covering the guard’s bust.
“I suppose you’re right.” Miranda sighed reluctantly before smiling to Jack. “We can’t have you making a mess, but now that I know you like being sounded, think of all the fun we can have in the future.” She stood and tossed the rod aside, snapping her fingers for her other guard to approach.
Jack whined pitifully as the guard brought with her a heavy milking machine, with a simple plastic sheath for her cock looped into a steel container. She gasped as the cold plastic was slipped over her rod, biting her lip as the sheath pulled snug around her flesh.
“Now, we’ll let you get it all out of your system.” Miranda said brightly, clapping her hands. “Have fun, Ladies, you have free reign.”
“Thank you, Miss Lawson.” The two masked guards purred; voices distorted by the filters of their helmets.
“See you tomorrow, Subject Zero.” Miranda purred, blowing her a kiss before tapping her omni-tool and vanishing through the door.
Jack moaned heavily as the milking machine buzzed into life, sucking and vibrating against her aching cock like a thousand tiny vibrators. The Guards let out a pair of cruel, synthetic giggles through their helmets and crept closer.
Soft Latex gloves wandered freely over Jack’s musculature, slipping over her tattoos and muscles to low hums and quiet laughter from the guards.
“Fffff.” Jack whined; eyes squeezed shut desperately as she tensed. “Fffucking… fuck!”
“Are you going to cum?” one of the guards whispered into her ear.
“Please do.” The other breathed, carefully unclipping the mouthguard of her helmet and flashing a vicious, sadistic smile. “We’ve got a bet on how much of the container you’ll fill.”
“N… not… gonna be… your… bitch.” Jack gasped, feeling the cool breath the guard blew over her nipple raise her skin to goosebumps.
“Of course not.” The second Guard cooed, unclipping her own mouthpiece and setting it down. She brough her lips down to Jack’s belly and kissed her straining abs. “You’re Miss Lawson’s bitch.”
“We’re just babysitting.” The first agreed from between her legs, before latching her lips onto Jack’s quivering sack and sucking.
Jack screamed with pleasure and anger and frustration as her cock exploded, her tongue lolling eyes rolling back as she pumped rope after rope of her sperm into the container, only for the suction to continue. As The guards laughed at her, Jack whimpered, praying that morning would come quickly.
Jack’s howls and squeals echoed through the whole prison, and when Jack finally limped back into her cell, her gang all agreed their boss must have endured Lawson’s worst tortures the previous night.
Jack herself simply lay on her bed, with Ki tenderly massaging her drained, overstimulated cock through its cage.
It would be another month until Miranda came for her again, and then it would be she who came for Miranda.
