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 Tags: Mass Effect, F/F, Exhib, Gutting, Knifeplay, Snuff

   Miranda and Jack's Cat-Fight

   "It really is much nicer on this ship now that those alien sluts got the
treatment they deserve," Jack gritted her teeth as she walked past the mess
hall.  Miranda was spouting more of Cerberus' anti-human racist shit.  God!
She just wish she could shut that fat-assed whore's face!

   "They really were a model for aliens everywhere.  That's the only thing
aliens are good for, bringing humans pleasure!  Things are much better now
that Shepard is dating a human instead."

   Jack had enough!  "Shut your damn mouth you fucking racist Cerberus
scum! Ever since Liara gave herself to Shepard it's been Aliens this, and
Aliens that!  You're just too much of a fucking coward to have said it to
their faces when they were still around to tell you off!" Jack was furious,
she'd had to deal with this Cerberus toady for far too long already, and
was willing to punch her in the face if that's what it would take to shut
her up.

   "Oh?  And who is going to make me?  You?" Miranda asked incredulously.
"You know I'm right."

   "Not more of this again!" Someone yelled from the mess hall.  "You do
this fucking posturing every time you see each other!  Why don't you two
just fight and get it over with!"

   "This Cerberus whore's too much of a coward to fight!" Jack yelled back.
"She knows if she did I'd mess up her genetically engineered ass."

   "On the contrary, Jack, I'd be glad to beat your tattooed whore body and
put you in your place.  Just name a time and I'll be there to shut you up."
Miranda replied, giving Jack an angry smoldering glare.

   "Why not right here and now then?  Winner takes all." Jack declared.

   "Takes all of what, you stupid bitch?" Miranda asked, "We haven't set
any penalties.  Did you forget that?  Or has your brain completely withered
from lack of use?  Honestly I'm surprised you remember how to talk, I
thought the only thing you used your mouth for was blowjobs."

   "Are you gonna take that?" Jack could hear a crew-member shout.  No, she
wasn't about to take that insult lying down!  Not from a racist slut with
an ass created in a test tube!

   "Winner takes all of you, you genetically engineered cunt!  If I win,
I'm taking you as my slave for a week.  I know that I can put that perfect
mouth of yours to better use useful than being a racist ass, and I'd
definitely enjoy beating your racist ass any time I wanted to.  So, how
'bout it?  You confident enough in your skills to take on this biotic
bitch?"

   A slave for a week?  That was barely anything!  Miranda thought to
herself.  Miranda had ideas about what she wanted to do to that low-class
whore across from her, and a week wouldn't be anywhere near enough to force
the recalcitrant slut to try all of them!

   "I'm not just confident enough to know I'll win against useless tattooed
trash like you, I'm confident enough to raise the stakes.  You're so stupid
that a week will be too short to teach you proper respect.  I can't let you
go free if you're stiull the dumb cunt you started as.  Let's make it a
month!  I'll teach you to behave like a respectable servant even if I have
to whip you every night until you scream my name in your sleep.  How's that
sound, Jack?"

   Jack couldn't back down, not with Miranda raising the stakes.  She knew
she wouldn't lose if it came to a fight, any fight; and she damn well
wasn't going to be embarrassed by that cat-suited bitch across from her!

   "Make her pay!" the voice shouted over the rumble of the gathered crowd,
and each of the angry biotics assumed that it was meant for them.

   "Upping the stakes?  Your cunt's just sopping at the thought of being
owned by me, isn't it?  Well, I'll indulge you.  Why not a year?  After
being my slave for a year you'll be begging to be my bitch for the rest of
your life.  Doing nothing but pleasing me with that build-a-block body of
yours, day in and day out like the horny little submissive slut we all know
you are!" Jack taunted, her slit starting to drip a little at the dual
prospects of humbling the arrogant brunette and having her own living sex
toy for a year.

   "If you're so confident that you'll have me for the rest of my life, why
not make that the stakes then?  I'd love to have you as a live in maid,
dressed in a fancy frilly french uniform and licking my clit whenever I
order you to!  Not so confident now, are you?" Miranda shot back, enjoying
the idea of the tattooed biotic perpetually trapped in a french maid
uniform, maybe even a chastity belt too to keep her plebian lusts in check.
Her pulse raced as a part of her worried about what she was doing.  A life
was extremely high stakes, but she couldn't let Jack up the stakes more
than her.  And besides, there was no way she could lose!  Right?

   "Life?  I'd get sick of your ugly face after a matter of months, and
then what would I do?  I wouldn't be able to just drop you out of an
airlock once I got tired of you.  I'd have to keep your worthless ass!"
Jack shot back, unsure whether she was trying to deescalate or up the
stakes even more, and unsure which way she wanted Miranda to take it.  The
idea of snuffing the bane of her existence once she was done with her
certainly had appeal...

   Miranda raged.  That lazy, arrogant, painted whore wanted to kill her
off once she was tired of her?  Well Miranda would show her!  "Why not make
that the bet then?  Winner can snuff the loser any way she likes?  I'd love
to rid the ship, no the galaxy of the useless waste of space in front of
me!" Miranda shouted, realizing that she meant every single word.  There
was no way she could tolerate Jack's continuing stay on the ship, or even
her life!  No, Jack had to go, and Miranda would love watching the life
draining from her eyes when she did.

   "Deal!" Jack shouted back.  "One fight, Winner takes everything!" Jack
glared, enraged at the stuck up, sculpted tart in front of her.  "I want to
hurt you so badly right now, you can't even imagine it."

   "Believe me," Miranda shot back, "the feeling is entirely mutual.  We
have the stakes, but what's the contest.  I hope it's something painful for
you."

   The crew watching took the brief respite as their cue to chime in. 
"Biotic Punching match!" "No!  An actual punching match!" "No way!  69! 
Whoever cums first dies!" "Yeah!" "Knife Fight!" "Oooh!" "Biotic Punching
match!" The crowd was shouting loud enough that it was hard to make out the
suggestions.

   "Sexual Knife Fight!" Someone shouted near the back.  "Stab each other
in the cunt until someone gives in!"

   "That one!" Jack shouted immediately, loving the visceral nature of it.
"I wanna stab you in that sloppy cunt of yours until you decide to let me
kill you just to let the pain stop!" Jack declared.  It took a second for
her to realize what she'd agreed to.  Getting stabbed in the cunt?  Even if
she'd get to do the same to that perfect Cerberus bitch, Why did she agree
to that?  Jack wasn't sure whether she really wanted to go through with it,
but she had an image to maintain, and there was no way that Miranda would
agree to something like that, right?

   "You're on!" Miranda agreed immediately, not wanting to back down at all
in the face of Jack's exuberance.  She was stuck now, this was happening.

   "Yeah!" "Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!" The crowd went completely
wild.  "Fight!"

   "Lets go find a room we can do this in," Miranda declared, just a hint
of an undertone of nervousness coloring her speech.  Her heart was racing,
her pulse pounding in her ears.  Was she really going to do this?  She
wanted to get rid of Jack, but this seemed...

   "Do it right here!" the same voice in the back called out.  "Show
everyone who's the best!"

   Jack grimaced, hiding it as quickly as possible.  Fighting like that
here in front of the whole crew?  Still, there was no way she could seem
weak in front of that damned racist ass across from her.  "Here's as good
as anywhere else.  Besides, you'll be dead soon, what do you have to worry
about?  Your humiliation may last forever, but you won't be around to
suffer it!"

   "Here it is then!  Miranda agreed, her catsuit clinging to her curves as
she sashayed to the kitchen in what she desperately hoped was a confident
manner to grab the biggest pair steak knives she could manage.  "Do these
meet your satisfaction, Jack?  I'd hate to cut your cunt into ground beef
with a knife you didn't like." Miranda taunted, hoping to shake the
tattooed biotic so that she could regain the upper hand.

   Jack stared at the wickedly serrated knives.  They were slightly dill, a
product of being used communally for nearly every meal.  They'd hurt like
hell carving up a girl's pussy.  Was that what Miranda was trying to do? 
Intimidate her into giving up?  No way!  "Those are fine!" Jack shouted. 
"They're just dull enough to make it really hurt when I carve your cunt
apart!"

   Miranda just barely managed to suppress a shudder as she realized just
what sort of knives she'd suggested.  She hadn't even thought about how
sharp they were!  This was really going to hurt, wasn't it!  But there was
nothing she could do about it now.  Giving in now would rob her of any
authority on the ship!  It might even be seen as a forfeit, giving Jack the
right to snuff her without her ever even giving her a fight.  No.  She
wasn't giving up.  Especially when the stakes were so high.  Once this was
over she'd be snuffing jack in the most painful and humiliating way
possible to get her back for putting her through this terrible nonsense. 
That would show the whore!  She'd be sure to savor the memories.  Maybe
she'd even get them recorded so that she could relive her moment of triumph
over the foul-mouthed slut again and again?  And then, she'd never have to
see Jack's face ever again!  It would be wonderful!

   Jack, unwilling to back down, began to strip in front of the crowd.  She
bent down, her taut ass thrusting out beneath the lose fabric of her
unfastened coveralls, and then unhurriedly unbuckled each of her boots
before sloppily kicking them off.  Miranda and the crowd both watched as
Jack peeled herself out of the lower half of her perpetually half worn
suit. The bald biotic girl wasn't wearing anything underneath.  She'd gone
commando, and was completely shaved, clad only in her full body tattoo that
clung to her like a second skin.  The tattoos covered everything except the
punk girl's bald cunt, even the two nasty scars across her legs, perfect
circles tilting down as if her legs had been cut into with loops of razor
wire.

   Jack's sex was wet, glistening in the harsh fluorescent light of the
galley, her lewd inner lips stretching beyond the confines of what would
otherwise have been a cameltoe.  The portion of the crew that was standing
behind her cheered as they stared at the flushed lips of her slit, gaping
just slightly in unwanted anticipation at what was about to come.  "Jack!"
"Jack!" "Jack!" they cheered as she unbent her body and stared at Miranda,
raising an accusing eyebrow and snorting at the still cat-suited biotic's
apparent cowardice.

   Miranda gritted her teeth, angry at the implication, and unzipped the
front of her suit, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy black bra as
Jack unhooked her own collar and snapped the theather strapps holding her
breasts in place with a small flare of biotic power, letting her last
remaining item of clothing (if the collection of leather straps even
deserves the term, drop carelessly to the ground, leaving the bad-ass
biotic in all her natural glory.

   Miranda tried not to stare at Jack's tattooed nipples, inwardly wincing
at just how much getting tattooed on them must have hurt as she rolled her
own white and black Cerberus issue catsuit down over her hips; revealing
her ample and glorious ass in the process.  She was nearly naked in her
matching black lingerie, standing in front of a cheering crowd in just her
bra and panties, trying as hard as she could not to blush.  She carefully,
nervously unfastened her bra, dropping it to the ground in a show of false
bravado as she unveiled her ample tits.  Then, in a pseudo striptease move
she learned from watching an Asari dancer on an undercover mission for the
Illusive Man when she first joined Cerberus, Miranda shimmied out of her
panties, revealing her neatly shaved raven pubes in the shape of the
Cerberus logo.

   "Damn," Jack leered openly.  "You're even thinking about Cerberus when
you fingerfuck that slutty little cunt of yours aren't you?  Snuffing your
genetically engineered ass will be doing to a favor!"

   "I'm not the one who will be losing, you painted whore," Miranda shot
back, anger making her blood rush hot and filling in for the courage she'd
actually hoped would appear instead.  Carelessly, she tossed one of the
serrated knives to Jack.  "Top or bottom?" Miranda asked.  "I'd take top if
I were you, It'll be your last chance to enjoy it once I win."

   ""Top's fine," Jack grinned, not willing to let Miranda's Cerberus
reverse-psychology work on her.  If the prissy bitch was willing to let her
take top without a fight she'd take it, and work out her aggression by
stabbing the racist slut in the cunt over and over.  "You!" Jack pointed
out a random crew member.  Call out when to start when we're in position.
Match only ends when one of us is dead or gives in, so don't so anything
else, got it?"

   The man nodded, stepping up as Miranda looked at the hard metal floor of
the galley nervously before laying down in what she hoped would be a
favorable position.  She was already regretting this and she hadn't even
started yet.  In the background she could hear the crew calling everyone in
to watch.  The crowd was much larger than when they'd started, and Miranda
could see the faces of practically every member of her hand picked Cerberus
staff come to watch their boss bring down the biotic upstart.  At least,
she hoped that was true, she knew she wasn't well liked among the staff,
she'd heard the words Ice Queen often enough, but they couldn't be here to
root for that reprobate, could they?

   Jack cleared her mind as she crouched on her hands and knees atop her
enemy.  Everyone was watching her, but she had no problems showing off a
bit of skin, after all, why get tattoos or wear a top like hers if you
didn't want them shown off?  No, her mind was completely focused on showing
the bitch in front of her what for, and trying to brace herself the
impending pain of being repeatedly stabbed in the cunt, just like she was
about to do with the racist piece of ass in front of her.

   "You both ready?" The crew-member asked.  And the girls nodded, mumbling
noises of assent in reply.  "Then Go!"

   Miranda gasped as Jack immediately plunged her knife underhand through
Miranda's clit and into her cunt before Miranda could even get started. 
The pain was nearly unbearable!  Jack was sloppily sawing through the most
densely packed bundle of nerves in her body!  He whole sex felty like it
was on fire!  Like it had been dipped in boiling acid!  But with everything
on the line, Miranda couldn't just give in.  She had to make up for lost
time.

   Miranda stabbed back at Jack's own clit, hidden beneath her clitoral
hood, only to get deflected with a 'tinking' sound, like metal hitting
metal.  Tears welled in her eyes and Jack continued to stab, hatefully, at
her most tender of spots, but Miranda squeezed her eyes closed to clear
them and get a better view.  A Piercing!  That low class bitch had a stud
through her clit!  There was no way that Miranda could inflict as much
damage there as Jack had to her.  She could feel the angry biotic's knife
slicing way at her tender inner walls, her own efforts to divert her making
things worse as her cunt clenched against the edge of the blade.  Hot blood
ran from between her legs, spilling in little rivulets of crimson down her
thighs.

   Steeling her will Miranda stabbed upwards into Jack's own soft spot,
slicing open her lips as she carved deeply into her opponent's sex.  Jack
gasped, her ass wriggling as she tried to dislodge the knife, but Miranda
held fast, sawing in and out of Jack's cunt.  Blood dripped down.  Spilling
onto Miranda's neck and chin, splattering her cheeks as she grimaced,
hoping that the slut on top of her wasn't carrying any diseases from the
terminus scum she loved to bed.

   Jack almost laughed as Miranda's first attempt at an attack glanced off
her stud, barely nicking her clit in the process, but she didn't let it
distract her, she had a plan; shje was going to utterly destroy little miss
perfect's cunt so that even the slightest brush against the flat of her
blade would bring her untold agony.  She'd been in street fights before,
and despite her own inclinations, she'd fucked women in prison.  She knew
just where to hit to get the biggest reaction, and she was holding
absolutely nothing back against this bitch, not with her own life on the
line.

   Jack winced, almost dropping her knife despite knowing it was coming
when the pain of Miranda stabbing her own dull blade into Jack's cunt hit
her.  She'd hoped that her first attack would be enough to cow the bitch
below her into giving in, but that clearly wasn't on the table.  If this
fight went on too long she might bleed out during it and she wasn't about
to win just to let Miranda fucking Lawson managed to kill her anyway.  She
needed to work fast, and that meant he needed to cheat, not that there were
any real rules to this contest, as quickly ad it had been slapped together.
With one hand still stabbing and the other hand holding her body up there
was nothing that jack could do.  She grimaced, this was going to hurt, a
lot.  She let go of the floor and dropped her body onto Miranda's.

   The sudden shift in weight threw Miranda off guard, ripping the knife
from her hand even as Jack landed on her, driving the wind from her lungs.
Suddenly her face was covered in blood as Jack's cunt dropped against her
nose, nearly breaking it.  She barely had time to search for the knife
before Jack sent a wave of fresh agony through Miranda's body.  She
screamed, nearly whiting pout as Jack pried at her destroyed clit with her
newly freed hand, trying to rip it out of her.  "Ah!  AAAAAAUGGGHHHH!!" She
cried out as the pain overwhelmed her.  "No!" She panted...  "NOOO!"

   "Want me to stop?" Jack asked, tempting her.  All you need to do is give
in you stuck up bitch." Each word accompanied by another tug or stab to
emphasize Jack's point.  With the pain flashing in front of her eyes, and
Jack's body blocking her view, Miranda couldn't find the knife.  She
couldn't find the knife!  She was defenseless!  Tehre was no way she could
make Jack Stop!  Desperately she clawed for Jack's slit, trying to do
damage with her fingers, to dig in with her perfectly manicured nails, but
she couldn't it was too slippery, too wet from Jack's own blood, and with
every second she lost jack was destroying her sex!

   "Please!" she begged Jack to stop, "Please!" have mercy, Miranda thought
to herself, knowing that if she were in Jack's place she'd have none.

   "Are you giving in?" Jack asked, withdrawing the knife for another stab,
slicing excruciatingly through Miranda's sex as she pulled it free.

   "Yes!" Miranda agreed, desperately.  "Yes, I give in!  Yes, you win..."

   "Perfect," Jack grinned, through Miranda couldn't see it, and managed, a
bit shakily to pull herself up, taking her knife with her, blood streaming
from her badly damaged cunt.  "Get me and my new pet some medigel.  I want
her to really feel it when I snuff her."

   Miranda whimpered in pain as one of the crew members stuck a medigel
dispenser nozzle into her cunt and activated it, coating her entire
lacerated sex in warm stinging gel.  She could feel her slit starting to
heal between her legs, and she stared to cry as she realized what her loss
really meant for her.  Jack had been so incredibly gung-ho about snuffing
and degrading her that there was absolutely no doubt in Miranda's mind what
her fate would be.  She was Jack's toy now, and Jack enjoyed breaking her
toys.

   "You know," Jack stated as soon as they both were healed, Jack fully,
and Miranda just to the point where she wouldn't bleed out, "since you're
such an enthusiastic little Cerberus Cheerleader, why don't we put those
skills to better use?  Give us a cheer for all the aliens that are better
than your soon-to-be snuffed ass, and be sure to make it lewd."

   Miranda's eyes widened in shock.  She had to cheer for aliens?  Like
this?  Her sex ached painfully in trepidation of what she was about to do,
but Miranda couldn't resist an order from her new...  owner.  Getting up,
and still completely naked, Miranda began to cheer.  "Asari are the best!
Better than the rest.  I love to go right up to them and fondle both her
breasts!  Turians are cool!  Their lizard cocks just rule!  I love to lick
their scaly dicks while they take me to school!  A Quarian's sublime, but
really hard to rhyme...  I want to take their rubber suits and fuck them
all the time!" Miranda shouted jumping up and down, waving her arms and
legs so that her breasts bounced happily and her cunt could be seen in
fleeting flashes.

   "Salarians are smart!  They screw like works of art!  If I were in a
spawning pool I know I'd fall apart!  Krogan cocks are large!  They're
bigger than a barge!  I'd love for them to take my ass and show me who's in
charge!"

   Jack smiled as Miranda's routine came to an end, fingering her slick,
newly healed folds at the sight of her rival and new toy degrading and
exposing herself.  "Very good.  I'm sure we're all convinced it was the
same quick mind you showed earlier in agreeing to fight me that let you
think that cheer up on the spot instead of that being something you've
practiced before, right, guys?" Jack asked, eliciting a rumble of disbelief
from the rest of the crew that humiliated Miranda and crushed her hopes of
making it through to her death with her dignity in tact.

   "Since your slutty little show caused me to make a mess, it's your job
to clean it up," Jack declared firmly, gesturing towards her soaked crotch.
"Get to it."

   Miranda winced at Jack's order, but she had little choice but to comply,
she had made her bed, she knew the risks, and now she belonged to Jack.

   Jack's crotch was sopping wet, and it glistened almost menacingly to
Miranda's eyes; but the Cerberus cheerleader didn't have much of a choice
in the matter, so she knelt down and leaned forward, licking tentatively at
Jack's cunt.

   "None of that half-assed shit, you broken little slut!  This is your
last meal, make me believe you're fucking enjoying it!" Jack roared out
before shoving Miranda's face deep into her pussy and grinding her pierced
clit against the defeated girl's nose.

   Jack's sex tasted like copper, like blood.  It was positively dripping
with the musky scent of the tattooed reprobate's arousal and buzzed with
the faint hum of almost-but-not-quite-active biotics.  With Jack pulling
hard on Miranda's hair as if it were the reins of a particularly stubborn
or stupid horse, Miranda couldn't help but start licking.

   "Mmmm...  That's the Spot you horny little whore," Jack complimented her
toy.  "Lick harder, you don't want to leave me unsatisfied as the last
thing you do, do you?" She added, tugging on Miranda's luxurious locks.

   Miranda licked harder, what else could she do?  She was Jack's property
now; the tattooed biotic had beaten her fair and square, and the only thing
resisting would do for her now is make her death even more painful.  So her
tongue dove in and out of Jack's soaked snatch, feeling like she might
suffocate or maybe even drown in Jack's sex as her mistress rubbed her face
in her defeat as hard as she could.

   Jack tasted like static electricity and sweat, with an undertone of
blood that Miranda was almost sorry she'd inflicted.  It certainly hadn't
won her anything, and the coppery taste wasn't making her current task any
easier.

   "That's it, right there..." Jack grinned sadistically.  This was the
greatest feeling ever, having that Cerberus cheerleader bitch meely eating
her out like an abused puppy!  Even though she was almost completely
useless at it, the fact that it was her, the woman Jack hated the most on
this damn ship going down on her more than made up for her useless
ineptitude.  And of course the thought of how she'd be ending Miranda's
life at any moment was just the deliciously shiny cherry on top of it all.

   In fact...  "That's enough of that, slut," Jack commanded, pushing
Miranda away from her and knocking her to the ground, her limbs sprawled
helplessly about her.  "I know just how much you enjoy eating out your
betters, but it's time for you to finally make yourself useful on this ship
for the first time in your worthless whore life," Jack commanded, moving
over to the cafeteria counter to grab the Knife she'd used on Miranda less
than an hour before.

   "Remember this?" Jack asked, drawing a terrified shiver from Miranda as
she brandished the still bloody blade.  "I fucking hate the idea of leaving
a complete bitch like you only half gutted, so we're gonna finish you off
the same way I started on you, with this." Jack grinned.  "Now get up on
your knees on the counter over there, I don't wanna have to bend over to
finish snuffing your ass, you really aren't worth the effort."

   "Please!" Miranda pleaded for her life, humiliated and afraid but unable
to do anything to help herself beyond throwing herself on Jack's mercy. 
"Please, you're the greatest, everyone knows it...  Please...  Don't kill
me."

   "You set the terms, slut, don't tell me you'd do any different if I had
lost.  Heh, not like that could have happened." Jack declared.

   "Please!  I'll be your slave!  Your toy!  Anything!" Miranda begged.

   "You're already my toy, but I don't think I'll be keeping you.  I'd hate
to have to look at your ugly fucking face every time I went to my bunk.  In
fact, I know exactly what I'll be using your soon-to-be-snuffed ass for! 
You're getting a promotion!  Isn't that great you stupid little Cerberus
bitch?"

   For a second Miranda let herself feel a glimmer of hope.  "A Promotion?
T-to what?" she asked, whimpering.

   "To morale officer!  Once I finished snuffing you, I'm going to have
that genetically 'perfect' ass of yours stuffed so that you can serve the
whole crew as a communal sex doll that anyone and everyone can use whenever
they want, even Grunt!  And best of all, with you snuffed, they get your
body without your stupid slut personality or fucking racist ass thoughts,
isn't that nice of me?" Jack asked, her eyes cruel as she smiled at Miranda
in fake magnanimity.

   Jack had made up her mind, Miranda realized, and there was nothing that
she could do now to stop her mistress from pursuing her newly declared
course.  After spending her whole life thinking she was perfect, this was
how she was going to end up, a lifeless sex doll for a lab-grown Krogan
teenager, not to mention the rest of the crew!  There was nothing she could
do...

   "Thank you, Mistress," Miranda spoke, tears leaking from her eyes as she
accepted her fate.

   "That's right, Slut.  Now, lets get to turning you into something that's
worthwhile to have on this ship!" Jack declared, brandishing her knife,
before gently sliding the tip of the blade, cutting edge towards her, into
Miranda's moist cunt.

   "One...  Two...  Three!" jack Declared, before ripping the knife upwards
through Miranda's body, tearing her sex apart, ruined clit first, as she
sliced her open in one long pull.

   "Aaaaaugh!" Miranda cried, agonized as her sex parted beneath the blade,
her womb cut open and exposed to the canned air of the ship as the knife
traveled upwards carving her open like a hot iron through silk.  Miranda
could feel her body emptying, she could hear a wet plop as her internal
organs began to fall out the hole that Jack had carved for them from her
clit to her rib cage.  Her intestines and stomach tumbled free onto the
floor beneath her.  She was dead now, Miranda thought to herself, it was
just that the rest of her body just hadn't realized it yet.

   "You won't need your limbs as a sex-toy, you know," Jack spoke almost
conversationally as she wiped the bloody knife that had ended Miranda's
life clean on her hair.  "And since there's a weight limit to how much you
can carry onto this ship, I figure I'll have them get rid of em when they
stuff you.  I'll give em to some hungry Vorcha on Omega as a treat."

   Miranda's vision was starting to fade, darkness creeping in around the
edges.  "Fuck dolls don't need arms or legs to be fun to fuck.  I figure
you'll last at least a month or two before the crew breaks you too hard to
be worth fixing.  Then I'll dump your naked cum-soaked ass out the airlock.
You'll drift out there, alone and covered in cum in the vast abyss of
space. Just another useless piece of trash that I've thrown away."

   Miranda struggled to speak.  Her mouth formed the words, but she
couldn't voice them.  'Mistress...' She almost managed to get out before
her strength failed her.

   "No, don't say a word, you've never had anything smart to say before
now, this won't be any different," Jack ordered.  "Just shut up, so that I
can enjoy watching you die," she added, before gently pushing on Miranda's
forehead, sending the Cerberus biotic falling backwards to the table,
swiftly bleeding out, life fading from her eyes.

   _____

   Two weeks after Miranda's death, the entire crew was looking more
cheerful than ever.  True to her word, Jack had had Miranda stuffed, and
now the limbless naked sex-toy that the former Cerberus XO had been reduced
to sat in a corner of the crew cabin, waiting for anyone who wanted to
'relieve a little stress' to use it.  Having snuffed the uppity little
pitch herself, Jack had no real interest in abusing what remained of her,
though the tattooed biotic did end up taking Miranda's luxurious cabin as
the spoils of war.

   In the week since Jack had gotten the new sex-toy in, Miranda's
lifeless, limbless, torso had been used heavily, not to mention roughly. 
Her once lovely raven hair was now perpetually coated in dried cum, and her
barely-used cunt was now permanently gaping; Jack was mildly surprised,
she'd thought she'd just been being cruel when she told Miranda the crew
would wear her out in a month or two, but now she sort of wondered if
Miranda's remains would even make it to the end of the month intact.

   Of course, just because the main part of Miranda was well on its way to
being irreparably broken, didn't mean all of her was...  Jack Smiled as she
looked down at her newest acquisition.  She'd had the leather of her new
thigh-high boots dyed a jet black, but she, and everyone else on the ship
knew where it came from.  While Jack had dumped Miranda's arms to the
Vorcha as promised, the biotic's legs had become Jack's new boots instead,
so that Jack could savor walking all over Miranda, every time she took a
step.  She'd never felt as sexy as she did while wearing her new boots,
they were proof that everything she bragged about was true, she was one
badass dominant biotic bitch, and she had the boots to prove it.