Chapter 1 - The Ice Queen

Commander Shepard's current mental state concerned Miranda Lawson.

At first, Shepard seemed to simply show disregard for own health and safety. It didn't take long for the rest of the crew to notice. She was less than happy to have found out she was working for Cerberus. She'd get drunk in the lounge, scream in her sleep, and occasionally, deliberately harm herself. Perhaps it was because her body never fully recovered from death, that the Lazarus Project didn't produce the results desired. Sure, Shepard managed to gain full neurological activity and her abilities were only partially lost, but her body and mind still had a difficult time recovering completely. She'd get the job done, but the time in between missions seemed like hell for the Commander. Her mood would shift erratically, sometimes even showing open hostility toward her crewmates. Garrus had been the only one successful in subduing her. Mostly, however, she'd sleep. Whether it be in her cabin, on the floor, in her office, main battery, wherever the hell she felt like taking a nap.

Miranda remembered snooping in her cabin once while Shepard was on a mission for Grunt's rite of passage. It was a complete mess, with her bed sheets torn up, blood stained on the walls, a dead, dissected hamster, broken terminals, and a shattered picture frame of Liara T'Soni. She notified the Illusive Man of Shepard's behaviour, but not surprisingly, he dismissed it; the priority was for her to get the job done.

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"Thanks again, Shepard. Taking the time to help me with my sister," she bowed her head. "We couldn't have reached Oriana in time without your help."

The redheaded woman that stood in front of her desk looked at Miranda with disdain. "Now that I've done something for you, you have to do something for me."

"Of course, Commander." Miranda saw the Commander smile and she looked down to see her twitching erection bulging through the pants of her Cerberus Officer's uniform. "Absolutely not, Commander."

Shepard's pupils reddened with anger. "You make me go through all that trouble just so you could cock-block me?"

"I'm sorry, Shepard. But the only thing I can promise you is my loyalty."

"We'll see about that."

Miranda raised an eyebrow before Shepard walked over to her and pulled her by the hair, unable to escape her firm grasp. She shoved her onto the bed and forced her lips to hers, Miranda attempting to push the Commander away, though Shepard's grip on her neck kept her in place. Miranda didn't know when she pulled it out, or how she couldn't have noticed it, but pretty soon Shepard had a Predator aimed at her head.

"Suck my cock, bitch."

Miranda was filled with rage as she dipped her head down and pulled down the Commander's pants. She didn't have much choice, as Shepard's gun was still fixed on her right temple. The ice queen put the veined, uncut member in her mouth, and she could taste the precum filling her tongue, a rather unpleasant taste really, and feel Shepard's rigid organ pulsating inside. Shepard grinned and shoved her head farther along her cock, until Miranda could feel her pubic hair tickling her nose. The bitch closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheeks, which only made the Commander laugh at her.

Without warning, Shepard pulled her cock out, aimed the gun at Miranda's right tit, and shot her through her chest. She let out a horrific scream as collapsed onto the bed, the sheets becoming stained with dark red.

Shepard laughed and knelt behind her, sliding her cock in between her plump cheeks. She ripped off the material that covered her backside and shoved her member inside. She could hear Miranda whimpering as she continued to bleed out.

"Fucking Cerberus cunt," Shepard spat. She pulled her hair back, which caused even greater pain for Miranda. "I'm going to kill you and everyone on this ship, you hear me?

"She took her dick out of her gaping anus and forced it into her pussy, and as she did she wrapped a tight hand around Miranda's neck, asphyxiating her. She waited until the ice bitch nearly turned blue before releasing her, letting her gasp for air. By now, she was going dizzy from blood loss and her she coughed up some blood as she struggled to breathe. Shepard disconnected herself and flipped Miranda onto her back.

"Keep crying, bitch, I wanna see that pretty face of yours when you beg for mercy as I cut you open."

"Sh-Shepard..."

Shepard tore off her clothing covering her stomach, exposing her pale, perfect skin. She sunk in her blade a few centimeters below her sternum, an ongoing scream erupting from Miranda as Shepard slowly ran the edge of the weapon downward, stopping just under her navel. Blood seeped through, going down her side and onto the bed. Miranda tried not to cry, as it only made the experience all the more painful. She braced herself as Shepard parted away the skin, revealing her internal organs. The Commander grinned and pulled out some of her small intestines, Miranda sobbing and turning her head away, not wanting to watch. Shepard wrapped her entrails around her cock, using them to masturbate.

Miranda felt herself dying from losing so much blood. Unfortunately, however, her body kept her alive, as it was also designed for endurance, which was why she didn't need particularly heavy armor during missions. Her vision went hazy as she heard Shepard panting, using her own viscera to give herself pleasure. She felt so much anger at the Commander, for this unexpected betrayal and excruciating torture. Not only that, but Shepard was going to go after the rest of the crew. They would stand no chance against the Collectors or the Reapers.

Shepard closed her eyes and threw her head back as she came and shot her load all over Miranda's body and organs. Her white sperm mixed with Miranda's crimson blood, a repulsing blend of their bodily fluids.

"And now..." Shepard stuffed the muzzle of the gun into her vagina, "for your end."

She unloaded the entire clip.