Chapter 2 - Miranda Lawson

Author's Note:  This chapter was written in response to a request by SpartanAlchemist.  Enjoy...or don't.  Whatever.  Maybe I'll keep writing.

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Lara was losing her mind.  Hours, days, weeks – time had little meaning as she was strapped down inside her pod.  Oh how she had struggled against her bindings the first few days, but her attempts at escape were futile.  In front of her she could only see the darkness of space outside the viewport in front of her.  All she could feel, other than the warm liquid bathing her, was the Agent’s infernal torture device that ruthlessly assaulted her from below.
 
Starting out at a low hum, it would stimulate her just to the brink of climax.  Then infuriatingly it would stop, causing her climactic relief to fade from sight before starting once more.  The cycle would continue – sometimes a dozen, sometimes a hundred times.  By the end of each session she would be mad with lust, unashamed and pure libido.  When the machine finally relented – an event that she could never predict – her orgasm was always so powerful that she thought she her heart would seize in her chest.  Little did she know the machines that she was strapped to were made to prevent that very event.  Then the cycle would continue once more, continuing until she passed out from sheer exhaustion. 

The fluid she bathed in kept her nourished, even without food.  It also kept her body fit and healthy, perhaps even shaving a couple of years off her biologic age.   As important as it was to dominate her mind, it was also essential to keep her body as perfect as when she was captured. 
 
The Agent knew that tenet of hunting all too well.  The Masters did not like damaged goods.

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The ship that lay on the view screen in front of her was of a design that Miranda did not recognize.  Over three hundred sixty meters long in length, the jet black cruiser in front of her was clearly built for war.  It almost had the appearance of a bird of prey from Earth, with its onyx wings that extended outwards and with its almost beak-like forward section.  The ship clearly bristled with weapons, with massive missile emplacements on the ends of its wings – yet every attempt to scan the ship had failed.  It was seemingly equipped with some sort of advanced jamming technology and even Cerberus’s best scanners failed to penetrate the sable hull.
 
“The computer isn’t recognizing the ship type,” the shuttle’s pilot noted to his superior.
 
“Clearly,” replied Lawson, annoyance in her voice.  The pilot furrowed his brow, but said nothing at his ex-Cerberus officer’s tactless manner.  She was well-known as an ice queen – still, he wished that she could at least try to be pleasant.
 
Miranda Lawson shifted her weight, her arms folded as her shuttle closed the distance with the cruiser.  She was wearing her trademark Cerberus issued uniform, the form fitting white and black outfit leaving little to the imagination.  She knew that the four man strike team that sat behind her was likely staring at her supple ass.  She rolled her eyes at the thought of the brutes’ fantasies.  Many had tried to tame the ice queen but all of them only had sore testicles to show for it.
 
Except John, she thought bitterly.  She had given herself wholeheartedly to that heroic bastard.  She laid her heart bare to him after the rescue teams had found him alive on Earth after the battle with the Reapers.  But what had he done?  He chose Liara over her.  That blue frilled bitch.
 
She had tried to get away to forget about him – even taking up jobs for the Alliance Navy.  That’s what got her here, leading a team to take into custody a captured Cerberus loyalist.  Though it wasn’t as if the Alliance particularly trusted her, given her cheered past.  Still, it was something to do, far far away from the likes of John Shepard.
 
“The ship is giving us permission to dock, ma’am,” noted the pilot, still trying to be polite.
 
“Well, let’s get on with this then,” she replied, disregarding his efforts.  She turned to her strike team, who sure enough attempting to act like they weren’t just leering at her backside.  “I want two of you with me.  The other two stay with the shuttle.  I’ve never dealt with this bounty hunter, so keep your weapons ready.”
 
“Don’t you worry, ma’am,” the captain of the strike team, a large muscular man wielding a heavy assault rifle.  “Me and my big gun here will keep you safe,” he added leeringly. 
 
The pilot just looked straight ahead, as he almost felt the air chill.  Miranda paused for a moment, sizing up the strike team captain, but when she spoke her voice was cold as frost.  “Captain, if I were you I’d worry more about the task at hand.  Or else you might find your big gun snapped in half.”
 
“Heh,” replied the captain, as he heft his gun to his shoulder.  The shadow of the cruiser passed over their shuttle as the pilot moved in to land.  “Well, then let’s get to it.  Ma’am.”  

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“This ship, is it Turian in origin?” Miranda asked as she and her soldiers followed the bounty hunter through the depths of the ship.  The hunter, who gave no name for herself, seemed human by the way walked, but her hooded armor gave little to the imagination.
 
“No, not Turian,” came the reply, the red visor looking at Lawson.  “It was built by humans.”
 
“Really?” Miranda replied, distrustingly.  “I know of no shipyard in the Systems Alliance that makes such a model.  Cerberus would have known of a warship of this caliber.”
 
“There is no other ship like it, in this galaxy or any other,” came the furtive reply.  The way the hunter spoke gave Lawson a feeling of unease.  The quartet meanwhile continued to venture through the darkened halls of the cruiser, the walls of the corridors without any markings or script.   They passed many doors, but none of them had any writing on them to suggest their purpose.  Given the labyrinthine nature of the corridors, Lawson was sure that only the hunter herself would be able to show them the way out.
 
“Ugh,” said the captain behind them.  “I don’t like all the AI everywhere.”  He was speaking of the occasional inert humanoid robot cloistered in various nooks along the way.  About six feet tall and chromed metal in appearance, their purpose was mysterious given that none of them seemed to be online.  They just stood at their stations slightly crouched, with dead eyes that lingered no suggestion of purpose.
 
“Maintenance bots,” replied the bounty hunter.  “It would be difficult to run this vessel without any crew otherwise.”
 
“You crew a vessel of this size alone?” Lawson questioned.  “I don’t see how that is possible.”
 
“Indeed,” came the simple reply.  Miranda was entirely unsettled by the demeanor of this bounty hunter.  She was only comforted by the fact that, as the best biotic humanity had to offer, she was sure she could handle one little mercenary.  The subject of Jack crept into her mind at that previous thought, but was quickly tossed aside.
 
“So who is this Cerberus agent that you have captured?” queried Miranda.  She knew of all of the Illusive Man’s more important operatives by face if not by name.  This bounty hunter claimed to have captured one of the now dead Kai Leng’s disciples, but she’d believe it when she saw it.
 
“Killed three Salarian scientists of 43rd Special Tasks Group over Tuchanka,” came the reply, a little too quick for Miranda’s tastes.  The ex-Cerberus’s brow furrowed at the hunter.  The armor meant that it was difficult to read the woman; plus the hooded mask disguised the intent in her voice.  “Here we are.”  The group had come to yet another unmarked door, this one no different than the dozens they had already passed.  There was no door handle or even an unlocking mechanism of any kind.  The hunter just stood there staring at the door for a moment, the pause unnerving Miranda.  “Only you can come in.  Your men can wait outside.”
 
“And why is that?” Miranda asked, her suspicions seemingly confirmed.  At that moment she knew that this was a trap and not a subtle one at that.
 
The hunter continued to stare at the doorway, responding, “Because I don’t trust them.  Take it or leave it.”
 
“Fine,” Lawson coolly replied.  “You two wait out here – this shouldn’t take long.”  The two brutes grunted in response.  She almost felt slightly amused that this nameless bounty hunter thought that she could trap Miranda Lawson, the Illusive Man’s best agent, in this little scheme.
 
She’s going to be in for a rude awakening, Lawson thought to herself, her fingers already tingling with bionic energy.  I am going to pluck the feathers off this preening little upstart, she mused as her hand casually moved towards her Locust SMG. 

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Lara slowly entered the room, appalled at what she was seeing.  The room itself wasn’t much to look at – its dull monochromatic metallic walls clearly utilitarian in nature.  Unusual machinery lined the walls, their purpose unclear.  But was truly disturbing for Lara was the sight at the center of the chamber.
 
In the center of the room was a simple metal table, completely unadorned apart from the struggling young woman shackled to it.  Lara’s first instinct was to run to her to try to free her, but she knew it was pointless.  The woman’s hands were clamped down beside her head, while her legs were strapped down, frog-legged in an apparatus that almost looked like a gynecologic exam table.  Plus the Englishwoman was in no position for a fight, as naked as she was.
 
Even Lara had to admit that the woman was beautiful, a specimen of humanity.  She had raven locks draped over her alabaster visage, though her face would have been much lovelier if not contorted in rage.  She had a fit and athletic body, though endowed with perfectly formed breasts, perhaps a large C cup.  She was naked, of course, with the rags of her clothes – some sort of black and white leather number – tossed aside on the ground.  The pussy glistened in the artificial light, undoubtedly the work of the Agent’s pre-treatments.
 
“You bitch!” the woman yelled out at the Agent as she came into view.  “I am going to bloody tear your spine out.  I’m gonna savor every god damned moment of it!”  The irate woman’s blue eyes shifted to Lara, who was still unbelieving that she was in such a situation.  “Who the hell are you?”
 
Agent A529 smiled at Miranda’s defiance.  “Lara, meet Miranda Lawson, genetically perfected intelligence agent of the 22nd century.  Miranda, meet Lara Croft, millionaire adventurer of the 21st century.”
 
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to believe that half-cocked story of inter-dimension travelling,” Miranda shot back, still fruitlessly struggling against her metal bonds.  “My men will come free me!  And when Shepard finds you –”
 
“Your men are dead or otherwise indisposed.  And we are far away from your John Shepard,” Agent Ashelia noted, “Nor do I have any interest in him.  Jane Shepard on the other hand…”  She paused, wondering briefly how much a Jane Shepard or Liara T’Soni might net her.
 
“This woman is a hunter of women,” Lara interrupted.  “You shouldn’t have come her…”  She pitied the Cerberus agent, who was about to go through what she had endured.  “Why have you brought me here?” she demanded of the Agent, who stood emotionlessly.
 
“I told you,” was the reply.  “You are going to help me break this one.”  Turning to a nearby counter, the Agent produced a featureless box.  Miranda continued her struggle against the metal bonds but something in the room was nullifying her biotic powers.
 
“I will do no such thing,” Lara replied defiantly.  “I don’t know what you have planned, you monster, but I will have none of it.”
 
Agent A529 laughed, muffled as it was behind her mask.  “I am glad your spirit is still intact – it’s cute.  But we both know that I have my ways.”  Tapping on her wrist interface, a mist suddenly spilled into the room.  “I have found that a healthy dose of Erogen makes the strongest woman sufficiently pliable.
 
The scent of the now familiar chemical was unmistakable to Lara, who immediately sagged against the affront of inexorable lust.  The young woman could see the expression of puzzled rage on Miranda’s face as the exotic compound raced through the veins of the Cerberus agent.
 
“You’re a real bitch, you know that?” Lara said as she struggled to stay standing.
 
Ashelia chuckled as she opened the box.  “You know I get called that a lot in my line of work.”  From the box she pulled what Lara could only describe as a large purple xenomorphic looking slug.  “But today you are going to be the instrument of my work,” she said sinisterly as she moved towards Lara.
 
“What the hell is that?” Lara demanded, wide eyed as the Agent moved towards her.  She could see the thing squirm in the Agent’s gloved hand, like a fish on land.  It was perhaps a foot long, with bulbous heads on either side of its length.  She guessed its purpose as she backed away from Ashelia.
 
“I call it a Symbiote.  They are quite rare these days and quite expensive,” she replied, holding it up for Lara to see.  “They were first found on a planet inhabited by an all-female society – it doesn’t take a stretch of the imagination to realize why they thrived there.  I have found them quite useful for what I do.”  Lara was backed into a wall, wary of the writhing purple creature presented to her.  With a swift movement, the Agent pinned Lara against the wall with an armored fist.  Given the effects of Erogen, the young woman could only fruitlessly struggle against the surprisingly strong arm pressing against her chest.  “Open wide,” Ashelia said malevolently.
 
Before Lara could react, the Agent pressed the Symbiote against her nether lips, gasping at the sudden pressure below.  A moan of pleasure escaped from her lips as the head of the alien cock squirmed inside of her, writhing and wriggling deep into her folds.  If the young woman thought that the Agent was merely trying out a new exotic dildo on her, she was very wrong.  Even through the haze of Erogen, Lara was suddenly very aware of the alien expanding inside her, tendril like projections whirling within her womanhood.
 
“No!  What is…what is it doing?!” Lara exclaimed in a near-panic.  Her hands instinctively went to the large erect alien cock now protruding obscenely from her vagina, wanting to pry the alien creature that was seemingly making her its home.  Yet as she grasped the creature, she was startled by the sensation of her own hands on it.  It was as if the skin of the alien was her own.  With alarm, she realized what had happened.
 
“Yes,” Ashelia noted, almost bored sounding.  “The creature has made synaptic connections with your peripheral nerves through its skin.  And yes, it does exactly what you think it does.”
 
I have a cock, Lara thought to herself.  The statement was as plain to her as it was horrifying.  As she stood there, staring down at the purple appendage jutting out angrily out of her, she precipitously became very aware of the beautiful naked woman restrained in front of her.  She wasn’t sure if it was the Erogen, some effect of having the Symbiote attached to her or a mix of the two, but an uncontrollable urge to leap onto the defenseless Miranda took hold of the previously proud adventurer.
 
“No,” Miranda said softly with apprehension as she saw the change in Lara.  “Don’t you dare!”  With all her might she strained against her metal bonds, but the equipment was built to restrain beings many magnitudes stronger than her.
 
“I’m sorry,” Lara replied quietly.  Her mind was a haze, unsure of it was the Erogen or her own latent lust that was spurring her forward.  Miranda Lawson was a strikingly gorgeous woman and Lara needed release badly.  After days of sexual torment, it was as if her body now craved constant satisfaction.  “I’m so tired of fighting it.”  She positioned herself standing between Miranda’s spread thighs, the table at a perfect height for the thick and twitching alien cock between Lara’s legs.
 
A sharp breath passed through Miranda’s throat as she felt Lara’s large cockhead press against her slit.  “Ah! – Don’t...please...” she protested, the effects of the chemicals in her veins weakening her own resolve.  “You don’t need to uuuhnnngh!”  Her words were cut off as Lara drove her hips forward, impaling the Cerberus agent fully with one swift stroke.
 
God, she’s bigger than John, Miranda thought to herself.  It had been a long time Miranda had known another’s touch, a fact that was becoming painfully obvious to her as her body willingly succumbed to pleasure.  Lara for her part held still for a moment, enjoying the altogether new feeling of a beautiful lady’s warmth surrounding her pulsing organ.  Then, hooking her arms underneath Miranda’s restrained legs, she began pounding into the poor woman.  Her hips bucked against Lawson’s bottom, as the sight of the Australian’s perfect orbs shuddering with every strike driving her wild.
 
Miranda too was enjoying the view, not quite against her will at this point.  The Englishwoman was a statuesque beauty (if that statue had D cup breasts of course) and the sight of those large mammaries jiggling over her made her want to reach up to touch their soft flesh.  Miranda realized to her shame that she was straining against her bonds not to escape but to better explore the body of her new lover.
 
She’s so tight, Lara thought to herself through gritted teeth as she thrusted in and out of the raven-haired woman.  The sensations she was feeling at this point were an entirely new experience to her as she felt Miranda’s warm cunt massaging her engorged cock.  She could see why men seemed to have so much fun during sex.  And the empowerment!  The feeling of strength Lara felt over the lust-addled Lawson was as alien as the xeno cock affixed to her.
 
Miranda cried out in pleasure after a particularly deep thrust, her body arching and aching with the ecstasy emanating from deep within.    Every wave of enjoyment was accentuated by the effects of the alien compound in her blood, a crescendo towards a more powerful orgasm than she thought possible.
 
As if urged on by the sight of the ice queen melting, Lara picked up her pace, slamming into Miranda and stretching out her tight quim.  She watched with unsettling and unnatural satisfaction as the strongest orgasm of Lawson’s life hit her. 
 
“FUCK!!” Miranda cried out, her expletive exemplifying the beautiful agony that enthralled her body.   She twisted painfully in her bonds, but she didn’t care.  All that could slip into her mind at that point was the thought that the best fuck of her life was occurring as she was being raped by a woman that had lived a hundred fifty years prior…from another dimension.
 
Lara was relentless, not even pausing to allow Miranda to come down from her climax.  Onwards she ploughed on, driving deep into Miranda – her only intent to use her as her cocksleeve.  She grunted and moaned with every plunge, angling herself so that she could drive deeper with every effort.   
 
The Agent laughed in delight.  Little did the women know that there the pipes that had filled the room with Erogen were by now empty.  Only their own wanton lust was driving them on now.  “This is going to be a fun hunting trip,” she said to herself softly.
 
“Miranda!” Lara yelled out, clutching Miranda’s supple ass with both hands.  “I’m cumming!!”  She buckled forwards, driving upwards with all her strength.  Her back then arched as the large alien cock surged against Miranda’s cervix.  Her mind exploded in sensation as she came, hot jets of cum pouring into Miranda.  Lawson could feel hot cum overflowing from the depths of her pussy, a torrent streaming out.
 
Lara collapsed forwards, falling on top of Miranda as they both struggled for breath.  With a flick of Ashelia’s wrist computer the metal bonds restraining Miranda disengaged, yet still the biotic lay there unmoving.
 
“Get. Off.  Me,” Miranda said angrily, some of the fire still in her.  She weakly tried to push Lara off her, but didn’t have the strength.  After a few minutes, Lara moved off of Lawson, her legs still feeling like jelly as the large Symbiote still swayed between her legs.  Lara stood against a wall, limply attempting to recompose herself. 
 
“Well, now that you two have had your fun,” Ashelia noted, walking towards the tomb raider, “I suppose we should get on with it.”
 
With a firm grasp and an audible pop, Ashelia wrenched the alien from her depths, a flood of juices and cum spilling from the Englishwoman as she did.  The metal floor of the room was wet with the intermixed fluids of Lara and Miranda, sloshing quietly with the gentle movements of the ship.
 
“It’s going to take days to get the stains out of this equipment,” Ashelia noted listlessly, examining the happy little alien squirming in her armored fist.  The Symbiote purred softly, wiggling in her hand.
 
“You are all crazy,” Miranda stated quietly, struggling off the table.  She sagged to her hands and knees as a fatigue took her.  “This is insane,” she whispered, still not believing her situation.
 
“Miranda Lawson,” Ashelia replied, walking over to the weakened Cerberus agent.  “You could struggle on, try to fight me and what I am doing.  Or…”  She tossed the wriggling alien towards Miranda who deftly caught it.  “Or you could even the score.”
 
Miranda examined the Symbiote in her hand and then looked to Lara, who still stood recovering against the metal walls.  The Englishwoman was too exhausted to realize the danger that she was in.
 
“I’ll leave you two to it,” Agent A529 noted fiendishly as she turned towards the door.  “It takes time to calculate calibrations to dimensional jumps.  And we need to make a little trip to a little city called Columbia.”
 