Chapter 2 - The Yeoman

"You have unread messages on your terminal, Commander," the Yeoman said in a casual tone.

 Shepard eyed Kelly lasciviously. Having just returned from a mission (to blow up some place for that bitch that calls herself Jack), she was in the mood to ravage some unwilling female and add to her collection.

 After killing Miranda, Shepard found no other use for the body but to throw it out the airlock. Not like she could put her dick in it anymore. Shepard did, however, keep her head as a trophy. She kept it in her cabin, on the desk where she had previously kept terminals, medals, and that picture of some blue, asari cunt she didn't give a fuck about anymore. The Normandy crew had stared at her suspiciously when she dragged off the bloody corpse across the crew deck and CIC. Nevertheless, her crewmates were rather silent about the whole ordeal, and really, not much had changed; except maybe they were slightly more cautious around the Commander, though they still followed her orders. Miranda didn't make a whole lot of friends, if any at all. In fact, she was hated by most of the crew. The XO was not missed by anyone.

 The only one that had a problem with Shepard murdering Miranda was the Illusive Man. He sounded quite angry at Shepard, telling her not to jeopardize the mission by killing off the crew, to which she had told him to 'fuck off.'
 The Commander, still in her battle-worn armour, walked to her terminal and deleted all her e-mails. She never bothered reading any of them. Instead, she typed up a message for Kelly inviting her over to her cabin for dinner. When she sent it, a few seconds later she saw the Yeoman look up from her terminal, smile at her, and blush. Shepard smiled back; not because she was looking forward to their dinner, but because she had fallen for the bait. Shepard shut off her terminal and headed toward the elevator, but not without giving a harsh slap to the Yeoman's backside.

 "Oh!" she yelped in surprise. She blushed even harder.

 Shepard winked at her.

 When she wasn't acting like a complete psychopath, Shepard was rather charming. Ironically, that was a trait most psychopaths possessed. She had become less hostile toward her crewmates, and some even started to like her. They believed she was finally recovering her sanity. They couldn't have been more wrong.

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 Kelly shuffled into the elevator and slowly ascended to the floor of the captain's cabin. When she arrived, she pressed the buzzer for the door, but received no answer. She decided to open the door herself. She walked in and the door closed shut behind her. Shepard's cabin looked impeccably neat; as if someone had just cleaned it. Kelly walked further inside, looking around at her glowing fish tank, model ships, and the other decorations. She noticed her desk. There were... odd stains on it. She walked to it and examined it; there was a picture of Liara T'Soni, though it looked like it was once broken and pieced back together, albeit unprofessionally. Shepard's message terminals were absent, except for her computer. And of course, the strange, dark stains on the desk.

 The Yeoman looked at it more closely, lowering her head to get a better view. The stains were a dark red, like blood, but smeared across, as if someone had tried to clean it off but couldn't completely remove it. Kelly wondered if it was blood. And if it was, whose?

 Kelly, feeling a bit curious, turned on Shepard's computer. It was a standard Cerberus computer, but it could still be used for personal purposes. Shepard had been on the extranet, Kelly noticed. There was a window that had been minimized... she decided to open it. Kelly's eyes widened in shock. Shepard had been looking at... pornography. It's not that it was porn that surprised her, but the type of porn Shepard had been viewing. Depictions of decapitated women, men having sex with lifeless corpses, girls with penises in their brains, and worst of all, genital torture.

 Kelly felt absolutely revolted by the images, she couldn't believe anyone could look at such sickening and vile material. Her stomach threatened to send what little food she had eaten back up; she was still awaiting her dinner. Kelly, however, lost all her appetite. How could the Commander be into this kind of stuff? Sure, she understood that some people were into BDSM and torture to some extent, but this?

 "You know, it's rude to look through people's stuff without their permission."

 Kelly spun around at the unexpected voice. Commander Shepard stood, ever so tall, behind her, with a twisted, sadistic smile on her face. Kelly breathed a sigh of relief.

 "Oh, it's you, Commander."

 "What are you doing on my computer?"

 The Yeoman suddenly remembered what she had just seen. "Was that... were you looking at that?"

 "Yes."

 "I'm... concerned about you, Commander. I don't believe that would be... good for your psychology."

 Shepard frowned. "That's not for you to decide, Miss Chambers."

 "Of course not, Commander, I just... I worry for you."

 "You should be worried about yourself. Now, let's have dinner, shall we?"

 Kelly smiled. They descended down the steps and arrived at the table area, where Shepard had prepared dinner for the two of them. They sat down across from each other. Kelly liked the feel of the soft, leather couches. The captain really did deserve this kind of luxury, going out and saving the galaxy and all that. By now, she had forgotten about the gore porn she had seen and turned her attention to the food presented before her, a simple meal with real beef, from Earth itself. Steaming mashed potatoes with peas on the side.

 They ate in silence, but after a while, Shepard spoke up.

 "So how are you enjoying yourself on the Normandy, Kelly?"

 "I like it here. Everyone has a story of their own. The Justicar in particular really interests me."

 "Yes... she is... quite the Asari." Shepard had an expression that the Yeoman couldn't read, which was really something, because Kelly could read faces better than anyone. Her eyes seemed... predatory, almost. Then Kelly remembered to ask something she had been dying to ask the Commander about since it happened.

 "Why'd you kill Miranda?"

 Shepard looked angry momentarily before her she smirked and looked at her with steady eyes. "She wasn't following my orders."

 "So you killed her?"

 "It had to be done. Besides... the pain she was in... it was better that her life ended when it did."

 "Pain? What pain?"

 Shepard stuffed a forkful of beef in her mouth. "Don't worry about it."

 Kelly decided not to ask anymore questions. Shepard was... peculiar. There was something odd about her, as if there was more to her than meets the eye. Even after her bouts of insanity during the weeks following the succession of the Lazarus Project, she didn't seem quite... herself. Well, the woman she was in the vids anyway. She seemed more honest in them, heroic and dashing, a total paragon of justice. But now... Kelly couldn't quite place her finger on it.

 After they had finished their dinner, they stood up and Kelly thanked her for the meal.

 "This was nice, Commander. I enjoyed it." Kelly wrapped her arms around Shepard's neck and Shepard put her hands behind her back bringing her close. Shepard noted the warmth of Kelly's body. They embraced for a while, which gave Shepard time to pull out her knife from her pocket without Kelly's knowledge. She preferred real knives to her omni-blade; it seemed... classier.

 As Kelly gradually relaxed in Shepard's protective arms, the Commander swiftly stuck the blade into her left shoulder blade. Kelly's eyes widened in shock and she screamed, but Shepard was quick and she dashed behind her, took the knife out of her back and put the edge at her neck, her free hand covering her mouth, muffling her screams. Kelly panted heavily into her palm, tears welling up and wetting Shepard's fingers. Shepard grinned and whispered into Kelly's ears,

 "Let's have some fun, shall we?" Shepard's soft voice and warm breath probably would've comforted her if not for the fact that her back was bleeding profusely and Shepard was about to do unspeakable things to her.

 Shepard shoved her to the ground and let Kelly writhe in pain as she bled. She knelt down next to her and as she did so, Kelly's eyes shone with fear, and her body was shaking violently; Shepard felt her penis stiffen.

 "Shepard, please! Don't please..." Kelly begged. The Commander became more and more aroused at the pain she was causing. She pushed down her pants and let her diamond-hard member pop out. There was hunger in her eyes; Kelly could see it. Shepard continued to smile like a psychopath as she put her blade against the material of Kelly's uniform. She tore it open deftly, obviously having prior experience. Kelly winced; she felt the blade almost pierce her skin. Shepard tossed her shirt aside, then removed Kelly's pants. Clad in only underwear, Kelly shivered at the cold air, as well as the amount of blood she was losing.

 Finally, she used her knife to remove Kelly's remaining bits of clothing. Her naked body was fully exposed, at the mercy of her deranged Commander.

 "I don't even know where to start," Shepard said hoarsely. She placed her free hand on Kelly's right breast; it was a good size, nice and round, pliable as well. Shepard could see Kelly's chest rising and falling unevenly as she started to knead her breast. She teased the nipple with her fingers, squeezing it until she saw Kelly grimace.

 "Stoooppp please," Kelly said through her tears of anguish.

 Shepard removed her hand from Kelly's breast. She moved over to her trembling legs. She dropped her knife to the ground and activated her omni-blade. Kelly glanced down to see what she was about to do, and she was suddenly alarmed to see Shepard grabbing her left leg, the Commander's omni-blade fixed just above her thigh. She barely had enough time to think before Shepard's blade penetrated her skin. She could feel the searing, hot pain stabbing through her leg. Kelly screamed as her blade went in deeper, hitting the bone; Shepard cut it apart easily. Kelly cried in agony even after Shepard's weapon had gone completely through. Blood gushed to the floor as well as on Shepard's hands; the Commander brought her finger to her lips and took a taste.

 The Yeoman continued to scream as Shepard hacked off her other leg as well. By now she was starting to feel lightheaded... she didn't know how much longer she could withstand Shepard's brutal torture.

 Shepard's cock ached with the need to get inside. With both of Kelly's legs gone, she grabbed her hips and entered her vaginally. She loved the way her inner muscles gripped her cock; the Yeoman was so fucking tight. Kelly moaned at the unexpected intrusion, and even when didn't want it, her vagina lubricated itself so Shepard could go in more easily. Shepard's bloody hands gripped her hips tightly as she thrust herself all the way in. She was so deep and Kelly's slick walls felt so good, she nearly came before she pulled back. Shepard went back inside and resumed a fast pace as Kelly suffered in painful misery.

 The Commander grabbed her knife and seized Kelly's right arm. The Yeoman shrieked as Shepard chopped away her arm, letting it flop to ground, its blood covering Kelly in her own filth. She only had one more limb to go. Shepard filled her to the brim with semen, pulled out and ran her knife through her last arm. Kelly was completely limbless. She'd lost her breath and could only wheeze like a pathetic cunt as she lay helplessly on the blood stained floor.

 Shepard laughed uncontrollably at her predicament. She stood up and aimed her limp member at her face and pissed on her, getting some in her mouth, nose and eyes. Kelly choked on the vile fluid, becoming utterly disgusted with herself. Shepard made sure to get some on her wounds as well; Kelly cried weakly at the burning sensation it gave her.

 When Shepard was done, she knelt down again and put her knife against Kelly's neck. The Yeoman's eyes begged her to finally end it. Shepard sliced through. Kelly gurgled and her eyes rolled back when Shepard cut away the bone. Another head for her collection. She stood up, with one hand carrying Kelly's head by her hair, she pulled her pants back up and put the carcass on her desk. Shepard went into her bathroom and retrieved Miranda's head. She had hid it there.

 She placed Miranda's bloody head next to Kelly's.