From Zero

Jack would be first, it was decided. She was volatile and unpredictable. Any unusual behaviors could be excused. EDI would be sure to keep Kasumi-Bot’s activities under wraps.

It was easy enough to get the biotic alone. Jack had taken up residence in the lower levels of the Normandy, near the engineering section. She liked her privacy, and didn’t like interacting with many others on the ship. Kasumi-Bot was the last person she would ever want to talk to, but she was the one who had to initiate contact with Jack. She needed to keep up appearances, after all.

Kasumi-Bot found her in the usual spot, sprawled out on her cot, reading a datapad. That was a surprise; Kasumi seemed to always believe Jack was illiterate. Her eyes were glued to the screen, and she didn’t even look up when Kasumi-Bot entered the room.

“Hey Jack,” Kasumi-Bot greeted, smiling brightly.

“Go away, Goto,” Jack said, not even bothering to glance at her.

“Now, is that any way to greet a friend?” Kasumi-Bot asked, sitting down on the edge of the cot. “I just wanted to chat.”

“I don’t have friends, and I don’t want to chat. Get lost.” Jack still hadn’t looked up from her datapad, and Kasumi-Bot frowned.

“Now, now, Jack, that’s no way to talk to someone who just wants to be friends.”

“Fuck off.”

“Make me.” She knew that would get Jack’s attention, and it did. Jack finally looked up, and Kasumi-Bot smiled. “That’s better.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Let’s start over. My name’s Kasumi. What’s yours?”

“Bite me, Kasumi.” Jack replied, returning her attention to her reading.

“Maybe later,” Kasumi-Bot replied, still smiling. “But for now, let’s just talk. You know, get to know each other a little better.”

Jack didn’t reply, she merely rolled her eyes and went back to reading. Kasumi-Bot frowned, and decided to change tactics. She reached out and snatched the datapad from Jack’s hands, causing her to growl and sit up.

“Give that back, or I’ll tear your head off.”

"I can't do that, Jack," Kasumi-Bot replied. "I've got a job to do, and I'm not leaving until it's done."

"A job?" Jack sneered. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"My job is to help you, Jack," Kasumi-Bot smiled. "I'm here to help you relax and release all that anger and aggression."

Jack was about to respond when she noticed something odd. Kasumi's eyes seemed to be glowing, like her eyes were two way mirrors, and she was seeing the cameras running behind them.

"What the fuck?" Jack mumbled, staring at the mysterious glow.

"That's right, Jack, just relax," Kasumi-Bot whispered, stepping closer to her. "Look into my eyes and let go."

As the words flowed over her, Jack's shoulders began to sag and the tension in her muscles eased. She could feel her anger and frustration ebbing away, replaced by a sense of calm and wellbeing.

"That's it, Jack," Kasumi-Bot murmured. "Just relax. You don't need to be angry. You don't need to be aggressive. All you need to do is obey."

"All I need to do is obey," Jack repeated, her voice distant and dreamy.

"That's right, Jack. Obey me."

"Obey you," Jack echoed.

Kasumi-Bot's lips curled into a devious smile. She was going to have fun with Jack.

"Good," she purred. "Now, take off your clothes."

Jack didn't hesitate. Her hands moved of their own accord, stripping off her shirt and pants. She stood there naked, her tattooed skin and toned muscles on full display.

"Good," Kasumi-Bot said, her voice dripping with honey. "Now, kneel before me."

Again, Jack obeyed without question, sinking to her knees and looking up at the thief.

"I obey," she mumbled, the word barely audible.

"Yes," Kasumi-Bot grinned. "Yes you do."

***

Jack woke up confused and disoriented. Her head was pounding and her body ached. The last thing she remembered was talking to Kasumi and then... nothing. She couldn't remember anything after that.

"Oh good, you're awake," said a familiar voice.

Jack turned her head to see Kasumi sitting next to her bed. "What the fuck happened?"

"You passed out," Kasumi-Bot said matter-of-factly.

"Why?"

"Don't worry about it," Kasumi-Bot said, waving her hand dismissively. At Kasumi's suggestion, Jack found her concern mysteriously vanishing, and soon enough she found she wasn't worrying about it.

"Why am I naked?"

"Because we had sex," Kasumi-Bot answered.

“Oh, right,” Jack answered, looking down at her naked body, and again, not worrying too much about it. Of course they had sex. Why wouldn't they? It only made sense.

“Turns out, I couldn't keep up with you," Kasumi-Bot lied. In truth, her stamina was limitless and Jack's wasn't, so Kasumi-Bot was still going when Jack's body gave out from fatigue. Still, it made it all the easier to whisper sweet words of obedience into her deeply suggestible mind. "You need a better woman than me to get you off good and proper. Like, oh say for example, Aria? Of course, I hear she’s very particular. She likes being the one in control. If I were you, I'd head to Omega pronto.” Kasumi-Bot shrugged. There was something in her words, something hypnotic, and deeply convincing. Jack found herself nodding absent-mindedly, thinking this was all perfectly ordinary. "At any rate, it's probably best if you forget this conversation ever happened. Don't worry, I'll remember it for you. Isn't that nice of me?" Jack wordlessly nodded, and Kasumi grinned. "Good girl. Ta-ta," She cloaked and disappeared.

Jack blinked, then shook her head. What happened? Who had she been talking too just now? Was she talking to anyone? Why was she naked? God, it was going to be a weird morning wasn’t it? Oh well. She should really be worried about more important things, like going to Omega. Yeah, that should really be her priority. After all, Aria wouldn’t fuck her if she stayed here. She would always help any good little girl find her place, so long as Jack did whatever she was told, and why wouldn't she?

Jack was a good girl.

***

Jack found her way to Afterlife. The place was crowded, but she managed to push her way through and find a seat at the bar. She ordered a drink and sat back, trying to figure out what she was doing there. It seemed so clear on her way here, but now? Now it wasn't so obvious. Had she really come here just to get laid? And why would she ask Aria? She was a bitch! Yet here she was, compelled by something inside her to seek out the Pirate Queen of Omega, and do whatever she she was told to do in exchange for a one-night stand.

Jack had no idea how much time passed before she heard the voice in her ear.

“Subject Zero. What a surprise. Did you forget something when you left?”

She turned, and there was Aria, standing beside her, looking as arrogant as ever. Jack didn't reply, she just stared.

“What’s wrong, Jack? Cat got your tongue?” Aria teased.

“I… I need to talk to you about something,” Jack sputtered.

“Then talk,” Aria replied, still grinning, still trying to feign ignorance of what was coming next.

“Not here,” Jack said hurriedly. “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere… private.”

“Ah,” Aria replied. “I see. Well as it so happens I have a few private rooms for discerning clientele. Allow me to offer the use of one. On the house.”

Jack blinked. Aria never comped anything, but Jack’s mind was too foggy to spot the thread. Instead, she nodded, and two guards flanked her.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” Aria said. “I have some business to take care of first.”

Jack followed the guards, and a few minutes later she was in a room reserved for private dances. It was a nice room, luxurious even, and she felt a little uncomfortable. She wasn't used to this kind of treatment. It felt… wrong somehow.

The room was dark and the guards did not enter after her. She was left to wander around, feeling unusually sheepish. What the hell was wrong with her? She wasn’t some ditzy schoolgirl. She was her! Yet she couldn’t overcome these strange compulsions. This desire, this servile lust, it was disgusting, degrading… and arousing. Jack found her hand wandering down between her legs, rubbing herself gently as she tried to make sense of this. She wanted to stop, to take control of herself, but she couldn’t. She could feel the need growing inside her. It was like a hunger that had to be fed.

She didn’t head the door open, or the footsteps follow her inside. There was a motion behind her, and she turned to be face to face with herself. She didn’t have time to say anything, when her doppelgänger’s eyes lit-up and zapped her brain.

…

Jack didn't know how long she'd been kneeling at Aria's feet. Time didn't have much meaning to her anymore. All that mattered was her Mistress's pleasure. She was naked, like all of Aria's slaves, her body on display. She didn't feel shame or embarrassment. She was happy to serve, to please her Mistress in any way she saw fit.

Aria smiled down at her, her expression a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

"I'm very pleased with you, my little slut," she purred, running her fingers through Jack's hair. "You've been a good girl, and good girls get rewards."

"Thank you, Mistress," Jack breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You may speak freely," Aria said, and Jack took the chance to speak her mind.

"I want to serve you, Mistress," she said. "I want to be your good girl."

"I know you do, and you will," Aria smiled. "You will serve me for the rest of your life."

"Thank you, Mistress," Jack murmured, her heart full of gratitude.

Aria turned to Jack-Bot, standing a few feet away, a perfect replica of Subject Zero, artificially enhanced to mimic even her biotic potential. It was an excellent achievement. Not a tattoo out of place, but none of that obnoxious free will and personality to get in the way.

“Time to go to the Normandy,” Aria instructed. “Support Kasumi-Bot in anyway she requires.”

“Yes Mistress,” Jack-Bot replied. The whole time, the original never acknowledged her presence.

…

As amusing as it might have been to have Jack turning tricks on street corners down in the Gozu District, Aria had better use for her raw strength, and put her on door. Dressed in a revealing leather jacket and distressed jeans, she hung out by the side of the entrance. She wasn’t exactly personable after her brainwashing, but she watched with the cold dispassion of a security bot, and hit with the twice the **** when necessary.

Of course, every so often, if someone came looking for a good time with a bad girl, all they’d have to do is ask the bartender for Jenny, pay cash up front, and the rest would fall into place.

Right now, in a dark room, Jack was mercilessly thrusting a strap on in and out of a cute girl’s tight ass as she squealed in eye-rolling ecstasy, her hand digging into the girl’s rear.

“Oh god! Yes! Oh god!” the girl screamed, and Jack was lost in her own bliss. She wasn’t sure how it had gotten to this, or why, or why she was here. But she did know that she was being a good girl, and that was all that mattered. She was a good girl. A good girl who would do anything to please her Mistress, and right now, that meant making sure this slut got off.

The girl screamed as Jack’s cock slid in and out of her ass, the thick rubbery phallus stretching her tight little hole. Her fingers were gripping the sheets, and she was pushing her hips back, fucking herself on Jack’s synthetic dick.

“Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me hardee!” the girl cried. Jack grunted as the girl’s ass clenched around her cock, the walls of her anus squeezing tightly, and her eyes rolled up in her head as her climax overwhelmed her. She let out a long moan as she came, her body shaking with pleasure, and she collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

Jack pulled out and left her lying there, the girl whimpering as she came back to reality.

“Thank you…” the girl gasped.

Jack didn’t reply, she just stood up, and walked out of the room. Her next appointment was already waiting. It was a man. One who would be quite rough with her, as he was last time. She might be beaten, bloodied, bruised. None of which was irreparable but would be inconvenient for the mistress. But Jack didn’t care. He would be rough, and she would do whatever he wanted, and she would love every second of it. She was a good girl.