Her sister, whose just hit the jackpot.

It was a few days into an extended stay on Illium that Miranda got the news. Her sister Oriana had found someone. An off world girl apparently; they'd been corresponding for months, getting to know each other, talking over video call, all in preparation for their first in person meeting. After all, you don't really know someone till you've spent the night together. Apparently, that had been more than satisfactory.

"Her name's Jenny. You'd hate her," Oriana laughed over coffee in a local cafe. "She's not exactly traditional, but she makes me happy, Miranda."

"Then I'm happy for you Ori," said Miranda with a smile, and that was true.

"How long are you going to be planetside?" Oriana asked.

"I have no idea," Miranda admitted with a shrug. "Shepard's off chasing ghosts on the other side of the planet with Liara and Samara, so we're standing by."

"Oh? You trust Shepard to be on her own with two beautiful blue women?" Oriana teased.

"Truthfully? No." Miranda rolled her eyes. "She's a **** to her baser desires."

"A **** huh?" Oriana seemed to taste the words for a moment. "Well, if you're not too busy, maybe you'd like to stop by my place for dinner? I know Jenny would be glad to have you." There was something about her choice of words that brought to mind a well-planned practical joke, but Miranda dismissed it. Even if Oriana had some ulterior motive, it would be rude to say no to an invitation, and unthinkable to say no to her only family.

"Sure. Why not?"

...

That night, Miranda knocked on the door to Oriana's apartment. She'd thought about dressing up, but instead wore one of her usual catsuits. She felt that anything more might be a little too formal for an impromptu dinner invitation. As it turned out, formality wasn't the theme of the night.

"Miri!" Oriana answered the door excitedly, naked as the day she was grown in a vat. "I'm so glad you could make it. Come in, come in!" She gestured eagerly for her sister to enter. Miranda, startled and speechless, nonetheless did so. She had questions, but couldn't voice any of them as one thought overrode the rest of them: her little sister had grown up. She hadn't noticed while immersed in polite conversation at the cafe, but at a glance, it was obvious Oriana's bust was bigger than hers now, and as she turned away to walk to the kitchen, it was obvious her ass was too. She found herself almost hypnotized by its sway, barely noticing some odd markings just above her ass, but she shook herself out of it. This was her little sister, after all, not some piece of eye candy. She did, however, suddenly understand what must go through the heads of everyone who saw her enter a room for the first time. She looked around, **** to find anything more interesting to stare at than her younger sister's naked body, but found nothing convincing. Oriana turned on a dime and smiled at her. "What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off and relax. Everything's almost ready"

"Uh... What?" was the best Miranda had in the way of a response.

"What's wrong?" Oriana continued smiling seemingly obliviously. "Embarrassed to be naked? Come on Miri, don't be such a prude. Take of your clothes. You don't need them anymore now that you're here and it's nothing I don't see in the mirror everyday anyway."

"I... That's not... I don't..." She felt like her head was going to explode. "Oriana, why are you naked? Why do you want me to be naked? What is going on here? If this is some kind of joke, I'm not getting it."

"It's not a joke," Oriana's smile was sincere and irremovable. "It's what Jenny wants, and we always have to do what Jenny wants."

"Jenny?" Miranda narrowed her eyes. "She's behind this? She's here?"

"Indeed she is cheerleader," said a familiar voice, and Miranda's blood ran cold. From behind Oriana, a familiar tattooed figure walked out of the shadows, stepping onto her tiptoes and resting her head on Oriana's shoulders while her hands wandered around to fondle her ample breasts. Oriana made a sound halfway through a giggle and a moan. "You know much as I hate to admit it, I think your dad really might have made the perfect women when he made you two. Well... Near perfect. I bet he wakes up every day thinking about how badly he fucked up when he let you girls escape from him... Oh well, his loss, my gain." She grinned devilishly.

"Jack... What in the fuck do you think you're doing to my sister?!" Miranda cried in shock and anger.

"Uh..." Jack pretended to think about it for a moment. "I think I'm playing with her big, soft tits. And I think she likes it..." Oriana let out an affirmative giggle as she turned her head to kiss Jack. It wasn't a long kiss, but every second of it felt like an eternity to Miranda. When they broke lips, Jack began to gently peck her way down her neck and shoulder.

"Isn't she wonderful Miranda?" Oriana asked. "I'll admit, when we first talked, I wasn't sure it was going to work out, but then something just... clicked. I realized I would do anything to be with her. Anything to please her. Even luring you here so you could see just how wonderful she really is!"

"Let. Her. Go." Miranda spaced out the words with murderous intent.

"Hmm..." Jack pretended to think about it for a moment, then shook her head. "Nah. Why would I? She's just the perfect pet, aren't you?" She stroked Oriana's hair lovingly.

"Yes mistress."

"Besides," Jack continued. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. As far as the law is concerned, she no longer has any legal rights."

"What?" Miranda asked, her biotics flaring for a moment.

"It's true!" Oriana exclaimed with glee. "This morning, just before we met for lunch, I willingly and knowingly signed away all my rights as a sentient being. Now I'm just Jenny... Sorry... Mistress Jack's dutiful ****."

"Slavery is illegal on Illium!"

"No," Jack wagged her finger condescendingly. "**** trading is illegal on Illium. Slavery itself is perfectly fine so long as you either owned the **** already, or they willingly accept enslavement."

"But... But your family..."

"Don't even remember I ever existed anymore," Oriana smiled. "I sold everything I owned, took all the money they set aside for me, and then made myself disappear from their memories forever."

"You... You fucking cunt!" Miranda spit acid. If Oriana weren't standing between Jack and Miranda, the elder Lawson would have snapped the tattooed bitch in half like a twig. "How did this happen? What did you do to her?!"

"She hypnotized me!" Oriana said happily. "Took all my little thoughts and showed me how pointless they really were. Said she'd make me a brand new me, and she did!"

Miranda was speechless. That was impossible. You couldn't hypnotize someone into doing something they didn't want to do. Then the thought hit her, and she felt cold and numb.

Had Oriana... really wanted this?

The thought caused Miranda's rage to begin to evaporate, giving way to confusion tinged with no small amount of horror. Just like that, she felt her resolve tremble, and her will began to crack.

"It really was something cheerleader," Jack grinned mischievously, her hands running down Oriana's sides, gently outlining her curves, highlighting her perfect, unblemished, silky smooth skin. It caused Miranda's already bewildered mind to grow even more distracted as she stared. "Oh sure, she resisted a little at first, didn't you babe?"

"Oh yeah. I thought the idea was stupid," Oriana giggled. "Turns out I was the one who was stupid!"

"Yeah, at first it was small stuff. Having her take her top off while we chatted over camera. She didn't know who I was at the time, just that I was interested in a lot of the same things she was."

"You... I caught you hacking my computer..." Miranda remembered suddenly. "After that I couldn't..." She stopped herself from saying more, but Jack knew.

"Yeah. Tell her Ori, how'd you feel finding out about your big sister's file on you?"

"Oh yeah I almost forgot." Only then did her smile disappear, and she suddenly looked very hostile. "What the fuck Miri? You were spying on me? On your own sister?"

"I... I just wanted to make sure you were safe..."

"Well, I guess I should be thanking you," Ori's smile returned as she looked at Jack. "Without that file, mistress wouldn't have known how to get her claws into me. By the time she told me that our entire relationship was based on a lie, I just thought it was so hot! To be tricked into giving up everything I was just to get **** on you? God just thinking about it makes me want to..." Her eyes rolled back in her head before she let out a moan as Jack's hand wandered down to her snatch. "Ooh..." With each moment of this spectacle, the light was leaving Miranda's eyes. She felt weak, and she fell to her knees without a sound. Jack looked immensely satisfied.

"I used that file to get to know your sister, and then once I had my foot in the door, the rest was just nudging her in the right direction with some carefully chosen words and a few subtle little subliminals I 'borrowed' from Traynor. Heh. Apparently, she was going to try to use them to have a threesome with Shepard and Liara... Now she doesn't even remember these files existed! Ha!"

"At first... Ooh... Mistress just had me, ah, do little things... It was, uh, harmless fun..." Ori panted. "I'd be naked... and not know it... Fondle myself for the camera and think it was normal... Ah!" Her glistening juices were already running down her thighs.

"Then we got more risky," Jack continued. "I started to exert more direct control over the way she thought and acted. I started to put her under." Jack's smile was devilish. "Heh. She'd sit there and masturbate with a stupid grin on her face for the camera. Say anything I wanted. Do anything I wanted. Fuck herself silly all day long. That's when I went wild. Got her tits and ass an upgrade. They say you can't improve on perfection, but a little selective gene therapy and you can sure as shit make it stand out more!" Jack cackled. "Even got this cute little barcode tattooed on her ass to mark her as my property. Bet you didn't even notice it when you walked in. So sad," she tsked. "Eventually, I just turned her brain to mush, and every thought she had in her pretty little head was about me. How to please me, how to worship me, how to be of use to me. She would do anything for me. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes mistress! Ah!" She came all over Jack's hand, falling to her knees herself from the sheer mind-melting pleasure. Miranda felt hollow, seeing her sister continuing to rub furiously at herself even without Jack, but the worst part... The worst part was how much it turned her on. She reached up and idly felt her own breast, while another went down to her pussy. When had her clothes come off? When had she...

"That's when she started doing it to you, cheerleader," Jack said, her hand still glistening with the aftermath of Oriana's pleasure. She walked over to Miranda, who looked vacantly into Jack's eyes, barely comprehending what she was being told. "Every message for the past six months has been softening up your little brain, making you ****, preparing you for this moment. The moment I finally fucking break you. Like Cerberus broke me. And when it happens, all the king's horses and all the king's men won't be able to put you back together again." She stuck her glistening finger, still dripping with Oriana's nectar, through Miranda's lips and into her mouth. To her satisfaction, Miranda's tongue slowly circled around it as she sucked it clean. Jack's teeth shown like a shark as she saw Miranda teasing her own breasts and fingering herself as she sucked idly on Jack's finger. In the background, Jack could hear Oriana shrieking with the pleasure of orgasm after orgasm, but that was nothing compared to the sheer satisfaction Jack was about to feel when the last vestiges of Miranda's psyche shattered. "On the count of three, you'll cum your perfect little brains out once and for all, every shred of your dignity and identity will vanish, and then... Oh ho... That's when things will get really fun. You ready?" Miranda vacantly nodded as she continued to suck, her self-pleasure increasing. "1... 2... 3! Cum your brains out you cheerleading bitch!"

In an instant, Miranda had the greatest orgasm of her entire life, and then everything went white.

...

Shepard and her crew went about their lives as usual. No one questioned the vacant but furnished office near crew quarters, nor the empty alcove under the stairs in engineering that looked like it had once been lived in. Why should they question these things? No one had ever used those places. There was no one on the crew roster who would. Occasionally, the Shadow Broker would receive a request for information pertaining to someone named "Miranda Lawson" or a "Subject Zero". Each time that happened, Liara would read it, deny the request, and have her agents eliminate whoever it was that had made the request in the first place. She didn't know she did these things of course, nor did anyone else notice her eyes roll back in her head when she did so. Instead, they simply moved on, and when business hours were up, Liara would retreat to Commander Shepard's quarters, where she, Jane, and their mutual lover Samantha Traynor would happily spend their evenings together, unable to conceive of any other life besides this perfect one they shared.

That last part was the least Jack could do to repay the communications specialist for making her dreams a reality. She did, however, slip in a little something extra for when the girls were feeling more adventurous. She felt Traynor would enjoy 'roleplaying' being a mindless sex **** for a night or two every now and again, as would Jane and Liara when it was their turns. Meanwhile, Miranda Lawson followed her sister's example. She signed away everything she had and was in order to become Jack's property. If she was still capable of independent thought, she might've felt a tinge of disgust, but instead she felt nothing but the compulsion to obey. Jack wondered, when she saw how robotically stiff her signature on the document signing away her life was, that perhaps she had broken Miranda too much. There really was nothing left inside the empty shell of her body besides a vague presence that responded to Jack's will obediently. When she wasn't being used, she simply stared emptily from the cage Jack kept her and the far perkier Oriana in at their new residence. Oriana would play with her sister's unresisting body like the sex-crazed maniac she was. Did Oriana even understand what their relationship had been before anymore? She wasn't sure. Either way, if she ever got bored of this, she could always program new personalities into them. It was true that she couldn't use hypnosis to make them do anything they didn't want to do, but all they wanted now was whatever their mistress wanted.

They were hers. The two most perfect women in the galaxy were all hers. They would never think for themselves again. They were all hers. For Jack, this life was truly perfect.