Subversion

"Oh Keiji... Oh yes! Right there!" Kasumi moaned. When she had kept her late partner's greybox, she hadn't told anyone what she planned to do with it. Sure she'd keep it safe, but it had... other uses, which she had failed to mention. Namely that if it held enough of Keiji's mind, she could easily create a virtual approximation of him, and with a little direct stimulation of the brain, she could make every moment with him as real as she wanted.

So here she was, spread out on her bed, being fucked by a ghost. The wonders of modern technology never ceased. Anyone who saw her now would see nothing but a naked asian girl tossing back and forth in bed with occasional gasps and moans of pleasure. In her mind's eye, however, Keiji had pinned her to the wall, kissing her neck as she threw head to the side in ecstasy, riding up and down on his rock hard shaft.

"Yes... Yes... Yes!" She cried as she finally came, all the buttons in the pleasure center of her brain being pushed all at once. She went limp in her bed, panting. "Oh... Oh Keiji. I miss you."

"I'm still here you know," Keiji said. She turned to her side to find the holographic avatar of her lover lying on the bed. Only she could see him of course.

"You know what I mean," Kasumi replied with a grin, then it faded. She rolled over, so as not to look at him.

"Time for work huh?" He asked. "You know could just stay here with me, you know." He ran his hand along her thigh. The simulated touch gave her a delightful chill up the spine, causing her grin to resurface, and she sat up in the bed.

"I can't. Keiji, something weird is going on, and I intend to find out what it is."

"So you keep saying, but are you sure you're not just being paranoid?"

"When have I ever been paranoid?" She asked incredulously. "Wait... Don't answer that."

"Okay I won't," the hologram continued to lie on the bed, head in one hand. "Let's take this in stages then... What makes you think something weird is going on?"

"For the past week, Commander Shepard has been acting odd. She's been cold, unforgiving, and that's when she's even around. She's been spending most of her time up in her room, and I haven't even seen Liara."

"Maybe they took my advice?" Keiji suggested.

"This is serious. With Shepard out of the way, Little Miss Perfect's practically been running the ship." Kasumi stood up and made her way over to her clothes, which were lying all over the floor.

"She's second-in-command isn't she? Isn't that her job?"

"Yes, but since this started, her communications to Cerberus have nearly tripled, and they're tightly encrypted. Even I can't crack them." Kasumi said, pulling her underwear on.

"Maybe she doesn't like people snooping on her work mail," Keiji suggested.

"There's more. EDI's been acting weird too. She's been all business all of a sudden. She's been terse, uncooperative, locking me out of the ship's computer, saying I didn't have clearance." She said as she slid into her suit.

"Did you?"

"No of course not, but usually she doesn't care. Why take an interest now?" She said, fitting her boots on. "Plus we've been getting weird unmarked shipments... I'm telling you something's up."

"Okay... I still think you're being paranoid but assuming you're not... What're you going to do? Break into Shepard's room?"

"...Yes actually," Kasumi smiled, throwing on her hood.

Keiji let out a long sigh, impressive for something that didn't have lungs. "Okay... You do that. When Shepard throws you off the ship for breaking into her private quarters, maybe you'll finally learn to listen to me." He turned to look at her and smiled. "Good luck."

"See you soon." She smiled, and then turned off the greybox. The hologram vanished from her view. She then vanished from everyone's.

...

Kasumi waited until she saw Commander Shepard make one of her rare exits, stepping out into the CIC, allowing her to slip inside the elevator and ride it back up to Shepard's cabin.

Kasumi stepped out under cloak, and it didn't take long for her to notice Liara. Kasumi froze for a moment, wondering if she'd been heard, but then she noticed Liara didn't appear to be wearing anything. She was just standing there, her generous Asari assets on full display. Kasumi inched closer, weary of making the doctor aware of her presence, but it soon became clear to Kasumi that Liara wasn't aware of anything. Her eyes were a solid milky white, like she was "embracing eternity" in reverse. She didn't blink, she didn't twitch... If her chest weren't softly rising and falling with her breathing, it'd be easy to presume she was a lifelike statue.

Experimentally, Kasumi dropped her cloak. It was a risk, but a calculated one. Liara showed no changes. Kasumi waved in her face and likewise received no reaction. She reached out and pinched Liara's cheek. She couldn't help but giggle to herself at the lack of response. Her eyes drifted down to Liara's bust, and with an evil grin, she reached out and pinched Liara's hard nipples, teasing them gently. Liara just kept breathing. Was this why Shepard had been acting odd recently? Was she trying to help her lover... or was she taking advantage of her? Kasumi had to admit, she'd be tempted if she were in the same situation.

She heard the elevator rising again behind her and quickly returned to cloak. She clung closely to the wall next to the elevator door and waited for it to open. When it did, Commander Shepard was joined by Miranda Lawson, and Shepard had the same expressionless face as Liara. Her eyes were normal, but no less lifeless. They walked right past her.

"We have enough to begin the operation. Thankfully it won't be as complicated as it was with you, ****. I'm told they won't even leave a scar."

"Yes mistress." Kasumi's invisible eyes widened at that. Mistress? ****? This couldn't be good.

"We'll need to ensure the compliance of the doctors of course, but that shouldn't be too hard. I'll admit I'd like to take a more personalized touch with the crew, take my time with each of them, like this one," she walked over to Liara and groped the brainless Asari. "There's just not enough time in the day. Still... We'll make time for a few of them... Samara and Tali will have to be shown their places of course. Your old friend Lt. Commander Williams will probably have a moment of vindication before we take her mind from her. I've got something special planned for Jack... and then there's Kasumi. She's been trying to interfere, though I doubt she knows in what. We'll need to get her on side sooner rather than later."

Uh-oh... Kasumi thought, biting her lip. This definitely wasn't good.

"Yes mistress. All the necessary preparations have already been made. We can begin whenever you're ready."

"Good," she said, grabbing Liara's ass and giving it a firm jiggle. "You're free to enjoy her, ****. I will return to the business of running my ship." She walked back to the elevator as Shepard stepped forward and began to strip. Kasumi, meanwhile, slipped into the elevator and stayed close to the wall, away from Miranda. As the door's closed and the elevator began to descend, Kasumi didn't even blink for fear it would give her away.

At the CIC level, she stepped out, and walked off none the wiser. When the door finally shut, Kasumi finally dared to breathe again.

...

Kasumi rushed back into her room. So Shepard had apparently been brainwashed and Liara was a mindless doll. From the sound of things, Miranda intended to do this to all of them, the entire crew. Turn them all into her playthings. And she was next on the list apparently.

Well fuck that.

She couldn't just **** Miranda in cold blood. No one would ever believe her, and Shepard would no doubt pin Liara's condition on her. She was out. She'd hidden before, she'd hide again, hide until they inevitably had to dock somewhere and she'd bolt. She turned on the greybox.

"Keiji! Miranda's taken over the ship. She's hacked EDI, brainwashed Shepard, and lobotomized Liara. She's after me next, then the whole ship. We've got to go. She's a fucking crazy bitch and... And... Keiji?" She asked. He wasn't anywhere in the room. "Keiji?" She asked again.

"Oh he's gone now," said Miranda. Kasumi froze, and turned to see Miranda standing in front of the door. How had she not heard her come in? "Sorry. Had to make room for more... interesting things."

"You... You bitch..."

"Ooh... Is that anyway to talk to your superior?" She said as she sauntered forward, a seductive smirk on her face.

"You're not... my superior..." Kasumi felt strange. She struggled to think straight. She felt confused, and against her better instincts, aroused.

"Of course I am," she said, closing the distance. "I'm perfect. The perfect body. The perfect mind. The perfect woman. The perfect lover..." She reached out and held Kasumi's face. Suddenly her brain and her crotch were on fire. "An open mind is good... Open legs are better..."

Kasumi blinked as she spread her legs. When had Miranda gotten naked? When had she gotten naked? Miranda was brandishing a strap-on, running her hand up the length of the shaft. Then she plunged it in.

"Ah!" Kasumi squeaked. "So... Big..."

"See Kasumi? Isn't that better than little Keiji?"

"Y-Yes..." She moaned as Miranda steadily thrust back and forth.

"I'm not a bad person, Kasumi. All I want is for humanity to take its rightful place in the universe. You can be a part of that too... If you'd just obey me." She smiled. "You want to obey me... Don't you? You want more of this..."

"O-Obey... Y-Yes..." She panted. "M-More...."

"That's it..." Miranda smiled. "You really shouldn't have let a machine interact with your brain so readily. Machines can be hacked. Machines can be reprogrammed. You knew that. Yet you still took the risk to be with... What was his name?"

"D-Don't remember... Ah!" Kasumi admitted. "D-Don't c-care..." Every thrust made her care even less. He could never satisfy her like this. Only perfection could make her feel so much pleasure.

"Oh that's fine. He didn't matter anyway," Miranda continued to smile, taking satisfaction with each gasp and moan. She wouldn't let her cum, not yet. "I copied myself over him you know. I thought about copying myself directly over you too, but perfection is only perfect so long as there is only one. Besides... The perfect mind in an imperfect body? No thanks. I can barely stand this little greybox. Hopefully they'll delete me once I'm done rewiring your brain. Not long now. Don't worry, you'll still be you, but I'll be the center of your world. You'll be my pet. Obedient and ready to please. How does that sound?" There was a loud moan as she gave the simulated dick another good thrust.

Kasumi was barely able to comprehend what she was being told anymore, so great was her pleasure, but she understood this much: Miranda had outsmarted her. Of course she had. How could she have ever hoped to compete with such a perfect intelligence? She saw that now. This program on the greybox reached into her brain and tied every positive emotion, every pleasure imaginable, all to Miranda. To serving her. To worshiping her. To obeying her. It cost her a few memories, sure, of anyone who might've given her conflicting loyalties. That was okay. Whoever they'd been, they weren't Miranda, so they didn't matter.

"Almost done... Are you ready ****? When I count to three, you will have the greatest orgasm of your life as you enter my service. You'll be a new woman. A better woman. My woman."

"Y-Yes... P-Please..."

"One... Two..." She watched as Kasumi's body trembled and grinned. "Three! Cum for me ****!"

Kasumi almost screamed as she finally came, her body quaking with passion as her brain went supernova. It lasted only a moment, but for Kasumi it felt like an eternity of pleasure all at once. Her eyes fell shut as the program uttered its final words.

"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life ****."

Kasumi passed out as the door hissed open. The real Miranda Lawson walked inside, satisfied to see Kasumi splayed out on her bed in a heap. She quietly turned the greybox off, then with a swift biotic-infused motion, smashed it into a million pieces. No more need for that. She walked over and sat next to her **** new pet, reaching down and pulling back her hood. She had such a pretty face, she shouldn't hide it, certainly not from the woman who owned it.

Miranda stroked Kasumi's hair lovingly. In the end it had been all too easy to ensure she saw things her way. She couldn't wait until she woke up so she could give her pet a real taste of perfection...