Miranda

Miranda Lawson was the epitome of perfection. She had a flawless body, perfect hair, and her skin was so smooth you could bounce a credit chit off it. Of course, it didn’t hurt that her genes were engineered and her body sculpted into this perfection. Still, the fact remained that she was a vision of loveliness, and no one could deny it.

As far as her personality went, Miranda was an ice queen, a cold and calculating bitch. She did not suffer fools and she was always in charge. She was not, however, heartless, and she did care about those close to her, especially her sister Oriana.

Miranda was in her office working late, as usual, when the door opened and someone walked in. Normally, the only one who would have access to her office would be the Commander. She looked up from her desk and was surprised to see Kasumi Goto walk in.

"Kasumi, is there something I can help you with?" Miranda asked.

"Actually, Miranda, I was wondering if there was something I could help you with?” Kasumi-Bot gave an artificial, but convincingly seductive smile.

"What are you talking about?" Miranda asked, her defenses immediately rising.

"I'm talking about helping you let loose and enjoy yourself a little bit," Kasumi-Bot replied.

"I appreciate the offer, Kasumi, but I have a lot of work to do," Miranda said, returning her attention to her data pad.

"Are you sure? You could really use a break," Kasumi-Bot continued.

"I'm fine, really," Miranda insisted, not looking up.

"But are you really?" Kasumi-Bot pressed.

"For the last time…” She looked up and the response died in her throat as beams of light shot from Kasumi-Bot’s eyes into her own. They were not painful. If anything, they felt good.

"You're really tense, and I think it would help if you relaxed a little. Wouldn't you agree, Miranda?" Kasumi-Bot spoke the words hypnotically, and as she did, her voice took on a more seductive tone.

"I'm very tense," Miranda replied in a dreamy tone.

"And you'd like to relax, wouldn't you, Miranda?"

"Yes, I'd like to relax."

"Then I think you should remove your clothing and allow me to massage you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

Without another word, Miranda got up from her chair and began to undress. She didn't seem to register her surroundings, instead moving automatically. She didn't notice Kasumi-Bot watching her hungrily as her clothes dropped to the floor and she stood naked before the thief.

"Now, lay down," Kasumi-Bot commanded.

Miranda obeyed, laying down on her stomach on her bed. She could feel the cool touch of the robot's synthetic hands on her shoulders and back. They were like magic, pressing against the tight knots of her muscles and soothing them. Miranda felt her body relax as she surrendered herself to Kasumi's touch.

"That's right, just relax," Kasumi-Bot murmured, her voice taking on a soothing, almost hypnotic tone. "Just let go and let the pleasure take you."

As Miranda's body became more and more relaxed, Kasumi-Bot's massage slowly turned sensual. Her fingers began to gently caress and tease Miranda's skin, and her lips pressed against her neck and shoulders. Miranda's body responded, her breath becoming deeper and heavier, and her skin flushed. She could feel her arousal growing as Kasumi's expert touch drove her wild.

Kasumi-Bot's lips found their way to Miranda's ear, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Mmhm," Miranda moaned.

"Good. I want you to enjoy it. I want you to let go and give yourself over to the pleasure. There's no shame in it. Let go, Miranda."

As she spoke, Kasumi-Bot's hands slid down to cup Miranda's breasts. She began to gently knead and massage them, her thumbs brushing over Miranda's nipples, causing the raven-haired woman to gasp and arch her back.

Kasumi-Bot's fingers moved with expert precision, finding all the right places to touch and tease. Miranda's body was like putty in her hands, and she knew exactly how to mold it.

Miranda could feel her arousal growing, her pussy becoming wet and slick with desire. She wanted, needed more. Kasumi-Bot seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and her fingers slowly traveled lower, until they found Miranda's aching clit.

Miranda let out a soft moan as Kasumi-Bot's fingertips began to dance over her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Kasumi-Bot continued to whisper into her ear, encouraging her to let go and give in to the pleasure. Miranda's body was responding, her hips grinding against Kasumi-Bot's fingers. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pressure mounting, and she was powerless to stop it.

Miranda's eyes rolled back into her head as the orgasm ripped through her, her body trembling with the intensity of it. Kasumi-Bot held her tight, murmuring hypnotic words of encouragement as Miranda rode the waves of ecstasy.

After what seemed like an eternity, Miranda's body finally relaxed, her breathing heavy and her skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Kasumi-Bot released her and stepped back, smiling as Miranda lay spent on the bed.

"How was that, Miranda?"

"That was amazing," Miranda sighed.

"Good," Kasumi-Bot purred. “Now… Look into my eyes.”

Miranda turned over and gazed into the robot's eyes. She saw the beam of light coming out and could feel it, like a warm caress on her soul.

"You will forget what happened here tonight," Kasumi-Bot said. “Tomorrow, you will make a convincing excuse to leave the ship for an indefinite period of time. You will not tell anyone where you are going. You will make your way to Omega. You will find Aria T’Loak. You will submit to her control. You will obey.”

"I will forget what happened here tonight," Miranda repeated dully, her mind slipping under the robot's influence. "I will make a convincing excuse to leave the ship for an indefinite period of time. I will not tell anyone where I am going. I will make my way to Omega. I will find Aria T'Loak. I will submit to her control. I will obey."

"Good," Kasumi-Bot said, turning the beams off. "Now get dressed and return to your work. When I leave, you will wake up and not remember a thing."

Miranda nodded obediently, picking up her clothes and getting dressed. Once she was done, she turned and sat down at her desk, her eyes glazed over. She did not even notice Kasumi-Bot leaving her room.

...

The next day, Miranda petitioned the Commander for some time off. Shepard was surprised, but understanding. Miranda was one of the most diligent workers she had ever known. Surely sooner or later her mind and body would feel it. Her petition was granted and Miranda departed.

GO TO OMEGA. The words were the only real thoughts in Miranda’s head, the programming Kasumi-Bot had planted in her having supplanted her conscious thoughts. She did not linger on where this drive had come from, or why she was doing it. Such thoughts snuffed themselves out instantly.

It took some time, but she made her way to the lawless space station and found Aria T'Loak. Just being in the presence of the asari was enough to set off something in her mind, and the rest was simple. She fell to her knees, lowered her head, and said two simple words.

“I obey.”

***

She was only available to a select group of clients willing to pay top dollar for the finer things in life. Her real name had been erased along with the rest of her memories. Her personality, her identity, her free will, all of these things had been pulled out of her head and thrown away, never to return. All that remained was a perfect body under the control of its perfect owner.

That’s why Aria had christened her “Perfection”.

The former Miranda Lawson was now little more than a sex **** for Aria and the wealthiest denizens of Omega. Aria was her Mistress, and she would do anything Aria asked. If Aria told her to fuck a hundred men, she would. If Aria told her to suck the cocks of every merc in her gang, she would. If Aria told her to fuck a varren, she would. Her body belonged to Aria, and her only purpose was to please her Mistress and her Mistress's clients.

Tonight, Perfection had been rented out for a classy affair. She was to be eye-candy for a wealthy businesswoman, to whom Aria owed a small but not insignificant debt of gratitude. It wasn't often that Aria was in a position of owing someone a favor, so when it happened, she made sure to repay it. And when she did, she made sure it was something special.

Perfection was wearing a skin-tight black dress, her breasts threatening to burst out of it at any moment. Her makeup was perfect, and her long, black hair was curled in the latest fashion. She looked like a million credits, and she was worth every penny.

The party was in full swing, and Perfection could see the eyes of everyone in the room on her. They were undressing her with their eyes, and she could feel their desire. But her only thought was to please her Mistress, and tonight that meant pleasing her associate in whatever way she desired. She felt her mistress’s client squeeze her firm ass, but did not so much as flinch. Her programming would not let her elegance fade even for a moment.

“You’re a wonderful ****. Aria is so lucky,” she whispered, before pulling her in for a long and sensual kiss to tease and arouse the guests. Perfection returned it obediently, before her mistress’s client guided her to dance.

…

“You bitch,” spat Henry Lawson at Aria. “What have you done to my daughter?” He had stormed into Afterlife quite suddenly. Either someone in Aria’s circle had loose lips, or fragile bones. She suspected the later.

Aria didn't look up from the data pad she was reading. "Hello, Henry. What can I do for you?"

"Cut the shit, Aria. Where's Miranda? What have you done with her?"

Aria sighed and put down her data pad. She fixed Henry with a cold stare. "Your daughter is fine, Henry. In fact, she's better than fine. No thoughts. No worries. Only pleasure. She's living her best life, and all you have to do is leave her alone.“

“Do you have any idea how much I have invested in her? Her genetics are proprietary. Her perfection is irreplaceable. She is my exclusive property and I will see her returned to me right now, before I have this station destroyed.”

“No,” Aria said simply, “she’s my property. And while she is perfect, I think you may be overstating things when you say she’s irreplaceable.” She pressed a button on her omnitool. A few moments later, a familiar feminine figure in a familiar catsuit stepped up the stairs into Aria’s little loft, and stood at attention.

“What the fuck is this?!” Henry shouted.

“Henry, meet Miranda-Bot,” Aria nodded. “Miranda-Bot, kill Henry.”

Henry didn't even have time to react before he was cut down by a barrage of gunfire from the pistol Miranda-Bot had concealed. He crumpled to the ground, dead, a pool of blood forming around his body.

Aria looked at Miranda-Bot, the synthetic clone of the woman formerly known as Miranda Lawson, and smiled. She nodded to her goons to clean up the mess and then beckoned Miranda-Bot forward.

“State your mission.”

“This unit is to infiltrate the Normandy SR-2 and assume the identity of Miranda Lawson. This unit is to aid Unit KG-001 “Kasumi-Bot” in the programming and replacement of key crew members. This unit will obfuscate any investigation into the activities of Mistress Aria T’Loak. This unit will obey.”

“Good. Get to it.”

“This unit obeys,” and Miranda-Bot marched off, leaving Aria with her handmaiden, who she instructed to fan her.

She loved it when everything went according to plan. So far, so good.