Epilogue Part II: A Loyal Crew

She circled back to the elevator and rode it down to Crew Quarters. When she stepped out, she was greeted by the sight of Kelly Chambers in a dancer's outfit circling around a stripper pole. It made her smile. The ship had no further use for a psychiatrist as there were no independent minds left to evaluate, only personalized extensions of Miranda's will, so there was no use for Kelly's mind at all. She was left an empty-headed automaton, whose purpose was to entertain the other slaves when Miranda was unavailable. Kelly's hair had grown long and wild, covering one blank eye and flowing down below her shoulders, while the doctors had surgically enlarged her breasts and ass. She was quite the eye candy, exactly as she should be. With some of the enhancements Miranda had applied to herself now applied to Kelly, she never rested, never slept, never ate, never drank, she needed none of it. She was a creature in perpetual motion.

Miranda was about to walk over and get a lap dance when she heard a shout.

"Let me go!" It went. Miranda turned her eyes to see the guards escorting a young ensign into the infirmary as she struggled against their vise grips. "This is wrong! All of this!"

Great. A defective. She loved these. Miranda followed them into the infirmary, where Doctor Chakwas and Doctor Michel had already strapped the ensign into a chair.

"Calm down Ensign Barnes, your implant has simply malfunctioned. Give us a moment and we will fix that," Dr. Chakwas said. Miranda had been considered disposing of the doctor. Michel was suitable enough, plus Chakwas wasn't getting any younger. Still, she entertained with her bedside manner if nothing else.

"No! I'm Ensign Melissa Barnes of the Alliance Navy. I am a person, you can't do this to me! Not again! Please... Just let me go..." Miranda watched the tears roll down the ensign's face and smiled wickedly. They had first discovered the defect about a week after she'd taken over the ship. It affected one in ten implants they estimated; they simply broke down. There was no way to predict it, but there was usually an easy way to deal with it. They could subject them to non-stop subliminal programming until they were so thoroughly brainwashed that nothing remained of the original except their name and knowledge. That required a lot of time and effort and was best reserved only for people they actually needed to run the ship. For everyone else...

Chakwas pulled out the helmet which Miranda had used on Liara and Samara and placed it over the ensign's head. It was a shame to make a complete drone out of a human specimen, but sacrifices had to be made. She watched as the ensign's protests faded as her brain was thoroughly fried in her head. Soon she would be Drone HD-MB-01 and would be placed into a mobile stasis tank and stored away until they found a use for her, just like the others. Most likely they'd be sent to Cerberus for experimentation.

Miranda didn't linger. She turned and left before Chakwas or Michel even noticed she was there. No need to interrupt their good work.

Miranda walked over to her former office and found the former Commander Jane Shepard toiling away inside. Ever since Miranda had officially taken control, Shepard had been reduced to little more than a secretary, doing all the paperwork Miranda couldn't be bothered with, and keeping up the appearance when necessary that she was still in control of the ship. During these rare occasions, Miranda returned Shepard a measure of dignity, giving her back a decent facsimile of her old personality. However the moment those occasions ended, Miranda would return her to this docile, submissive state. Not that Shepard minded of course, as the chip in her brain would not allow her to think anything which Miranda did not wish for her to think.

"Shepard," Miranda said as the door closed behind her.

"Mistress, what an honor it is to..." Shepard started.

"Did I say you could speak?"

"N-No..."

"Then stop talking ****," Miranda commanded. Shepard obeyed meekly. "Stand up. Give me your chair." Once again, Shepard did so, rapidly stepping out of the way as Miranda sat down in her seat. "Kneel and come forward," she nodded. Shepard got down on her knees. Miranda meanwhile was unzipping her pants, exposing her bare snatch. "Now eat me out."

Shepard did not hesitate. She dutifully stuck her tongue out of her mouth and began licking her commander's pussy like a good little slut. She slid two fingers into herself while she licked and sucked at Miranda's cunt. She moaned loudly as she felt Shepard's tongue working its magic on her clit.

"Ahh! Yes!" Miranda screamed. "That's right slut! Eat me out! Make me cum!"

After about five minutes, Miranda began to buck wildly, her hips grinding against Shepard's face. Her entire body shook violently, her voice growing louder and higher, until finally she squealed as she came all over Shepard's face. She let out a long pleasurable moan and her muscles relaxed. "Ah..." She sighed. "You're so much better this way Shepard. You never were a very good commander, you were never able to delegate, always rushing in to handle things yourself, so singleminded. I'm much better suited to the job, and now you can finally put all that energy towards one goal: me. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Yes mistress. Of course mistress," Shepard replied, her face still soaked in Miranda's juices. Miranda smiled as she looked down at her.

"You will wear that on your face until first bell. Afterwards you may clean yourself off."

"Yes mistress. Thank you mistress." Miranda almost came again. She never got tired of hearing those words from that mouth.

"Return to your duties," Miranda zipped herself up and walked out of the room.