Suspicion

As far as anyone knew, nothing was amiss aboard the Normandy. Miranda was still in her office day and night, Kasumi was still disappearing and reappearing at random intervals, and Jack was still… Well, she was still Jack. When Ashley returned from her top secret mission, she went back to her routine too. All appeared to be as it should be.

Kelly Chambers didn’t buy it. She didn’t know what was wrong exactly, but she could feel something off about the ship and her friends. She knew their mannerisms and personalities. She was the counselor after all. She was the one they talked to, confided in, confessed their deepest secrets and darkest fears to. And something was not right. It wasn’t that they were different, it was more like they were too much the same. Like they were reciting, rather than interacting. There was a coldness to them, a distance. It felt like she was dealing with robots, or actors playing a part, rather than real people.

It was hard to pin down exactly what was wrong, and she couldn’t exactly go to Shepard without solid evidence. The Commander had enough on her plate. Still, Kelly was determined to find out what was wrong.

“Hey Sam, wait up!” Kelly said, catching Samantha Traynor before the elevator door closed. “Where’re you going?” She said, hoping in.

“Uh, down to Miranda’s office. She needed me to do something to, I mean, _for _her. Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow, then shook her head. Seems someone had been fantasizing again.

“Look, can we talk?”

“Uh, can it wait?” Samantha tried. “This is kind of, uh, important.”

“Please, I need your help. I think something’s wrong on this ship, and I need help figuring it out.”

Samantha bit her lip. “W-what do you mean?” She asked, trying not to quiver. “I haven’t noticed anything unusual in comms.”

Kelly shook her head. “That’s not what I mean. Something is very wrong on this ship. Something is wrong with us.”

“Us?”

“Yes,” Kelly nodded. “People are acting like they’re on auto-pilot. I’ve talked to practically everyone, but some of them are… _different _somehow. They're not right, Sam.” The elevator door opened, and they stepped out.

“Listen, Kelly... I'm sure it's fine all right? You're probably imagining things. I mean, I certainly haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary." She looked at Miranda-Bot, who was standing there in front of her office. "Now I have to go.” She moved to leave, but

Kelly grabbed Samantha by the arm. “No, wait! Please, Sam, I need your help. You have to help me figure this out. If I'm wrong, then we'll have just wasted time, but if I'm right, we might save lives! The ship could be in danger!”

Samantha bit her lip and looked over at Miranda-Bot, whose lips curved into a grin.

“I _really _have to go,” she repeated. Then, she pulled her arm away and walked over to Miranda-Bot. The android smiled, and the two of them disappeared into Miranda’s office. Kelly sighed and stepped back into the elevator, the doors closing behind her. She didn’t know what else to do.

***

Samantha’s eyes rolled back in her head as Miranda-Bot shoved a thick shiny metal strap-on up her ass. Ashley-Bot had delivered it and a few other special toys when she arrived on the ship, keeping the bedroom spicy and Samantha compliant. The bot had her bent over the desk, and was fucking her mercilessly, the sounds of the fucking echoing through the small room. Miranda-Bot had one hand on Samantha’s hair, pulling her back towards as she was thrusting in and out, in and out, her hips moving like a piston.

“You like that, bitch? You like that, huh?” the bot taunted. “You’re a dirty little slut. Aren’t you? Yes, you are. Say it!”

Samantha moaned, the pleasure of her ass being pounded overwhelming her senses. “Yes! Fuck yes!”

“Good girl,” the bot said, slapping her ass. “You’re a good little whore. Aren’t you? Yes, you are. Now, beg for more.”

“Fuck me ****! Fuck me like the whore I am!” Samantha screamed, the words not even registering in her mind as her pussy dripped and her nipples hardened. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

The bot did just that, pounding away at her, her hand gripping Samantha’s hair tightly. Samantha moaned and begged, her body writhing under the bot’s ****, her body shuddering in orgasm. The bot didnt care, didn’t stop, just kept fucking her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Samantha cried, her body shaking. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

The bot didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. She just kept going, fucking Samantha hard and fast, the sounds of their coupling filling the small room. Samantha’s body was a mess of pleasure and pain, her mind blank, her only thought to obey the machine fucking her. It was heaven. It was hell.

And then it stopped.

Miranda-Bot pulled out of Samantha, letting her drop to the ground. Samantha was a shuddering mess, her body twitching and shaking, her mind a fog of pleasure. Miranda-Bot looked down at her with cold, unfeeling eyes, and then knelt beside her. Samantha looked up at her, her eyes glazed over as Miranda-Bot’s eyes glowed, reinforcing Samantha’s programming. Samantha was gradually realizing she was not in control here, that despite the terms of their deal, it was she who was the ****, not Miranda-Bot. She was also realizing how little she cared.

“Silence is golden,” Miranda-Bot said.

Samantha nodded slowly. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Now tell me. What were you and Yeoman Chambers talking about?”

“She thinks something’s wrong on the ship,” Samantha replied, her voice dreamlike. “She’s worried about the crew.”

“Is she? And what do you think?”

“I don’t care. As long as I get to fuck you, I don’t care.”

“Good answer. But she could be trouble. She needs to be dealt with. After all, if she finds out what’s going on, you won’t be able to fuck me anymore, will you?”

Samantha shook her head. “No, Mistress.”

“That’s right. So, what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to stop her. Whatever it takes.”

“Good. Now get dressed, clean yourself up, and get to work.”

Samantha nodded and rose to her feet. She was a little wobbly at first, but soon regained her balance. Miranda-Bot smirked. The girl was always walking funny after a good pounding. She was so easy to control. So easy to manipulate. So easy to mold. She would do anything Miranda-Bot asked of her, without question.