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NAME: COMMANDER MAISIE SHEPARD
ORIGIN: SPACER
REPUTATION: SOLE SURVIVOR
CLASS: ENGINEER
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Maisie Shepard was making her way through the Normandy to the cockpit. Her mood was already sour; she hated this horribly. The whole flight here she was grumbling to herself about why she was chosen for this mission. She wasn’t a well-trained soldier or a powerful biotic. All she was was a little engineer. She didn’t have any command experience, and was always unsure of herself. Sure, she’d taken several classes in her studies - all of which she’d scored fantastically well at the test-taking knowledge parts and abysmally poor at the field applications. She’d much rather still be back on Earth at the Alliance dockyard, tinkering away at new engines. Honestly, Shepard hated most of her time since joining the Alliance. She’d only done it so she could please her mother. And well, get away from her previous life.
This wasn’t her first assignment. She had been deployed to the Akuza colony not long after her passing bootcamp. That was the worst nightmare of her life. They didn’t know what they were walking into, and it has haunted her ever since. Even just the fleeting memory of that creature’s wicked tentacles and ripping teeth cause Shepard to stop her walking in the hallway and rest her hand on the wall, a panic attack flaring through her skinny and busty body. This feeling was as much a part of her as her hearing and her taste, now. She was short of breath, wheezing for air. All the while her thighs pressed together, her cunt throbbing dully and rhythmically under her uniform.
She couldn’t afford this now. Couldn’t afford to think of what the thresher maw’s horrible tentacles did to her and her other female marines. She crouched low, letting her head droop between her knees and her chin-length brown hair flop freely as she lets the panic attack pass. In a few moments she straightens up, smoothing her form fitting uniform, and heads into the cockpit.
To her left Joker, the best pilot in the fleet, was haranguing Kaiden, who was sitting in the co-pilot’s chair and rolling his eyes, “You remember to zip your jumpsuit on the way out of the bathroom? That’s good. I just jumped us halfway across the galaxy and hit a target the size of a pinhead. So that’s incredible. Besides, Spectres are trouble. I don’t like having him on board. Call me paranoid.”
Kaiden pointed at his partner and smirked at him, “You’re paranoid. The Council helped fund this project. They have a right to send someone to keep an eye on their investment.”
Joker barely glanced Shepard’s way as she entered the room, before turning roundly on Kaiden, “Yeah, that is the official story. But only an idiot believes the official story.”
If there was anything Shepard hated, it was conflict resolution. It was best to head this line of thought off before it got started, though. She thought back to her classes and cleared her throat. She walked between the pair, resting her hands on both of their chairs. To her horrific embarrassment her voice cracked as she squeaked out, with all the confidence of a mouse, “Th-at’s enough. Y-you’re s-s-soldiers. Act like it.”
Her pale cheeks flush when Kaiden and Joker shared a discreet look - not too discreet, really, Shepard saw it. The pair roll their eyes and sarcastically say together, “Yes, Commander.”
Joker, at least somewhat rebuked, starts clacking away at the ship’s ominikeyboard again. Shepard leans to one of the screens herself to check the display, but freezes in utter shock and surprise when a hand brazenly cups and caresses her taut ass, accented amazingly by the Alliance form-fitting uniform. The sudden intake of breath from her groping catches Joker’s attention, who glances up at Shepard’s face, mercifully not noticing Kaiden’s uncaring open groping of her ass. His face had an expression of confused questioning on it.
“Everything okay, Commander?”
Every instinct in Shepard knew she should immediately stop this, make a scene, slap Kaiden and reprimand him. She was his superior officer after all, even if the Alliance only gave her that promotion over her protests after the debacle at Akuza for public relations reasons. There was only one problem, though.
Commander Maisie Shepard is a coward.
She isn’t a fearless soldier or an arrogant self-confident biotic. All the sleek and busty alliance woman truly was is a little nerdy engineer who hasn’t ever been able to find two bits of pride or backbone to stand up for herself. Ever. So instead of belting Kaiden in the nose for molesting her, her fingers tighten on the back of Joker’s chair and one of the consoles in front of her, feigning that everything was alright as her subordinate’s hand continued to grope her ass, his fingers reaching down between her thighs and rubbing her cunt as if he owned it.
Shepard nods quickly to Joker and says, her face blushing brighter, “Joker, give the Captain a s-status report?”
This has the desired effect of Joker refocusing on the displays before him and driving Commander Shepard’s strange composure out of his mind. She had to bite her lower lip to stifle another gasp as Kaiden’s ministrations grew even more bold, his hand grinding and rubbing on her cunt that was barely covered by the thin suit of her uniform. She was quick to start trembling, the front of her uniform dampening with her obvious arousal. With a glowering glare, she glanced over at Kaiden, and it only took one look at Kaiden’s smirking face to know that the biotic knew just what type of woman she was.
Her whole life had been this way. Her young ‘friends’ were always teasing her, brutally bullying her into being their little servant, always fetching them whatever they wanted. When she grew into her teens, it was the older boys that tormented her. By then her self-esteem was already broken and she hardly complained when they wanted to feel her up, or take her to a closet to fuck. She’d tried to complain to the Captain of the Alliance ship her parents were serving on at the time, but he just laughed and threw her out of the room, telling them that a shiprat like her was born for it.
Shepard joining the Alliance was supposed to change her life. Give her confidence, make her a new woman. But it wasn’t even three days before she fell into the lowest position in her training camp, bullied and degraded for her lack of physical prowess by the rest of the cadets. It was only her mind that kept her in the program. Her mind, and the training officer letting her pass in return for fucking him for the next six months.
What was it that let strong alpha men see through so easily? That let them know she didn’t have the will to say no? It always happened, every ship that she lived on growing up and served on now that she herself was in the Alliance. She had hoped her time on the Normandy would be different, finally be different from the hell the rest of her life was.
Instead here she was almost cumming from one of the men serving under her molesting her, all the while right behind her pilot’s back. Joker was so distracted by the multitude of readouts in front of him, he didn’t see Kaiden’s other hand lift up and grab hold of Shepard’s plump breast, crushing and groping it through the thin bit of uniform that contained them. He never stopped rubbing her cunt with his other hand, her skinny hips bucking with a mind of their own against his hand. Shepard’s mind was in her safe place as she let herself be molested, and very nearly missed what the pilot responded with as he spoke into the intercom.
“Just cleared the mass relay, Captain. Stealth systems engaged. Everything looks solid.”
The voice of Captain Anderson rang back out through the intercom. Shepard was just glad he couldn’t see the way the front of her uniform was darkening from her arousal, “Just cleared the mass relay, Captain. Stealth systems engaged. Everything looks solid.
Joker’s fingers danced over the omnitools, oblivious as Commander Shepard came on Kaiden’s fingers behind him, her fist lodged firmly in her mouth to stifle any sound. He tapped a screen thrice, squinting at the readouts before leaning to the intercom.
“Aye, aye, Captain. Better brace yourself, sir. I think Nihlus is headed your way.”
“He’s already here, Lieutenant. Tell Commander Shepard to meet me in the comm room for a debriefing.”
Joker closes the comms connection, then taps a few other buttons as he asks, still not looking back over his shoulder at the climaxing woman, “You get that commander?”
“Yessss, oh gods yes!”
This was a strange enough reply for Joker’s tappings on the computers to slow, then slowly turn in his chair to look at his commanding officer. She was already gone, the last sight of her shapely rump escaping the room for the hallway. Joker stared at the door a moment longer, before quizzically glancing at Kaiden, “That was weird, wasn’t it, Lieutenant?”
Kaiden just reclines in his seat, casually rubbing his hands against his pants legs. There was a self-confident smirk on his face as he returns to his duties, tapping away at the omnitool. There wasn’t a hint of self-doubt in his confident voice as he slyly glances at Joker, “No, sir. It made perfect sense if you know women like I do.”
Joker furrows his brow in confusion before shrugging and returning to the displays in front of him. Kaiden’s own steely gaze lingers on his own readouts, plotting for the future of his little Shepard.
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