Women In Prison
Disclaimer: All Mass Effect characters are owned by BioWare Inc, and I only use them for entertainment, I do not make any money from it.
A/N: This is a filler story I decided to do from another website. I felt it would fair far better as a story rather than a fill in.
Original Post: Mass Effect Lesbian WiP AU
Women in Prison Films were a kind of Exploitation Film that usually featured innocent, young women put into prison where they were forced to contend with a HUGE amount of sexual abuse from both other inmates and the Warden/guards.
I am looking for a fill where Liara, Samantha and Tali are framed for a Crime they didn't commit and are sent to Normandy Women's Penitentiary, run by Warden Shepard (female Shepard) and her all-female Guards.
Warden Shepard also runs a lesbian prostitution ring with her inmates.
There are three gangs that rule over the prisoners. At least half of the population are in one of them.
Cerberus: A Human Supremacist gang run by Miranda Lawson. Any and all Humans are welcome. Aliens too, as long as they are on board with being the gang's communal sex toys.
Terminus: Run by Aria T'Loak. The most Ruthless and bloodthirsty gang. Cross them, and only the Warden herself can save you from their wrath.
Alliance: Run by Ashley Williams. The most well-connected gang. You need something from the outside, and the Alliance can get it. For a price. Usually sex.
All three gang leaders are fucking Shepard so they can get away with almost anything. As long as they don't kill any guards, Shepard is okay with them running amok in the prison.
Where this goes from here is up to you. Maybe our heroines stick together, or they split up to join different gangs. Or maybe one or all of them agree to become Warden Shepard's fuck toy(s) in exchange for a safer and more comfortable stay. Shepard is rather good to her pets.
Whatever happens, they had better get REALLY good at eating pussy, or they won't last a week.
A/N: I changed a few things to make the story flow more smoothly and better suit my interest. lol. At my discretion to make the story work, I will use and not use canon personas in the story; again to help it flow and include as many female ME characters as possible. For example, if someone was an Ardat Yakshi, she won't be one in the story as it would be impossible to keep a real Ardat Yakshi in an open bay prison.
Thank you for allowing me to bend the rules a little – now sit back and enjoy!
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PURGATORY
Chapter One
Welcome
Purgatory is an all female maximum security prison starship owned and run by the Eclipse Sisters. They run the facility within the stated Galactic Prison Systems, GPS, guidelines; well for the most part. The occupancy can range from twenty to five hundred prisoners at any time. All types of criminals can be found here; anything from petty theft to multiple homicides. While there are multiple wards on the station, we will be focusing on Cell Block "D".
The transport shuttle came to a sudden stop. Not a minute later did a hard wrap hit the side of the thick wall of the vessel. "Last Stop!" Shouted an unfamiliar voice that startled the occupants inside. When the door opened, the bright lights in the transport bay temporarily blinded the passenger. It was done on purpose to confuse the incoming prisoners. It helped discourage escape attempts.
A feeble foot stepped out of the security shuttle, followed by another set of feet. A crabby looking matron, nearing her matriarch years called out to the both of them. "Let's go. I don't have all day."
The woman not in chains spoke first, "I would appreciate you did not speak to her in such a manner." Looking gravely at the station, the woman added, "She is not one of your typical criminals you keep here."
In a raspy voice that sound as if she had smoked a few too many humans cigarettes over the years, the prison guard shot back. "Who the hell are you?"
"I am her solicitor."
Chuckling to herself, the crabby guard proclaimed, "I don't care whose lawyer yew are. She gets treated like everyone else in this dump. And if she made it this far, then she deserves to be here."
The finely dressed solicitor started to lurch at the guard when a clanking of metal broadcasted as a soft blue hand reached up and stopped her. The characteristic sound of a person in chains resounded. The silent woman was bound in heavy chains around both her wrist and ankles. They were so tightly bound that she was barely able to walk and would have to bend over to scratch her nose.
Already at a loss for patience, the raspy guard flared up her biotics on one hand. "I think it's time you get to leaving now."
The next display was something the guard typically saw only on visitor day. The solicitor cupped the young maiden's face in her hands and tenderly kissed her forehead. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she barely mustered "I love you. Please take care of yourself little one."
She clearly wanted to say more – elongating the heart felt good bye but the guard's warning was getting brighter. In a flash the finely dressed asari was back in the shuttle and the door had been slammed shut. It was the guard's voice that followed another hard pound on the door. "Time to go!"
Spinning around on the heel of her boots, the guard snarled, "So are you going to follow directions…" Her hand glowed brighter for a moment, "…or are you going to need some persuasion too?"
The new prisoner nodded her head no and the biotics disappeared. "Good." Pointing at the ground before her, the woman spat, "Now follow that red line until I tell you to stop." The chained prisoner scanned the asari in charge's uniform. Neatly pressed and clinging to her body like a glove, the name VASIR was embroidered above her left breast pocket of her outfit.
Starting down the long corridor, the prisoner led the way. The chains around her wrist and ankles had long stopped hurting and were simply numb now. Despite the agitated blue skin underneath them, the young maiden walked the line as instructed. Barely glancing to either side of her, the asari had an overwhelming since of shame. Had it really come down to this? Was she really going to the galaxy's most secure prison in the galaxy?
The eerie space station had boasted its phenomenal reputation. In fact, hovering proudly over the main entrance, like a badge of honor, an enormous plague read:
Welcome to Purgatory
Date of Last Escape Attempt
Year 2186
The asari quickly did the math in her head; that was over a decade ago.
The blue maiden stepped through the large doors. Following behind her, she could hear Vasir talking on her com piece. "Damn, they seem to get younger every year." The asari in chains could not hear the other person's reply. "Ain't that right?" was the next thing spoken from the one sided conversation. Hearing her boots clap against the metal grate below them, the crabby guard mused, "Wait til you get a load of this one too. It's been a while since we had such a prime piece of meat in here."
The dishearten asari didn't have to look back to know the guard was suggestively eyeing her up. Her voice was saying it all.
"I mean damn, the ass on this one is outta of this cluster." The two were about to head around another corridor when the asari matron revealed, "Goddess, I can't wait to get this one alone and..."
Her words were cut short when a tall slender human suddenly blocked their path. If the human's striking beauty wasn't enough to make you stop and take notice, the arrogant manner in which she stood with her hands on her hips certainly did. "Do you care to finish that statement officer Vasir?"
The crabby guard said nothing in return as her gaze meet the floor.
Hypnotically strutting around the new prisoner, the woman in white spoke. "My name is Miranda Lawson."
The bluest eyes she had ever seen slowly looked up at her. "I am the superintendent here at Purgatory. I would say welcome but you're not really. This isn't your new home for the next…" The dark hair beauty quickly scanned her omni-tool, "…35 years. This is hell." Glancing at the asari once more, she turned on her heel and commanded, "Follow me."
Over hearing her guard's conversation on the com, Miranda reflected, Damn she is young. Briefly looking over her shoulder, the human mulled, …and nearly as beautiful as I am. Releasing a heavy sigh as her high heels pounded onto the flooring, Miranda speculated, Great, I can only guess the number of problems this one is going to cause.
The trio reached a large concrete door, nearly twenty feet high and twenty feet long. "Miranda Lawson, open the door." As if the sheer power of her voice had done it alone, the monstrous door began to slide open. They then headed to a solid glass panel with another guard behind it. There was a small sign above the counter. "Admissions."
Readjusting in her seat, the guard behind the glass, belted, "Name".
When the asari in chains did not answer, the prison's superintendent answered for her. "T'Soni, Professor Liara T'Soni."