A/N: This is based on owelpost's "Glacial Fire." I recommend you read chapter 35 if not the entire story before reading this, as it will make a lot more sense (kind of…) I found myself seriously hating Traynor since her character was introduced to the Mass Effect series. I don't know… Cortez, Traynor, Allers… pretty much the most useless characters in the trilogy. Reading Glacial Fire just made me angry. So, I wrote this to vent out my frustrations. This contains RAPE and FUTA so if you are not a fan of either of those, do you see that door? Kindly see your way out of here, thanks.
Specialist Traynor called up the elevator. She held some paperwork in her hand that will transfer her off the Normandy. Traynor knew it would be best if she left. Shepard and Liara had completely drained her until she was no longer the person she was a few months ago. Besides, it wasn't like her skills were still needed around here anyway.
The elevator door opened and Traynor stepped inside. Hesitantly, she pressed the button to Shepard's cabin. She was positive that the Commander was still angry at her for fucking with Liara. Although Traynor was normally against infidelity, she blamed Shepard for pushing Liara away. If she wasn't such a goddamn bitch, maybe all this wouldn't have happened.
The elevator arrived at Shepard's cabin. The specialist walked toward the door and used the buzzer to signal she was there. After a few seconds, the door opened, and there stood Commander Shepard. Tall as she was, standing a few inches above Traynor and it seemed as though she has gained yet another scar on her face. It made sense, considering the events that happened lately. Shepard wore an N7 hoodie with black combat pants and-was that a bulge in her crotch area?
"Come in," Shepard said apathetically. Her face didn't really say anything about how she was feeling right now. Traynor wondered how in the galaxy someone could do that. Not that it was a surprise. Shepard was either—what was that word from 21st century message boards? Ah,-RAGE-QUITTING or completely unreadable.
Traynor walked into the cabin with the door closing behind her. The room didn't really change at all since she was here, except there seemed to be a few thongs lying about. They were definitely not Shepard's—Traynor wouldn't be surprised if she started philandering around after finding out Liara cheated on her.
"I have my paperwork," Samantha said. She held out the pieces of paper that she had filled out earlier to Shepard. The Commander looked at the papers for a moment before snatching them out of her hand, crumpling and throwing them to the floor. Traynor's mouth hung open, speechless at what she just did. "Why did you-? AH!"
Before the specialist could say any more Shepard grabbed her by the wrists and shoved her by the bed. She bent her over the mattress and used her weight to keep her there.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Traynor shouted. Unfortunately for her, the shouting would do nothing as the doors were completely sound-proof. Shepard leaned in so that she could speak into her ear. "Can't handle the consequences, Traynor? That it?" Samantha felt something pushing at her backside. She then remembered the bulge in Shepard's pants.
Shepard let go for a second but Traynor used it to try and escape. She wriggled out of Shepard's grasp and bolted towards the door. For a moment, she thought she was home-free. But Shepard, with all her years of military training, caught up to her.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Shepard asked as she held an iron-grip on the specialists' wrists.
"Let go of me you bitch!" Traynor demanded.
Shepard spun her around and used all her strength to slap her in the face. "You're still on my fucking ship and I'm still your fucking Commander! You will treat me with respect and follow my orders!"
Traynor spat at Shepard. This time, the Commander brought her fist up to Traynor's face and delivered a devastating blow.
"EDI, turn on privacy lock and disable any surveillance cameras in this room," Shepard said as she forced Traynor onto the bed.
"Yes, Commander," the AI said.
"EDI! Help me!" Traynor screamed.
"I enjoy the sight of humans on their knees."
Shepard pinned the specialist to the bed, who was completely and utterly helpless right now. Traynor struggled, but alas, the Commander was much stronger than her and the Cerberus enhancements definitely did not help. Shepard unzipped her hoodie and threw it across the room and was left with a black undershirt. She didn't take it off as she undressed Traynor first. The Commander removed her uniform and savagely tore off the new Alliance tunic that she just got yesterday. She then removed her boots and pants, leaving her with only her underwear. Those were soon gone, too.
Shepard then began to take off her own boots and unbuckled her own pants. Underneath, she wore boxer briefs, and for a good reason—she had a seven-inch long penis trying to spring free. Traynor was incredibly confused, staring at the large bulge in Shepard's boxers. It then occurred to her that Cerberus may have done something with her so that she had this… attachment.
The commander then reached under a pillow and took out a condom. Momentarily, Shepard considered whether or not to use it. With a smirk, she tossed it aside.
"Now, you're going to refer to me as Master. Am I clear?"
"You're a fucking pig!" Traynor shouted.
With the back of her hand, Shepard slapped Traynor across the face. "What are you going to call me?"
"M-master," she sputtered.
"Good," Shepard said as she finally took off her boxer briefs. She jerked off her throbbing erection for a minute before spreading Traynor's legs wide and bringing it near her cunt. Shepard rammed it into her without letting her acclimate, eliciting a shriek from Samantha.
"What's the matter? Never had a real cock inside of you?" Shepard taunted. She began to thrust into her, loving the fact that the specialist was so goddamn tight. I can get used to this, Shepard thought.
Meanwhile, Samantha felt her face flush and her eyes well up with tears as she was violated. Shepard moving her dick back and forth inside of her was painful, dammit. The commander seemed to really be enjoying herself. Why wouldn't she be? She was the one fucking raping her.
Shepard felt extremely powerful in this moment, totally dominating this helpless, British-bitch and putting her in her place. Taking out her anger and frustrations on the whore felt so damn good, exerting her control and authority over her. Shepard quickened her pace. Traynor's breasts began to bounce in rhythm to Shepard's forceful thrusts. By now, her makeup has been ruined because of her crying.
"Who do you answer to?!" Shepard asked.
"T-to you," Traynor choked. "Master."
Shepard sneered. "You're no different than an Asari; just another hole to stick my dick in. Now I'm going to shoot my entire load inside of you. Oh yeah. I'm gonna totally impregnate you, how's that sound?"
"Please… stop," Traynor sobbed. Anxiety racked her body. She felt so dirty and hated herself so much for letting this happen.
Shepard continued to pump into her and shot her sperm directly into Traynor's womb. "Fuck yeah," she grunted as she collapsed on top of her.
The cum felt warm inside of her, Shepard shooting out a few more splurts of the liquid and still embedded inside of Traynor's cunt. She was so heavy with the Cerberus implants, her entire weight nearly crushing the specialist. Finally, Shepard withdrew, leaving a gaping hole where her cock used to be. Semen leaked out of it, much to her satisfaction. She sat next to her pillow and watched as Traynor got up to put her clothes back on.
Tears streamed down the specialists' face, absolutely humiliated and no doubt scarred for life after what was done to her. She was forced down by a vengeful, starving beast while being completely vulnerable, unable to do anything about it.
Shepard threw her head back and laughed condescendingly when she saw tears drip from Samantha's face. "Get the fuck out of here, Traynor. Your 'skills' certainly won't be needed here anymore. Run like the little bitch you are and just get off my fucking ship." Shepard had a wicked smile on her face as Traynor finally left the cabin.
"Report to the ship as soon as possible, we'll bang, okay?"