-Jack-

She had made it fifteen good minutes, her bare feet trudging through the sand as her legs made long, sweeping, strides, carrying her as far as she could as hard as she could. Fifteen good minutes before Jack's heart was pounding so fast in her chest, she became lightheaded. She could feel her legs slowing, cursed at them for giving up on her, and finally collapsed to the sand, a good two miles from the forest where she had started her sprint. Without the use of her hands to break the fall—they were still tied tightly behind her—she came down into the sand, shoulder-first. A spray of the stuff came shooting up, filling her mouth, her nose, her eyes, and her body twisted with her momentum, bringing her to a rolling halt on the beach's warm shore. She laid there, staring up into the cloudless, blue, sky, panting and gasping for air. The cool water came up with the tide and swept beneath her body. The sudden chill made her arch her back and shout, but then the tide was going out again, and she was dry once more. After a moment, Jack wrestled her way back up to her knees, and scanned the horizon, desperate to spot something. Anything.

Yet there was nothing, and worse: ahead, the beach began to wrap back inwards. Shepard had brought them to a god damned island. It was no wonder she'd let Jack run off without much of a fight. There was no where to go. "AAAARGH!" Jack put her head back and screamed through her teeth. She'd never been so angry before in her life. She just wanted to wrap her hands around Shepard's scrawny little neck and squeeze. The tide came in again, and the cool water trickled around her knees, calves, and feet. She huffed and puffed, trying to settle her fury, and thought. How the fuck was she going to get out of this mess?

It was like that, ten minutes later, she was found. Still kneeling in the sand as the tides went in and out around her, still thinking, still angry. "There you are," Shepard's voice came cheerfully over her shoulder. "Thought you might have gone out with the tide there, Jack. I'm happy you didn't."

Jack's skin felt hot, itchy. Her hands may have been bound, but she'd be damned if she didn't try and put an ass-kicking to that fucking bitch. She got one foot beneath her body, ready to push herself up, when Shepard's boot fell onto one of her shoulder blades and shoved. Jack yelped as she tipped forward, her bound and useless hands still behind her, and fell face-first into the sand. The tide came up and water rushed into her mouth, causing her to gag and cough. She tried rolling away, but Shepard's boot fell on her back and held her in place. The tide, thankfully, went back out. "You fucking bitch! I'm going to kill you, Shepard. Fuck! I'm going to kill you!"

"You're not doing a great job from down there, are you?" Shepard teased over her shoulder. "If you're considering murdering me, maybe I should just hold you down there for awhile and let the tide tire you out a bit. It's only going to get colder when the sun goes down. You comfortable? I am. I could stay out here like this... hell, all night."

"FUCK YOU!" Jack screamed, but then the tide was coming back in and she had to clamp her mouth shut to avoid getting another mouthful.

"Say that again?" Shepard asked, knowing full-well she couldn't with the water in. When the tide went back out, the commander laughed. "Jack, we could play this game all day. I don't want that, though. You definitely don't want that. So behave, alright? Behave and I'll get you off the sand. Deal?"

Jack grit her teeth and lifted her gaze to the water. The tide was out, but it was gathering momentum and ready to head back in. "Alright! Shit! Fuck you, okay? Get me the fuck up!"

"You going to ask nicely?" Shepard questioned, digging her boot just a bit harder into Jack's back.

"Fuck off!" Jack snapped.

The tide came rushing in-

-but just as it reached her, Shepard grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back to her knees. "I treat you too well for a mouthy little bitch," she said quietly into Jack's ear, the warmth of her breath trickling over her neck.

"When I get out of this-"

"Yeah, yeah. You're going to rip my head off, I get it. It's getting a bit old," Shepard finished for her. "But you're not out of it yet. So shut the fuck up, stand up, and start marching. I'm taking you to the house."

"You're a fucking coward," Jack spat. "You talk to me like this because you got me fucking tied up. Cut me loose. Cut me loose and see what happens."

"Is that what you want?" Shepard asked.

"Just give me one fucking shot you bitch."

"Alright," Shepard, surprisingly, said. "You got it. Let's see what you got, baldy."

And just like that, Jack felt the rope around her wrists fall away. A rush of warm anger and excitement rose up from her gut and she jumped to her feet and spun to face Shepard. The commander was standing there waiting with her arms at her sides. Jack grinned. "Dumb bitch," she muttered and then rushed her opponent.

Shepard waiting calmly until the last possible moment, then – she struck. Her hand swatted outwards and deflected Jack's swinging fist, her other hand buried itself in Jack's stomach, and then she used Jack's own momentum to lift her over her shoulder and drop her back down to the sand. Jack landed hard on her back and winced. "Satisfied?" Shepard asked.

Jack pounded a fist into the sand and got back to her feet. Then she realized it – she couldn't beat Shepard one on one, at least not without her biotic amp to give her powers. She knelt, keeping a close eye on the commander, got a handful of sand, and flung it up to distract the bitch. Shepard shielded her eyes, and Jack took off.

Her feet dug holes in the sand as she sprinted faster and harder than ever. She heard Shepard whistle behind her, and when she glanced back she saw the bitch giving a hand signal to the nearby woods. Jack turned to see two volus on a pair of quads come bursting through the greenery and began tearing up the sand as they rushed after her. Jack cursed and dug into the sand even harder as she ran.

It only took them a few moments to catch up to her. They got on either side of her, and stretched out a big, black, net. By the time Jack saw it and tried getting out of the way, it had already fallen on top of her. She screamed as her feet caught in the net's holes, her elbows got caught up, her legs tangled, and then she was tumbling down to the sand once again.

The volus were on her in seconds. They secured the net shut and lifted her thrashing, netted, body onto a wagon one of the quads was hauling. Jack ripped at every angle she could of the net and even tried biting at it. "Fuckers!" She wailed. "Let me the fuck out of this shit!"

The volus didn't seem interested in her threats. They simply checked to make sure the net was sealed, then got back on their quads and began hauling her back down the beach the way she'd come from: cursing and thrashing all the way.

Eventually, she realized the hopelessness of escape from the net, and decided to hold off and conserve her strength. They'd have to take her out eventually, and she wanted to be ready for a fight when they did. The quads roared down the beach, their engines loudly humming in her ear, and then finally they rounded off into a wooded path and came upon a massive mansion in a clearing. Shepard was standing there already, hands on her hips, and worst of all: she was laughing. "Big fish you caught there, boys!" She shouted to be heard over the quad engines. "Lively-looking, too!"

They pulled up at the foot of the steps and killed the engines. Jack glared out of the net at Shepard. "You piece-of-shit bitch..." She muttered. "Get me out of this fucking net."

Shepard laughed again. "You have to be the most hard-headed individual I've ever encountered, Jack. Are you ever going to realize threatening me does you no good? You're fighting way too hard for a fight you've already lost. Look around you, baldy? You're on my island! You're in my net right now. My men hauled you here to my mansion. What are you trying to prove with all this cursing and shouting and fighting? That you're tough? Fine, Jack: you're tough. Now calm the fuck down. Pull her out of there."

The volus drivers, along with another two who'd come out of the mansion, circled her netted body and released the end. Jack pulled and kicked her way out of the net, but as soon as her limbs touched free air, the volus' little, grubby, hands were wrapped tight around her wrists and waist. She cursed them and trying pulling away, but the aliens were surprisingly strong.

"Haul her ass to the dungeon," Shepard commanded, kicked open a metal hatch near the mansion's bushes, and disappeared down a flight of steps.

"No! Let go!" Jack screamed and tried twisting free, but the volus simply marched her onwards in silence.

Down into the basement she went, kicking and screaming the whole way. The interior was shadowy and cool, and a million times less vibrant then the lush green and blue world outside. The floor was concrete, and it felt cold and hard on the soles of her feet. The walls were drab, gray, and haggard. The volus dragged her over to where Shepard stood waiting, at the foot of a large slab of wood, like a bench with leather cuff slots for wrists and ankles. "Here," Shepard told them. "Ass up."

The volus bent her over the wood and stuffed her wrists into the leather cuffs before strapping them in place and tightening them. The result was she was stuck bent over, her arms stretched out wide to her sides and locked in place. They fasted another belt around her waist that made her hips hug the wood where, thankfully, a soft piece of leather was there to absorb the tightness instead of raw wood. Finally, she felt leather cuffs wrap around her ankles, spreading her legs a bit, and locking her feet wide out to the sides of the bench. "Fuck yous!" Jack snapped as they finished.

Shepard dismissed the volus with a wave of her hand. They retreated through the hatch they'd come in from and shut the door, leaving her and Shepard alone in the quiet of the dungeon. The commander leaned down so she was on eye-level with Jack and smiled. "Hello, Jack. Comfy?"

Jack pulled at every strap. Not one gave her an inch of wiggle room. "Get me out of this shit."

"Not yet," Shepard said with a shake of her head. "First, I'm going to punish you. You've been a very bad girl, baldy. You have to learn that that's not allowed here. When you're under my command, you behave yourself. When you misbehave? There are consequences."

"Fuck your consequences," Jack snapped. "And fuck you."

Shepard dashed forward and cupped her hand around Jack's jaw, lifting her head and bringing her nose-to-nose. "You know, as much as your insubordination pisses me off, it also kind of turns me on. You hear that, Jack? You think you're getting under my skin, but really your just making this better for me."

Jack glared up at the commander. "You're a psychotic dyke bitch."

Shepard bit her lip, staring into Jack's eyes. She let out a playful laugh, turned, and went to a steel cabinet at the corner of the room. She returned from it with a black rag and a big wooden paddle. "I'm going to shut you up a little now..." She said, twirling the rag before her. "But not much. I want to hear you yell at me. I want to hear your anger."

Shepard move above her and pulled the rag tightly between her teeth. Jack bit down and grunted as the commander tightened it even further before knotting it at the back of her head. "Ouu mmufrr fugging peeph oph shimph!" She shouted into the gag.

"Good," Shepard said, moving around to behind her. "Now let's get a look at this ass. Mm-mm! You know, you're no Miranda, Jack, but you've got something going on back here, I'll give you that."

"GRMPH!" Jack barked into the rag.

"Smooth... toned..." Shepard said, and Jack felt one of the commander's hands run up her inner thigh and cup one of her ass cheeks. "It's kind of cute. Let me get a taste."

Jack's eye widened and she bit down on the gag when she felt teeth sink into her ass cheek and bite down. "Ouu phuging sigg BIPH!"

Shepard laughed. "Oh shut up, you like this. Now... this you probably won't like."

The paddle came down on her ass cheeks, hard, and landed squarely between them, shaking her whole rear end. Jack grunted in pain and instinctively tried standing up to get away, but of course the straps denied her that freedom immediately.

"Bad little mouthy bitches like you need to learn your place," Shepard said, and then the paddle came thrusting down again, and again her whole rear-end exploded in a flash of pain. "You need to be broken." The paddle landed on her ass, filling the room with a loud clap. "You need your tight little asses spanked, don't you? Don't you, Jack? Answer me."

"I'm gomma phuggin brage yer phuggin neg!" Jack screamed, chomping down on the rag as she spoke.

"You do, see?" Shepard replied and the paddle found its mark again.

Jack closed her eyes as the pain rippled through her rear in waves. Her breathing grew heavier, her hands balled to fists, and her back arched as much as it could.

"Well would you look at this?" Shepard said, and her hands fell on Jack's ass cheeks and spread. "It looks like someone is getting a little moist from this women-on-women action. What were you calling me earlier, Jack? A dyke bitch? Looks like that makes two of us, because this dyke bitch is getting you off. I knew it. I knew you were as dirty as a bitch as I am."

"Eph me awph thiph phuggin ayemle!" Jack demanded as she felt her nipples start to stiffen.

"You little slut," Shepard said with a laugh. "This does present a predicament. I can't be doing this if it's pleasuring you. This is punishment time. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Jack, Jack, Jack... what are we going to do with you?"

"Umphie me!" Jack grunted.

"No, no.. that's not the answer here," Shepard said, walking around in front of the table again. She put a finger to her lip and scratched, looking Jack over. She turned to the cabinet, set the paddle back, and went to a refrigeration unit at the opposite corner of the dungeon. "You thirsty?" The commander asked, turning back. Jack mumbled into the gag and Shepard giggled. "Guess not. I've got some ice here, though. It would be a shame not to use it for, oh, something." She returned with a single ice cube held tauntingly out between her fingers. "No drink, huh? Do me a favor then and hold this for me, would you?"

Jack grunted furiously as Shepard moved to her side, leaned in, and set the ice cube down gently in the small curvature of her lower back. The icy coldness of the cube sent a chill rushing up her spine and her whole body tensed. "Ice cube's are interesting things, you know," Shepard explained. "They don't exactly hurt, but they can make us sure-as-hell uncomfortable. They just can sit there and sit there... freezing just this one little spot on our bodies. It can be mental torture, some say, to know the simplicity of freedom, a simple removal of a little cube, could end your suffering. But, of course, you can't remove it. Only I can."

Jack bit the gag and shifted her body the best she could with the straps holding her down. The ice cube slid across her back, but could not get out of the little nook her arched back created. Instead, she only wound up sending an icy chill into another spot on her back. "Grrrrmph!"

"Annoying, isn't it?" Shepard teased. "And I've got lots of ice cubes and plenty of time." She lifted the cube and ran it down Jack's inner thigh. Jack's whole leg twitched and her head snapped back as she shouted curses into her gag. "But is this enough for such a naughty little bitch like yourself? That is the question. Or do we have to go further?" Shepard pulled the ice away, walked around to the front of the table, and leaned down to get to Jack's eye level. "What do you think, Jack? More torture? Or are you going to do as you're told from now on and drop the tough-girl act?"

Jack rumbled her agitation into the rag. Shepard only stared at her, waiting. Jack thought about it. She didn't want that ice to fucking touch her for one more second. She swallowed her pride and nodded. "I'll mehave."

"What?"

Jack took a deep breath. "I'll mehave!"

Shepard reached out, hooked her finger in the gag, and yanked it out from between Jack's teeth. "One more time?"

"I'll behave, god dammit," Jack said, avoiding eye contact with the commander. "Alright? You happy. I'll shut the fuck up and behave. Keep that shit away from me."

"See? I knew you'd come around, baldy," Shepard chirped, giving Jack a pinch on the cheek. She stood, walked around the side of the table and dropped the ice cube back onto the small of Jack's back. Jack roared her anger as the coldness set back in. "That will melt... eventually. If you scream or cry out while it is? I'm coming back here and covering your whole fucking body in ice cubes, you got that?"

"Shit, yes!" Jack snapped through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to scream at the commander.

"I'll figure out what to do with you next," Shepard explained, her voice trailing further and further off. "Until then, keep your mouth shut and don't make me regret letting you off easy."

A door slammed somewhere nearby, and then Jack figured she was alone.

Strapped to a table, half naked, an ice cube sending torturous waves of chill up her back, and alone. She wouldn't scream. But eventually she would be free. And then Shepard was going to find out what a bad bitch she really could be.