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pressing a woman with all my weight on the wall, “I haven’t tried these for a long time ... Well, slut, don’t slam it with your eyes, don’t build yourself like a whistle, but rather make Uncle Goreku nice ...

Pushing a little harder, he forced the woman to kneel on the floor. With his free hand, the rapist convulsively scuffed around on the codpiece, looking for a fastener, and, groping for it, drew a penis of considerable size into the light.

- Come on slut, take it, do what you know how well - poked his device in the face of Miranda bandit.

Unwashed member of the pirate doused her with a wave of stench and rested against his face, aiming at the lips. The woman shook her head violently, trying to turn away from him, but Gorek was insistent. Realizing that this did not work out for him, he reeled Miranda’s hair into a fist and rigidly turned her around to face him. A large head of a batarian member rested between her lips and overcoming desperate resistance penetrated into her mouth.

This Miranda could not withstand. Hatred red veil overwhelmed her eyes and she violently clenched her jaws, dropping her teeth into the economy of the gangster.

He roared like a nuclear-powered submarine in a polar fog, pushed a woman away from him and doubled over, clutching his bitten dignity with both hands. Miranda vomited in disgust. There was no time to lose. She clutched at something sharply rose from the floor, not even bothering to wipe the blood from her face. He noticed that the woman got up, with difficulty distracted from his crippled device and tried to remove the gun from his belt.

I tried - because the next second it literally sank into the wall of the vestibule with a powerful biotic wave. This Miranda felt the slack, managed to dodge and put all his hatred in this blow. The batarian flew in one direction, his weapon in another. The noise at the door looked krogan, but without losing a second, Mira grabbed the pirate's pistol by somersault flew right between the legs of the stunned thugs and dropped two accurate shots at her knees into the aisle, blocking the way for the rest of the bandits who were still in the cabin.

The ship, which had become quiet, suddenly exploded into a hellish cacophony - a wounded krogan roared at the top of the room, they cursed in the cabin and tried to pull him off the road by two vorki, someone else fired at the ceiling trying to calm the passengers who were distraught with fear ... Using confusion, Miranda, still plainly without giving an account of what to do next, I scattered like pins that ran out of the transitional gateway to the noise of people and rushed at full speed through the docking station onto the invaders ship. Near the bulkheads, it was attempted to be stopped by the gangsters who came to their senses, but none of the bullets fired reached the woman, stuck in a biotic field.

If the pirates had anything faster than pistols, the barrier would probably not have survived. But Miranda was saved by the fact that the boarding team with automatic weapons was now floundering helplessly in a narrow corridor behind her back, and she was met in the forehead by those who did not expect such a development of events - the Salarians, who had nothing heavier than the "Scorpions".

Rejecting the bullets with a barrier, Miranda covered the distance to the technicians with several jumps and flew between them, stunned one with a deforming field, and simultaneously discharged the entire thermal charge from the pistol in the second. Behind her, the pirates who had already got out of the salon were already catching up. Having slammed the bulkhead of the docking gate, Mira fired several bullets into her for confidence, cutting off the power and tightly blocking the door.

- Where are you going sweet? - She heard a familiar mocking voice behind her back and the next second the discharge of an electric shock pierced her body. Miranda fell to the floor, dropping the gun, her muscles cramped, everything darkened before her eyes for a second.

- Are you smart ...- The captain continued, pushing the gun away with his foot, - It looks like a pike got into our nets, and what a toothy ...

Mira just gritted her teeth and tried to relax her rock hard muscles. My heart was pounding in my chest, driving blood through my veins. From the tension swollen veins on his forehead. If an ordinary person were in her place, such a discharge would have cut him down for a couple of hours, at a minimum, but Miranda’s genetically perfect organism was designed for tests and more serious. Remembering what she was taught, she almost completely cut off the external senses, concentrating on the Tanden, the energy center in the lower abdomen, where, according to the ancient Chinese teachings of Qi Gong, all the channels of Qi in a person converged. A few deep breaths - and the familiar pleasant warmth ran through the body, the muscles gradually "thawed out", the heart rate stabilized, a feeling of complete calm came. Thoughts cleared and then it dawned on Miranda. She suddenly realized with extraordinary clarity what to do. For some seconds, her brain managed to calculate the situation and scenarios. The decision was made, the matter remained for a small one - to bring it to life.

- What got up? Drag her to the punishment cell - meanwhile, the captain commanded, having lost interest in a woman lying in his opinion, without feelings. - Then we will understand what kind of fish and what flow it brought to us. And for God's sake - open this damn door to somebody!

The two assistants of the coil grabbed Miranda under her arms to lift and carry her away, but she suddenly came to life and grabbed the spiky growths on the back of her head firmly slammed their heads together, causing them to sink to the deck like bags of flour. The woman moved swiftly, as if twisted, and then released a spring. An instant — and a crook — are lying unconscious on the floor, another instant and two technicians at the door fall with their heads shot, an instant — and a hard blow under the knee of the captain's feet, and an elegant woman's arm wraps around his neck with an iron grip. (Especially for eroticspace.infosexitails.org) The captain was twitched, but immediately regretted it. Mira studied martial arts from the best artists that her father could afford and knew what to do. With two fingers, picking at his nostrils, she threw back her head up, pressed her eyes to the big and nameless. She had only enough to lift a finger so that her opponent immediately lost all desire to resist.

The captain wheezed. He was a seasoned pirate, and over the past ten years spent in the systems, Terminus managed to see everything — both the krogan berserkers and the asari commandos, but the fact that now, in just a few minutes, this graceful girl, who apparently has nothing heavier than a glass of champagne, managed to create He did not take his hand, he completely vomited the template A graceful girl, hiding behind the captain as a shield, retreated into a corner and wondered the balance of power.

- Who are you? What do you want? - the captive croaked

- I need? - Surprised raised Miranda eyebrow. - Judging by the situation in which you are now - you need first of all.

“Come on, you know as well as I do that, at the most, in five minutes my guys will open the door,” the captain emboldened. - You have nowhere to go. Of course you are smart, but you cannot cope with all of them. So do not be silly, be a good girl - and then, perhaps, we will leave amicably. I am even ready to forgive you for those cretins that you managed to put, anyway, there was no use for them.

“Yes, you seem to be holding me completely for a fool,” Miranda smiled, for prevention, a little harder pressing his fingers on the prisoner's eyeballs, from which he howled and twitched his hands like a hanged man. - Of course, I’m not able to cope with all of them, you are right here, but what do you really feel about this? Dead is already somehow you do not find?

The prisoner did not speak, but only quietly whined, knocking with his hands and feet.The capture was already painful enough, and the elegant manicure of Miranda to which she never regretted credits, even while living in close odnushku on Omega, brought additional sharp and extremely unpleasant feelings.

“But relax, I'm not going to kill you,” she continued in the same imperturbable tone. - I have completely different plans for you. And if you finally ... Read more →

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