Chapter 2: Shepard’s Tour of Duty

One Hour Later...

Batarian Cargo Ship Calag

Interlude in Balak’s Cabin.

Balak made it a point to pull the cum covered commander throughout the small frigate. Crewmen ogled and gawked at their leader’s newest conquest. Most grinned at the cut body of Commander Shepard. Balak took possession of one of the cabins on the Frigate. Shepard realized that her tormentor was the highest-ranking officer on any ship he embarked on in the Batarian Fleet.

“You have proven your point, Balak, I am sorry ... Sir. But every second here makes it more likely the Reapers will get to other populations.” Shepard said.

“You fought “A” reaper; you killed a baby reaper. You saw how easy they captured your planet. I have not seen anything to prevent that from happening. But I do owe you and I absolutely intend to pay you back before we both go to our certain doom.” Balak said to Shepard who was crestfallen when she saw the despair in his eyes. She would have to endure until she was off then she would take this fleet and add it to hers.

“Get your ass in that shower and rub this all over your body, NOW!” Shepard grits her teeth as Balak’s voice echoes through the room. She glances at the display he’s pointing to and sees the vessel’s time device counting down. With a surge of panic, she sprinted towards the shower, knowing every second counts. The cold water hit her skin like stinging needles as she frantically rubed the substance all over herself, desperate to meet Balak’s impossible deadline. Time seems to slowed down as she raced against the clock, heart pounded with fear and determination.

As she moved her hands, a surge of warmth spread through her body like a soothing massage. The sensation seemed to flow from her fingertips and seep into her skin, enveloping her in a cocoon of pleasure. Every nerve ending tingled with the pleasant heat, making her feel alive and invigorated. She couldn’t help but revel in the warm embrace, feeling as if she were being embraced by the sun itself. She could not let out a soft pant as her pussy tingled slightly.

Shepard cleaned herself and quickly dried herself with the air vents and padded herself back into the main cabin. Balak was lying down on the bed with his teeth bared.

“Oh, that is it, bitch. Now I want you to walk across to that wall and extend your arms and place your palms flat against that wall.” Balak growled out pointing to the far wall.

Shepard shivered and looked across to the wall and padded slowly to the wall as she bent forward to place her hands against the wall. Automatically, assuming the position to thrust her ass out to Balak. Shepard tensed up expecting another shock or whip or something incredibly painful only to bet met with the slow caress of Balak’s clawed hand raking lightly across her stomach and hip. Shepard’s breath quickened at the soft touch of her nemesis touching her.

“You have lovely skin, slut. You are a gorgeous specimen. I am never going to get tired of your pleasures.” Balak said softly as he continued his slide down her body before snaking his hand around to slid his caress to the inside of her thighs.

Shepard tried to fight against the pleasurable sensations and not give her tormentor the satisfaction. She stopped herself from answering Balak. Balak noticed this conflict on her face and let out a patronizing chuckle.

“Do you know what a Karsh’on Pleasure snake is?” Balak asked smirking ear to ear as he slid his hand over her sex.

“I am sure you going to show me your pleasure snake, Sir” Shepard responded in annoyed tone, as if what he uttered was entirely juvenile.

“Well, it is a worm not a snake, and they are native of our planet, this one bred to be specific to my cock.” Balak said as he withdrew his hand from Shepard’s sex to open a container.

“Did you say worm ... Sir?” Shepard asked confused as she realized he was being literal and not using crude innuendo. She tried to snake her head around to see what was going on behind her.

“Eyes front!” Balak barked. Shepard’s tormentor then took a container of something and pressed it harshly over Shepard’s lips.

“Drink, slut.” Balak ordered to which Shepard immediately let him pour it down her mouth. It tasted very good. She whimpered slightly from the euphoric sensations kissing her senses right now.

Balak watched closely as Shepard obediently drank the fluid from the container. It was filled with a potent aphrodisiac, but he didn’t want her resisting too much. That would ruin the surprise of introducing her to his personal pet worm. He smirked, seeing her whimper slightly upon tasting it, but she quickly swallowed every drop. The potion would have her craving his touch and pleading for more soon enough.

“Now remember my little slut,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, running his sharp claws up and down her spine as he positioned her against the wall. He moved closer, still clothed in his uniform, his hard cock poking against her ass cheek. His pheromones filling the small space between them - musky and pungent, causing her to shudder involuntarily. “You belong to me.”

He leaned into her ear again, his hot breath sending shivers down her neck as he spoke. “I hope you’re ready for what comes next.”

Shepard tried to fight back tears of humiliation and desperation as Balak’s hand slid up her leg once more, reaching between them both. She braced herself for pain or shocks or other horrible sensations ... but instead felt only fingers slipping inside of her soaked folds. She gasped softly when they touched her clit and started to rub gently in circles, causing shivers of pleasure to course through her entire body.

“What ... what are you doing?” she managed to ask between gasps for air and moans of pleasure that she couldn’t suppress anymore.

“Introducing you to my Karsh’on, pleasure snake.” he purred into her ear again, his hot breath sending chills down her spine despite the warm sensations of her loins.

Six hours later...

“Oh fuck damnit!!! I am cumming again, Master!” Shepard screamed out at the top of her lungs. The crewman walking by Balak’s cabin looked on shocked as he saw a Shepard on her knees having her brains fucked out from behind by Balak. The Batarian had Shepard’s arms trapped in an armbinder which was currently being pulled taut by Balak as he pounded into her and forced her upright by her bound form. Shepard for her part was caked in sweat and her toes curled hard as she was being worked over by the Batarian.

Six hours later...

A Batarian Naval officer was ushered in at Balak’s insistence to his cabin. What greeted him made all four of the young officer’s eyes widen in anticipation. A naked Shepard with her arms were tied around each other behind her back. A glowing orange leash jutted out from her collar around a ring bolted into the floor with barely enough slack. The collar and leashed forced Shepard to bend over with her ass exposed to everyone in the room. The specters ass had a deep red hue from being spanked and whipped from hours on end.

“Sir, Captain Carak said we have about a day until we arrive at the secret staging area.” The Batarian barked at Balak.

Balak cursed inside his head as he wished that the lowly crewman would have had a modicum of protocols. But with the lion share of Batarians under the Reaper’s thumb, he had to take what he could get. Balak smirked as his people reacted very well from being basically wiped out by an invincible enemy. Still, he needs to keep up morale...

“Say have you ever whipped an alliance officer before?” Balak asked with a grin on his face. Balak smirked as he walked over to the subordinate and whispered something in his ear Batarian laughter erupted from behind Shepard who tried to turn around to see the officer.

“Turn the hell around slut!” Balak ordered. Shepard quickly turned around. The other crewman eyes widened followed by his grin.

“Here boy, take this my arms are getting sore. I am going to get some more Ambrosia. Remember what I told you.” Balak ordered before exiting the cabin.

Two hours Later...

Balak returned to his cabin a smirked what greeted him. Shepard was still tied with her arms behind her back but her face was full of the lad’s cock. He was in the process of whipping Shepard’s tits while he pumped in and of her mouth at a steady pace. The slurping sound of the suction of Shepard’s lips decorated the room rather nicely. A crewmate walking down the corridor behind Balak chortled when he saw their enemy sucking the crewman’s cock. Balak did not have to wait long as a soft moan from the Batarian was heard before a copious amount of cum shooting into Shepard’s mouth. Shepard made it worse by moaning as she tried to swallow of the Batarian’s spunk only to fail and have it spill off her chin.

The rest of the night entirety of the Ship’s crew got to sample Shepard’s mouth. Balak made it a point to alternate between having Shepard swallow to having the men give her some new makeup. When every crewman had their turn, he let her go to sleep. One of the reasons the Batarian’s journey was taking so long was that Balak wanted to stop by one of the supply caches for their military they had hidden around the galaxy. A necessity when operating as a rogue race for decades. After reaching the supply cache one of the men came back with clothing that was not Shepard’s favorite but it was better than being naked and bound.

The next few days were a blur of Balak’s twisted pleasure. He kept her in his cabin for the remainder of the journey, having her learn new techniques and punish her when she failed. Shepard was given no respite from his lecherous behavior, though he wasn’t entirely unkind either.

During their time together, all the while Shepard fasted and slowly became more submissive to Balak’s commands. She now had to repeat every humiliating word her Master came up with to refer to herself, no matter what it was, and if she didn’t comply quickly enough, she would be given a harsh punishment. The crew whispered behind their hands about what happened in Balak’s cabin each night, though none dared to speak up for fear of getting into trouble.

When they finally arrived at their destination, most of the crew went about their duties without saying much about Shepard or what had happened during the voyage. Meanwhile, Balak took her back to his quarters and promised to keep her close until she finished her tour of duty.

Internal Vid Transmission 2 :From Balak, Ruling Hegemon

Shepard’s inspection of the Batarian Navy.

Commander Jane Shepard’s Tour of the Batarian Fleet.

The Vana

Batarian Battle class Frigate

Shepard had been brought on board and was taken by Balak to distinguished guest quarters on the aft side of the ship. She had no idea where they were as it had been about five hours since they left the Citadel and she was sure they used a relay. The group that she serviced with her mouth earlier had for the most part disappeared. Balak and Charn and couple of the guards that subdued her were here but they were not part of the frigates crew. Understandably she figured there should be about 50 to 60 people crewing this vessel. Balak explained as he led her naked covered in cum through the ship that ship only had about 20. Shepard knew that it was running three shifts at skeleton crew capacity. With only 20 men they each took a shift as part of the skeleton crew. With only 20 men it meant that there was not room for people to get sick or rotate off days, there were no days off or sick days with those numbers. The Batarians eyed Shepard like she was on a menu. In a way she was, Balak made it point to give her a tour of the whole ship with Captain introducing all the current crew.

The next morning the crew all fell silent. For before them was the sight of Shepard tied up with her hands above her head and legs spread apart. The Commander’s butt and backside and the crisscross marks of a freshly whipped back. “Yes my brothers, this slut is waiting her daily dose of Batarian Ichor. Who wants to apply her daily dose?” Balak asked the crew.

It is my ship I will get first honors!” The captain of the ship declares. The crew cheered. Shepard thought they were making a euphemism for Batarian semen. Unfortunately, she thought wrong. The captain grabbed a jug from a compartment near the bridge. Shepard looked curious as the crew grew silent. The captain looked Shepard in the eye as he poured the jug into his hand. The substance was clear and viscous like some sort of body oil. There was this glitter like substance inside of it that told her otherwise. The captain smirked without saying a word placed the hand on her right breast. The Batarian looked Shepard directly in the eye. Shepard inadvertently let out a soft moan. The captain took his thumb and rubbed the body oil into her right nipple. He then alternated between her right and left nipple. By the time the captain Shepard was moaning more audibly. Jane was blushing bright red as she was obviously getting incredibly worked up. The oil felt so warm and nice. She felt almost euphoric.

The video shifts to 14 hours later.

A group of Batarians were resting in the crew quarters all looking in a certain direction. Then Balak came into view and the crew quarters erupted in cheer. “Comrades, our last days are here and it will be our day at last, in these, the last days of our cycle, we will enjoy fruits never dreamt of before. This time which will be a nightmare to others will be our paradise!!!!”

“Please Sir ... Don’t make me do this please!” A voice pleaded desperately from the other side of the doorway out of view.

“You will or we can go back to my room, and I can reintroduce you to my acidic slavers whip again?” Balak barked angrily towards the door.

“No! no! Please not that, I will do what you say! I will be a good girl. Sir!” A submissive voice is heard from the hallway. “Now just like we discussed. Show them the true place of Alliance Officers Slut, or your time with us to this point will seem like a vacation. Balak threatened by pressing his face right next her glaring all four of her eyes in her direction. “Yes Sir, I understand.” the response came back dejectedly.

“And make it convincing or we will start getting more imaginative than our standard whips.” Balak added before backing away slightly.

The sound of clicking heels was heard off screen, until a shocking sight came into view of the camera. Shepard walked in wearing a female variation of an Alliance dress uniform. The Female version with a skirt to be precise. The top was blue and gold and even had the proper stripes and rank for being a Commander. This is where the attention to detail ended, however. Shepard was made up to look like a raunchy sex worker. Shepard had dark red lip gloss, with matching glossy nail polish on her hands and toenails. Shepard’s feet were forced into a pair of black five-inch stiletto high heels which made her calves look gorgeous. She could not hide how uncomfortable she was, which made her look even appear even more sensual to the Batarians.

The confident commander was blushing deep red as she lowered her head meekly to the Batarians in the room.

“Sirs ... My name is Jane Shepard ... Most of you know me. Me ... as Commander Shepard. I know times have been tough. So, I am here for you wonderful soldiers of Hegemony get paid their proper re ... re ... respect. Please let me demonstrate the only thing an Alliance mouth is good for. I need to learn the proper place for an Alliance Commander in the Batarian Hegemony.

“Slut ... tell them your position, then you can get to the rest, and speak up!!!” Balak growled as let loose a mean swing with his crop that landed right on Shepard’s right buttocks! The Shepard jumped letting out a nice yelp for the Batarians in the room. Who loved the mannerisms from her.

“Sergeant Carak ... is the ranking officer slut ... you know what to do.” Balak ordered again as if he was teaching a pet to do tricks. Shepard exhaled another long-labored breath, simply nodding her head in defeat.

The room got quite the Sergeant raised his hand to the room. Shepard gulped and then slowly walked towards Carak her heels clicking on the hard floor of the barracks and offered her leash to the Sergeant, repeating for Balak’s amusement,” Master Balak’s Comfort Whore ... Commander Jane Shepard ... reporting for duty, Sir.” The words did not make her feel like a commander. She was so humiliated now.

“Is that right, and you are Commander Shepard? The Sergeant said the room was feeling incredibly silent. Shepard was starting to get very aroused as she stood teetering on five inch come fuck me pumps.

“Yes.” “Sir” Shepard barely managed out her voice cracking as it looked like she was about to resist again only to remove that thought from her head when she looked quickly at Balak. Balak was standing straight up with his hands behind his back observing Shepard’s every move. She was trapped.

“So, you would not mind it if I kissed those lovely slutty lips right now?” Carak asked.

“No ... Sir, I would not” Shepard answered softly.

“That is because Alliance lips love sucking on things is that right Commander? “Carak mocked before he reached forward and grabbed Shepard’s ass and squeezed with one of his claws.

Shepard looked over at Balak and then looked at Sergeant Carak and said, “Yy y yes Sir” Shepard barely managed to answer.

“Yes, Sir what slut?” Carak immediately answered while letting his hands roam.

“Yes, Sir Alliance lips are made for sucking Batarian cock.” Shepard said, starting the breath heavier from the Sergeant’s attention.

“Good slut.” Calak answered.

The humiliating admission was making her very wet. She half expected to be thrown over some bed and fucked to within an inch of her life. Batarians were much more patient than she ever knew. Worse, she felt so inferior by how excited she was now. The best she could think of was to hide it from the room somehow.