Chapter 4: The Subordinates’ Sluts

After they got back to the Citadel that day. Javik made Miranda sleep in Shepard’s cabin. They were to make out all day long whenever they got a chance and were to give each other a set amount of orgasms or face punishment from Javik. Shepard already given one of Javik’s punishment kissed Miranda in earnest.

He allowed them to basically act on the honor code the first two days, but were surprised when the order came through their omni-tools.

“Inform Diana Allers whenever you are going to perform your sisterly duties, so she can direct and film you. Make sure to follow her direction, and make sure you perform to my satisfaction, or we will start recording your sessions in a more public place.”

Diana Allers! He got to Diana Allers! But if she knows ... how many people know what is going on” Shepard cried out in panic.

“Oh stop it, he most likely got to her the way he got us, and she will sleep with anyone, Oh do I have stories about some of her other postings. He probably thinks it is humorous to have one of our lowly subordinates boss us around, telling us what to do. I am getting wet just thinking about it.” Miranda cooed like a nymphomaniac Pornstar.

Shepard nodded her head blushing deep red at the thought of some more carnal activity. She had not seen her girlfriend in quiete some time. She was attached at Javik’s side wherever he walked. Javik made it a point to show Shepard, her love, belonged to him, as to she, and anyone else he desires.

Five Minutes Later...

Shepard’s cabin door opened, and Diana Allers walked in dressed like a Dominatrix, with black high heels that were silver on the bottom side a set of fishnet stockings a corset with an opening for her sex and ass, as well as her breast which had two x’s taped on them with black tape. Hovering above her were two drones, one for filming of course and another carrying a container.

One of the drones flew past her and onto the bed behind Miranda and Shepard. the container opened and inside were various articles of clothing, none of them conservative.

Diana Allers strode into Shepard’s cabin with an air of confidence, her dominatrix outfit leaving little to the imagination. Her eyes raked over Shepard and Miranda’s forms as a predatory smile spread across her face.

“Well, well,” Diana purred, “Looks like the mighty Commander Shepard and her perfect little sidekick are ready for their close-up.”

Shepard and Miranda exchanged nervous glances, both blushing deeply at Diana’s scrutiny.

“Now then,” Diana continued, gesturing to the container of skimpy outfits, “Let’s get you two dolled up properly. I want you looking like the obedient little fucktoys you are for the camera.”

She tossed a barely-there schoolgirl outfit to Shepard and a revealing nurse costume to Miranda. “Put these on. And make it sexy - I want to see you undress each other first.”

Shepard hesitated, her face burning with humiliation. “Diana, please ... do we really have to-”

“Ah ah,” Diana cut her off, wagging a finger. “No backtalk from the talent. Unless you’d prefer I film you in the mess hall instead?”

Shepard’s eyes widened in horror at the thought. Silently, she nodded her acquiescence.

“Good girl,” Diana smirked. “Now strip for the camera. And remember - the more convincing your performance, the happier our new Master will be.”

Shepard and Miranda exchanged nervous glances before slowly beginning to undress each other. Their hands trembled slightly as they unbuttoned blouses and unzipped skirts, revealing more and more bare skin to Diana’s hungry gaze and the hovering camera drones.

“That’s it, nice and slow,” Diana purred encouragingly. “Really put on a show for us.”

Blushing furiously, Shepard slid Miranda’s shirt off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts. She hesitated for just a moment before leaning in to place a soft kiss on Miranda’s collarbone. Miranda shivered at the touch, her own hands moving to caress Shepard’s newly exposed skin.

“Mmm, very nice,” Diana commented. “Now kiss her properly, Commander. Show us how much you want her.”

Shepard’s face burned with humiliation, but she obeyed, capturing Miranda’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Miranda responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with Shepard’s as her hands roamed the commander’s body.

Diana circled them slowly, directing the camera drones to capture every angle of their intimate embrace. “Perfect,” she murmured. “Now let’s get those costumes on. I want to see the great Commander Shepard dressed up like a naughty schoolgirl.”

Shepard broke away from the kiss, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

With shaking hands, Shepard reached for the tiny plaid skirt and white blouse that made up the schoolgirl costume. She slipped on the skirt, which barely covered her ass, and buttoned up the tight blouse that strained against her breasts. Miranda donned the revealing nurse outfit, the short white dress hugging her curves.

“Mmm, perfect,” Diana purred, circling them with predatory eyes. “Now then, let’s start with a little roleplay. Nurse Miranda, why don’t you give our naughty schoolgirl a thorough examination?”

Miranda hesitated for just a moment before slipping into character. “Well now, Miss Shepard,” she said in a sultry voice, “I hear you’ve been a very bad girl. Let’s take a look at you, shall we?”

She guided Shepard to sit on the edge of the bed, standing between her spread legs. Miranda’s hands roamed over Shepard’s body, ostensibly checking her health but lingering on her breasts and thighs.

“Oh my,” Miranda tsked, “Your heart rate seems elevated. And you’re flushed. I think we need to investigate further.”

Her hand slid up Shepard’s inner thigh, disappearing under the short skirt. Shepard gasped as Miranda’s fingers brushed against her already wet pussy.

“Just as I suspected,” Miranda smirked. “You’re positively dripping. What a naughty girly little tramp” Miranda leaned into her part and started rubbing Shepard’s ass possessively with one hand while snaking her finger into Shepard sex with the other.

“Good ... Good ... now fingerbang that bitch hard and make her confess her sins!” Diana Allers said with a tone of lust.

Miranda’s fingers plunged deeper into Shepard’s wet heat, pumping in and out at a frenzied pace. Shepard gasped and moaned, her hips bucking against Miranda’s hand.

“Oh god,” Shepard cried out. “Please ... don’t stop!”

“Confess your sins, you naughty girl,” Miranda purred, curling her fingers to hit Shepard’s most sensitive spots. “Tell us all the dirty things you’ve done.”

Shepard whimpered, torn between shame and overwhelming pleasure. “I ... I’ve been such a bad girl,” she moaned. “I let aliens use me like a common whore. I came without permission. I begged for more even when I knew I shouldn’t.”

“That’s it,” Diana encouraged, zooming in with one of the camera drones. “Give us all the juicy details. What else have you done, Commander?”

“I ... I pleasured myself thinking about Javik dominating me,” Shepard confessed, her face burning. “I got wet watching him use Liara and Miranda. Oh god, I’m such a slut!”

Miranda increased her pace, adding a third finger and using her thumb to rub Shepard’s clit. “You certainly are,” she agreed. “A filthy little slut who needs to be punished.”

Shepard was right on the edge, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. “Please,” she begged.

“Nu uh, that is up to Mistress Allers if you cum bitch!” Miranda said fingering her harder knowing if she cums without permission that she will have to serve another punishment again.

“That’s right,” Diana purred, circling the pair with a predatory gaze. “You don’t cum without my permission, Commander. Not unless you want another punishment session with our new Master.”

Shepard whimpered, her body trembling on the edge of release as Miranda’s skilled fingers continued their relentless assault. “Please,” she begged. “Please let me cum, Mistress Allers!”

Diana pretended to consider it for a moment, enjoying the sight of the once-proud Commander reduced to a quivering, pleading mess. “Hmm, I don’t know. Have you really earned it?”

“Yes! Yes, I’ve been such a good girl,” Shepard gasped. “I’ll do anything, please!”

“Anything?” Diana’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight. “Well then, why don’t you show us just how sorry you are for being such a naughty slut? Get on your knees and worship Nurse Miranda’s pussy with that talented tongue of yours.”

Shepard didn’t hesitate, dropping to her knees in front of Miranda. She pushed up the short white dress, revealing Miranda’s lack of underwear. Without further prompting, Shepard buried her face between Miranda’s thighs, lapping eagerly at her dripping folds.

Miranda moaned, tangling her fingers in Shepard’s hair. “Oh yes, that’s it. Such a good little pussy licker.”

Diana directed the camera drones to get a close up of Shepard’s tongue lapping up Miranda’s pussy. The agent’s moans were getting louder the more furious Shepard ate her out. “Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! I am so close”

“Nu uh slut! You have to ask permission too!” Diana barked.

“Yes Mistress ... Oh Fuck may I cum Mistress may I!” Miranda pathetically called out barely able to contain herself.

Diana’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she watched Miranda struggle to hold back her orgasm. “Not yet, my little nurse slut,” she purred. “I want to see you really beg for it.”

Miranda whimpered, her fingers tightening in Shepard’s hair as the Commander’s skilled tongue continued its relentless assault on her throbbing clit. “Please, Mistress Allers,” she gasped. “I need it so badly. I’ve been such a good girl, haven’t I?”

“Have you?” Diana circled them slowly, drinking in the sight of the two powerful women reduced to quivering messes under her control. “Tell me how much you crave it. Tell me what a dirty little whore you are.”

“I’m a filthy slut,” Miranda moaned, her hips bucking against Shepard’s face. “A dirty whore who loves being used. Please, Mistress, I need to cum so badly. I’ll do anything!”

Diana smirked, enjoying their desperation. “Very well. You may cum, nurse. But make it a good show for the cameras.”

With a cry of relief, Miranda let herself go, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She ground herself shamelessly against Shepard’s eager mouth, riding out her climax as the camera drones captured every moment of her ecstasy.

As Miranda’s tremors subsided, Diana turned her attention back to Shepard, still knowing she has not cummed.

“No ... No ... you do not get to cum yet, I want you crawl over to me and lean down to suckle the top of my foot, I want to feel the devotion you have for your Mistress” Diana ordered with a wicked glint in her eyes.

Shepard hesitated for just a moment, her face flushed with arousal and shame. But she knew better than to disobey. Slowly, she crawled across the floor towards Diana, her short skirt riding up to reveal her dripping sex.

When she reached Diana’s feet, Shepard lowered her head submissively. She gently took the top of Diana’s high-heeled foot into her mouth, her tongue caressing the smooth leather as she suckled obediently.

“That’s it,” Diana purred, reaching down to stroke Shepard’s hair. “Such a good little pet. Show me how devoted you are.”

Shepard whimpered softly around Diana’s foot, her body trembling with need. She could feel her juices trickling down her thighs as she worshipped Diana’s shoe.

“Now then,” Diana said after a few moments, “I think you’ve earned your reward. But first, I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me how badly you need to cum, Commander.”

Shepard released Diana’s foot, looking up at her with pleading eyes. “Please, Mistress Allers,” she gasped. “I need it so badly. I’ve been such a good girl, haven’t I? Please let me cum!”

Diana smirked, enjoying Shepard’s desperation. “Very well. You may cum, pet. But only if Miranda makes you cum with her mouth. And I want to hear you scream. “Oh don’t you dare stop kissing them. I want you to know who gave you this privilege”

Shepard whimpered in need, her lips still pressed against Diana’s foot as she looked up pleadingly. Miranda quickly moved into position behind Shepard, pushing her skirt up to fully expose her dripping sex.

“That’s it,” Diana purred, “Worship my feet while Miranda pleasures you. Let’s see how loud we can make the great Commander scream.”

Miranda wasted no time, burying her face between Shepard’s thighs and lapping eagerly at her swollen folds. Shepard moaned around Diana’s foot, her hips bucking involuntarily against Miranda’s skilled tongue.

“Oh yes,” Diana encouraged, “Let it all out, Commander. Show us what a wanton little slut you really are.”

Shepard was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind reeling from the dual sensations of worshipping Diana’s feet while Miranda’s tongue worked magic on her aching pussy. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly, her thighs trembling as she teetered on the edge.

“Please,” she gasped, breaking away from Diana’s foot for just a moment. “Please, Mistress Allers, may I cum?”

Diana smirked, enjoying Shepard’s desperation. “Yes, pet. Cum for me. Cum hard and scream my name for all to hear.”

With a final swirl of Miranda’s tongue across her clit, Shepard shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves. Shepard’s pussy exploded in a torrent of juices all over Miranda’s face. As the two sexy ladies caught their breath.

“Now, over there make out and clean every single drop of your juices off each other, make it sexy, make it hot, or I will start inviting the crew in here.”

Shepard and Miranda quickly moved to obey Diana’s command, both eager to avoid further punishment. They came together in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing as they tasted themselves on each other’s lips.

Miranda’s hands roamed over Shepard’s body, caressing her curves through the skimpy schoolgirl outfit. Shepard moaned into the kiss, her own fingers tangling in Miranda’s hair.

Slowly, they began to lick and suck at each other’s skin, cleaning away the traces of their arousal. Shepard trailed her tongue along Miranda’s jaw and down her neck, savoring the salty-sweet taste of sweat and sex. Miranda, in turn, lapped at Shepard’s collarbone and the swell of her breasts above the tight blouse.

“That’s it,” Diana purred, directing the camera drones to capture every angle. “Put on a good show for us. Really sell how much you want each other.”

Spurred on by Diana’s words, Shepard and Miranda’s ministrations grew more heated. Shepard pushed Miranda’s nurse outfit off her shoulders, baring her perfect breasts. She took one hardened nipple into her mouth, suckling eagerly as Miranda gasped in pleasure.

Not to be outdone, Miranda’s hands slid under Shepard’s short skirt, caressing her firm ass before dipping between her thighs. Shepard whimpered as Miranda’s fingers found her still-sensitive clit.

Shepard and Miranda quickly moved to obey Diana’s command, both eager to avoid further punishment. They came together in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing as they tasted themselves on each other’s lips.

Miranda’s hands roamed over Shepard’s body, caressing her curves through the skimpy schoolgirl outfit. Shepard moaned into the kiss, her own fingers tangling in Miranda’s hair.

Slowly, they began to lick and suck at each other’s skin, cleaning away the traces of their arousal. Shepard trailed her tongue along Miranda’s jaw and down her neck, savoring the salty-sweet taste of sweat and sex. Miranda, in turn, lapped at Shepard’s collarbone and the swell of her breasts above the tight blouse.

“That’s it,” Diana purred, directing the camera drones to capture every angle. “Put on a good show for us. Really sell how much you want each other.”

Spurred on by Diana’s words, Shepard and Miranda’s ministrations grew more heated. Shepard pushed Miranda’s nurse outfit off her shoulders, baring her perfect breasts. She took one hardened nipple into her mouth, suckling eagerly as Miranda gasped in pleasure.

Not to be outdone, Miranda’s hands slid under Shepard’s short skirt, caressing her firm ass before dipping between her thighs.

Shepard whimpered as Miranda’s fingers found her still-sensitive clit, teasing the swollen bud with feather-light touches. She arched into the contact, desperate for more friction.

“Oh god, Miranda,” Shepard gasped, breaking away from Miranda’s breast. “Please ... I need more...”

Miranda smirked, enjoying Shepard’s desperation. She slowly pushed two fingers into Shepard’s dripping heat, curling them to hit just the right spot. Shepard cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against Miranda’s hand.

“That’s it,” Diana encouraged, her own arousal evident in her husky voice. “Fuck her good, Miranda. Make her scream for us again.”

Spurred on by Diana’s words, Miranda increased her pace, pumping her fingers in and out of Shepard’s pussy while using her thumb to circle her clit. Shepard was lost in sensation, her mind blank with pleasure as she rode Miranda’s hand.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Shepard chanted, her climax building rapidly. “Miranda, I’m gonna ... I’m gonna...”

“Not yet,” Diana commanded sharply. “Not until I say so. Hold it back, Commander.”

Shepard whimpered in frustration, her body trembling with the effort of denying her release. Miranda didn’t let up, continuing her relentless assault on Shepard’s pussy.

Shepard whimpered in frustration, her body trembling with the effort of denying her release. Miranda didn’t let up, continuing her relentless assault on Shepard’s pussy.

“Please,” Shepard begged, tears of desperation forming in her eyes. “Please, Mistress Allers, may I cum? I need it so badly!”

Diana circled the pair slowly, drinking in the sight of the once-proud Commander reduced to a quivering, pleading mess. “Hmm, I don’t know,” she mused. “Have you really earned it?”

“Yes! Yes, I’ve been such a good girl,” Shepard gasped. “I’ll do anything, please!”

Diana’s eyes gleamed wickedly. “Anything? Well then, why don’t you show us just how sorry you are for being such a naughty slut? Get on your knees and worship my pussy with that talented tongue of yours.”

Without hesitation, Shepard dropped to her knees in front of Diana. She pushed aside the dominatrix outfit, revealing Diana’s dripping sex. Eagerly, Shepard buried her face between Diana’s thighs, lapping hungrily at her folds.

Diana moaned, tangling her fingers in Shepard’s hair. “Oh yes, that’s it. Such a good little pussy licker.”

As Shepard pleasured Diana, Miranda continued to finger-fuck her from behind. Shepard whimpered and moaned hard.

Diana moaned in pleasure as Shepard’s talented tongue worked her dripping folds. She gripped Shepard’s hair tightly, grinding against her face.

“That’s it, Commander,” Diana purred. “Show me what that mouth is really good for.”

Behind Shepard, Miranda continued her relentless assault, fingers pumping in and out of Shepard’s soaked pussy while her thumb circled her clit. Shepard whimpered against Diana’s sex, overwhelmed by sensation.

“Please,” Shepard begged breathlessly, pulling back for just a moment. “Please let me cum, Mistress. I need it so badly.”

Diana pretended to consider it, savoring the sight of the once-proud Commander. “Hmm, I suppose you’ve earned it,” she said finally. “You may cum, pet. But only if you can make me cum first.”

Spurred on by the promise of release, Shepard redoubled her efforts. She sucked Diana’s clit into her mouth, flicking it rapidly with her tongue as she pushed two fingers deep inside her.

Diana cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against Shepard’s face. “Oh fuck, yes! Just like that!”

It didn’t take long before Diana was trembling on the edge of climax. With a final swirl of Shepard’s tongue, she shattered, crying out as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Twenty minutes later...

Diana ordered the pair naked into the 69 position and ordered to eat each other out until Javik comes to retrieve them. Diana smirked as she had the most erotic lesbian experience of her life looking back at the Commander who she just got to use as her bitch, Miranda Lawson too. The drones followed back to her cabin a grin that went from ear to ear plastered on her face.

Javik’s Cabin...

Crawl over here Asari I need your holes while I figure where we want to strike next. “Yes Master Javik” Liara moaned out, her sex was dripping she was in the middle of an intense joining session that lasted the last eight hours, in which she was mercilessly gangbanged by an entire patrol of Protheans. This was the first time she had been brought to reality in quite sometime. Liara was wearing a collar with odd Prothean glyphs upon it.

Liara crawled obediently towards Javik, her body still trembling from the intense joining session she had just experienced. The collar around her neck glowed faintly with Prothean symbols, a constant reminder of her submission to her new master.

Javik lounged in his chair, his eyes roving hungrily over Liara’s naked form as she approached. Without a word, he spread his legs, allowing his twin cocks to spring free from his armor.

Liara licked her lips involuntarily at the sight, her pussy clenching with need. She positioned herself between Javik’s legs, taking one thick shaft into her mouth while her hand wrapped around the other.

As Liara began to pleasure him, Javik activated a holographic display, reviewing potential targets for their next mission. He absently stroked Liara’s crest as she bobbed her head up and down his length.

“Such a good little cocksucker you’ve become, Asari,” Javik purred. “Who would have thought the esteemed Dr. T’Soni would be so eager to serve as my personal fucktoy?”