A Grand Show

The Consort undid the ankle cuffs as she grabbed a hold of her waist, pulling her legs back. “Make sure to get all of this in detail, EDI.”

EDI nodded. “The footage will automatically enhance to give the audience the most optimal viewing.”

“Very good,” the Consort said as her nimble fingers reached down to Shepard’s bare lips and took hold of them, spreading them with her fingers. “Take a good look at your commander, everyone. You’ll probably only get to see this once.”

Shepard squirmed as the Consort spread her wide open. The Consort’s finger brushed against Shepard’s labia. “Wait… that’s interesting… your hymen is still intact,” she said. “I would have thought that would have been long gone considering…”

Shepard blushed. “We never… actually penetrated,” Shepard squirmed. “Never… did it.”

“I see,” the Consort said. “So you’re still a virgin. Although not your first rodeo. That’s okay. But I guess I should be kind to you and let you keep that intact then. That changes my approach a bit. Although…”

The Consort’s fingers lowered to Shepard’s butt cheeks and pulled them apart. “Oh… so you’ve never had vaginal penetration, but it seems… you have had anal penetration. And here I thought you’d top every time. Although considering you chose to be submissive… tell us Shepard, do you top, bottom, or switch?”

“Bottom,” Shepard said. “Every time.”

“Interesting,” the Consort said. “How curious. I never would have guessed. You like being submissive?”

Shepard nodded, face burning red. “Yes, mistress. I do.”

“Hmmm,” the Consort said. “I see. Well… I suppose if that’s what you want…”

The Consort reset the bonds so that Shepard was laying with her knees on the bed, arms stretched out, chest down. “No…”

“Shepard, I remind you that you agreed to this,” the Consort said as she rubbed lube around Shepard’s anus.

Shepard’s butt hole twitched and winked. “Mistress, please… n-not in front of…”

The Consort inserted the tip of the strap-on inside. Shepard gasped in surprise, her butt cheeks spreading wide open as the large strap-on made its way inside of her. Shepard let out a moan as the Consort thrusted her hips moving the phallic object in and out, back and forth as everyone watched intently.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Shepard gasped as Sha’ira spanked her to the rhythm of her thrusts, her bottom glowed red in response. Shepard couldn’t help but moan despite knowing that people were watching. Just before Shepard would have orgasmed, though, Sha’ira pulled out. “Mistress, NO!” Shepard cried not believing that the satisfaction was taken away so quickly.

The Consort smiled as she unbound Shepard. “Time’s up. Sorry you couldn’t cum in time. But, a deal is a deal. You can take Miss Lawson and leave.”

Shepard’s eyes widened as the Consort pushed her out of the apartment. “Wait… my clothes…”

“Shhh. Just go. You don’t need these rags,” the Consort whispered as she smacked Shepard’s butt cheek. “Go now. That’s an order.”

Shepard couldn’t believe it as the door shut behind them. Shepard was the only one naked as she whimpered. The door locked behind them. “I’m sorry, Shepard,” Miranda said, face red.

“L-let’s just go before this gets worse,” Shepard said, praying she wouldn’t get stopped by anyone as they headed to the rapid transit.