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The room grew tense as all eyes fell upon Commander Jane Shepard. A smirk danced across Miranda's lips as she revealed, "It's you, Shepard. You're going to be our Normandy pet."

The realization washed over Shepard like a wave of warm, sticky anticipation. Despite the initial shock, she found her body responding to the idea, her nipples stiffening and a dampness blossoming between her legs.

The women around her watched with hungry gazes, noticing her involuntary reaction. Liara's blue-skinned hand slid across the table, her long, slender fingers brushing against Shepard's. "You'll find it... fulfilling," she murmured seductively, her biotic powers crackling faintly in the air.

The thought of being at the mercy of these powerful, beautiful women, catering to their every whim and desire, sent a shiver down Shepard's spine. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached down to her utility belt, unbuckling it with a quiet click. Slowly, she began to strip, revealing her toned body and ample breasts, which bounced slightly with each article of clothing that fell to the floor. The room grew hotter as each layer was discarded, until finally she was naked before them, her sex glistening with the promise of what was to come.

"Hold on." Shepard protested, her voice laced with a hint of excitement despite herself. "I didn't agree to this." She looked around the room, her eyes darting from one eager face to the next, each woman seemingly more eager to claim their new pet than the last. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to grasp the reality of the situation. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and she couldn't help but notice the way her own body was responding, betraying her apprehension with a slickness between her thighs. The women leaned in closer, their eyes glinting with a predatory hunger that made her quiver.

Miranda leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile curving her lips as she took in Shepard's exposed form. "You're right, Shepard, you didn't explicitly agree," she purred, her voice like velvet, "but your body seems quite eager to embrace the role." She gestured to Shepard's aroused state, her own chest heaving with excitement beneath her tight, form-fitting uniform. "Besides, we all know that you're the most capable of handling this... responsibility."

The other women nodded in agreement, their eyes feasting on the naked commander, each imagining the ways they would use her to sate their desires. The tension in the room grew palpable, like a living entity, wrapping around them all and tightening with every passing moment. The thought of her newfound servitude was both terrifying and exhilarating to Shepard, and she felt a strange thrill at the power dynamics that were about to unfold. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling, the tips of her nipples hard as diamonds.

"Now," Miranda continued, her eyes gleaming with lustful intent, "let's get you properly accustomed to your new role." She snapped her fingers and a collar with a leash attached materialized in her hand, the metal cool and heavy. "Kneel," she ordered,

Despite her protests, Shepard felt her body respond, dropping to her knees before the group of powerful women. The collar was placed around her neck, the leather snug and secure, and the leash was handed to Samara, who gave it a gentle tug, pulling Shepard closer to her.

The touch of the leather was electric, sending a jolt of pure, undeniable lust through Shepard's core. She whimpered softly, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt the women's hands begin to explore her, each one claiming a piece of her to possess and cherish. The reality of her new life was setting in, and she knew there was no turning back.

"Your name is Pet." Samara told her.

"Pet?" Shepard echoed, her voice a mix of disbelief and arousal as she looked up into Samara's fiery eyes. The collar felt surprisingly natural around her neck, the weight of it grounding her in the reality of her new role. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the movement, and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.

The leash was tugged again, a silent command for her to move closer to Samara. Shepard's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but she found her body moving almost of its own accord, drawn to the seductive power that emanated from the other woman. As she approached, she felt the heat of Samara's body, smelled the faint scent of her desire, and watched as the biotic's eyes traveled down her body, lingering on the soft swell of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, and the delicate curls that guarded her sex. "

What...what does being 'Pet' entail?" she asked, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.

The women around the table exchanged knowing glances, a collective smile playing on their lips as they watched Shepard's transformation. Samara leaned in, her hand coming up to stroke the side of Shepard's face, her thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "You're here to serve us, to pleasure us in any way we wish," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "You're to be obedient and eager, always ready to perform your duties as our personal pet."

The word 'pet' resonated in Shepard's mind, sending a thrill of submission through her body. Despite her reservations, she felt a strange sense of belonging, of purpose, as she knelt before them. Her pussy grew wetter, the folds of her labia swelling with need as the reality of her new role sank in. The leash was tightened further, and she felt the gentle pressure against her throat, a constant reminder of her subservience to the females of the Normandy.

The other women began to strip, revealing their diverse and tantalizing forms. From Ashley's athletic physique to Liara's slender, alien beauty, each of them was a feast for the eyes. Shepard couldn't help but stare, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of their naked bodies. They moved around her, each one touching her in some way, a hand on her shoulder, a finger trailing down her spine, a foot nudging her inner thighs apart.

Miranda stepped closer, her own breasts heavy and full, her nipples dark and erect. "Your first lesson," she said, her voice a purr, "is to learn the art of pleasing multiple partners simultaneously." She straddled Shepard's lap, her wet pussy pressing against the commander's stomach. "Show us how eager you are to be our pet, Shepard."

The room was a cacophony of sighs and whispers as the other women gathered around, eager to watch the new pet perform. Shepard felt her cheeks flush with both embarrassment and excitement as she reached up, her hands trembling slightly, and took Miranda's breasts in her hands. She began to knead and squeeze the soft mounds, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive peaks. Miranda's head fell back with a moan, and Shepard felt a sense of pride swell within her, knowing she had the power to bring pleasure to her new mistresses.

Tali approached, her own breasts bouncing slightly as she walked. "Pet," she whispered, "show us what you can do with your mouth."

Without hesitation, Shepard leaned forward, her eyes locked on Tali's, and took one of the quarian's nipples into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. Tali gasped, her hand coming up to grip the back of Shepard's head, guiding her deeper into the wet embrace of her flesh. The sensation of the alien skin, the taste of her, was new and exotic, and Shepard felt her arousal spike even higher.