She doesn't have a choice

Flushing furiously, Ava turned herself around. She stared at the wall, trying to forget that she was displaying herself-

“Damn,” Sara said appreciatively, surveying her toned ass. “You work out.”

It wasn’t easy with Sara making comments like that. Ava resolutely stared ahead, trying to at least seem like she had some semblance of control.

Not that she did. Instead she’d gone from the Time Bureau’s Director to a cheap bit of eye candy, stripped down and posed for Sara’s amusement.

“Can barely even see the stick you must’ve got shoved up there,” Sara said.

She blushed, glad Sara couldn’t see her face.

“Bend over,” Sara said.

What was one more humiliation? Ava obeyed, leaning forwards a bit more, sticking her ass out and earning a complimentary whistle.

She squeezed her eyes shut, just waiting for it to be over.

Being dropped onto the bridge naked had been bad enough, but now to not even be allowed to preserve what decency she could was awful. She shivered slightly.

“Ok, you can turn back around,” Sara said.

Red-faced, Ava obeyed, getting all the more flustered when the crew of the Waverider came into view. Sara was still openly enjoying herself, Mick leering, Stein and Jax both taking full advantage of the sight; Amaya had a glint of lust in her eye, as much as any of the men, and whatever guilt Zari might once have felt seemed to be thoroughly gone.

“I did what you want,” Ava said. She hated how her voice trembled from the humiliation. “Let me go now. Please.”

“What do you guys think?” Sara said. She glanced side to side, at her crew. “Good enough, or should we keep Agent Pain-in-the-Butt around a little longer?”

“Please,” Ava said again.

That time she didn’t even try to hide her desperation, her tone needy, and she almost physically squirmed. All she had were the hands covering her slit, the only part of herself that hadn’t been exposed.

So it was rather unsurprising when all eyes on the Waverider went to that one spot.

“No,” Ava said, more a beg than a statement. “I showed you everything else, let me have one thing, please.”

“Why should we?” Sara said.

Ava faltered. She swallowed, trying to stop tears of humiliation from welling up. Damn it, no, she would not cry, not for Sara, not from this.

“Do you promise?” Ava said, eventually. “This one thing, and you let me call the Bureau?”

“Sure,” Sara said.

“Please,” Ava said. “For real this time. Just let this be over.”

“You heard me,” Sara said. “Stop delaying.”

Ava stared at them, trying to gauge if they were being genuine, if this was really worth it. But then it wasn’t as though she had any alternatives.

And, well, she’d come this far.

Hands shaking, Ava moved them to her sides, baring her pussy to the ship. She almost whimpered under the multiple pairs of eyes, feeling each as much as she would physical contact.