Begin Training

"I'll train the Cheerleader!" Jack said quickly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've always wanted to see if I could whip someone like you into shape."

Shepard couldn't help but laugh at Jack's words, despite the seriousness of the situation. She knew that Jack was trying to lighten the mood, and she appreciated it. Miranda, too, seemed to relax slightly, her expression softening as she looked at Jack.

Very well, Jack," Liara said, her voice calm and measured, a subtle hint of warning underlying her words. "But remember, they volunteered for this. Do not go too far." Her eyes flicked to Shepard and Miranda, who stood side by side, their collars glinting in the soft light of the room. Jack's grin faltered for a moment, before she nodded, a mischievous spark still dancing in her eye.

Samara, who had been watching the exchange, nodded in approval. "I will oversee the training, ensure that it remains... productive." Her gaze swept over Shepard and Miranda, her expression unreadable. "Let us begin"

Samara led the way to the training room, where she had already set up various equipment for the training. The room was dimly lit, with a single spotlight illuminating the center of the room. The air was thick with anticipation as Shepard and Miranda followed Samara, their collars glinting in the soft light of the room.

As they entered the room, Samara turned to face them. "I expect you both to give your best during the training. This is not a game, this is a way to prove your loyalty and obedience to the Normandy and its crew." She said with a stern voice.

Samara's eyes seemed to bore into their souls as she began to pace around the room, her long strides eating up the distance. "The first lesson is obedience. You will learn to respond to commands without hesitation or question." She stopped in front of Shepard, her gaze locking onto the collar around her neck. "You will start by learning to walk on a leash."

Shepard felt a shiver run down her spine as Samara produced a slender leash from a nearby cabinet. The leash was made of a supple, black material that seemed to absorb the light around it. Samara attached one end to Shepard's collar, the click of the clasp echoing through the room.

As Samara finished attaching the leash to Shepard's collar, Jack stepped forward, a sly grin spreading across her face. She reached for a second leash, her eyes locked onto Miranda's, and attached it to the collar around her neck. Miranda's eyes flashed with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as Jack leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I can't wait to sit on your face," Jack whispered, her breath sending a shiver down Miranda's spine. Miranda's cheeks flushed with a subtle blush, but she didn't pull away, her eyes never leaving Jack's.

Samara's eyes flicked to Shepard, her gaze expectant. "Let us begin," she said, her voice low and even. "I want you to walk beside me, Shepard. Keep the leash taut, but do not pull on it. You must learn to respond to the subtle cues of the handler."

Shepard nodded, her heart beating slightly faster as she felt the weight of the leash against her neck. She took a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of the cool metal against her skin. Samara began to move forward, her long strides eating up the distance. Shepard followed, her eyes fixed on the asari's back as she struggled to keep the leash taut.

Jack pulled Miranda's leash, causing the other woman to stumble slightly before regaining her balance. "Come on, Cheerleader," Jack said, her voice low and teasing. "Let's see what you've got."

Miranda glared at Jack, her eyes narrowing as she struggled to maintain her composure. "I am not a cheerleader," she said through gritted teeth. "And I don't appreciate being treated like one."

"My apologies." Jack grinned. "I meant to call you Pet." Miranda's eyes flashed with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, but she didn't respond, her gaze fixed on the floor as she struggled to maintain her composure. Jack's grin faltered for a moment, before she leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're going to have to get used to it, Pet. That's what you are now."

Miranda's cheeks flushed with a subtle blush, but she didn't pull away, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Samara's eyes flicked to the exchange, her gaze expectant. "Let us focus on the training," she said, her voice low and even.

As Samara continued to pace, Shepard focused on maintaining a steady gait, her eyes fixed on the asari's back. The leash remained taut, but not tight, just as Samara had instructed. Shepard's senses were heightened, her awareness of the room and its occupants acute. She could feel Miranda's gaze on her, sense the tension in the other woman's body as she struggled to keep pace with Jack's teasing.

Samara's long strides began to slow, and Shepard adjusted her pace accordingly, her eyes never leaving the asari's back.

Samara's long strides began to slow, and Shepard adjusted her pace accordingly. The room was silent, the only sound the soft clinking of the leashes and the quiet hum of the ship's engines.

Samara came to a stop in front of a large, padded mat. She turned to face Shepard and Miranda, her expression serious. "On this mat, you will learn to respond to commands," she said. "Jack, you will be responsible for Miranda's training. I expect you to push her, but not to the point of breaking. Understood?"

Jack nodded, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Yes, Samara," she said. "I won't push her too far. That would ruin the fun." She smirked.

Samara turned to Shepard. "Shepard, you will continue to practice your obedience training with me. Follow me to the center of the mat." Shepard followed Samara to the mat, her heart beating faster as she felt the weight of the collar against her neck. She stood next to Samara, her eyes fixed on the asari's face as she waited for her next instruction.

Meanwhile, Jack and Miranda faced each other, their leashes held loosely in Jack's hand. "Okay, Pet," Jack said, her voice low and teasing. "Let's see if you can follow instructions." Miranda's eyes flashed with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, but she didn't pull away, her gaze fixed on Jack's face.

Samara's eyes locked onto Shepard's, her gaze piercing as she spoke in a low, measured tone. "Kneel, Shepard." Shepard's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with the implications of her actions, before slowly sinking to her knees. The mat was soft beneath her, but she could feel the weight of the collar digging into her skin as she looked up at Samara.

Meanwhile, Jack's eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned to Miranda. "Pet, I want you to crawl to me," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.