Next Stage of Training

As Shepard's gaze locked with Liara's, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, the sweetness of the candy still lingering on her tongue. Liara's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she nodded slightly, as if acknowledging Shepard's compliance. "Now, pet," Liara said, her voice low and soothing, "it's time for the next stage of your training."

Shepard's eyes widened slightly, her heart beating just a fraction faster as she wondered what this new stage would entail. Liara's smile was reassuring, but Shepard couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation that had been building inside her since she first agreed to become the Normandy's naked pet.

Liara's grip on Shepard's hand was gentle but firm, her fingers intertwined with Shepard's as she led her out of the room. The soft rustle of Liara's uniform and the quiet hum of the ship's engines were the only sounds that accompanied them as they walked. Shepard's eyes were fixed on Liara's back, her gaze tracing the contours of Liara's uniform as they moved.

As they turned a corner, Shepard caught sight of Ashley Williams, who was standing with her arms crossed, a look of stern concentration etched on her face. Her eyes flicked to Shepard, and a small smile played on her lips. "Ah, good timing," Ashley said, her voice firm but friendly. "Pets need to be in good shape, so I am in charge of keeping you looking fit and toned, Pet." Ashley's gaze swept over Shepard's naked body, her eyes lingering on the curves of her breasts and the contours of her hips. "So, you're going to be working out."

Shepard felt a flutter in her chest as Ashley's words hung in the air, her mind racing with the implications of what was to come. She had always been physically fit, but the idea of being **** to exercise in the nude was a daunting one. Liara's grip on her hand tightened slightly, as if sensing her unease, and Shepard felt a surge of reassurance at the gentle pressure.

Ashley's eyes lingered on Shepard's body for a moment longer, her gaze scrutinizing every curve and contour. Shepard felt a shiver run down her spine as Ashley's eyes met hers, a small smile still playing on her lips. "Let's get started, Pet," Ashley said, her voice firm but not unkind. "We'll begin with some light cardio to get your heart rate up."

Liara's grip on Shepard's hand tightened slightly, and she gave it a reassuring squeeze before releasing it. "I'll leave you in Ashley's capable hands, Pet," Liara said, her voice soothing. "Remember to follow instructions and don't hesitate to ask for help if you need it."

Ashley's eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement as she gestured towards the treadmill, its sleek surface gleaming in the soft light of the ship's gym. "Alright, Pet, let's get started. I want you to jog at a moderate pace for the next 10 minutes. We'll take it slow to begin with, and then gradually increase the intensity." Her voice was firm but not unkind, and Shepard felt a surge of determination as she nodded, her eyes fixed on the treadmill.

As Ashley stepped aside, Shepard climbed onto the treadmill, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cool surface.

As Shepard's feet touched the treadmill's surface, Ashley's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze scrutinizing every detail of Shepard's posture and alignment. "Remember to keep your back straight and your core engaged, Pet," Ashley instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. Shepard nodded, her eyes fixed on the treadmill's control panel as she fumbled for the start button.

The treadmill's gentle hum grew louder as it sprang to life, and Shepard's feet began to move in a slow, deliberate jog. Ashley's eyes tracked Shepard's movements, her gaze flicking from her feet to her hips to her shoulders, searching for any sign of imbalance or weakness.

As Shepard's feet settled into a steady rhythm, Ashley's gaze continued to scrutinize every detail of her posture and alignment. "Remember to breathe deeply and naturally, Pet," Ashley instructed, her voice calm and soothing. Shepard nodded, her eyes fixed on the treadmill's control panel as she focused on her breathing. The gentle hum of the treadmill and the soft whoosh of the air recycling system created a calming background noise, and Shepard felt her tension ease slightly as she settled into the exercise.

Ashley's eyes flicked to the treadmill's display, where Shepard's heart rate and pace were being tracked. "Good, Pet, you're doing well," Ashley said, her voice encouraging.

As Shepard continued to jog on the treadmill, the gentle hum of the machine and the soft whoosh of the air recycling system created a calming background noise. Ashley's eyes remained fixed on the display, tracking Shepard's heart rate and pace with a keen interest. The door to the gym slid open, and Samantha Traynor walked in, her eyes scanning the room before coming to rest on Shepard's naked form.

Samantha's gaze lingered on Shepard's body, her eyes tracing the curves of her breasts and the contours of her hips. Ashley noticed Samantha's arrival and nodded in greeting, her eyes never leaving the display. "Samantha, perfect timing," Ashley said, her voice calm and professional.

Samantha's eyes sparkled with interest as she approached the treadmill, her gaze never leaving Shepard's body. "How's the training going, Ashley?" she asked, her voice low and smooth. Ashley's eyes flicked up from the display, a small smile playing on her lips. "She's doing well, Samantha. We're just getting started with some light cardio."

Samantha's gaze lingered on Shepard's breasts, her eyes tracing the gentle bounce of her movements. "I see," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Well, I think I'll just observe for a bit. Mind if I join you?" Ashley shook her head, her eyes never leaving the display.

Samantha's eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned against the wall, her gaze never leaving Shepard's body. Ashley's eyes flicked up from the display, a small smile playing on her lips. "Feel free to observe, Samantha. I'm just getting started with Pet's training." Samantha nodded, her eyes tracing the curves of Shepard's breasts as she jogged on the treadmill.

As the minutes ticked by, Shepard's breathing grew more labored, her chest heaving with each step. Ashley's eyes remained fixed on the display, tracking Shepard's heart rate and pace with a keen interest. "Good, Pet, you're doing well," Ashley said, her voice encouraging.