-Shepard-

The control center was a dark, cozy, room on the third floor of the mansion. It had a cool, blue, tint from the glowing monitors that lined the walls, watching over every room and every floor of the house. A main switchboard ran the length of one wall, and a big, leather, chair sat at its center – the control point for every piece of electronic equipment in the mansion. When Shepard walked in to the room, the cool air conditioning breezing over her arms a welcome change from the heat outside, she immediately peeled her shirt off over the top of her head and tossed it to the floor. She slumped into the chair and let her head fall back, closing her eyes. She hadn't slept in over a day, and even for a commander that wasn't easy.

"Sam?" She called into the shadowy corner of the room, glancing over.

The slim, athletic, figure of her 'pet' came slinking out of the darkness; her head covered in a black latex hood, her lips wrapped around a leather bit gag: a leather bar running across her lower face and strapped around the back of her head. She was collared and leashed to the wall, and as a result couldn't make it much further than the corner of the room.

Shepard sighed. "I told you to have the volus leash you closer to this chair," she said. "When I come in here to relax at the end of a day, I don't want to have to fiddle with collars and locks. You understand me?"

Sam whimpered, lowered her head, and nodded.

Shepard climbed out of the chair, went to the girl, and pushed her up against the wall. Sam's eyes fell upon her, lusting, but Shepard only unlocked the leash from the wall hook and went back to her chair, tugging Sam along behind her. "Get over here you little bitch," Shepard commanded as she leaned back in her chair again. She pulled, hard, on the leash and Sam dropped to her knees beside the chair, gazing lovingly up at her commander. Shepard let a hand fall on her head, peeled off her hood, and ran fingers through the woman's hair. Sam moaned into the bit between her teeth and closed her eyes.

Shepard continued stroking her hair as she flipped a switch on the control panel before her, firing up a dozen monitors on the wall. She squinted and watched them carefully. Miranda Lawson was still where she'd left her in the upstairs bathroom, leashed to the shower wall. Jack was in the dungeon, pressed against a wall, arms chained above her head. Liara was still lying in her bedroom, cuffed to the headboard, a large ballgag strapped around her mouth. Pools of drool darkened the bed sheets at either side of her head.

Shepard laughed. "You had some fun with Ms. T'Soni, didn't you, Sam?"

Sam smiled around the bit and nodded.

"You liked fucking her..."

Sam nodded again.

Shepard considered that, glancing back at the monitor. "Have you ever fantasized about tying me down like that and having your way with me?"

Sam emphatically shook her head and frowned.

"No?" Shepard questioned with a smirk. "Not even once... on one of those long, lonely, nights when I'd leave you locked in some cage. The thought never crossed your mind: 'What if I took control of the commander?'?"

Sam looked away, her lips rubbing the bit between them nervously.

"It's alright, Sam," Shepard assured her. "It's okay to fantasize sometimes. Just know your place and I'll treat you good."

Sam looked back up at her and nodded.

"Now these two..." She said, nodding to the monitor's showing Miranda and Jack. "These two little whores need punishing. They don't know their place yet. They've seemed to take an interest in each other instead of their commander. Isn't that strange?"

"Mmm-hmm," Sam mumbled her agreement.

"And Blue there," she said, staring at Liara on the monitor. "She's too interested in me. She's a conniving little bitch who would do anything to get me into bed. I'm not a big fan of that, either." She sighed. "Problems, problems, problems... What am I to do with these girls?"

A moment of silence took the room, and then Sam was tugging gently at her leash and mumbling into her gag. When Shepard glanced down, the dark-skinned girl was gently resting her hands on her boot and looking up at her with a pleading look. "Go ahead then," Shepard told her and shifted the seat so Sam was more directly in front of her. An elated look came across the girl's face, and she was quick to yank off Shepard's boots, take a big whiff of each of them, and set them aside. She then lifted the commander's bare feet onto a footrest and gripped them, digging her thumbs deep into the bottom of them and massaging between the balls and heels of her soles.

"Mmm," Shepard moaned and shifted in the seat to slide further down and get more comfortable.

Sam continued massaging, working her hands around every inch of the commander's feet, her heels, her toes. She grew more and more excited as she worked, her breathing coming in quicker, shallower, pulls.

"Enough," Shepard said after a few minutes, staring down at her pet and biting her lip. "Get over her."

Sam looked disappointed only for a moment as she set Shepard's feet down, but then was quick to crawl forward on her hands and knees until she was right beside her commander. Shepard swung the chair around, took the girl's leash, and pulled her forward until her head was floating between her thighs. She grabbed little fistfuls of Sam's hair and pulled the girl closer, then reached around her head and unstrapped the bit gag. She pulled the bar, dripping with Sam's saliva, from her mouth and tossed it aside. Sam licked her lips, but was too obedient to speak without her commander's permission.

"Hungry?" Shepard asked with a smirk.

Sam nodded.

"Well... eat."

Sam smiled, leaned forward, and unbuckled Shepard's pants. Loosened, they came tugging off her hips with little pulls as Sam wrestled them down around her ankles before removing them completely and tossing them to where her shirt lay in the corner of the room. Sam began pulling down the commander's panties when Shepard's hand flew out and slapped her across the face.

"You know better than that," Shepard said, pointing sternly.

Sam nodded, leaned even closer, took the soft fabric of the panties between her teeth and began tugging them away using only her mouth and neck. Shepard put her hands behind her head and let her legs go limp so Sam could work them all the way down to her ankles and finally rip them free with a shake of her head. The girl's dark hair fell around her face, and for a moment she looked like some wild beast staring up at the commander. Shepard liked that. She picked the leash back up and yanked her forward. Sam, unprepared, stumbled forward on her knees, but caught herself on Shepard's bare thighs. Her mouth hovered above the commander's crotch. Shepard tugged and tugged on the leash, bring the girl in closer and closer.

Then Sam's warm, moist, mouth pressed up against her pussy and the girl's tongue immediately found its way inside her. Shepard moaned and bit her lip. Sam was moaning herself as she spread the commander's thighs a bit wider apart with her hands and continued licking and kissing her vagina. Her tongue found the commander's clitoris, and circled it three times before licking at it. Shepard felt a finger slip inside her, and then another. Her back arched as she slid further down the seat and rested her feet on Sam's shoulders. A third finger slipped inside her, and then the girl was thrusting with her hand as she licked and sucked at Shepard's clit with her mouth.

"Ah!" Shepard cried out, feeling the oncoming rush of warmth overtake her crotch, her thighs, her breasts. She grit her teeth and pulled at Sam's hair as the woman worked her into orgasm, and then it came, rippling through her body wave after wave of intense pleasure. She bucked her hips and moaned as Sam relentlessly worked her over.

Finally, the train slowed, slowed, and stopped.

She felt her body go limp in the chair. Sam lifted her head and wiped at her lips, smiling.

"Oh," Shepard moaned once more, running her forearm across her brow to swipe at the sweat that grew there. Her heart began to slow and her breathing returned to normal. "Good girl," she said, reaching out to stroke Sam's head. "You please your master."

Sam's smile widened. "Thank you, commander."

Shepard frowned. "Did I tell you you could speak?"

"I-" Sam began, but quickly shut her mouth and shook her head instead.

"Disobedience cannot be allowed to go unpunished, can it?" Shepard questioned.

Sam visibly swallowed, but shook her head anyway.

"Then I'll have to punish you," Shepard said. "Your punishment... is to go fuck Liara T'Soni's brains out again."

Sam smiled.

This time, Shepard smiled back. "Go on. You earned it."

Sam stood, leaned in so Shepard could kiss her neck, and then scurried out of the room. Shepard sighed and turned back to the monitors. Having Sam give her oral was... fun and everything. But she'd done it so many times it had lost its spark. She needed something new... even if she had to take it by force...

Miranda and Jack both looked helpless on the monitors.

Shepard put a hand to her chin and thought.

-Ashley-

Her shuttle set down first thing in the morning on the strange, uncharted, world of a system that hung deep at the rim of the galaxy. Ashley had never heard of it, never seen it, and never even knew it existed until a few hours earlier when she was debriefed at Alliance Headquarters. They'd explained that Shepard had been tracked here by a distant credit line claiming the woman had purchased real estate a half year ago. Now Ashley was being sent out to find out if her former commander knew anything about this disappearance of three women she was, conveniently last seen with: Jack, Miranda Lawson, and Liara T'Soni.

Her escort pilot nodded his head as she stepped out of the shuttle. "I'll return to the ship now. Let me know when you're ready to be picked up on the comm channel."

She nodded back. "Sounds good. I shouldn't be longer than an hour or so. I'm sure Shepard has nothing to do with this."

The pilot saluted her, closed the shuttle hatch, and lifted off the planet to return to the Alliance vessel station around the opposite side of the planet's atmosphere.

Ash watched him go, then turned and took in the sights of the planet. It was a gorgeous place, really, filled with vibrant colors of green forests and blue oceans. A dirt trail cut through the woods, took her past a beach path, and finally ended at the foot of a massive flight of stairs that led to the largest, most breathtaking, mansion she'd ever seen.

When she reached the front doors, she took a deep breath and focused. This was her first official 'mission' with the Alliance at her new position. She'd really climbed the ranks in the last few months and didn't want to botch this. She remembered to exercise caution when questioned Shepard. After all, they'd sent her out her so the Alliance wouldn't be suspected of thinking Shepard had committed any crimes... she was a war hero after all.

The big, brass, handles boomed as she knocked on the door.

A few moments passed and then one of the giant monoliths peeled back two feet and a little volus peeked his head around the corner, staring up at her behind the eyes of his breathing suit.

"Oh..." Ashley said, taken aback by the creature. "Hi. I'm Ashley Williams with the Alliance Military. I'm... I'm looking for Commander Shepard. Is... is this where she lives?"

The volus' head cocked to the side and it looked her up and down. She frowned; she never cared much for aliens. "One moment," it said, the voice raspy and distorted beneath the suit and the door closed once again.

Ashley sighed, folded her arms across her chest, and tapped her foot.

A minute later the door opened again, and there she was: her former commander. "Shepard!" Ashley said with a smile.

Shepard smiled back, her eyes widening and her arms opening up for a hug. "Ash!? I didn't believe my servant when he said your name!" She stepped forward and wrapped her still-strong arms around Ashley's shoulders and squeezed. "God... it's been a long time, Chief."

Ash hugged back and nodded. "Yeah... too long, commander."

"What are you doing out here?" Shepard asked when they pulled apart. "How did you even know I lived here?"

Ashley ran a hand through her hair. Now was the time to be tactful. "Oh, well, I missed you, Shepard. I got to thinking about you a while ago... about our times together on the Normandy. I wanted to see you. I... oh, God, forgive me, Shepard. I had one of my buddies in the Alliance Intelligence Agency track you down. I just didn't know if you were alive or dead or what? I wanted to... come see you, that's all. I'm sorry for snooping around like I did. Can you forgive me?"

Shepard smiled. "No need, Ash. You did nothing wrong. And I'm... happy to hear you've been thinking about me. I didn't know I left such an... impact on you." The commander put a hand on her arm and squeezed. "There was something between us, though, wasn't there, Chief?"

Ashley felt a little uncomfortable with that line of questioning. She gently moved her arm away from Shepard's hand and laughed. "Sure, Shepard." She took a deep breath and shrugged. "Soooo... what's up? Can I come in?"

Shepard stared at her for a moment, only a moment, but then a smile came to her face. "Of course, Ash. My home is your home, you know that."

The commander stepped aside and extended her arm. Ashley smiled back at her and walked through the doorway. The interior was just as magnificent as the exterior; elaborately decorated with expensive-looking furniture, carpets, drapes, statues, railings. Ash stood in the center of it all, breathing it in. "Wow, commander," she said. "You must have done pretty well for yourself with you time with Cerberus, huh?"

Shepard laughed. "Cerberus has nothing to do with it, Ash. I'm a self-made woman. I help people all around the galaxy. In turn, they give me favors... credits... all sorts of things. This mansion, my home... these are the fruits of my labors."

Ashley nodded. "Some big fruits." She looked back to Shepard. "You live with a volus now?"

"Oh, not just one. I live with about ten of them," Shepard explained. "They help out around the house. I guess you could say they 'work' for me, though... we have a different kind of relationship then most boss-employee relationships."

"You always did love having your aliens around..."

"And you always did scold me about that," Shepard pointed out and the two shared a laugh.

"So... give me the tour," Ashley said, grinning. "Show me how the rich and fabulous really live. I came all this way to see you, after all."

Shepard laughed again and began leading her through the various halls of the mansion. "I'll give you the tour, Ash. But that's not why you're here."

Ashley glanced at the commander. "Oh no?"

"Nope," Shepard said. "You've been sent here by the Alliance to question me and find out if I had anything to do with the disappearance of Liara T'Soni, Miranda Lawson, and Jack."

Ashley's mouth fell open. "I... why do you... Shepard, I-"

"Come on, Chief Williams," Shepard said. "We get the news out here on the rim the same as you more 'civilized' clusters. I've heard the stories. They all went missing two days ago, right? You're going to tell me it's just convenience that you decided to track me down a mere forty-eight hours after it happened?"

Ashley closed her mouth and sighed. She shouldn't have tried pulling one over on Shepard: the woman was always sharp and on top of her game. "I'm... sorry, Shepard. You're right. I was sent here to find out if you know anything about it."

"Why the lies, Ash?" Shepard asked. "I wouldn't have turned you away. Not you."

Ashley shook her head. "I don't know... I got promoted in the Alliance and this was my first mission... I just didn't want to mess it up. You're right. I should have been honest with you. We were team mates for God's sakes."

"Exactly," Shepard said, nodding. They had reached the second floor and stood before a pair of double doors. "And our time together is more important than anything." She threw open the doors.

Dr. Liara T'Soni laid handcuffed to a mattress, naked, a ballgag in her mouth and a girl in a black, latex suit standing over her wearing a strap-on.

Ashley cursed and stumbled into the room, digging into her jacket pocket for her pistol. She found it, ripped it out, and aimed at the latex-covered girl. "F-FREEZE!" She screamed, backing into the corner of the bedroom, keeping her eyes wide and alert of her surroundings. "GET AWAY FROM HER!"

Liara was thrashing around on the bed, mumbling and grunting into the gag in her mouth.

"Ash, relax," Shepard said.

"Put your fucking hands up, Shepard! I don't what the fuck is going on here!" Ashley demanded, aiming the gun at her former commander.

Shepard rolled her eyes and lifted her hands casually into the air. "You're overreacting here, Chief."

"Overreacting!?" Ashley snapped. "You've got Liara T'Soni tied down to a fucking bed with a gag in her mouth! And who the hell is that girl wearing the... the strap-on!?"

"MMMMPH!" Liara sounded into the gag.

"We're all having a good time here, Ash," Shepard explained. "Put the gun down."

Ashley dug into her coat pocket and found the Comm-link to the Alliance cruiser. She wrestled it out and held it to her mouth. "Hello, this is Chief Ashley Williams for Alliance Commander Darryl Santiago. Hello!? I have a situation here!"

Shepard shrugged. "I had a Comm-block up the moment my servant informed me you'd arrived. You won't be contacting your ship until I let you, Ash. So take a deep breath, assess the situation, and realize the right thing to do here is lower your weapon and trust me."

Ashley's breath came in ragged gasps. She darted her eyes around the room. "Get that... thing out of her mouth," she shouted at the latex girl, nodding towards Liara.

The girl looked at Shepard. Shepard rolled her eyes, but gave a nod.

"That fucking bitch!" Liara screamed once her mouth was unplugged. "Just fucking shoot her!"

"Liara, what the hell is going on?" Ashley asked. "Are you hurt? Who else is in this mansion?"

"She fucking tied me up like this!" Liara snapped. "She told me she was going to... to be with me, but instead she cuffs me like this and sends her little fucking whore to stick that god-damn strap-on inside me over and over and FUCKING OVER! I've been locked up like this for hours! You cold-hearted bitch!"

Shepard remained. "You broke a lot of rules, Liara. You needed punishment. And now that you've said all those mean things about me and Sam there, you're going to receive a lot more punishment."

"FUCK YOU!" Liara screeched. She snapped her head over to look at Ashley. "Get me out! Get me out now!" She demanded, shaking the whole bed as she pulled at the cuffs.

"Sam, put that gag back in her mouth," Shepard commanded. "I've tired of the doctor's voice."

"Don't you move," Ashley warned, aiming the gun at the latex-suited girl.

But as soon as she did, Shepard rushed forward and smacked the gun out of her hands. Ashley screamed and went to grab the woman, but Shepard plowed her shoulder into her gut, lifted her in the air, and slammed her down to the ground.

"NOOOOO!" Liara wailed, but her voice was cut off as Sam packed the ballgag back between her lips. "MMMMPH!"

Shepard crawled on top of her and pinned her arms to the ground with her knees. "Oh, Ash. It didn't have to be this way." The commander tucked two fingers in her mouth and whistled.

"Shepard!" Ashley pleaded, trying to wiggle free of the woman's hold. "This is insane! Get off me!"

The volus appeared beside them, handing Shepard a white cloth. She looked down at Ashley and gave a wan smile. "So sorry, babe."

"No!" Ashley protested, but then the cloth pressed over her mouth and nose and she was breathing in something that smelled like sleep.

The world went black.