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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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It was all so... pink.

Ash took a look around at her surroundings from the cruddy mat that had laid on the floor by the foot of Morgan's bed. A bed covered by a frilly pink-and-white striped bed cover, and with huge fluffy pillows decorated with the smiling faces of happy pop starlets. In contrast, Morgan's bitch got the pleasure of sleeping on a slightly padded floor mat, with a rough brown blanket and a sad little sack of feathers that could generously be called a "pillow."

Part of Ash – a part that had gotten louder since Morgan had dropped Ash off in her quarters on her way to the big welcoming party for "Shepard" – wanted to pick herself up off this uncomfortable floor mat and allow herself a few minutes of rest in the extremely comfortable looking bed. But both parts of her splintered mind agreed that it wasn't a good idea: the Old Ash because she feared that Morgan would notice the slightest disturbance of her frilly pretty bedclothes, and the New Ash because she didn't dare do anything with the mistress's permission.

The girly bedcovers were a good match for the rest of the quarters. Just like in Morgan's security office, posters of various teen pop idols and famous young movie actresses covered the walls. Along with photographs of Morgan, her Cerberus comrades, and various dead-eyed and naked women forced into humiliating positions. On one wall, Ashley noticed something she hadn't upon first arriving: an old-fashioned bulletin board, with several pieces of cloth pinned to it. It took a second for Ash to realize that the garments were panties, and after looking more closely recognized her own grey cotton undergarments had, at some point, been pinned up onto the board as well.

Just another in a long line of conquests, the Old Ash thought to herself. Once, this might have been a cause for fear, of wondering how long it would be before a new set of stolen panties would be pinned up alongside hers. But the New Ash saw it more as an encouragement to keep pleasing her Mistress. If we keep making her happy, keep sucking her cock whenever she asks us to, then I bet the day is gonna come that our panties will be the only ones on that board.

A noble goal, indeed. Standing up, Ash stretched out her legs as she walked around the quarters. In a corner of the room, a music player cycled through a selection of dancey pop hits. Lots of young cooing women making coyly innocent references to "giving it to me good" and asking the male listeners of their songs to "show me what you're made of, boy." Hearing the pounding bass beats behind a lot of the songs, Ash guessed that she was going to have to get used to taking a cock up her ass to the driving rhythm of that bass fairly quickly.

And of course, the New Ash was giddy at the thought of it.

Despite all the strangely juvenile furnishings, there were still signs in the spacious living quarters that the occupant wasn't a teenage girl with only slightly veiled lesbian cravings. Just like Vega back on the Normandy, Morgan had a wide range of work-out equipment in her room. Barbells, a heavy bag, and a workout bench were carefully arranged in one corner of the room. And of course, a full-length mirror nearby for Morgan to admire the results of all her hard work. In another corner, a small dining area with a two-seat table and a refrigerator that, despite the gnawing feeling starting to grow in Ash's stomach, she didn't dare consider opening. The refrigerator was decorated with magnets depicting more of Morgan's girly objects of affection, but then Ash noticed something unusual.

It was a crude drawing, with basic stick figures and rudimentary handwriting. A line of smiling people with names helpfully scrawled at the top: "DAD" "MOM" "TRISTAN" "MYA" "JEANNIE"

And right next to one of the smaller stick figures, labelled "ME," was a figure that towered over the rest of the smiling family, with massive bulky stick arms and legs. And above it, written in pink lettering to match its subject's preferred color, was "AUNTIE MORGAN."

"Fuck," Ash muttered to herself. Did this crazy bitch have a sister? Or did she actually manage to charm her way into some poor, unsuspecting family's affections? The thought of either was scary as hell.

From behind her, she heard the main entrance open. Immediately, almost on instinct, she turned around and dropped down to her knees. Morgan was grinning as she stepped into her quarters. "I'm back, bitch," she cheerfully announced.

After a few moments of freedom, the Old Ash was quickly banished back to the depths of her mind. "Welcome back, mistress," the New Ash said from her spot on the floor. As Morgan approached, Ash noticed with happiness that her mistress was carrying a tray. It was why she loved the mistress so much: she was always looking after her bitch so thoughtfully.

Morgan handed the tray down to Ash, revealing a bowl of salad. "Thought my bitch might be hungry," Morgan said. "Enjoy some home-grown Cerberus greens. If you thought those suit-rats were good at growing their own food in space, we've got them beat six ways from Sunday."

Ash looked down at the salad, staring at it in mild distaste. Then she glanced back up into Morgan's eyes. Down at Morgan's crotch, and then back up to her eyes. She didn't dare to speak without the mistress's permission, but she hoped that Morgan took her suggestion.

Her mistress was smart, of course, and understood almost immediately. "Oh, okay, bitch," she said with a patient smile. Undoing her uniform pants, she pulled out her flaccid cock and started stroking. Silently, Ash worked her way forward on her knees, and held her hand up in a wordless offer. "That's my good bitch," Morgan said affectionately, removing her hand to allow Ash to take over the process of jerking her off.

Licking her lips in anticipation, Ash smoothly worked her hand up and down Morgan's now hard and thick length, while pointing the head of her prick towards the salad balanced in Ash's other hand. By now, Ash had gotten quite skillful at getting her mistress off, and it wasn't long before Morgan grunted, and a spray of cum shot out of her cock all over the lettuce, cucumbers, and other ingredients in the now-perfect salad. By the time Ash was done pleasuring her mistress, almost every inch of the top of the salad was soaked with cum. Seeing one last drop clinging to the head of Morgan's now-shrinking prick, Ash quickly leaned forward and eagerly lapped it up with a smile.

"Naughty girl," Morgan said, while tucking herself away. "You can go ahead and eat at the table if you like. Better that than you go messing up my good floors."

"Thank you, mistress," Ash said, carrying her tray over to the table and settling her naked ass into one of the chairs. Picking up the fork on the tray, she paused for just a second to push away the small cup of salad dressing that had been set aside the bowl. No need for that now, the New Ash thought, smiling as she took a heaping forkful of the cum-soaked salad and eagerly wolfed it down.

"How is it?" Morgan asked, watching with a smile as Ash chewed on the sticky vegetables.

Ash finished the bite in her mouth quickly to respond, "Delicious, mistress."

"Well, you enjoy that," Morgan said, as she worked open the fasteners on her Cerberus uniform shirt and pulled it off. "Because I've got a dinner date in a couple of hours." Seeing the surprised look on Ash's face, Morgan laughed. "Oh, don't you worry. You know that you're my one and only bitch. Nuria's just... just a friend."

Ash noticed the strange look that came to Morgan's face just then, but she decided to pay it no mind. If the mistress said that this Nuria woman was just a friend, then the New Ash believed her without hesitation.

"To be honest," Morgan said as she continued to disrobe, "I would love to take you over and show you off to her and her family. See what a good little trained bitch I have back home. But the folks over in the public section... they don't understand like we do. They don't get what a beautiful thing it is to find and break a bitch." Morgan let out a sigh at this terrible state of affairs. "Maybe someday, the galaxy will open up its eyes. Let go of all these old-fashioned ideas like 'love,' 'marriage,' and 'consensual sex' and be a much happier place to live. I suppose we can only dream, right, bitch?"

"Yes, mistress," Ash said, before putting another bite of cum salad into her mouth.

"But until then, I've got to keep you a secret," Morgan said, pulling off her bra and tossing it casually onto the floor. "At least from those pencil-necks over in the public section. But don't worry. I'll try not to stay away too long," she said as she yanked off her boots and unfastened her pants. "Wouldn't want my bitch to get too lonely, would I?"

"No, mistress," Ash responded, watching as Morgan stripped herself down to just her dark panties. Just as she was about ready to strip herself completely naked, Morgan's head snapped up at the sound of the door chime.

"Ah, what the fuck," Morgan muttered, striding over to the door. "Who the hell is that?"

Glancing over her shoulder, Ash watched as Morgan opened the door, apparently uncaring that she was barely dressed. At the other side of the door, the man with the orange mohawk from earlier took a step back in shock, but quickly adjusted as he kept his eyes focused on Morgan's face.

"Hey, did I catch you in the middle of something?" the weaselly-looking man said. Ash finally remembered the name he had given earlier: Bowers. "Was just hoping I could get a chance to check out your new bitch. Maybe take her for a test drive, you know?"

Morgan didn't answer right away, but finally stepped aside to allow her underling to enter. "Fine, but make it quick. I've got somewhere I need to be in a few hours," she said. "Bitch, finish up your food and let Bowers here get a good look at you."

Quickly, Ash wolfed down the last few bites of her meal. Wiping her mouth and licking up the cum that had dripped from between her lips, she rose to her feet to stand straight and rigid. An eager gleam in his eyes, Bowers walked over and immediately reached out to begin groping one of Ash's tits.

"Not bad, Morgan," Bowers said, grabbing Ash's breast roughly. "She's got some muscle on her. Must have been a fun one to break."

"Yeah, she gave me a bit of trouble in the beginning," Morgan said casually. "But now she's just the sweetest little fuck-toy. Aren't you, bitch?"

"Yes, mistress," Ash responded, as Bowers strolled around behind her and grabbed at her ass.

After a few seconds of gripping Ash's backside, Bowers's groping hand reached around her hips and found its way between Ash's legs. "Mmm, yeah, this is a nice one," he said, as his fingers forced their way into Ash's cunt. "I know a lot of the boys are looking forward to sticking it to that dark-skinned piece of ass the new girl is keeping at her place, but I like my ladies with a little more... meat."

"You going to play with it all night, Bowers, or you going to get on with it?" Morgan said, aggravated. "I still have to get showered and dressed for tonight, so get your fucking rocks off already and get the fuck out."

This brought a laugh from Bowers. "Aw, Morgan. You know you can't rush a good thing like this," he said. Regardless, he did move to stand in front of Ash, while placing a firm hand on her shoulder and pressing her down to her knees. Ash waited patiently while Bowers unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock. Comparing it to the mistress's was like comparing an inchworm to an anaconda, but Ash was an obedient bitch nonetheless, and she immediately took the base of Bowers's cock in her hand before wrapping her lips around it and starting to suck him off.

"What the hell are you even doing here anyway?" Morgan said, yanking off her panties as she made her way back to the bathroom. "Figured you and your boys would be entertaining yourselves with the new prisoners."

Bowers made an annoyed sound, while reaching down to guide Ash's bobbing head on his cock. "Ah, the doc says that these ones are special somehow. Said he didn't want us 'tainting the experimental data' or something like that. Guess that shit you guys fetched from the Citadel is going to let him finally finish off those crazy drugs he's always ranting about."

Morgan sighed. "Breaking women into submission with drugs," she said. "Honestly, where's the fun in that?"

"Yeah, well, Henny says it's gonna be worth the wait. That once he's done with them those cunts they're not just gonna be willing to spread their legs for anyone, they're gonna be begging for cock," Bowers said. "And after having nobody to fuck but that cold fish Delaana for the past few months, I'm looking forward to seeing what he comes up with." Tapping Ash on the head, he looked down at her with a leering grin. "Time to bend over for me, bitch," he instructed her.

"Yes, sir," Ash said. Rising up to her feet, she turned her back to Bowers and bent herself over to a 90 degree angle. Just as she felt Bowers's hands start to grip onto her waist, Morgan's voice called out.

"Hey, fuckface!" she exclaimed. "Don't fucking forget: only in her ass."

Bowers waved a hand at her. "Yeah, yeah, I gotcha," he said. Ash felt something poking into her backside, and thought for a second that Bowers was working a finger into her ass before realizing that it was actually his cock. After taking her mistress's giant prick for the last few weeks, Bowers's cock barely even registered.

"I'm gonna go have a shower," Morgan said as Bowers grunted and thrust into Ash. "You be good to my bitch while I'm getting cleaned up."

"I'll treat her like my very own," Bowers solemnly stated, while his hips slapped against Ash's ass.

Ash stared straight ahead as Bowers fucked her. In another lifetime, she might have felt disgusted by her current state. Or enraged by the filthy asshole using her like his personal fuck doll. But right now, the New Ash just felt... bored. She wished it was her mistress fucking her right now, and not this grunting little weasel. Nonetheless, her job was to do as the mistress commanded, and so she made a show of moaning and sighing as Bowers shoved his cock up her ass over and over again.

"Fuck," she heard Bowers gasp after several minutes of clumsy humping. "Morgan has this ass of yours so damn loose. Barely even feel it." She felt his cock pop out of her asshole, and then felt the telltale rubbing of the head of his prick against her pussy lips. "Crazy bitch doesn't need to know about this, does she?" he said with a quiet laugh, as he thrust himself into Ash's pussy.

Ash wasn't sure what to do. The mistress was clear that she wanted Bowers to take Ash's ass. But Ash was supposed to please the mistress's friends in any way they wanted. The New Ash was about ready to call out to her mistress, but then out of nowhere the Old Ash pushed herself forcefully into their shared consciousness.

If he cums inside you... he might get you pregnant, the Old Ash thought. And if he gets you pregnant, then Henneman will get you out of this. He doesn't need to know that it wasn't Morgan's cum that knocked you up.

The New Ash reacted to this thought with sheer panic. The thought of being taken away from the mistress was like having her very soul ripped away. But the Old Ash refused to relinquish control, and soon she was enthusiastically humping back against Bowers's cock. "That's it," she huskily moaned after several minutes of Bowers taking her cunt. "Fuck me harder. Spill all your cum inside me."

The words seemed to snap Bowers out of his carnal trance for a moment. "Shit, no," he whispered, even as he continued thrusting. "I can't cum in you, bitch. She'll..."

"Please," the Old Ash moaned. "Cum inside me, quick. She'll never know. I'll make sure she never knows. Just hurry. I want your cum inside me, now!"

"Oh, fuck," Bowers grunted. Gripping onto her harder, Bowers frantically fucked Ash. "Gonna do it. Gonna fill you up with all my cum, bitch. Gonna..."

From the distance, Ash heard her voice. "Hey, almost forgot," Morgan asked from the bathroom door. "Did you get my message about..." She paused. "Hey. Hey, are you..."

"Almost done," Bowers moaned. "Just give me a second more and..."

"Fucking... fuck!" Ash heard Morgan snarl. Before she even knew what was happening, she felt Bowers's cock being abruptly yanked away from her pussy. Straightening herself up, Ash saw a naked Morgan slam Bowers against the wall of her quarters, one hand wrapped around his throat and lifting him up off his feet.

"What did I say?" Morgan snarled. "One fucking thing I asked you to do, and you couldn't fucking do it! You think I want you to knock my bitch up? Think I want her to get all fat and then pop out a kid with your ugly fucking face?"

Bowers choked and gasped for breath. Ash glanced down to see his cock jerking and dribbling cum down onto the floor. Even with her desperate plan ending in failure, the Old Ash couldn't help but laugh a little to herself as she watched the pathetic weasel with the stupid mohawk struggle to breathe. a puddle of cum under his dangling feet. Don't feel too bad, Bowers. I've heard some guys are really into that erotic choking shit, the Old Ash thought.

"Goddamn you people," Morgan said, before releasing her grip on Bowers's neck and letting him fall gasping to the floor. Walking over to her kitchen area, she grabbed a small hand towel and flung it at Bowers. "Clean up your fucking mess and get out of here. And you better not show your face around here asking for use of my bitch again until I'm sure I can trust you." As Morgan watched Bowers obediently mop up his own cum, she added. "Oh, and as a matter of fact, I better not seeing you bugging Kelly to use her bitch either. Since you obviously don't know how to show a mistress and her bitch the proper respect. Go stick your dick in that limp asari of yours if jerking it yourself isn't enough for you."

Finishing up his cleaning task, Bowers quickly refastened his pants and beat a hasty retreat out of the room. Morgan watched him go with a look of pure disgust. "Honestly, some people. No respect for the rules, am I right?"

"Yes, mistress," Ash said. After her old self's brief resurgence, the New and improved Ash was back in charge. And as far as the New Ash was concerned, her mistress was always right.

"Sorry about that, bitch," Morgan said softly. "Tell you what: I'll see if I can sneak you away something nice tonight. Nuria makes these amazing pastries with the synthetic bread rations we have here. I'll grab one just for my special little bitch."

Ash nodded. "Thank you, mistress."

"I gotta get going," Morgan said. "Fuckface Bowers and his bullshit are gonna make me run late." Morgan dashed back into the bathroom, and Ash stood and waited, hearing the shower turn on for several minutes. After that, Ash heard Morgan cursing to herself and the sound of cloth rustling.

Eventually, Morgan reemerged from the bathroom. Ash's eyes went wide as she saw her mistress.

She was dressed in a gorgeous black dress, the shiny fabric clinging to her muscular curves. Her long blond hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she had applied a generous amount of eyeshadow and lipstick to her normally unpainted face.

"Well?" Morgan asked, spinning herself in a circle. "How do I look?

"You look... beautiful, mistress," Ash said.

Morgan gave her a bashful smile. "You mean it? You're not just saying that because I broke your will and turned you into my mindlessly obedient fuck-toy, are you?"

"No, mistress," Ash said. "I think you look absolutely amazing." The words came so easily to Ash that it was with some surprise that all of her – even that part of her calling itself the Old Ash – was telling the absolute truth.

"Aw, you're just the sweetest little bitch," Morgan said. "Maybe when I come back, I'll have another treat for you besides Nuria's cooking," she said, grabbing at the crotch of her dress and cocking an eyebrow.

Ash glanced down at the floor, smiling to herself at the thought. "Thank you, mistress."

"Shit, I better get out of here, before staring at your pretty little ass starts making me poke out of these lacy panties I'm wearing," Morgan said. "After all, my bitch's favorite toy is another thing those nerds over in the public section don't know about. Well... most of them don't," she added, then quickly shook her head and made her way to the door. "Might want to take a nap while I'm gone, bitch. I've got a feeling I'm going to be putting you to work when I get back."

Ash watched as the door to Morgan's quarters slid shut and locked behind her. Now alone, she stood for a few seconds in the same spot, not sure what to do next without the mistress there to direct her.

Eventually, her eyes caught the salad bowl still on the dining table. In her haste to finish and service Bowers, she had left a few bits of the salad behind. Along with a good portion of Morgan's special dressing.

Walking over to the table, Ash picked up the bowl, smiled to herself, and then brought it up to her mouth to start licking.
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