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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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When Kasumi came to, the first thing she felt were the thick straps holding her in place. Gasping, she instinctively struggled against the bonds, only to feel a cold hand pressing against her shoulder.

"Calm yourself, Miss Goto," said a voice from in front of her. As her vision returned, she saw the leering face of Henneman. "I can assure you that struggling will only result in you injuring yourself."

As her senses returned to her, Kasumi quickly scanned the room around her. It was small, with bare metal floors and ceilings. The walls were lined, end-to-end, with display monitors, currently deactivated. Directly across the room from her, Kasumi could see Delaana, arms and legs strapped down on a strange medical chair/table device. Regaining her bearings, Kasumi eventually realized that she was currently being held in a similar position.

"Now that you're awake, we can begin," Henneman said. "It's very important that both of you are fully conscious when we began the tests. So much of my results will be determined from your reactions, after all." Reaching into his labcoat, he retrieved two syringes with plastic caps over their needles. "I have two formulas here. Once I had access to the Shadow Broker's old notes, it ended up being quite trivial to recreate his formula. The Sub drug, as I had come to call it. The only difficulty now is to remove its limited duration without affecting its potency. Two theories on how to do it, hence two formulas... and two test subjects."

Holding the two syringes in his hand, Henneman walked over to Kasumi. "I must confess that I am not entirely certain what will happen to either of you if I am wrong. Perhaps the formulas will do nothing. Perhaps they will drive you insane." Shrugging, he popped the plastic cap off one of the syringes. "But I suppose that's what we have test subjects for."

Kasumi winced as Henneman poked the needle into the side of her neck. "Don't struggle, now," he said softly as he depressed the plunger. "You'll only hurt yourself, and I'll just have to mix up a new batch of the formula and try again." Once the syringe was completely emptied into Kasumi's bloodstream, Henneman walked over to Delaana and prepared the other formula.

"Delaana," Henneman said, the blandly pleasant tone in his voice vanishing as he spoke to her. He sneered down at her with a look of pure contempt now. "Such a pity. After all the years you probably spent planning out that escape of yours, to have it fail so completely. Why, a tragedy that epic, I'm sure it will make a wonderful poem someday."

Delaana stared back at him, and started to say something quietly. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Henneman said, leaning in closer to her.

Once his face was only within a few feet of hers, Delaana made a low noise in the back of her throat, before launching a glob of spit at Henneman. "Fuck you, chicken-shit," she snarled at him, her spit dripping from Henneman's cheek. "You're pathetic."

The way Henneman reared back, Kasumi might have thought Delaana had spat a mouthful of acid into his face. Letting out a gagging sound, Henneman grabbed the edge of his labcoat and furiously wiped at his face. "You... bitch!" Henneman snapped, giving Delaana a hard backhand to her cheek. As Delaana smirked in triumph, Henneman roughly jabbed the needle of the other syringe into her neck, pushing down the plunger and quickly draining the formula inside. Still looking shaken, Henneman continued to wipe at his face frantically, as if Delaana's saliva carried some sort of infection. After a minute or so of scrubbing, his face beet red from the force of his hand by the time he was finished, Henneman managed to regain his composure.

"Now that we've administered the test formulas, the results should take around thirty minutes to become apparent," he said. He spoke loudly and clearly, and Kasumi surmised that he was probably recording this. Wonder if he'll edit out that whole "getting spit on by an asari and freaking out like a germaphobe" part, she thought. "Of course, if one of these formulas does work, the added encouragement should be unnecessary. But all the same, while we wait for the results, I thought you ladies might enjoy a little entertainment."

Henneman stepped out of the room, and almost as soon as the door closed behind him, the lights in the room dimmed while the video screens around them blazed with light. And the room was immediately filled with the sounds of moans, grunts, and the wet slap of flesh against sweaty flesh. Kasumi glanced around the room at the multiple screens, each one now showing a woman in the midst of being fucked by a man. Or in some cases, more than one man. Some of the women were human, some were asari, and Kasumi even saw a few other races being represented, both among the women being screwed and the men shoving their cocks into them. At first, they all seemed to be random porn scenes, until after the first few minutes Kasumi started listening to what was being said, and a theme quickly became apparent.

"You like that? You like that big fat cock in your dirty whore cunt?"

"Take it, you filthy slut! Gag on that fucking cock!"

"Fuck, yes! I'm a nasty fucking whore! Stick it in my dirty slut hole!"

"Beg for it, bitch. Beg for us to fuck you, cunt."

"Please fuck me, master! Please fuck this worthless slave!"

Needless to say, the videos didn't depict many tender scenes of delicate lovemaking. In fact, each video depicted a woman being treated by a man, or men, like little more than a warm hole to stick their cock into, all while they constantly called them every vulgar name in the book. And unfailingly, each video also depicted the woman eagerly encouraging this treatment, taking each cock in turn while only losing the grin on her face when she opened her mouth to suck on another man's prick.

Kasumi didn't know what sort of reaction Henneman expected her and Delaana to have to this cavalcade of misogynistic bile, but most of all Kasumi just felt disgusted. If the chemical Henneman had shot her up with was supposed to make her find this all arousing, or whatever, it wasn't working.

Which filled Kasumi with a sudden shot of fear. As the minutes ticked by and she felt no apparent effects from the drug, she thought about Henneman's uncertainty about what the drug would do to them if it wasn't the correct formula. And she remembered the two guards talking about their former prisoner, and how her mind had left her after Henneman had tested a previous formula on her. Was that about to happen to her? Was she experiencing the last few minutes before she turned into a drooling, brain-dead vegetable?

Shutting her eyes and blocking out the vulgar images around her, Kasumi thought about Keiji. And Jacob. If she wasn't going to leave this chair with her mind intact, she wanted to go out thinking about something happy.

Sometime later, Kasumi had no idea how long it was, the sounds of vulgar taunts and savage fucking abruptly cut off. Her eyes snapped open to see that the lights in the room had come back on, and the video screens had been deactivated.

She blinked, realizing with a bit of relief that she still felt no different. In her mind she did several complex math problems, making sure that she hadn't lost any of her faculties. After that, she pictured some of the images from the videos she had been shown, testing herself to see if there was any change in her reaction to them. Nope, still totally creepy and not at all sexy.

Delaana! Kasumi looked across the room at her asari cellmate, trying to see if she had been affected by the other test formula. "Oh, no," she muttered to herself.

Delaana was staring into space, her eyes unblinking and her face devoid of expression. Oh, God, it's just like Galana, Kasumi thought. Henneman, you bastard.

As if summoned by Kasumi's angry thoughts, the door slid open and Henneman entered. This time flanked by Roth and Okoru, the two intimidating men grinning as they stared at the naked women helplessly bound in place.

"Alright, that should be more than enough time," Henneman said, bringing up a datapad to take notes. "We'll start with you, Miss Goto. Now, this will be a whole lot easier if you answer my questions honestly, so please, try not to be difficult. Tell me... how do you feel right now?"

Any number of furious responses came to her mind, but Kasumi just gritted her teeth and answered. "I don't feel any different."

"Really?" Henneman asked, arching an eyebrow. "Those videos didn't have any effect on you at all?"

"Those videos were sick filth, just like you," Kasumi answered. "Your formula didn't work."

Henneman nodded, furiously tapping on his datapad and barely looking up at Kasumi. "It would appear that you are correct, Miss Goto. At least in regards to the formulation I tested on you. Still, we must be thorough." He nodded to the two guards, who moved to stand on either side of Kasumi's bondage device. Kasumi fought the urge to retch as both of them opened up their Cerberus uniform pants and pulled out their cocks, waving them in her face like some kind of messed-up hypnotist routine. "Now, let me ask again. How are you feeling right now? Do you feel any sort of desire to have sex with these men?"

Kasumi simply stared at him, murder in her eyes. Sighing, Henneman shook his head at the two men, who tucked their equipment back in their pants. "Note: Formulation A appears to have no effect on subject," Henneman spoke while tapping out notes on his pad. "The switch from pyric deberene to molureynl ferium appears to have nullified the formula's primary effects. Further studies may be warranted, but for now further development along these lines would not be fruitful." Grinning smarmily down at her, he added. "Your cooperation with these tests, Miss Goto, is much appreciated."

"Screw you," Kasumi responded. "You failed, you sick bastard. Look at Delaana. She's completely out of it. Neither of your damn formulas worked."

"Really, now?" Henneman said, gesturing to the two men to follow him as they walked over to Delaana's chair. Just as before, Delaana stared into space. "Tell me, Delaana. Did the formula fail? How are you feeling right now?"

For a moment, Delaana simply kept staring, and Kasumi was sure that the asari was completely brain-dead. But then, her lips started moving. She was speaking too softly to be heard, and Kasumi wondered if she was going to try for another wad of spit in Henneman's face. But the human doctor was more cautious this time, and kept away from Delaana's mouth as he asked. "What are you saying, Delaana? We can't hear you."

"I..." Delaana said, her voice sounding strained even forcing out that single syllable. "I can't... no. I won't... won't lose control. Not to... not to you."

"Gentlemen," Henneman said, a note of glee creeping into his voice as his two bodyguards walked to either side of Delaana and pulled out their cocks. "Tell me, Delaana. What do you want right now? What do you need more than anything right at this moment?"

"F..." Delaana stammered, a look of exertion twisting her face. "Fuck... fuck..." her eyes darted between the cocks on either side of her, as sweat started to form on her brow. "I want to get fucked..."

Henneman looked back at Kasumi, a hideous smile on his face. "You need to speak up, Delaana. Make sure everyone in the room can hear you," he said.

"I want to get fucked," Delaana said, louder now. "Goddamn it, I need to get fucked! So fucking horny... please. Please, I need it so bad."

Kasumi watched in horror as Delaana squirmed in her bonds. At that moment, Kasumi realized that the blank expression she had seen on Delaana's face earlier hadn't been a sign that her mind was gone. It was her last attempts to fight against the effects that Henneman's Sub drug was having on her. A fight that, if her current moans and begging for sex were any indication, she had lost.

"Really?" Henneman said, the gleeful look on his face showing how much he enjoyed toying with his test subject. "I thought you wanted to escape, Delaana. You and Kasumi were going to attack these nice young men and try to leave here."

"No, nononono," Delaana quickly said, panting and licking her lips as she stared at Okoru and Roth's cocks. "Don't want to leave. Don't want to go. Want to stay here and get fucked. Oh, Goddess, please! Please stick your cocks into me! I'm gonna go crazy if somebody doesn't fuck me soon!"

Words almost directly lifted from the videos that had played earlier. Kasumi was horrified at the thought of what might have happened to her if she had been the one to take the formula Delaana was given. If Henneman had shot her with the other syringe... would she be the one begging to get fucked right now?

"I don't know, Delaana," Henneman said, still taunting her. "Not sure you deserve to get fucked after what you and Kasumi almost did to Roth and Okoru." Reaching over to Roth, Henneman pulled out Delaana's knife from his belt and held it up to Delaana's face. "Remember this? How you were going to have Kasumi stick this knife into one of these men?"

Delaana furiously shook her head. "No, not me. Was... was all Kasumi's idea. Never wanted to escape. She forced me into it. I'm sorry, just please... PLEASE!" Delaana practically screamed as she writhed and struggled against her bonds.

"Oh, very well," Henneman said. He gestured to the two men, who moved into position around Delaana. Roth adjusted the table to separate the bottom half and swing apart Delaana's still-secured legs, putting her dripping snatch on vulgar display. Meanwhile, Okoru walked around to the head of the table, Delaana craning her neck to the side to watch as he presented his cock an inch away from her mouth. Without hesitation, Delaana opened wide and welcomed Okoru's thick black cock down her throat, while Roth positioned himself between Delaana's spread legs and started rapidly thrusting into her twat. It wasn't long before Kasumi could hear Delaana start to make heated, ecstatic moans around Okoru's thick manhood. The bondage device Delaana was fastened to started to creak under the force of Roth's thrusting, as the two humans eagerly violated the now-brainwashed asari captive.

"It appears, Miss Goto, that my formula was not the failure you believed," Henneman said as he walked casually over to Kasumi, tossing Delaana's knife casually from hand to hand. "A pity, though. To be honest, I would have preferred if you had been the successful test subject." He stared over at Roth and Okoru screwing Delaana, a look of pure disgust on his face. "How anyone could want to do that with a disgusting asari whore is utterly beyond me. If it had been you... well, perhaps I might have joined in on the celebration of a successful test." He arched an eyebrow, and Kasumi's blood ran cold as he added. "Of course... I suppose there really is nothing stopping me from doing so anyway."

Moving in close to Kasumi, Henneman reached down to adjust her bondage table, raising it up while tilting it backward. Soon Kasumi's feet were angled upward towards the ceiling, while her head was tipped back and about three feet off the ground. From her current position, she soon got an upside-down view of Henneman's crotch as he stepped to the head of the table.

"You see this?" Henneman said, reaching down to brandish Delaana's knife in front of Kasumi's face. "I feel any teeth, I'm using this to slit your throat. And then I'll just grab one of the other subjects in the cells to take your place. Perhaps that pretty little thing we fetched along with Jack. She's just like you: an extra subject, not part of the plan. And completely expendable. So are you going to behave yourself, Miss Goto? Or do I bleed you out and fetch someone else to take your place?"

Wincing, the sounds of Delaana moaning in pleasure filling her ears and making her want to scream, Kasumi finally shook her head. "I'll... I'll cooperate."

"Good," Henneman said. Sticking the knife in his pocket, he then opened up his lab coat and unfastened the pants of his Cerberus uniform underneath. Soon Kasumi's vision was filled with nothing but the insane doctor's throbbing cock, and reluctantly she opened her mouth to take his length down her throat. For a moment he just held it there, no doubt waiting to see if Kasumi would go back on her work and bite down on him. But when he felt no teeth, Henneman soon began working his hips, fucking Kasumi's face slowly at first. Kasumi shut her eyes, both to try to remove herself from this horrific situation and to not have to focus on Henneman's balls dangling in her eyeline. After a few seconds of slow thrusts, Kasumi felt Henneman's hands grip the sides of her head, before he began rapidly thrusting his cock down Kasumi's throat. Kasumi struggled for breath as Henneman rapidly fucked her face, his cock soon covered in stickly strings of saliva that dripped down his prick into hot trails on Kasumi's face.

Dimly, her head swimming from the lack of oxygen getting to her brain, she heard the door to the room open. "Uh, doc? I was..."

At once, the cock in her mouth was withdrawn, and she gasped and choked as she was finally able to draw breath again. From her upside-down perspective, she could see Henneman turn to face Bowers, who stood at the open door with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"Do you mind terribly, Mr. Bowers?" Henneman said snippily, cock still hanging out of his pants as he regarded his underling. "As you can see, we're in the middle of some very delicate testing procedures at the moment."

"Yeah, I know you said you didn't want to be disturbed, but... well, Morgan's out in the holding area," Bowers said. "She says she wants to see you, and she sounds pretty pissed off."

"I do not have time for this," Henneman said, voice dripping with exasperation. "Tell her that we are in the midst of extremely important research and that I cannot spare a second for her. She'll just have to wait until another time."

Bowers rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, the way she is right now... I don't know if she's gonna like that answer, man."

"Well then you'll have to make her like it, then," Henneman snarled. "I know that Miss Lezayen has little regard for the chain of command around here, but I outrank her. Just as I outrank you. And as your superior I am telling you... make her leave. However you have to do it."

Bowers wasn't exactly thrilled at this response, but nonetheless he nodded. "I'll try my best, doc." Slowly, Bowers stepped away from the door and headed back down the hallway into the holding area.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Henneman walked back to Kasumi. "Now... where were we, Miss Goto?" he said, as he presented his saliva-dripping cock back in front of Kasumi's face.

As Kasumi took a deep breath and opened her mouth to allow Henneman to resume fucking her face, the sound of Delaana's ecstatic moans still echoing from the other side of the room, a horrible thought entered Kasumi's mind.

Maybe I would have been better off if I had gotten the real formula instead of Delaana. Maybe it would have been better to lose my mind after all.
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