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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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After finishing up her sticky dinner, Ash had curled up on the floor mat and drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep. With Morgan gone, the Old Ash was able to re-emerge somewhat, but in their shared subconscious the New Ash was still firmly in control. So her dreams were filled with endless visions of Morgan's cock pounding into her ass, while Ash smiled and moaned and thanked her mistress for the privilege of taking her cock.

As the dream went on, Ash looked around to see Shepard, Liara, and all of the other captives being happily ass-fucked as well, each of them having been broken down and turned into bitches by their own respective masters and mistresses. It was with some disgust that the Old Ash realized that this image was bizarrely comforting to her. At least it would mean I wasn't the only one, she thought to herself as she watched the women she had fought beside mewl and squeal while getting their asses pumped full of cocks and strap-ons, I'm not the only one who was weak enough to surrender.

In her dream, Ash felt herself cum, and she knew with queasy certainty that her body outside the dream was having the same reaction. No doubt her hand was busy beneath the musty blanket she was sleeping under, rubbing her pussy in her sleep at the thought of her beloved mistress. The New Ash was so tediously predictable like that.

It was just as she was working herself up to a second climax that she heard a loud noise that roused her from her sleep. Her eyes snapped open to see that Morgan had returned, and was currently cursing to herself as she attempted to reach the zipper on the back of her black party dress. Ash was about ready to stand up and offer to assist her mistress, when Morgan finally gave up, grabbed the front of her dress, and angrily yanked. The fabric tore like cheap tissue paper from the force of her pull, and the clingy dress was soon reduced to little more than scraps of fabric. Tossing down the remains of the dress petulantly, Morgan strode over in her bra and panties to the heavy bag in her workout area, and soon began furiously punching it.

"Lying... fucking... bastard..." Morgan snarled as she directed blows at the heavy canvas sack. "Over... and fucking... over... he told me... it wouldn't happen. Lying... to my fucking... face!" Morgan delivered one last cross punch that rocked the heavy bag so hard that the chain it dangled from snapped, sending it crashing down to the floor.

Down on her mat, Ash remained lying underneath her blanket, afraid to do anything. The Old Ash remembered what Morgan had done to Crayman, and feared what would happen to her if she said or did the wrong thing in the face of Morgan's uncontrollable anger. While the New Ash was simply waiting for her mistress's further instructions.

Morgan stared down at the toppled heavy bag, breathing heavily with her hands clenched into tight fists. "Fucking... motherfucker... fuck..." Morgan muttered, her angry ranting having degenerated into random swearing. She delivered several angry kicks to the bag on the ground before stumbling over to her kitchen area. With a trembling hand, she reached down and retrieved the child's drawing from the refrigerator.

"Fuck..." she muttered again, but with no more fury or anger behind it. Slumping down onto one of the dining chairs, Morgan stared at the drawing with damp eyes. Soon, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she leaned her head down on the table to sob into her own arms.

The New Ash wanted nothing more than to rush over and comfort her beloved mistress. But she feared what would happen if she did such a thing without approval. And since the Old Ash loved nothing more than to see her captor in pain, Ash simply laid there and watched as Morgan bawled. After a long time of this, Ash had no way of knowing how long, Morgan finally sat back up, her eyes red and her face glistening.

"Be smart, babe," Morgan said, and it took a moment for Ash to realize that she was talking to herself. "Know you want to kill the lying fuck, but the bosses would just send you out an airlock if you did. He's too valuable to all their devious little plans for you to get away with that shit. Gotta figure out what he's up to. Why he'd bullshit you about this. Figure that out first, and then we can fuck up his game plan, whatever it is." The smile that came to Morgan's face then would have been terrifying, if the New Ash wasn't sure that her mistress would never harm her without good reason. "Yeah, he'll pay for this. I'm gonna make damn sure of that."

Finally, Morgan's eyes rested on Ash's mat, and a thrill went through Ash's body as her mistress acknowledged her presence in the room. "Wake up, bitch," Morgan said. "Your mistress has commands."

As quick as she could, Ash tossed off the blanket and got up on her feet. Standing up straight, she stared intently at Morgan. "What do you want me to do, mistress?"

Ash waited for the usual commands. For her to suck Morgan off, or bend over to take the mistress's cock up her ass. But for a moment Morgan simply sat, staring at Ash appraisingly. In all her time as Morgan's bitch, Ash had never seen her this... contemplative before.

"Need to make it look right," Morgan mused to herself. "Gotta make sure he doesn't suspect." After a little while longer, Ash standing in silence and awaiting her commands, Morgan finally stood up. Ash tensed herself, ready to hit her knees at her mistress's command. But instead, Morgan walked over to a panel on the wall. "Karlie, Nerine, to my quarters," she said into the wall panel. As an afterthought, she added, "Oh, and come packing Sultanas, if you would."

After delivering the message, Morgan headed back into her kitchen area. Ash watched in curiosity as Morgan went through her cabinets, searching intently for something. Eventually, Morgan found the object of her search: a large, empty jar with a screw-on lid. Stepping back to the table and sitting down again, Morgan sat the jar on the table next to her. For a long time, the quarters were silent, Morgan and Ash staring at each other without saying a word. Ash waiting for her next command and Morgan waiting for her visitors to arrive.

Eventually, the door chime sounded. "It's open," Morgan yelled out, and the door slid open to reveal the two well-muscled members of Morgan's Phantom team.

"What's up, boss?" Karlie said, the pale-skinned redhead asked as she entered, carrying one of the Sultana synthetic cock devices as ordered. She seemed completely unfazed by seeing Morgan wearing little more than skimpy lingerie, and the Old Ash wondered how many other times these two had been called to Morgan's quarters to join her in "playing" with another ill-fated bitch.

Nerine's eyes locked on Ash, still standing and awaiting command. "Mmm, I think Morgan's looking to give us a little night-time entertainment," the dark-skinned Phantom said, smirking as she gawked at Ash's naked body.

"Really, boss?" Karlie said, and when Morgan nodded her assent, Karlie was quick to start stripping off her off-duty clothes. "Great, was getting bored of beating all those other bitches at poker, anyway."

"Damn right. And with Henneman holding out on us with his prisoners and Kelly fast asleep, it was either this or another night of 'draw straws to see who has to play bottom for the rest of the team' in the barracks again," Nerine said, her own clothes hitting the floor as she slid the Sultana cock inside of her. Both she and Karlie gasped at the sensation of the cock integrating itself into their nervous system, the feeling still making them tingle even after several rounds with the sex toys. As they started to make their way towards Ash, Morgan spoke up.

"Hold up a second," she said. "Those Sultanas... they're adjustable, aren't they?"

Karlie stared down at the fake cock jutting out between her legs. "Think I remember that you could change the size, yeah," she said. "Why? You want us to shrink 'em down? Go easy on your bitch's ass tonight, boss?"

Morgan shook her head. "Actually... make them bigger," she said with a smirk. Pulling aside the crotch of her panties, she began stroking her own cock. "My bitch is used to some mighty thick meat, after all. Wouldn't want to disappoint her."

"See if I can remember how to do this," Karlie said, feeling around at the base of her fake cock. Finally, her finger found a small button underneath the synthetic skin, and after a few quick presses the cock between her legs started growing larger. Nerine followed suit, and soon both Phantoms were packing thick, twelve-inch cocks between their legs.

"Bend over for them, bitch," Morgan instructed Ash, and Ash quickly complied. The Phantoms started moving into position, jockeying for a moment for who got which end before making the decision. "Enjoy yourselves, ladies," Morgan said to her subordinates. "One in her mouth, and one in her cunt."

From behind Ash, Nerine gave Morgan a quizzical look. "Her cunt, really?"

"Yeah, feel like my bitch's ass could use a break tonight. And besides, not like the synthetic cum those things spit out are going to get anyone pregnant," Morgan said, a strange tone in her voice as she said the last word. "So go ahead, stick it in my bitch's pussy all you want."

"You give the best orders, boss," Nerine said. Gripping onto the base of her thick cock, the Phantom pressed the throbbing head against the lips of Ash's pussy. Ash was still wet as hell from playing with herself in her sleep, but even then she gritted her teeth as Nerine's thick synthetic cock started stretching her open. By now, she was quite used to being fucked up the ass by whoever her mistress decided was worthy, but the feel of a thick cock in her pussy after days of taking it solely in the ass was an unfamiliar sensation. There had been Bowers, of course, but his pathetic little manhood barely compared to the thick hunt of beautiful flesh hanging between her mistress's thighs.

But as Nerine took Ash by the hips and began furiously humping her pussy, the knowledge that her mistress was watching her get fucked was enough for Ash to start building towards a climax within seconds, even as she felt the massive cock forcing her open wider with every thrust.

Her only complaint was that her vision of Morgan stroking her own cock was soon blocked out by Karlie stepping in front of her. Opening up her jaw as wide as possible, Ash took the other Phantom's massive synthetic cock into her mouth. "Mmm, not bad," Karlie said, stroking her hand through Ash's hair as Ash worked her lips and tongue around Karlie's cock. "Can't wait to see if Kelly's bitch sucks it as good as yours does, boss."

"You mean you haven't taken a crack at Kelly's bitch yet?" Morgan asked, sounding mildly surprised.

"Yeah, we went by earlier, but Kelly wasn't answering her door. Like she was asleep or something," Nerine said, chatting casually as she drove her cock in and out of Ash. "God, I sure don't miss having to sleep for more than thirty minutes a day. Think of all the time you miss out on. And the hot, wet cunt that goes unfucked while you're down for the count," she said, delivering a hard slap to Ash's backside for emphasis.

"Well, next time you talk to her," Ash heard Morgan say from behind Karlie's thrusting hips, "You let Kelly know that if my ladies don't get a crack at her bitch sometime in the next twenty-four hours, then we'll be relocating Sam from Kelly's quarters to the main barracks. I don't know how she was raised, but selfish little girls who don't share their toys, don't get to have any toys at all."

"Yeah, she's not the generous soul that you are, boss," Karlie said. "Hey, switch with me, Nerine. I wanna feel that bitch's cunt around my cock."

"Ah, fine," Nerine said, and Karlie's cock slid out of Ash's mouth with a wet pop. As the two Phantoms changed positions, Ash got a glimpse of Morgan, who was now openly jerking herself off as she watched her two subordinates make use of her bitch. It was just a brief glimpse, but it was enough to send a buzz of pleasure through Ash. But it was over far too quickly, as Nerine blocked her vision again, and Ash was taking the Phantom's dark-skinned cock down her throat while Karlie shoved every inch of her Sultana into Ash's twat.

Out of sight, Ash could hear Morgan letting out short grunts. "That's it. Stretch my bitch's cunt wide open," Morgan said. Just the sound of her voice, obviously enjoying watching her bitch get spit-roasted, was enough to send Ash off into a mind-blowing climax. She could feel her pussy gushing around Karlie's thrusting cock, and she reached up to work her hands around the base of Nerine's prick as she bobbed her mouth up and down its length.

"Damn, you sure you were an Alliance marine before this, bitch?" Nerine said to Ash, her artificial cock pulsing and throbbing in Ash's hands. "Because as talented as you are, I could have sworn you were a professional cock-sucker."

"Of course she was," Karlie said, her fingers roughly groping Ash's asscheeks as she screwed her. "They made her a Spectre, didn't they? If she wasn't kissing alien ass, she sure as hell was sucking alien cock."

Ash felt the thick length in her mouth get pulled out, as Nerine reached down to cup her under the chin and point her face upward. "Is that true? Are you a filthy alien cock-sucker?" Nerine stared down at Ash as she asked the vulgar question.

"Yes," Ash said. "I'm a filthy alien cock-sucker." It wasn't true, but a good bitch would never contradict one of her betters.

"Bet you gobbled down lots of alien pricks, huh?" Nerine asked. "Yeah, I can only imagine how many times the Council and their buddies fucked that pretty little face of yours and spilled their cum in your filthy fucking mouth. Isn't that right, bitch? The only reason they even made you a Spectre is because you got so good at sucking alien cock, right?"

It was nothing she wasn't used to hearing by now. The years of being held down in the Alliance because of her grandfather's legacy. Snide comments made in the barracks when they thought she wasn't around, or even when she was around. And even after they made her a Spectre, more distrust and suspicion. Accusations of turning her back on humanity to side with aliens, "just like her grandfather did."

"A pathetic alien ass-kisser," they called her. Back then, such degrading comments pissed her off, and only drove her to try harder to exceed their low expectations. But in her current state, being spat on and treated like garbage was sending a thrill through her body.

"It's true," Ash said, as Karlie's cock continued stretching open her pussy. "They made me a Spectre because I was such a good alien cock-sucker." As she spoke the filthy, degrading lies, she felt herself start to cum again. "Unnnnh... I was such a good little whore for the Council that they wanted to reward me for swallowing so much of their cum."

Nerine sneered at her. "Knew it. Good thing this prick isn't really part of me, or I don't know if I'd want to stick it into that cum-stained mouth of yours. Get myself all tainted and shit from all the weird germs those Council fucks and their buddies spilled in there." Sighing, Nerine nonetheless released Ash's chin and started rubbing the head of the Sultana cock against Ash's lips. Ash, taking the hint, opened wide for her again. "Gonna have to give this thing a good scrubbing once we're done here, get the stink of the Council off it."

It went on like that for almost an hour, Ash wagered. Karlie and Nerine traded places twice more during that time, taking turns on Ash's mouth and cunt. All the while swapping racist banter with each other, wondering which species Ash had sucked the most cocks of, whether or not she had fucked all of her former squadmates on the Normandy, and whether her sisters were just as big alien-loving sluts as she was.

To each vulgar accusation, Ash immediately agreed. Yes, she had sucked a lot of alien cocks, but due to their council status she had probably sucked turian cocks the most. Yes, she had let Garrus and Wrex take her ass and pussy, while Tali made Ash eat out her twat and Shepard and Liara watched and played with each other. And yes, her sisters loved to bend over for alien cock just as much as Ash did, but Ash was proud to be the biggest slut in her entire family.

Ash almost surprised herself at her own creativity, as she rewrote her own history to turn herself, and her entire family by proxy, into the biggest sluts for alien cock the galaxy had ever seen. And the more she degraded herself, and the two Phantoms mocked her for it, the hornier and hornier she got.

Eventually, Nerine grunted and buried herself hip-deep inside of Ash, and Ash felt the hot spill of Nerine's synthetic Sultana seed filling her insides. "Yeah, fill her up, Nerine," Karlie urged, and watching her partner-in-crime cumming soon set Karlie off as well. Ash swallowed down as much of Karlie's cum as she could, all while noting that it tasted nothing like her mistress's delicious seed. As Karlie and Nerine finished cumming inside of her, Ash silently prayed that she had performed well for her mistress, and that she would receive the best reward a bitch could be given in return.

But as Karlie stepped away, Ash noted with a measure of disappointment that Morgan had already finished without her. Her erection had receded down to its two-inch, flaccid state, and she watched her subordinates finish off with a lazy smile on her face.

Then Ash caught a glimpse of the jar Morgan had retrieved earlier. Now half-full with thick white fluids, and with the lid screwed on tight. Morgan had apparently jerked herself off into the jar while Ash had been busy with Karlie and Nerine.

Ash was surprised at the sudden pain that filled her. That cum is supposed to be for me, she thought to herself, as the two Phantoms removed their Sultanas and started getting dressed. I'm the mistress's bitch. Why wouldn't she let me have that cum?

"See you later, alien whore," Karlie said, walking by the still bent-over Ash and giving her one last slap on her already-reddened ass before she and Nerine left. With her guests gone, Morgan sat at the table and stared at Ash, bent over and awaiting her next instructions.

"That was some good stuff, bitch," Morgan finally said after several seconds of silence. "Good thing I've always got the cameras running in here. I think that Ashley Willams tribute site is going to be getting a new upload pretty soon. I'm sure they're all going to love watching you tell the galaxy what a big slut you were before I came along and showed you what a real cock feels like."

Ash said nothing, her eyes focused on the jar full of cum resting on the table. She could feel herself salivating at the sight of it, imagining herself walking over, unscrewing the lid, and swallowing down every last drop of it.

Seeing Ash's stare, Morgan gave her a soft smile. "Oh, I know, bitch," she said, lightly patting the jar's lid. "But I'm saving that cum for something else. Something... important. But don't worry. The next load, and every load after that, are all going to be for you."

"Thank you, Mistress," Ash automatically replied. Her back was starting to hurt a little from being bent over for more than an hour, but nonetheless she held her position as Morgan stood up, grabbed the jar, and deposited it into her refrigerator next to some leftover meal rations and energy drinks. With that task handled, Morgan walked around behind Ash, and Ash heard her sink down to her knees.

"Yeah, that did the job," Morgan said, and Ash let out a light moan as she felt Morgan's fingers working around inside of her pussy. "Those two gaped that cunt of yours open real good, bitch. Should make sure you're nice and ready."

For a moment, Ash forgot herself and spoke without being prompted. "Ready for what, mistress?" Immediately she regretted it, and prepared herself for whatever punishment the mistress would give her in response for her disobedience.

But the mistress was feeling generous tonight, and simply responded to Ash's question. "You'll see, bitch. Tomorrow's going to be quite an interesting day. I'm gonna get some damn answers, one way or the other," Morgan said. Her fingers left Ash's stretched-wide twat, and Ash let out a light moan of disappointment. "Go hit the shower, bitch. You're starting to get a little ripe."

"Yes, mistress," Ash said, standing up straight and walking back to the bathroom, while trying to hide her sad expression. As much as she had hoped the mistress would fuck her tonight, and as disappointed as she was that it might not happen, it was important for a bitch to never display her real emotions. Never let the mistress see you as anything else than her beautiful, perfectly happy bitch. So she forced a smile to her face as she passed Morgan on the way to the shower.

Underneath the warm spray, Ash soaped off her naked body, while rinsing away the cum dripping down her legs and smeared across her face. As she cleaned herself thoroughly, wanting to be perfect for her perfect mistress, she wondered if she had done something wrong. If there was a reason that Morgan wasn't favoring her bitch with her cum tonight. And what all this talk about "answers" was?

The New Ash hated it when things got complicated. Because when things like that happened, the chances that she would be taken away from her mistress increased. Why couldn't everything just stay simple? Why couldn't she just stay Morgan's bitch for the rest of her life, sucking her cock and taking it up the ass for as long as her mistress allowed?

Just as she felt herself almost beginning to cry at the thought of her life with her mistress ending, she heard the door to the shower stall slide open. And as she felt muscular arms reach around her from behind and play with her tits, and the hot press of a thick cock against her back, the blissful smile that came to Ash's face was 100% genuine.

Her mistress still loved her. That was all that mattered.

And as Ash turned around and sank down to her knees to start lovingly licking Morgan's cock underneath the hot spray of the shower, the jar of cum in the refrigerator seemed a lot less important.

What was one load of cum, after all? There would always be more. Always and always and always, more and more and more.
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