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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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Kelly woke up to a familiar buzz. Blearily, she pulled herself out of the dream she had been having – a terrible one, much like all the ones she had been having since Cerberus had come for her on Chasca – and reached to her nightstand for the datapad.

"HEY. ARE THE BOSSES THERE?" flashed the message on her datapad.

Quickly, Kelly tapped out a message. "NO, THEY'RE NOT ON. WHAT'S GOING ON?" As she waited for a response, she turned her attention to the mat at the corner of the room. The shoddy accommodations that Morgan had provided for Kelly's bitch. Sam must have heard Kelly moving on the bed, as she rose up from the floor mat and stood up straight. Still playing the part, Kelly thought to herself, as she glanced at the surveillance camera.

"Bitch, entertain me," Kelly forced herself to sound stern as she spoke to Sam. "There's a bag of toys in my wardrobe. Pick one out and play with yourself while I deal with this."

"Yes, mistress," Sam responded, the sound of it still making Kelly ache inside. She turned her attention back to the datapad as Sam rustled around in the duffel bag.

"COMMANDER HAS NEW PLAN. GOING TO TRY A TROJAN HORSE GAMBIT TO GET US ONTO OMEGA. GOT AN OLD MERC ON BOARD WHO HAS TIES TO A KROGAN, DUGAS, WHO MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET US A SHIP THAT WILL FOOL BALAK'S PEOPLE."

In a chair at the corner of the room, almost directly opposite the surveillance camera, Sam sat down with a small vibrator that she had retrieved from the bag. Turning it on with a soft buzz, Sam began rubbing it softly against her clit. "Mmm," she moaned, in a way that Kelly would have found unbelievably sexy were it not for their current circumstances. "Are you watching me, mistress? I'm so hot for you. My pussy gets so wet just thinking about you," she said, her voice low and husky as she worked the buzzing sex toy between her legs. Kelly watched as Sam reached up with her free hand to rub her bare tit, her eyes locked on Kelly's as she slowly played with herself. "Am I doing well, mistress? Do you like watching me?"

Dammit, Sam was too good at this. For a moment there, Kelly had gotten so caught up in watching Sam's slow, sensuous self-teasing that it wasn't until the mole sent another message that she snapped out of it. "YOU THERE? MISSION IS GOING TO TAKE US SEVERAL DAYS OUT FROM OMEGA, SO YOU'LL HAVE SOME TIME TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO SCUTTLE THIS PLAN."

"THANKS FOR THE INFO," Kelly typed back. "I'LL LET THE BOSSES KNOW AS SOON AS I'M ABLE." Almost as soon as the message was sent, she turned her attention back to Sam. I'm just playing the part, she told herself, as she drank in the dirty show that Sam was putting on for her. Just being the mistress like Morgan wants me to be. Doesn't mean I'm really enjoying this.

"Are you going to fuck me, mistress?" Sam cooed, the vibrator between her legs glistening and moist. "I saw a sensory strap-on in that bag. I would be so happy if my mistress used it on me."

Kelly hesitated. Back on Chasca, she and Sam hadn't been much for toys. They were usually more than happy to get each other off with just their fingers and tongues. But the moment they had set foot on this station, their sex lives had nothing to do with what the two of them enjoyed. But what the twisted pervert who manned the cameras around these parts would want to see. So, as much as she hated the idea, she knew that fucking Sam with a strap-on would be just the sort of thing that Morgan would enjoy watching, and would maybe keep the frightening security chief off her case for a little while longer.

Turning slightly to the camera, and wondering just how well Morgan might have been able to read her lips, Kelly loudly spoke. "You think I care what makes you happy, bitch? If I use that strap-on on you, it's because I want to use it. But just this once, I'll indulge you. Get onto the bed, on your hands and knees."

"Yes, mistress. I apologize, mistress," Sam said, laying the vibrator aside and following Kelly's instructions. Kelly was surprised to see how wet Sam had gotten the vibrator in the brief time she had been playing with herself. For a moment, she wondered if Sam was actually getting off from playing this degrading role. But it was a notion quickly dismissed: Sam was playing the part, just like Kelly was. And if that was what it took to keep Morgan from throwing Sam to the wolves, Kelly would keep doing what she had to do.

Walking over to the wardrobe in the short tanktop and panties she had slept in, Kelly picked out the sensory strap-on. Sliding off her panties, she fastened the sex toy over her bare crotch and activated it. Once Kelly was feeling the bizarre sensation of having a cock between her legs, she turned back to Sam. Part of her wished she didn't have to take Sam in such a degrading fashion. That if they had to do this, the two of them could be face-to-face. But Kelly wasn't sure she could keep up this act while looking Sam in the eyes. And besides, sex like this was much more to Morgan's tastes.

Kneeling down behind Sam, Kelly rubbed the head of her prick against Sam's wet pussy lips. "Give it to me, mistress," Sam moaned, her face pointed towards the camera. "Fuck your bitch's wet pussy."

"Shut up, bitch," Kelly snarled, surprising herself at the ferocity in her faked command. Lining herself up, she thrust herself deep into Sam's wet snatch. The sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant, despite the horrible circumstances, and soon Kelly was slowly thrusting herself in and out of Sam's pussy.

Hope you're enjoying the show, Morgan, Kelly thought to herself, as an image came to her mind of Morgan sitting in front of her bank of surveillance camera feeds. No doubt with her cock out of her pants, either jerking herself off or, more likely, having her whipped bitch Ash suck her off as she watched the show. After days of being subjected to similar perverted images, Kelly was surprised to find that the mental picture of Morgan pleasuring herself to Kelly and Sam's fucking didn't fill her with the same disgust as it once had.

In fact, Kelly found her mind lingering more than she ever would have imagined on the thought of the impossibly muscular security chief. Her uniform pants unzipped with her massive cock coated in Ash's glistening saliva. Kelly wasn't sure if she was just falling way too hard into the role she was playing, or if she was starting to lose her sanity. But the thought of Morgan watching Kelly give it to her bitch, and getting turned on at the sight of it, suddenly seemed strangely exciting to her.

"Oh, fuck," Kelly gasped, before reaching down to whip off her tanktop and bare her tits for the camera. All while never missing a stroke as she continued to fuck Sam. "Nothing feels better in the morning than my bitch's tight little cunt," she said lewdly, smirking into the camera as she spoke.

"Mistress, please," Sam moaned, her ass bouncing against Kelly's hips as she thrust herself back against the strap-on. "Fuck your bitch harder. I love it when you fuck me like this."

Dammit, what had gotten into her? Before long Kelly was roughly pounding into Sam's dripping cunt. She grinned eagerly as she buried herself into Sam, not sure if the manic smile on her face was just part of the act or a sign of her actual enjoyment of this depraved act. Whatever it was, Kelly found herself unable to stop smiling, or slow down her rough, fast thrusts into Sam. It hadn't been that long ago that she had been forced into a similar act back in the Normandy's shuttle bay. That whole situation, fucking Sam in front of most of the Cerberus crew, had only been bearable due to the drugs that Henneman had slipped her beforehand. If it hadn't been for the pleasant, calming buzz that those drugs had given her, then...

And that was when a shocking thought entered her mind. She had been under the influence of those drugs when she had fucked Sam in the cargo bay... but that hadn't been the only time she had been forced to fuck Sam by her captors. The other time had been the "wake" back on the Normandy, when Morgan had revealed Sam tied up on the card table and handed Kelly a Sultana to use on Sam. Back then, the only way Kelly had managed to go through with doing that to Sam was because of the hallucinogenic drugs lacing the liquor Kelly had been drinking at the time.

It was only two times, Kelly desperately thought to herself. Not enough to build up the association. But still, once the thought was there, it was hard for it to leave. Like Pavlov's dogs, salivating at the sound of a bell, Kelly's mind was starting to associate the good feelings that those drugs had given her, with the feeling of screwing Sam while someone was watching her.

God, no. Please, no, Kelly thought to herself, all while continuing to fuck Traynor from behind. But even as she desperately tried to will it away, the image of Morgan watching and getting off to Kelly fucking Sam was getting a pleasant buzz going in Kelly's mind. And between her legs as well, as the sensory strap-on sent the feeling of Sam's slick inner walls clenching along the length of Kelly's cock directly to the pleasure centers of Kelly's brain.

"Fuck me, mistress," Sam gasped, Kelly's sheets clenched between her fingers as she worked her hips back against Kelly's thrusting cock. "Make your bitch cum."

Kelly wanted to tell Sam to stop. That the sound of the woman she loved moaning and begging to be fucked was only deepening the insanity that she feared was creeping into her mind. But she couldn't do that as long as the camera watched from above. Even the idea of faking an orgasm and putting a stop to this before it went any further was being drowned out by Sam's feigned urging to be fucked harder.

"You want me to make you cum, bitch?" Kelly heard herself say, as her fingers dug in hard into Sam's flesh and she started fucking Sam even faster. "You think a dirty little bitch like you deserves to cum?"

"Only if... if... unnh," Sam struggled to form a coherent thought as Kelly's cock relentlessly stroked against her clit and forced her pussy open again and again. "Only if my mistress... decides that I'm worthy."

"Oh, fuck!" Kelly cried out, as she felt her muscles start to spasm. She was cumming, and cumming hard. Thrusting every last inch of the strap-on deep into Sam, Kelly let out several loud, strangled cries as she trembled at the force of her climax. Below her, she could hear Sam letting out similar heated sounds. Whether or not Sam was faking for the benefit of the camera, the sound of her lover's moans only made Kelly's climax hit her that much harder. By the time she was finished, Kelly was completely drained and shivering, and she fell back to sit on the bed, her strap-on cock popping out of Sam with a wet sound and jutting lewdly from her hips.

"Thank you, mistress," Sam said between gasps for air. "Do you... have any further use for me?"

"I... I don't..." Kelly said, her senses started to return to her in the wake of her mind-shattering climax. As she remembered what had happened, all of her thoughts of keeping up the act for the camera were forgotten. Standing up quickly from the bed, she fumbled at the straps around her hips. After finally unhooking the disgusting device and tossing it away, she fled to the spot in her room where she was invisible from the surveillance cameras. The second she was there, her body was wracked with sobs.

"Hey, hey, Kelly," Sam said, as she moved into the spot in front of Kelly and put her hands on Kelly's shoulders. "You did great. That was just the sort of show that will keep Morgan from..."

"I can't do this anymore, Sam," Kelly said desperately, refusing to meet her lover's eyes. "When I was... doing that... I think I'm losing my mind, Sam. Everything that's happened, the things they've made me done... I'm afraid of what's happening to me." She finally looked up at Sam with tears in her eyes. "And I'm afraid of what I might do to you."

Reaching down, Sam took one of Kelly's hands in hers, and pulled it up to plant a light kiss on her fingers. "Kelly, listen to me. I trust you to always do the right thing," she said. "And I know that you would never do anything to hurt me. Even if you lost control a little bit back there, I know that you're doing it to make sure that both of us get out of this alive."

"But... what I did to you... what I've been doing to you... I'm worried that I'm starting to..."

Kelly's thought was interrupted by the sound of the door chime for her quarters. As Kelly and Sam both gasped and turned to the door, a voice was heard through the intercom. "Rise and shine, babe!" said the course voice of Nerine. "It's me and Karlie here to pay a visit and have some fun with your bitch! We know you're in there, so open up!"

"Oh, no!" Kelly said, looking back at Sam with wide, desperate eyes.

Sam was unable to hide the fear that came over her, but she gave Kelly a firm nod. "It's okay. I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be, I suppose. Let them in."

But Kelly couldn't do it. Especially after losing control so completely earlier, the thought of watching as the two vicious Phantoms violated Sam was too much to bear right now. Then she remembered. "The mole!" she exclaimed to Sam. Rushing back into the main living area of her quarters, Kelly began quickly throwing her underwear, followed by her Cerberus uniform. "I need to go tell someone about the mole's latest message!"

Sam sighed. She knew that Kelly was only delaying the inevitable, but she wasn't going to argue with her. Especially with the two of them back in sight of the cameras. Bitches don't argue, after all. Bitches do what they're told.

Once Kelly was dressed, she opened the door to face down the two leering Phantoms standing there. "Sorry," she muttered. "I have something urgent to discuss with Shepard and Brooks. I'm afraid I don't have the time right now."

"Well, you better make the time, Kelly," Karlie said as Kelly forced her way past the two of them and shut the door to her quarters. "See, Morgan asked us to deliver a message. She's tired of you holding out on us, and she said that if you don't let us have a crack at that bitch of yours by the end of today... then your bitch comes back with us to the barracks."

"Not that we wouldn't love that shit, you know," Nerine said, grinning lewdly while openly grabbing at her crotch. "That sweet little thing in a room fully of horny Phantoms who only sleep thirty minutes a day... mmm, in a week she'll either be dead, or so addicted to Cerberus twat that she'll never want to leave. But if you'd rather keep her sleeping in your quarters, babe, then you'd better be back in your quarters at 2100 hours tonight. And ready to give us a taste of your bitch's tight little cunt.

Because if you're not, our next stop is the security room. And you really don't want to make us have to complain to Morgan about you again."

Karlie shook her head. "No, you really don't. So you're going to be here at 2100, right? You ain't gonna have some bullshit errand to run then, are you?"

Fighting the urge to start sobbing again, Kelly slowly nodded her head. "I'll be here," she forced herself to say.

"Sweet!" Karlie said. "Looking forward to getting a taste of some hot Indian twat," she turned to elbow Nerine. "Come on, let's hit the gym. Limber up a bit for tonight, huh?"

"Sounds good," Nerine said. "Later, Kelly!" she said, her stare intent. "Just remember. Your door opens at 2100, or your bitch goes bye-bye."

"I'll remember," Kelly said, shuddering as Karlie and Nerine turned and walked away. Already, she saw the minutes counting down in her mind, and struggled not to vomit in the middle of the hallway as she went in the opposite direction from the two Phantoms.
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