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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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"Rise and shine, Shepard. It's time for us to get started."

Slowly, Shepard opened her eyes, leaning up from her stiff mattress to see Brooks standing at the other side of her cell's forcefield, hands on her hips and flanked by two leering Phantoms.

Shepard stared at them all while feeling mildly disoriented. For the past few hours she had managed to put herself into a somewhat-meditative state of calm. A skill she had learned to kill the boredom during the months of (comparatively heavenly) captivity before the Reapers attacked Earth. Her current circumstances made her efforts much more difficult, as she was forced to watch her friends and comrades being led away from their cells, only to be returned looking changed in drastic ways.

First it had been Kasumi and her asari cellmate: Kasumi's eyes had been distant when she had stepped back into the cellblock, while the asari moaned and wantonly touched herself. Then, Miranda and Oriana had been led away, returning with haunted looks on their faces and holding each other's hands for comfort. Now, it seemed, it was Shepard's turn.

Brooks saw the confusion on Shepard's face and sneered. "Oh, did you think we had forgotten you?" she asked snidely. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but my partner and I had certain tasks to deal with upon our return. But now that all those concerns have been handled, it is time for you to begin your training."

Training, Brooks called it. Shepard still remembered the last time Brooks had spoken to her back on the Normandy. About how she planned to break Shepard's will, make her into little more than a puppet. As the hours had passed in the cell, Shepard and Liara laying in silence on their cots and awaiting the horrors to come, Shepard had tried her best to mentally prepare herself for whatever tortures Brooks had prepared for her.

She wouldn't break, Shepard told herself that. Resisting the pain would be the easy part. But the tricky part, the part that would be necessary if her and Liara's plan was to succeed, would be to convince Brooks that she had been broken. Because if Brooks was telling the truth, and planned to replace the Shepard clone with the genuine Shepard once she was sure she had "broken" her, it was their best opportunity to remove one of their two main adversaries from the equation.

Shepard rose slowly to her feet. Part of her was nervous about being separated from Liara; having the woman she loved by her side for most of this ordeal had been one of the few things keeping her sane. But the two of them had to appear as if there was tension between them, so Shepard forced herself to not even glance back at Liara as she walked to the forcefield and obediently stood in front of Brooks.

"Bring it down," Brooks instructed one of the Phantoms, who walked over to the keypad next to the cell and quickly tapped in the combination. Once the field was down, Brooks gestured for Shepard to follow her, and turned away to walked towards the door to the "testing areas."

Shepard couldn't help but notice how easily and without hesitation Brooks turned her back to Shepard. Sloppy, Miss Brooks, she thought to herself as she followed behind Brooks, the two Phantoms walking by her side. Keep staying that cocky. One day, when you turn your back to me again, I'll be ready to jab a omni-blade into it.

Behind the door at the opposite end of the cellblock was a long hallway, with three doors on both sides. Stepping to the first door on the left, Brooks casually triggered the lock and motioned to her two Phantom minions. "Take her in and prepare her," she said, the words making Shepard's muscles tense as she imagine what "preparation" would entail.

Stepping inside of the room, Shepard felt like she had walked into the past. A room out of some mansion from a century or two ago, with fake wood floors and an artificial fireplace. It reminded Shepard a bit of the apartment she inherited from Anderson, albeit looking a lot more affluent and posh.

One of the Phantoms grabbed Shepard by the shoulder and pushed her forward. Shepard nearly tripped on one of the elaborately-detailed rugs as she was ushered towards a rough wooden table set in the middle of the room. Once the Phantoms were satisfied with her position, one of them reached into a nearby storage crate and pulled out a handful of thin, rough-looking ropes. As the other one grabbed Shepard by the wrists and roughly forced her hands behind her back, the first Phantom wrapped the ropes around Shepard's arms and upper body. The rough bonds soon had Shepard's arms secured in place, Shepard forcing herself not to move too much to keep the coarse strands from digging against her sensitive flesh.

"On your face, bitch," one of the Phantoms instructed Shepard, shoving her forward again against the wooden table. Begrudgingly, Shepard lied down on her stomach on the rough piece of furniture. She gritted her teeth at the feel of the cold wood against her bare tits, while the ropes that crisscrossed her upper body rubbed and scraped against the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Once she was down on her belly, she felt rough hands grab onto her ankles, spread her legs apart, and tie the same painfully-rough ropes around each of her ankles individually.

"I've been thinking long and hard these past few days, Shepard," Brooks said from somewhere behind her. As Brooks monologued, Shepard could see the two Phantoms out of the corner of her eye, walking away towards one of the mansion-like room's walls. She let out an unconscious gasp as she suddenly felt herself being yanked upwards, a metallic grinding from above her letting her know she was being raised up towards the ceiling by some sort of winch. The ropes around her ankles and breasts tightened and bit into her flesh, and Shepard forced herself not to cry out in pain as she was raised up slightly off the wooden table and suspended into the air. Once the two Phantoms were finished adjusting her position, Shepard was dangling in a horizontal position, naked and helpless, with her legs spread open and her pussy on bare display.

"Thinking, Shepard, about how I'm going to finally break you," Brooks said, and her voice moved closer until the Cerberus leader had moved in front of Shepard. By this point, Shepard wasn't the least bit surprised to see that Brooks had stripped out of her Cerberus uniform while her minions had secured Shepard, the dark-skinned woman brazenly parading around in her skimpy bra and panties. "Because if my plans are going to work, I need you broken completely. Allow me to demonstrate what I mean."

Adjusting the table that was now a few inches below Shepard's helplessly swaying body, Brooks hopped up and spread her legs. "Lower her back down a bit, if you would," she instructed the two Phantoms casually. The winch above Shepard grinded again, and Shepard was slowly lowered down. "Stop right there," Brooks said, her intentions clear as Shepard now found herself with her face less than an inch from Brooks's panty-clad pussy.

Pulling aside the crotch of her underwear, Brooks grabbed Shepard by her short-cropped red hair and yanked her attention up to Brooks's face. "Lick my twat, Shepard," Brooks said, before releasing Shepard and letting her head flop back down into Brooks's cunt.

Shepard knew what was expected of her by this point, and the penalties for disobedience that would be visited, not on her, but on the people she cared about. Closing her eyes, Shepard stuck out her tongue and began slowly running the tip of it up the folds of Brooks's labia. By the time she reached her captor's clit, and prepared herself to begin flicking her tongue against the sensitive nub, she let out a sharp cry of pain as she felt Brooks's hand yanking on her hair again.

"Why did you do that?" Brooks snapped as she yanked Shepard's head back up, staring down into Shepard's eyes with a stern expression.

"I... I don't know what..." Shepard said, uncertain what she had done wrong to provoke Brooks's anger.

"Why..." Brooks said again, giving Shepard's hair another rough tug. "... did you do that, Shepard? Why did you lick my twat?"

Struggling to figure out what answer would avoid further punishment for herself and her friends, Shepard could come up with no good response. "Because you told me to," she finally spat out, unable to conceal the contempt in her voice.

With a disgusted sound, Brooks shoved Shepard's head to the side, and readjusted her panties back over her crotch before standing up. "You're lying to me, Shepard. And right there is the problem we need to correct."

"What the hell do you mean?" Shepard said, speaking out of turn but too annoyed in her current, painful situation to care. "You told me to do it, and I did it."

Crossing her arms under her chest, Brooks let out a sigh. "No, Shepard. You didn't stick your tongue in my pussy because I told you to. You did it because I told you to... and I have you and your friends help captive here. You did it because you know that if you didn't, I'd find some way to force you to do it. Perhaps by spending a few hours jamming a varren prod into Liara's ample blue backside until I got tired of her screaming. Or maybe by grabbing a few of your friends from their cells and letting Bowers and his boys take turns in their holes like our little celebration back on the Normandy. That's why you shoved your tongue into my pussy, Shepard. You licked my twat, Shepard, because you had no other choice."

Brooks motioned up with her fingers to the Phantoms, who raised the winch suspending Shepard until she was at eye-level with Brooks. "And if those factors were to change, Shepard... would you eat me out if I 'told you to,' then?" Brooks asked Shepard, reaching down a hand to idly play with one of Shepard's breasts as she spoke. "If the pain and suffering of you and your comrades were no longer a factor in the equation... would you eat me out if I 'told you to' then?" Brooks arched an eyebrow at Shepard and added. "Be honest, now."

"No," Shepard said simply, deciding not to detail all the things she would do to Brooks in that situation. "No, I wouldn't."

"And therein, class, lies the dilemma," Brooks said, teasing one of Shepard's nipples to erectness with her fingers only to pinch and tug on it. "Because I could settle for just using you like a fuck-toy and forcing you to become my personal slut under the threat of pain or worse. But if my plans are going to succeed, I need you broken, Shepard. Completely and utterly. When I instruct you to do something, I need you to truly do it because I told you to, and only because I told you to. I need you to be obedient without hesitation, compliant without reservation. I need you to hang on my every word like God is shouting it down from the fucking heavens. And no matter how long it takes, Shepard... I will get what I want."

Shepard let out a relieved sigh as Brooks removed her hand from Shepard's nipple, her torturer reaching up both of her hands to cradle Shepard's face. "I know you think you're strong, Shepard. That you can withstand whatever I subject you to. But mark my words: I will break you. Like a dog, I will make you my faithful, dutiful pet."

Try it, bitch, Shepard thought but didn't say. Better than you have tried to make me surrender.

"And how does one train a dog?" Brooks said, removing her hands from Shepard's face and strolling casually over to one side of the room. "Because if I'm going to break you, that's how I'm going to have to do it: by turning you into an animal. Animals don't think like you and I do, Shepard. Animals only understand two things: rewards and punishment. To put it even simpler... pleasure and pain are how I'm going to break you, Shepard."

Bending down into the storage crate at her feet, Brooks quickly retrieved two items, one in each hand. "And today is your lucky day, Shepard. Because today we're going to start... with pleasure."

Shepard glanced at the two items that Brooks was carrying in her direction. The one in her left hand was unmistakable; Shepard had seen it a few times in some X-rated vids she had rented once to get her and Liara in the mood. It was one of those large, high-powered magic wand vibrators. As she walked towards Shepard, Brooks played with the switch, the ball on top of the device buzzing loudly every time Brooks activated it.

The other object, Shepard had never seen before. Three metal prongs with glowing tips arched out from a small, electronic base. Brooks noticed the way Shepard's eyes locked on the thin metal device and smirked. "What's this, you're wondering?" Brooks said. "This is... well, I believe it would be better to show you than try to explain."

Standing in front of the dangling Shepard, Brooks reached up with the unknown device and wrapped the metal rods around Shepard's head. There was a soft click as Brooks adjusted the device, and Shepard could hear a low hum coming from the metal rods now wrapping around her temples and the top of her head.

"Feel any different, Shepard?" Brooks asked. "I'm sure you don't. What this device does will become apparent quite soon, however." She gestured to one of the Phantoms and handed her the vibrator. "Use this on Shepard, if you would," Brooks instructed, turning on the switch as she passed her minion the sex toy.

"With pleasure," the Phantom responded, a filthy leer in her voice as she walked around behind Shepard and positioned herself between the helpless Spectre's spread legs. Even after bracing herself for it, Shepard let out a surprised gasp as she felt the buzzing, vibrating ball press against her clit. Despite her current, uncomfortable position, she could feel the hum of the magic wand stimulating her most-sensitive areas.

Was this what Brooks was talking about? Shepard thought to herself as the Phantom rubbed the maddeningly intense vibrator against Shepard's pussy. The pressure against her crotch caused Shepard to sway slightly in her bonds, and she could feel the ropes holding her up digging harder into her skin. Breaking me with pleasure and pain? If she thinks this is going to break me, she's sadly mistaken.

As she watched the Phantom work the vibrator around Shepard's twat, Brooks casually unhooked her bra and let it tumble to the rug below. "You," she turned her attention to the other Phantom, while at the same time sliding her panties down her thighs and kicking them away. "Make yourself useful. Come over here and finish what Shepard started. Oh, but lose the uniform first."

Behind her, underneath the buzz of the vibrator teasing at her pussy, Shepard could hear the other Phantom quickly disrobe. Soon, the well-muscled and tattooed Cerberus soldier was naked and kneeling down in front of Brooks, obediently eating out her commander.

"Mmm, now that's the kind of obedience I'm looking for, Shepard," Brooks said with a lazy smile as she ran her hand through the hungrily-licking Phantom's hair. Shepard couldn't imagine a more un-erotic sight, but the relentless vibration of the magic wand between her legs was bringing Shepard closer and closer to an unwanted climax.

"Unh," Shepard let out a moan, feeling sweat start to bead on her forehead as her body reacted to the forced stimulation. Her breath came out heavy as she swayed slightly in her bonds, wishing she could move enough to remove herself from the reach of the maddeningly pleasurable sensations between her legs. But despite her disgust at this situation, her body was responding to the constant stimulation, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with every passing second of sexual torture.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Shepard?" Brooks said, playing with her own tits as the Phantom on the floor continued eating her out. "Feels like you just want to surrender to the pleasure, don't you? Don't worry. It's not like you're enjoying yourself, right? Nobody would judge you at all if you just... let go."

Hearing the mocking words made Shepard fight against her impending orgasm all the more. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she tried her best to focus her mind on anything other than the primal urges drawing her ever closer to a shameful climax. She thought about Liara, helpless and alone back in their cell. Desperately, she tried to let her feelings of despair and worry for her lover force aside the pleasure being inflicted upon her.

Try as she might, though, the magic wand between her legs drove away any attempts by Shepard to ignore it. Still, she fought against the orgasm that she could feel coming closer... and closer...

"You know, you don't have to just use the wand, honey," Brooks said to the Phantom currently between Shepard's legs. "Get your fingers in there and work that g-spot."

No, Shepard desperately thought to herself, even as she felt the Phantom's fingers slide into her sopping wet cunt and begin feeling around her inner walls. By now, Shepard was dripping with sweat, and could no longer keep herself from moaning with every breath as she came dangerously close to her final release. Dammit, she didn't want to let Brooks win. Eventually, she would provide her enemy the illusion of victory, but not this soon.

But as the Phantom's probing digits found the most sensitive area inside of Shepard's twat, and Shepard let out a long, low moan that brought a wicked smile to Brooks's face, Shepard realized that she wasn't going to win this fight. Brooks was determined to make her cum today, and no matter how long Shepard held out, she had a feeling that Brooks would get what she wanted in the end.

So Shepard stopped fighting. Closing her eyes, she prepared herself for a screaming, humiliating climax. As the Phantom's stroking fingers against her g-spot and the magic wand against her clit brought her right to the brink, Shepard held her breath and...

And...

"Uh oh, Shepard. Is something wrong?"

Hearing Brooks's taunts, Shepard's eyes snapped open. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Between her legs, she could still feeling the impending climax that had seemed just seconds away before. But as time passed, and the stimulation between her legs continued, Shepard kept waiting for the final release... and it wasn't coming.

"Hmm, I think your comrade over there isn't getting the job done," Brooks said to the Phantom between her legs. "Go relieve her if you would. And you," Brooks pointed to the other Phantom. "Get that uniform off and pick up where your fellow soldier is leaving off."

Shepard felt the magic wand and fingers pull away from her pussy. A few minutes ago, she would have been relieved. But not now. She had been so close. Even now, she could still feel herself clinging to the edge of her climax. And as the other Phantom accepted the magic wand from her comrade and Shepard felt it press against her twat again, she could feel those same sensations in her pussy. That moment just before cumming, the anticipation before the final release.

And again... it didn't come.

"Four stages of the female orgasm, Shepard," Brooks calmly lectured, as the other naked Phantom dropped to her knees and carried on eating out her commander where the other Phantom had left off. "Arousal, plateau, the orgasm itself, and then resolution. Henneman explained it to me once in a bunch of dreary technical terms. Kinda takes all the fun out of fucking to know all the science behind it, wouldn't you say? But to put it in simple terms: there's the arousal phase, which is when you're playing around with your partner of choice, getting all nice and wet and fucking like a couple of bunnies. And once you're turned on enough, you reach what is known as the plateau. It's those last few seconds, when the arousal is at its peak, just before you start cumming your ass off."

Giving Shepard a sinister smile, Brooks continued. "But then, I don't think I need to explain to you what that is, Shepard. Because right now... and for as long as I feel like leaving you there... you're going to be making camp up on that plateau."

Squirming in her bonds, Shepard gasped for breath. Sweat was now pouring from her body and trickling down to dampen the wooden table below her. And still, she felt the buzz of the magic wand against her pussy, and the building pleasure that should have ended in a final climax. And still, she found herself right on the brink of her final release, and unable to make herself cum.

"Guess you know now what that little device up on your head is for," Brooks said, pointing to her own temple while wiggling her hips in the licking and slurping Phantom's face. "But in case you haven't figured it out, let me make it plain for you: that device is interfacing with your brain chemistry, and preventing you from reaching an orgasm."

Reaching over to a nearby side table, Brooks picked up a small metal box, showing it to Shepard. The simple-looking device had nothing on it but two buttons: a red one and a glowing green one below it. "See this? This switch deactivates the device on your head. If I were to push this red button right here," Brooks moved her fingertip around the dimmed red button slowly, "It would deactivate the device and no doubt send you into one of the best goddamn orgasms of your entire worthless fucking life."

Shepard gasped, staring with wild, desperate eyes at the box in Brooks's hand. Between her legs, the Phantom was following Brooks's orders to the letter. The magic wand stroked and pressed against Shepard's throbbing clit, while fingers pushed between her pussy lips and stroked her inner walls firmly and exquisitely. She was so close. So damn close. She could hear herself hyperventilating, the ropes scraping against her dripping wet flesh as she squirmed against her bonds. The quiet hum she had heard from the device on her head now seemed louder than the roar of a Reaper's horn, the damned thing screwing with her mind and keeping her just on the edge of release.

"You want to cum so bad, don't you?" Brooks said to Shepard mockingly. "I can see it in your eyes, how desperate you are. Remember what I said, Shepard, about how I was going to break you. Pain... and pleasure. So here is today's lesson in obedience: you will be allowed to cum... when you beg me for it. All you have to do is say, 'Please let me cum. Please, Mistress Maya. Please allow me to cum.' Say those words, Shepard, and I'll hit this red button and you can cum to your heart's content."

Putting the device back down, Brooks gave a slight shrug. "Or you can refuse. You can continue to resist me. But just to warn you... I've cleared out my schedule for the rest of the day. And when it comes to waiting for you to beg me, Shepard, I can be very... very... patient."

Shepard stared at the device on the table, as if concentrating on it hard enough would cause the red button to press itself on its own. In front of her, Brooks shuddered and let out several quick gasps, as the Phantom's face between her legs was soon slick with Brooks's juices.

"Feels so good to cum, doesn't it?" Brooks said with a wicked gleam in her eye as she reached down to run her fingers against the wetness of her twat. Stepping over to Shepard, Brooks waved her glistening fingers under Shepard's nose, forcing Shepard to get a deep sniff of Brooks's arousal. "God, I can't imagine what you must be going through right now. So close to cumming and yet... so very far away."

Shutting her eyes tight, Shepard shook her head violently. She could hear Brooks laughing. "A very nice try, Shepard. But I can assure you that the device is secured quite well. It's not going anywhere... unless I allow it to."

Opening her eyes, the buzzing between her legs keeping her on the brink of madness, Shepard was eye-to-eye with Brooks. "Once more, Shepard. Beg me to let you cum. Because if I don't hear you begging me at the count of three... well, I'm not going to ask you again for another hour. We'll see how proud and strong you are after that long on the edge."

Part of her was ready to give in right then. Feeling the maddening sensations between her legs and knowing that Brooks intended them to go on for at least another hour, a small voice in Shepard's brain was begging her to submit.

It doesn't mean she's beaten you, the voice said, and even in her own imagination she could hear her internal voice trembling with need. You're not surrendering. You're just playing the part.

But to give up now wouldn't be playing the part. It would be a true surrender. And Shepard couldn't allow herself that. No matter how crazy it was driving her to be this close to cumming.

"One... two..." Brooks counted, staring expectantly at Shepard. After a long pause, Brooks finished with a smirk, "Three. Missed your shot, Shepard." Looking down at the Phantom who had made her cum, still down on her knees, Brooks pointed across the room. "Fetch me two of those strap-ons. Looks like we're going to be here a while, and you know how I get when I'm bored."
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