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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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"Oh, Maya, Maya, Maya," Morgan said, watching on the monitor as Brooks and her two Phantom bodyguards toyed with the dangling Shepard. "Relying on those high-tech gadgets to break your bitch in, really? One of these days, I really need to teach you how to do things the old-fashioned way. Still, though... providing for some nice afternoon viewing."

Slouching back in her chair, Morgan watched with a slight smile as one of the Phantoms lowered Shepard down slightly, while the other secured her strap-on and moved between Shepard's legs to begin pounding her twat. It was hard to tell in the low-resolution video feed, but the look on Shepard's face was somewhere between abject misery and indescribable pleasure as the Phantom grabbed her hips and roughly fucked her. Brooks, meanwhile, was sitting on the couch and spreading her legs to allow the other Phantom to climb between them and shove her own fake cock into her commander's pussy.

Shaking her head, Morgan let out a disappointed sigh. "Doesn't she see the mixed messages she sends out when she bottoms for her people like that? You want to be the head cunt in charge, you should always be topping. Next thing you know, Miss Brooks is going to end up as somebody else's bitch. And where would Cerberus be then, huh?"

With a shrug, Morgan cycled through the other camera views. Nothing caught her eye until she reached Hallway 2-F in the restricted area, and caught a glimpse of Kelly heading rapidly down the hall, datapad in hand. "My, my, what has my sweetie Kel-Bear in such a hurry?" Morgan mused as she switched the angle to follow Kelly's path. She watched in curiosity as Kelly made her way towards the door to the slave cellblock. Switching cameras again, Morgan let out a low chuckle. "Oh, you boys. Can't resist playing with those toys of yours."

In the center of the cellblock area, Bowers and his three underlings stood in a tight circle. Pants at their ankles and stroking their cocks in the direction of the beaming, horny asari on her knees in their midst. Even in the low resolution video feed, Morgan could see Delaana licking her lips before gripping Roth's cock by the base and wrapping her lips around the shaft. Her other hand found Okoru's throbbing prick, and she stroked it while bobbing her head on Roth's prick.

It was just as the door to the cellblock opened, and Kelly stepped inside, that Bowers squinted his eyes shut and began firing his load in Delaana's direction. The cum splattered against her head tendrils, and she immediately pulled away from Roth's prick to turn and catch the last spurts of Bowers's jizz on her tongue. As Kelly watched with wide, horrified eyes, the other three men soon started cumming as well, Delaana turning to each one to open her mouth and happily swallow down as much of their loads as she could catch on her tongue. The men didn't have the best aim, however, and soon Delaana was splattered with almost as much cum as she managed to swallow. Only after all four men had finished did one of them finally notice Kelly's arrival. As Bowers fastened his pants and had a short conversation with Kelly, the other three men led the cum-soaked Delaana back to her cell.

"Now that's one way to clean up after yourself," Morgan remarked after switching to the camera in Delaana's cell. She watched as Roth barked orders at Delaana's cellmate, and after some hesitation Kasumi was soon reluctantly running her tongue against Delaana's scaly blue skin. The three men leered as Kasumi was forced to clean up the mess they had left across the asari, who reacted to the tongue bath by smiling and playing with her pussy as she watched Kasumi slurp up cum. Whatever that shit was that Henneman had given Delaana, she sure wasn't the sharp-tongued, defiant mercenary that she once was. Not anymore.
Thinking about Henneman brought a frown to Morgan's face, and she quickly switched her camera away from the cellblock area. "That son of a bitch," Morgan muttered. "Lying to my damn face like that."

Morgan randomly hit buttons on her panel for the public area of the station, wanting to be as far away from Henneman's lair in the restricted area as possible. Random shots of scientists working on complicated experiments and their families relaxing in their quarters flashed across the screen. Morgan barely paid attention to the random flashes on the screen... until something completely unexpected came into view.

"Oh, my," she said with a giggle, watching the video feed from the private quarters of the Normandy's Cerberus pilot. Erin, normally such a boring little prude, was bare naked and lying on her back on her bed, her legs in the air and spread wide open. Her dark brown hair was matted with sweat and her mouth was wide open, her sheets gripped in her fingers as the robot woman above her rhythmically thrust a massive metallic cock into Erin's dripping snatch. Morgan arched an eyebrow as she watched Erin toss her head back and silently moan, while Inania's expression remained as blank as always as she robotically fucked the ecstatic pilot.

"A vibrator would be cheaper, Erin sweetie," Morgan said to the video screen, while nonetheless enjoying the sight of Little Miss Superior sweating and moaning like a whore while being taken by an artificial woman and her robo-cock. With a smirk, Morgan flipped a switch to start making a backup recording of the current video on-screen. If Erin ever got to be too much of a bossy boots again, Morgan would relish the chance to threaten her with having her "misuse of Cerberus property" get reported to the guys over in the repair shop.

After a few more minutes of watching, Morgan saw Inania pull out of Erin's gaping cunt, her artificial cock dripping with some sort of synthetic semen substance. Reaching down between her legs, Erin scooped up the substance spilling out of her twat and brought it to her mouth, a grin on her face as she lapped up the fluid. "Can't possibly compare to the real thing," Morgan said, shifting slightly in her seat and laughing to herself. The laugh soon trailed off into a sigh, however, as her eyes locked on another button on her security panel.

She knew she shouldn't. But she couldn't help herself. She pressed the button and was greeted with the image of one of the larger rooms in the public area of the station: a large meeting room that was used for various function, including the education of the young children aboard the station. Currently, rows of chairs had been set up to watch several children in simple costumes put on a play.

The video feed didn't provide any sound, but Morgan nonetheless watched with rapt attention as the show went on in front of her. A play-swordfight was interrupted by the arrival of two twin girls in royal costumes, and Morgan beamed as she watched them silently recite their lines. "That's it," she said, her eyes glistening as she watched Sarah and Mya perform. "You've got this, girls. You're doing so fucking good."

Her breath caught as she saw a moment of hesitation from Mya, mild panic on the girl's face as she seemed to forget her line. But Sarah quickly leaned over and whispered to her twin sister, and soon Mya was right back into her role. Morgan grinned with pride, and as the audience silently clapped on the screen, Morgan joined in. "Bravo," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Bravo! You did..."

Her enjoyment of the play was interrupted by the chime of her omni-tool. "Ah, what the fuck is..." she started to say, then saw the name on the incoming communication and quickly deactivated her screen. "What have you got, doc?" she said as she connected with the call.

"Uh... well, I've run some tests on the sample you left with me," Dr. Sammons stammered on the other end of the call. "It's... well, to be honest, Miss Lezayan, I'd rather discuss this with the individual who provided you with this sample. If you could..."

"He's not available," Morgan said sternly. "You can tell me, and I'll deliver the message."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then the public section doctor finally spoke up. "This semen... well, it's unlike anything I've ever seen before. The chromosomal structure is completely rewritten to..."

"Cut to the chase, doc," Morgan interrupted. "You're saying this shit is definitely potent, right? That I... that this guy would be able to impregnate somebody?"

Dr. Sammons responded with a laugh. "Let me put it this way, Miss Lezayen: your average male has a sperm count of 20 to 40 million sperm per milliliter of semen. This sample... has 500 billion sperm per milliliter. To be perfectly frank, if the man who provided this sample was to ejaculate anywhere near a woman, and she didn't get pregnant, then the problem is definitely with her."

"Son of a bitch," Morgan muttered.

"And that's not even the strangest thing," Dr. Sammons continued. "I was saying before about the chromosomal structure of this sample. I'm sure you remember your science classes from back in school, about genetics and reproduction."

Morgan scowled. "Think I was out sick that day, doc."

"Alright, well... in layman's terms, when a man and a woman reproduce, each of them contribute their DNA to the resulting child, and the mix of their DNA is what makes the child who he or she is," Dr. Sammons said. "But the DNA in this sample... well, I don't know any other way to put it. It looks to me like it has been genetically engineered to completely override the DNA of the mother. If the man who provided this sample was to impregnate a woman, the woman's genetics would be completely ignored in favor of the DNA passed down by the father. Ultimately, she'd be little more than an incubation unit for an exact clone of the father."

And who would that 'father' be, I wonder? Morgan thought to herself. Is Henneman trying to get me to put a baby version of himself in my bitch's tummy? Or maybe it's somebody else?

"But the weirdest part of all of this," Dr. Sammons kept going, "Is that the sperm in this sample is self-replicating. Outside the womb, sperm should only live for a few hours or so. Not only is this sperm not dying, but it's actually undergoing mitosis. In other words, the sperm is dividing and multiplying itself, even outside of the man's body. That... I mean, that just doesn't happen. Not with any normal human being's semen."

Morgan frowned. Most of this was going over her head, but none of it sounded good to her. "Heavy stuff, doc. Well, thanks for looking into it for me."

"Miss Lezayen, if you could do one thing for me," Dr. Sammons quickly said, a hint of excitement in his normally calm voice. "Whoever this mystery man is who asked you to contact me, please have him pay me a visit as soon as possible. I would very much like to talk to him about further tests we could run. Because whatever he..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll have him give you a ring," Morgan said, disconnecting the call without a further word.

Leaning on the arm of her chair, she puzzled over what she had learned. "Bastard filled me up with some fucked-up super sperm, and wants me to fill my bitch up with it and breed some weird-ass clone baby. What the fuck is his game, here?" Rubbing at the bridge of her nose, Morgan grunted. "Need to find out more. Need to figure out what Henneman's game plan is. But I ain't gonna be able to do it alone."

Glancing down at her lap, a smile crossed Morgan's face. "Gonna need you to do something for me, bitch. You ready to follow some instructions for me?"

Pulling her head away from Morgan's cock, Ash caught her breath and looked up from her spot on the floor in front of Morgan's chair with a grin. Despite spending the last fifteen minutes or so lovingly blowing her mistress, Ash seemed almost disappointed to have to take Morgan's cock out of her mouth. "Whatever you want me to do, mistress," Ash responded lovingly, contenting herself with stroking Morgan's cock as she awaited further instructions.

"Alright, bitch. Now, I want you to listen very carefully, and memorize every instruction I'm about to give you," Morgan said, already formulating her next moves as she spoke. As Ash listened in rapt attention, Morgan detailed to her exactly what was required of her. Ash nodded in complete obedience as she listened, her hand still working Morgan's shaft as she watched Morgan speak.

"You got all that?" Morgan asked her bitch as she finished off her last instructions.

Ash nodded, but Morgan saw a look of hesitation on her face. "I... I understand," Ash said, biting at her lip.

"Something wrong, bitch?" Morgan asked, her tone turning slightly stern. "You got a problem?"

"No, mistress, I just..." Ash said, and then repeated more firmly. "No. I'll do whatever you ask of me. You're my mistress, and I'm your bitch. I live only to serve you."

Morgan grinned. "That's a good bitch." She paused a moment, relishing the sensation of Ash's hand lovingly stroking up and down the length of her cock. "Now that we've handled all that yucky serious stuff... would you like to go back to blowing me, bitch?"

"I want only what the mistress wants," Ash responded with a cheerful smile.

"Well, right about now your mistress wants you to suck as much of that messed-up semen out of my balls as you can manage, bitch," Morgan said. Within seconds, her bitch's lips were wrapped around Morgan's thick cock once again, and Morgan looked back at her security panel with a contented sigh.

For a moment, she forgot about that lying prick Henneman and whatever he had done to her, and just appreciated the fact that she had the best damn job in the world. Not to mention, as Morgan felt her cock jerk in her bitch's mouth and begin shooting a load of cum down her throat, the best damn bitch who ever lived.
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