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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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Miranda wasn't sure how many hours it had been since Shepard had been led back into the testing area. Time tended to lose all meaning in a state of captivity like this. She had been pacing the length of the tiny cell, glancing over occasionally to see Oriana sleeping restlessly on her cot, when the door finally opened again.

"My God," Miranda gasped, when she caught a glimpse of Shepard. Her former commander had walked proudly and without hesitation when Brooks had arrived, no doubt sending the silent message that she would be able to withstand whatever tortures her captor had planned for her. But now, Shepard looked like she could barely walk. a pair of Phantoms half-leading and half-dragging Shepard by each arm. She was soaked with sweat, her skin glistening in the harsh light from above, which also illuminated the red lines on her flesh. She had apparently been tied up with ropes, if Miranda had to guess, and Shepard's skin was scraped raw and spotted with a few drops of blood where the bonds had bit into her flesh.

Most of all, it was the look on Shepard's face that made Miranda gasp in shock. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her mouth wide open as Shepard gasped for breath. Whatever they had done to Shepard, Miranda supposed it had something to do with the metallic device that was fastened around her head.

Following behind Shepard and the two Phantoms, Brooks wore a self-satisfied look as she watched the two Phantoms deactivate the forcefield for Shepard's cell and toss her limp body inside. "Don't forget what I said, Shepard," Brooks said, as the forcefield was reactivated. "I'm going to have Morgan keeping an eye on your cell for me. If she catches you without that device on your head for even a second... we're going to put it onto one of your friends next. And if we're forced to do that... well, let's just say they'll be back in that room a whole lot longer than four hours."

Snapping her fingers, Brooks turned to one of the Phantoms. "Oh, which reminds me. Make sure to have one of the AIUs fetch Kelly a spare uniform and take it back to her. Don't think you ladies left her previous one in much of a state to be worn."

Four hours. Had it really been that long? "What did they do to her back there?" she mused to herself, as Brooks and the two Phantoms exited the cellblock.

"You really wanna know?"

Miranda jumped at the unexpected voice. It took a moment to realize that it was coming from the cell next to hers. "Jack," Miranda said, letting out her breath.

"That thing they've got on her head... seen one of those before," Jack's voice said from out of sight. "Even more than that, though... I know that look. Those crazy bitches were edging the shit out of her."

Miranda furrowed her brow. "'Edging'? I'm not sure I've heard the term."

"Right, forgot that you're about as kinky as a salarian choir boy," Jack responded, mirth in her voice. "That thing they put on her fucks with your brain and keeps you from cumming. No doubt they were going to town on her back there, teasing her and forcing her to come right to the edge of cumming without being able to. Edging, you get me?"

"I understand, yes," Miranda responded. "God... for four hours they did that?"

"Yeah, can't say I ever went that long," Jack responded. "Hour at the most, and even that made me want to rip my fucking hair out." She paused and added. "That was before the cult, by the way."

"We... I mean... Cerberus did that to you?"

This brought out a harsh laugh from Jack. "You kidding? Nah, the old Cerberus wasn't into that sex shit. Mostly they just shocked the shit out of you or gave you a scar or two as a reminder not to fuck with them."

"So... when did you..."

"Mighty interested in this, aren't you, cheerleader?" Jack asked, mischief in her voice. "You like thinking about me getting teased and denied?"

Miranda let out a gasp. "Not at all! I was just making conversation with..."

"Ah, just fucking with you," Jack responded. "After I escaped from Cerberus the last time, had to do some fucked-up shit to make enough credits to eat. Ended up in some sleazy colony sex show at some point. The classier places might let you off with just shaking your ass and dancing around a pole, but the guys on the colonies needed something a bit more... explicit."

Leaning her back against the wall between her cell and Jack's, Miranda slid down. Eventually, she felt the cold metal of the floor against her bare ass. "Jack, I'm so sorry. About all of this. What Cerberus did to you before, and what it's doing to all of us now. All of it... it's my fault."

us idiots, sure, but doesn't make us responsible for this."

"No, Jack... you don't understand," Miranda said sadly. And before she knew it, she was telling Jack all about what had happened earlier. About being led into the office of her "sister," and being informed that Henry Lawson's credits had made this new Cerberus, and the abductions committed under their banner, possible.

Jack listened in silence, no doubt waiting for Miranda to finish before launching into a profanity-laden diatribe about how Miranda, stupid cheerleader that she was, had ruined all of their lives. At this point, Miranda almost welcomed the abuse. After all, didn't she deserve it? Hadn't her lack of attention to her father's resources made all of this possible?

When Miranda had finally finished talking, Jack let out a long breath. "Fucking hell," she muttered. "So this crazy bitch wants to get you back for offing her psycho father, huh? What was it you said she was saying right at the end? About how you'd be 'different people' the next time she saw you?"

"I have no idea," Miranda responded. "But considering what we've seen so far... what they've done to Shepard and to that asari in Kasumi's cell... I can't imagine that she was bluffing."

"Yeah, that's one thing Cerberus is definitely dependable for. Old or new, they just can't get enough of screwing with our lives, huh?" Jack said. "Well, nothing else to do at this point but sit back and wait for the next fucked-up installment of this little tragedy."

Miranda leaned her head back against the wall, shutting her eyes tight. "Come on, Jack. No need to hold back. I know you want to."

"Want to what?" Jack asked.

"Tell me what an idiot I was," Miranda responded, wiping at her face. "Curse me and blame me for everything that's happened. If I had only thought to claim my father's money before Cordelia had gotten her hands on it... none of this would be happening."

Miranda waited for the harsh response from Jack. "Hey, you remember that mission we went on just before Shepard turned her ass in to the Alliance?" Jack finally spoke up.

"The one for Admiral Hackett to rescue Dr. Kenson, yes," Miranda said.

"Turned out the Reapers were gonna be coming through the Alpha relay in just a few hours," Jack said. "Shepard blew that relay into space-dust, and what did the Reapers do? They just took the long way around."

"I remember," Miranda said. "What's your point?"

Jack let out a low chuckle. "Point is, cheerleader, that when somebody out there wants to fuck with you... really wants to fuck with you, they'll end up finding a way. Sounds like this Cordelia has a real hard-on to get back at you and your sister. Even if you had kept those credits out of her hands, she would have found another way to come after you. Bet your ass she would have. Just like Cerberus seems bound and determined to fuck with my life at every last turn. Shit, even after Shepard took out their entire base and blew away the Illusive Prick, they're back again with their sights set on me."

Jack laughed again, but it sounded a bit sad this time. "Face it, cheerleader. You and me, we're destiny's bitches. Guess it's a new thing for you, but me? I've been living it my entire life. After a while, you just kinda get used to it."

"Jack, I..." Miranda said, startled at Jack's lack of anger. "Even if you don't blame me for this, I'm sorry all the same. You've suffered so much already. You didn't deserve this. And that they dragged your pupil into this as well..."

"Yeah, that's the real shitty part. Honestly, they can stick as many cocks in me as they want. God knows it ain't anything I haven't dealt with before," Jack said. "But Madigan? Fuck, she doesn't deserve this life. I've seen those twisted fucks eying her up, and I don't know how much longer it's gonna be before they come in for another crack. Only hope I can... can..."

Miranda's head snapped up. "Jack? Jack, what's wrong?"

"Think we... we'll have to con... con... continue this talk later, cheerle..." Jack said, her voice drowsy and slurred. Through the wall, Miranda could hear Jack slump down to the floor. Along with the faint noise of what sounded like gas leaking into the room.

"Jack!" Miranda called out. "Jack, what's happening?" Standing up, she heard the sound of the door to the testing area open. Into the cellblock stepped Henneman, flanked by Bowers and Yuri.

"Open it up," Henneman instructed the two thugs, pointing at Jack's cell and not even looking up from the datapad in his hands. "Take them back to testing room number 2 and strap them in. I will be there shortly."

Miranda watched as the two men entered the cell, and exited with the unconscious bodies of Jack and Jenny slung over their shoulders. "Where are you taking them?" she called out. "What are you doing to them, dammit?"

Henneman glanced up from his notes at Miranda, a simpering smile on his face. "Not to worry, Miss Lawson. These two are my next lucky test subjects." Sighing, he glanced back down at his notes. "Not that I expect much result from this first session. I'm fairly sure my current formula will have little to no effect. But without testing, we can't really be sure, can we?"

"You sick bastard," Miranda said. "This is exactly why I had the Illusive Man send you off for that undercover assignment. Even for Cerberus, you were too goddamn crazy."

"So, you admit that you did have me sent away," Henneman responded, strolling casually over to Miranda's cell. "Your jealousy is so transparent, Miss Lawson. You can claim that my methods were too extreme for Cerberus, but the fact is that people like me were there all along. The thresher maw tests on Akuze, the facilities on Binthu and Chasca. Project Overlord, the experiments on Paul Grayson... do I need to go on? Activities like the ones on Pragia were just the tip of the iceberg. Cerberus was always like this, Miranda. It just took removing cowards like you from the equation for us to reach our full potential."

Adjusting his glasses, Henneman sneered at her. "But don't worry. You and your sister will have your chance to be test subjects soon enough. Those tests, though, will be... well, somewhat unique. I must say, I'm quite looking forward to them."

And with that, Henneman turned his back on her and followed Bowers and Yuri back to the testing area.
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