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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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The door chime sounded, and as Shepard roused herself from the light slumber she had fallen into, she felt the old instinct to mutter "Come in" to whoever was on the other side of the door. Probably James or someone else with the latest Council or Alliance orders.

But reality soon intruded, and she reluctantly roused Liara next to her on the bed. Shaking off their slumber, the two of them moved to their expected positions at the wall.

After a few seconds of standing at attention, the door slid open. The Shepard clone entered first, followed by Brooks with a large duffel bag. The sight of it put Shepard even more on edge than before. No doubt more instruments of torture to use on us, she thought.

"Look at them, Maya," the clone said, the two women standing side-by-side opposite Shepard and Liara. "All dressed up like they think they're real people," her laugh was caustic.

Maya shook her head. "Pathetic, really," she said to the clone, before turning her attention to the captives. "Take all of that off right now. And we'd better not catch you wearing anything else ever again," she had a thought, and then leaned in close to the clone. "Unless, of course, it's something we've picked out for you."

The clone nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think we've got a few nice little things for our slaves to wear back at home base. Can't wait to see how they look."

As Shepard stripped off her clothes, Liara undressing beside her, she considered the words of her tormenters. "Home base," the clone said. So Cerberus had set up shop somewhere. Where could Cerberus be operating without anyone getting wind of it? Planetside? Or a space station? Either way, the news that they were heading somewhere else gave Shepard a little bit of hope. Their escape options on the Normandy were limited at best, but if they were being taken to this new Cerberus's base of operations, she might be able to figure out a way to get them out of this after all.

Once Shepard and Liara were fully undressed, the clone grabbed up the clothing and tossed into a heap across the room. "Gonna have to remember to have those cleaned," the clone said. "Wouldn't want the stench of failure to rub off on me, would I?"
"Oh, but you have to give them credit for their brave victory earlier, love," Brooks said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. "Must have been such a gallant struggle, the two well-trained soldiers against a single unarmed crewman."

Shepard and Liara tensed up. They had been expecting this, but there wasn't any way to truly prepare for the intense pain of the varren prod, which Brooks was currently retrieving from the duffel bag.

"Mr. Crayman was quite banged up, it seems, after coming by with your food," Brooks mused. "The poor man, all he wanted to do was give you a little something to eat, and you treat him like that. Obviously, actions like these need to be dealt with. So, if I were to punish, say, one of you for that, which one should it be, huh?"

She hit the button on the prod, and it crackled with electricity as she swung the tip between the faces of Shepard and Liara, inches separating them from horrible torment. "Go ahead, speak up, I'd like to hear your thoughts on the matter. Which one of you is more deserving of the prod?"

Shepard quickly took the invitation to speak. "It was me, I attacked him. Use the prod on me. Liara didn't do anything."

"No, Shepard was just defending herself," Liara protested. "He put his hands on her, and she reacted. My attack was completely unprovoked. I deserve the punishment, not her."

Shepard shook her head violently. "No, Liara wouldn't have even attacked him if I hadn't first. Use the prod on me, please. Liara didn't do anything to deserve it."

Brooks and the clone watched the back-and-forth between their captives with wide grins. "Do you hear this, Maya?" the clone said. "The two of them begging us to torture them. And here you thought breaking them was going to be difficult."

"Hmm, they both make such compelling arguments," Brooks said, as she released pressure on the prod's activation button and pressed the harmless tip against Shepard's torso, before doing the same to Liara. Back and forth, she moved it between the two of them, thumb hovering over the button and a single muscle flinch away from sending them into paroxysms of pain. "It's so hard to decide, but I think I'm going to have to go with..." Brooks settled the tip on Liara's stomach.

"No, don't!" Shepard called out, only to watch as Brooks yanked the prod away without activating it, and rested it on her shoulder.

"Neither of you," Brooks said with a sadistic grin. "Crayman is an asshole, and he should have known better than to try to play with our toys without permission. So we'll let you two slide on this one, but just know that the next time we send someone up here with food, you'd better not lay a finger on them. Or you'll both be tasting the end of this." Pressing the button a few times to make the end of the prod spark, she narrowed her eyes at Shepard and Liara. "Are we completely clear on that?"

Shepard and Liara nodded, Shepard trying her best not to feel too much relief at the momentary mercy by their captors. Chances were, the night wasn't going to pass without some other cruel treatment to come.

"Good. Now that that's settled," Brooks said, tossing the prod aside and moving to stand behind the clone. As she leaned forward to kiss the clone's neck, Brooks began unbuttoning her lover's Cerberus uniform. "You all ready to show them our little surprise, love?"

"Absolutely," the clone said. As Brooks finished removing the clone's top, the clone cast it aside and turned to help Brooks with her own uniform. Shepard fought the urge to close her eyes, rather than watch these two crazy women flirtatiously undress each other. She knew they wanted her to watch; apparently, one of the laundry list of perversions these two had was an exhibitionist streak. But closing her eyes risked punishment for Liara. And they had already evaded one punishment tonight. Better not to add to the list of infractions for now.
After an excruciatingly long time spent stripping and fondling each other, the two women were naked. "We just know you two are going to love this," Brooks said, as she opened the duffel bag and pulled out two objects. "A little something we picked up before we defeated you on the Citadel."

They were strap-ons. The two women started fastening them on their hips and positioning the large, realistically-shaped phalluses over their pussies.

"These things are amazing," the clone said, as she fiddled at the base of her new artificial appendage. "They interact directly with your nervous system, makes you feel like it's actually part of your body," the clone let out a little squeal of delight as the device was activated. Running her hand slowly down the length of the strap-on, and obviously relishing the sensations, she looked over at Brooks with a lewd expression. "Still think we should have gotten those other ones, though. The ones that actually had cum come out when you orgasmed?"

"The Sultana model?" Brooks said, then shook her head. "No way. Just imagine all the mess we would have to clean up from those. And that clerk never really gave me a good answer on where that fake jizz even came from. These are just fine," Brooks gasped as the strap-on around her hips switched on. "Juuuuust fiiiiine," she repeated slowly, then looked over at Shepard and Liara. "Come over here, slaves. We want to feel what it's like to have your mouths around our cocks."

Shepard and Liara stepped forward, Shepard to Brooks and Liara to the clone as before. Dropping to her knees, hands behind her back, Shepard opened her mouth. She waited for Brooks to make the first move, and the Cerberus bitch wasted no time grabbing Shepard's short-cropped hair and yanking her face forward, fake cock plunging into her mouth and almost down her throat.

It was small comfort to her in this hideous situation, but at least Shepard was just having to suck a synthetic sex toy. Better than having to put her face into this horrible woman's cunt and taste the juices of her twisted arousal on her tongue. Brooks let out little gasping breaths as she grabbed the sides of Shepard's head and fucked her face. Glancing over, Shepard could see the clone giving a similar treatment to Liara. Shepard knew that Liara had never done anything like this before, with a strap-on or the real thing, and the asari looked a bit terrified as the clone seemed to be nearly cutting off Liara's windpipe with the sizable fake cock.

Stop it! Shepard wanted to scream, as the clone grabbed Liara by the head and forced her mouth further down on the strap-on. You're going to choke her to death if you keep that up! But with her mouth filled with cock, all Shepard could do was moan in concern, struggling feebly against Brooks's grip on her head.

Finally, just as Liara's eyes were starting to go wide with panic, and she began to beat her fists against the clone's thighs, the grip was released. Breathing a rasping breath as she fell away, Liara barely had time to recover before the clone already was pushing her mouth back down on the strap-on again.

After several minutes of this rough treatment, both women seemed to take a cue from each other and pulled away simultaneously. Shepard and Liara caught their breaths, waiting on their knees for what was to come next.

"Well, I think that's enough foreplay," the clone said. "Maya, how about you get on the bed, and we show my pathetic doppelganger what she can expect for the rest of her miserable life?"

Brooks drifted over to the bed. Grabbing a pillow, she laid with her head at the foot of the bed and with her saliva-soaked strap-on sticking straight up into the air.

Reaching down, the clone put her hand to the kneeling Liara's chin and turned her head in the direction of the bed. "Go ahead and have a seat over there, dear," she said, putting an air of twisted affection in her voice. "I'll be over to join you two in just a moment."
Slowly, uncomfortably, Liara rose to her feet and walked over to the bed. Like everything else, it seemed, the position that Brooks had taken was specifically to torment Shepard further. She was forced to watch the shame and disgust on Liara's face, as she had to reach down to aim Brooks's strap-on at her pussy and lower herself down onto its length.

"Well, don't just sit there," the clone admonished Liara. "Ride that cock like the dirty asari whore you are."

Squinting her eyes shut, Liara leaned back and began bouncing her hips up and down on the strap-on cock. She moved slowly at first but, at the clone's urging, soon was riding the cock as hard as she could, her tits bouncing with every downward thrust. Shepard hated seeing the look on Liara's face, as she was not only being raped, but being forced to actively participate in it.

"Pretty hot, isn't it?" the clone asked Shepard. "Get used to it, Shepard. It would have been so easy to just kill you and all your friends. But instead, Maya and I decided that it would be so much more fun to truly break you. To make you watch as we track down every last one of your friends, and turn them from your brave and strong companions into docile little sex slaves." Walking over to a wall panel, the clone hit a few buttons. "I believe earlier, you were asking about what happened to Miss Williams. Well, I'll gladly grant your request."

The video screen flared to life, showing a surveillance camera view of the XO's cabin of the Normandy. Many of Vega's personal touches to the room, the exercise equipment and other memorabilia of the Normandy's adventures, were still in place.

But the room had obviously been taken over by someone else. And that someone, a blond woman with absolutely massive muscles, was currently buck naked and vigorously fucking Ashley doggy-style. Even through the slightly staticy audio feed, Shepard could hear the rough slaps of flesh against flesh, and the blond woman's squeals of delight as she took Ash from behind.

"Morgan Lezayen," the clone said, reaching down to idly stroke at her strap-on cock as she watched the video. "A very... unique addition to Cerberus. Under normal circumstances, I never would have even considered bringing such a woman into our organization. But when me and Maya started working to rebuild Cerberus, we couldn't exactly afford to be picky at first," she glanced down at Shepard kneeling on the floor. "Miss Lezayen's is not exactly the type who enjoys following orders, you see. Likes thinking that she's the one in charge of things, even if she isn't. So if I had told her that I wanted her to take Miss Williams back to her cabin and fuck her raw, she may have done it, but... well, her heart wouldn't have been in it."

The clone looked back up at the video, where Morgan was cheerily talking while taking Ash's ass. "Oh, my little bitch feels so good tonight," the Cerberus operative was saying, a tight grip on Ash's hips as she roughly fucked her, "That tight little asshole wrapped around my thick cock... best feeling in the galaxy!" Shepard guessed that, like the clone and Brooks, Morgan had some sort of sensory strap-on that was currently being put to use on Ash's asshole. But funniest thing... the video feed was a little indistinct, but Shepard was sure that she didn't see any straps around Morgan's hips.

"But Morgan's nothing if not predictable," the clone was saying. "All I had to do was tell her that we didn't care what happened to Miss Williams, and make her believe that we wanted Ash disposed of. After that, it didn't take long for Morgan to 'decide' on her own to go against us and make Ash into her own personal plaything."

Behind them on the bed, Shepard could hear the sound of Brooks's heavy breathing, as Liara continued to ride on top of her. The mix of that with the sound of Morgan raping Ash in the video screen made Shepard want to scream. If the goal of all this was to try to drive Shepard crazy watching her friends get violated, Shepard was starting to worry that they might succeed.
"Well, we'll leave that on while I go deal with some other matters," the clone said. She walked over to the bed, and Shepard realized her intentions as she held out her palm and spit into it. Wiping her saliva over the strap-on at her hips, she positioned herself behind Liara on her knees and put a hand to Liara's back, forcing her to bend forward.

"Bet you've never done this to your little asari slut, have you?" the clone said to Shepard, before grabbing Liara's waist and thrusting the strap-on as deep as she could into Liara's ass. Liara let out a sharp cry, as the clone began driving in and out of her ass while Brooks thrust into her from below. "Huh, Liara?" the clone said, leaning down and speaking directly into Liara's ear cavity, all with her eyes focused on Shepard. "Has that pathetic copy of me ever put a strap-on and fucked that little blue ass of yours before?"

"N... no..." Liara said through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down her face from the sexual torture she was being put through. The clone and Brooks soon fell into a rhythm, waiting for the other one's cock to leave Liara before violating one of the asari's holes with her own.

The clone gave Shepard a sinister smile before extending her tongue and lewdly licking Liara's cheek. "It feels good, though, doesn't it?" the clone said. "Why don't you tell your pathetic little fake Shepard how good it feels to have the real Shepard fucking your ass? Go on, tell her how much you love this..." the clone reached around and grabbed Liara roughly by the throat, never pausing in her anal rape while choking her. "Unless you want me to stop. And if I stop, I'll need to keep myself entertained some other way. Maybe by going over and giving your sweetheart a taste of the varren prod. Do you want me to stop, Liara? Be honest, now."

She released her grip on Liara's throat, and Liara took a second to regain her breath before saying, "No, I don't want you to stop. I... I want you to... to fuck my ass."

"You heard that, right?" the clone said, a manically-gleeful tone to her voice as she spoke to Shepard. "Told you this little blue bitch was nothing more than a horny little slut. Go on, Liara. Beg me to keep fucking you."

The pain on Liara's face was evident as she forced herself to speak. "Please fuck me. I... love having two cocks inside me. I'm a dirty asari whore and I want to be fucked like one."

Shepard, still on her knees on the floor, was caught between the urge to weep, and the almost irresistible desire to run over and beat these two women to death. Watching Liara being made to beg for their captors to rape her was killing Shepard inside.

"Oh, fuck, bitch," said Morgan on the video feed. "Almost there. Turn around and finish me off with that talented tongue of yours." Shepard watched as Ash turned around on the bed and took Morgan's cock in her mouth. Morgan tugged at her own nipples as she made tiny little thrusts of her hips down Ash's throat. "Swallow it down," Morgan moaned. "Every last drop... it's all for you, you wonderful, obedient little bitch."

Guess she sprung for the Sultana model, Shepard thought, her mind struggling to focus on anything other than the vicious rapes that were being perpetuated around here. Over on the bed, she could hear Brooks letting out strangled grunts, her climax arching her back off the bed and causing her to thrust her strap-on all the way to the hilt inside Liara's pussy.

"Don't stop," Liara gasped, still being forced to play the part of a willing participant in this cruelty. "Keep fucking me," Liara said. She stopped speaking for a moment, making sure she had eye contact with Shepard. The look in her eyes was like a silent apology as she moaned, "Fuck me... Shepard. Harder, Shepard, harder! Cum for me, Shepard!"

Shepard knew immediately what Liara was up to, and it had the desired effect on the clone. The thrill of being addressed as the "true" Shepard brought on the clone's climax like a tidal wave, and she let out several moaning gasps as she thrust three more times into Liara and then fell back on the bed, utterly spent.
"Get up," Brooks growled at Liara from under her. Shepard couldn't be sure, but the dark-skinned Cerberus operative almost looked... jealous? From the way she was looking at the clone, who was obliviously smiling in the wake of her powerful climax, maybe little Miss Maya didn't like anyone other than herself getting her lover off like that.

"Go over next to Shepard," Brooks said as she stood up from the bed, and the way she stressed Shepard's name confirmed the suspicion. Not letting your clone lover forget who the original actually is, huh? Shepard thought. A little trouble in Cerberus paradise?

Having recovered from her orgasm, the clone moved next to Brooks. "Well, it's been a hard day for all of us, and I think it's time for us to get a little sleep," she said. Walking over to the control panel, she deactivated the video screen just as Morgan started shooting cum from whatever odd sexual device she was using, into Ash's wide open mouth. "And as good as you two have been tonight, I'm afraid we still can't trust you to be left unsecured while we sleep. So, for our last little surprise of the evening... step over here please, both of you."

The clone directed the two of them to stand underneath one of the ceiling beams. Following instructions, Shepard and Liara stood face-to-face, about six inches apart. "Hands behind your backs," Brooks instructed them, her mood somewhat mollified a little from the seething jealousy she had displayed earlier. Soon Shepard and Liara's hands were fastened securely behind them, and Shepard was disappointed to be next instructed to open her mouth and have a ballgag placed back inside.

"Just to make sure you two don't keep us up all night with your pathetic screaming," the clone informed them. Reaching into the duffel bag, she retrieved a length of thin metal chain. "Stand on your tiptoes, please," she instructed, and Shepard and Liara obeyed.

"This is your fun little game for the evening," Brooks said, as the clone tossed the length of chain over the ceiling beam. "It's like those old trust games you used to play back in school. Only... just a little different."

Grabbing one end of the chain, Brooks showed it to Shepard. The end of it split into two separate chains near the end, and at the ends of these chains were a pair of metal clamps, which Brooks securely fastened onto Shepard's nipples. Shepard winced as the cold metal clamped down on the sensitive flesh nubs, but the pain was relatively light, compared to some of the tortures already inflicted by their captors. Meanwhile, the clone was mirroring the action on Liara, with metal clips on the other end of the chain. With both pairs of nipples clamped, the chain on the beam had been pulled taut, with absolutely no slack.

"Not too bad, I bet you're saying," the clone said. "Well, that's until one of you starts to get lazy," she turned to Liara. "How about you demonstrate for us? Stand down, flat on your feet."

Liara complied, and the chain attached to her nipples slid across the beam in her direction. Shepard bit into her ballgag and cried out, as Liara's resting on her feet caused the chain to yank on her nipples and pull them painfully upward. Seeing her pain, Liara quickly returned to her tiptoes, and the sharp agony in Shepard's breasts subsided.

"Well, that should keep you two entertained while we sleep," Brooks said, giving Shepard a pat on the cheek. The two women took off their strap-ons and settled themselves into bed, turning off the lights as they went. Meanwhile, Shepard struggled to remain on her toes and keep from hurting Liara, while Liara did the same.

It's their way of making the torture that much worse, Shepard thought. They keep us awake all night doing this, so that the only chance we get to sleep is while they're out on the ship. Go to sleep once the torture is done... and wake up to more of it.

In her mind, Shepard pictured the many different painful ways she wanted to hurt these women.
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