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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. The moment of truth had arrived.

"You're sure you're ready for this, Kelly?" Sam said, keeping her face pointed away from the camera to eliminate any chance of her words being read off her lips. "You remember all the lines I told you to say?"

Kelly nodded. "Sam, I do, but... I don't know if I can..."

"You can, Kelly," Sam said. "And you have to. Just say what I told you to say, and no matter what happens, do not interfere. Understand?"

The chime sounded again. Only one more time remaining, according to Nerine's message. Dammit, this was such a stupid plan. In the face of Kelly's fear, Sam found her own confidence waning. How in the hell were they possibly going to pull this off? The idea of it just seemed so absurd. And yet... what else could they do? They had to make it work, because the alternative... Sam would do her best to survive it, but she worried about what it might do to Kelly's sanity to have to watch as those two Phantoms used and abused her.

Finally, Kelly spoke up, "Yes, I understand. And I'll do it."

"Good, now get the door, quickly. I'm going to go back to get myself ready. Or... as ready as I can be, I guess."

Moving past Kelly, Sam walked through the door into the bathroom. Breathing deeply, she turned on the sink and steeled herself as she heard Kelly open the door.

"Finally!" Sam heard Nerine say. She could hear the two well-muscled Phantoms stomping their way into Kelly's quarters. "Was just getting ready to hit the send button on that message to Morgan. But here we are, 2100, and looks like you're good as your word."

"Or is she?" the voice of Karlie said from the other room. "Because I see Kelly here... but I don't see her bitch. Where'd you tuck her away, Kelly? This a little game of Hide and Fuck? Because I'll be straight with you... I hate games."

"My bitch is in the bathroom, getting cleaned up," Kelly said, and Sam was pleased to hear her sticking to the script just like a pro. "She wanted to make sure she was at her best to service my two good friends."

That elicited a laugh from Nerine. "Yeah, we're best buddies, ain't we?" The Phantom let out a delighted sound. "And seeing as how we're such good friends, you don't mind if we take a few shots of your booze here, do you?"

"Go right ahead," Kelly said. "I picked it out special just for you two."

"Hey, don't hog the whole damn bottle!" Karlie protested, and she heard a brief scuffle as the Phantom snatched the bottle away from Nerine.

Yes, perfect, Sam thought to herself. The more of that stuff you two drink, the more chance this insane plan is actually going to work. So drink up, ladies.

"Shit, you're gonna finish it all," Nerine snapped. "Try to save a little bit for after, huh? Say, speaking of which... your bitch is sure taking an awful long time in there. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate a clean snatch as much as the next lady. But I'm beginning to suspect she might be stalling just a wee little bit."

"Yeah, and you know how impatient we can get, Kelly," Karlie said. "So your bitch better come out soon before we have to go back there and drag her out. Because if we have to do that, we might just take her down on a trip to the barracks to meet the rest of our comrades."

"I promise you, she's not stalling. My bitch knows better than that," Kelly said. There was a pause, and Sam waited in nervous anticipation for her to say the line. Finally, Kelly remembered. "After all, she knows that it's much better for her to pleasure two of you in my quarters than pleasure ten of you back in the barracks."

Karlie let out a loud laugh, sounding a bit intoxicated already. "Ten? Try eighteen, babe. Not all of us came along on the Normandy trip, you know."

"And that's just the Phantoms," Nerine chimed in, pausing to take a swig from the bottle before continuing. "That ain't even counting the three dozen or so other folks Cerberus has back here in the restricted section. And if your bitch doesn't get out here soon, she's going to get to know them all, up close and personal."

"She'll be out in just a moment," Kelly said. "But there's something she asked me to tell you first."

Nerine clucked her tongue. "Your bitch telling you to do something? Doesn't sound like you're really the one in charge here, does it?"

"I can assure you I am. And when I told my bitch that she would be pleasuring you two tonight, she wanted to make it something special." Sam heard Kelly force a laugh. "I mean, you have any number of wet holes you could play with here on this station, after all."

"We do, Kelly," Karlie said, and her voice took on a dangerous edge. "Including the one right here in front of us. Maybe we shouldn't even bother to wait until your bitch finally shows her ass out here. Maybe we should just make like our two comrades did earlier today and take your ass instead."

Sam shuddered, the confirmation of her worst fear making her ache even more for Kelly. Dammit, she had hoped that Kelly's bizarre kinship with Morgan would have spared her from such treatment, but it seemed as if they were all doomed in the end.

"Uh... like I was saying, there are a lot of wet holes on this station," Kelly stammered, struggling to find her place in the script she and Sam had worked out. "But my bitch, she has special training. Skills that she can put to use to make tonight so much better than just a cheap fuck."

"Aw, but I like a cheap fuck," Karlie said.

Nerine cut her comrade off. "Okay, fine, Kelly. So what are these 'skills' your bitch wants to put to use on us?"

"She asked that you remove all of your clothing," Kelly said, "and sit down on the couch. Once you've done that, I'll give her the signal to come in."

"I dunno about this, Nerine," Karlie said. "Don't like it when fucking gets this complicated. Sure we don't wanna just go in and drag that bitch out?"

Nerine grunted. "Starting to seriously consider it, Karlie."

"Wait, just... just fifteen minutes," Kelly exclaimed. "Give her fifteen minutes, and if you're not enjoying yourselves by then, you can... you can do whatever you want to my bitch, I promise."

Neither of them sounded happy about it, but Nerine was finally the one who broke the tension. "Fine, fine. We've got all night, Karlie. What's another fifteen minutes?"

"Whatever," Karlie said, and Sam was pleased to hear the sounds of the two women disrobing. "But this shit better be good."

"I promise, it will be," Kelly said. A few seconds later, she could hear the creak of Kelly's couch as the two muscular women slumped down in it. Then the music started.

Taking a deep breath, Sam clenched her fists. "Time to do this," she said to herself. "Kelly, here's hoping I remember those lessons of yours."

* * *

So, Kelly, here we are. Baker Colony, one of the newest and least established human colonies in the entire galaxy. To give you an idea of what to look forward to: the food is either awful synthetic garbage or home-grown and bland. The water is heavily filtered and still manages to taste slightly of dirt. Temperatures range from slightly muggy to inhospitably hot. And right now we're standing in the middle of our home for the next six months: a glorified closet with walls so thin the neighbors will hear us if we so much as sneeze. So, now that you've gotten a first-hand look at the wonders of colony life, I have to ask... should I really be unpacking these suitcases for you? Because there's still another transport shuttle leaving tonight, and I promise I won't be offended if you've changed your mind.

Sam, don't be silly. I knew exactly what I'd be getting into when I accepted your offer. Honestly, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were already trying to get rid of me.

Of course not! When you offered to come with me I was absolutely ecstatic. But I know how difficult colony life can be. I've lived it after all, and Horizon was a much more enjoyable place to spend time than this... well, until the Collectors showed up and abducted half the people. But still... look, I'm really looking forward to spending the next six months coming home to your beautiful face. But just know that if you ever change your mind...

I won't, Sam. I promise you that there's no place I'd rather be right now.

You... you really mean that?

Of course I do, silly. So stop worrying and let's get unpacked and settled in. Now that I've made it through my first day as a colonist, I'm really looking forward to my first night as a colonist.

Mmm... perhaps we should just forget about the unpacking and go straight to turning in for the evening.

Now, now. Is that what rugged, hard-working colonists like us would do? Leave a job unfinished?

I suppose not. Another reason why colony life is awful. Anyway, how about we put your clothes in these drawers here?

Sounds great. I'll go grab the rest of the bags from the other room while you start unpacking.

Right. Looks like you've got your shirts in here, some underwear, and... oh, my.

What is it? I'll be there in a sec.

Kelly... are you sure you grabbed the right bag from the transport shuttle?

What do you mean?

Because this certainly doesn't look like it belongs in the wardrobe of a psychologist-turned-colonist to me.

Oh, you found that outfit. It's nothing. Just some old thing I kept from my time dancing.

Dancing? You were a... dancer?

Hey, college is expensive, and I had to make a few extra credits for tuition one semester. Not all of us were brilliant enough to get full Alliance scholarships after all, Miss Genius Communications Specialist.

Wasn't trying to be judgy or anything, Kelly. In fact, I'm actually sort of impressed. Just the thought of going out there in front of a big crowd in an outfit like this and trying to put on a show for them... I'm breaking out in goose bumps at just the thought of it.

Ah, it wasn't that big of a deal. Actually it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. There was an asari there who taught me a few moves, and by the end of the first week I was making almost as much in tips as she was. Really, the secret to it was confidence. Confidence is sexy, and even if your dancing is a little clumsy, if you went out there feeling self-assured you'd have the people loving you.

Well, then I definitely know I wouldn't be able to do something like that. It's hard enough for me to be confident when I'm fully dressed. If I went out in something like this, I'm pretty sure I would drop dead of embarrassment even before I heard everyone laughing at me.

Don't be silly, Sam. I think you'd look amazing in an outfit like this. And if you and I had been dancing together back then, I bet I could have taught you a few moves that would have even put a salarian's jaw on the floor.

Laying on a bit thick, aren't we?

I'm serious! Mmm, in fact... now that I've got this image in my head of you dancing the way I used to, I need to see it in real life.

Fat chance of that happening. You'd just as soon teach Shepard how to dance as be able to teach me.

Nope, it's decided. Starting tomorrow I'm going to start teaching you my moves. And by the time I'm finished you're going to be the sexist dancer in all of Baker Colony.

Hey, don't I get a vote? I didn't agree to this!

I'll tell you what, Sam: you agree to let me teach you some of my old dancing moves... and I'll take you up on that offer to skip the unpacking for tonight and head right to bed. Do we have a deal?

Dammit, Kelly, you devious woman. Okay, fine... but you better not expect much out of me. And if I see even a single picture of me on the extranet dancing around like a moron...

It'll be just between the two of us, I promise. Now come on. Time to put these Alliance beds to the test.

Right behind you. Just remember what I said about the thin walls.

* * *

As the throbbing beat filled Kelly's quarters, Sam peeked around the door and glanced in at the two Phantoms sitting on the couch, bored expressions on their faces. Once the two noticed her, she flashed a brief, sultry smile before walking slowly into the main room, bobbing her hips to the beat of the music playing from Kelly's terminal.

Confidence, Sam. You need to be confident for Kelly. she thought to herself as she stepped across the room and came to a stop in the middle, facing away from the two Phantoms and towards Kelly sitting on the opposite side of the room. Kelly wore a blank expression on her face, her eyes far away as if trying to mentally transport herself away from this situation. Sam forced a reassuring smile to her face, all while half certain that any second now, the two horny women behind her would get bored and come charging at her.

They want you, Sam thought to herself, as she brought her hands up to run through her hair, all while continuing to move her body along to the slow, sultry tune of the music. They've been waiting all day to have you. So show them just how much of a prize they'll be getting. Or at least that they think they'll be getting.

Bending over slightly, Sam turned her head to the side to glance around at her audience, batting her eyes and shaking her ass. While Karlie still looked rather annoyed and bored, Nerine was watching Sam's moves with rapt attention. Perfect, Sam thought, as she moved her hands down to run up the back of her thighs, pausing briefly on her buttocks before moving them upwards to cup her bare breasts. Slowly, tantalizingly, she turned herself around to face the two Phantoms on the couch, trying her best to give them a sultry look as she moved her body to the music. She bobbed her head and bent her legs, parting them briefly to flash her crotch at the two women before clamping them shut again.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. Back then the only way Kelly had managed to convince her to learn these moves was from the promise that no one would ever see Sam doing something like this except Kelly. But now here she was: dancing for a pair of complete strangers like one of the asari in Afterlife. And to her surprise, it actually seemed to be doing the trick. At least... for one of the Phantoms.

"This is stupid," Karlie muttered, shifting in her seat. Sam followed Karlie's eye to the Sultana sex-toy that was sitting on the couch next to the Phantom. "Let's just stick these things in and fuck her already."

As Karlie started to grab the high-tech strap-on and stand up, Nerine shot out a hand to shove her back into her seat. "Shut the fuck up," she snapped. "We'll have plenty of time for that later. Kelly's bitch is putting on a show for us. And I for one wanna watch it. But after it's over..." she fingered her own Sultana on the arm of the couch next to her, while flashing a wide grin at Sam.

Karlie looked frustrated, but settled back into her seat. You're the one, then, Sam said, dropping her hands down and exposing her tits as she focused her attention solely on Nerine. Time to give you the best seat in the house, Nerine.

Hands on her hips and desire in her eyes, Sam stepped over to the couch. Her eyes locked on Nerine's, she licked her lips and slowly lowered herself down to the floor. By the time she reached the dark-skinned Phantom, she was crawling on her hands and knees, ass up in the air as she moved in close to Nerine. With a lazy smile, Nerine parted her legs as Sam approached, exposing the hairy bush surrounding her twat. Sam arched an eyebrow at her, before sticking out her tongue and running it along the inside of Nerine's inner thigh.

Behind her, she could hear Kelly sharply inhale. Stick to the script, Kelly, Sam thought to herself, trying to ignore the sounds of distress coming from her lover. I'm gonna have to make it look good if this plan is going to work.

Of course, Nerine had to complicate things. "Damn, Kelly, you weren't kidding," she said, as Sam licked and kissed as close as she dared to Nerine's pussy without coming into contact with it. "Your bitch sure knows how to warm a girl up before the action starts." She took a swig from the bottle of liquor and laughed. "Maybe after me and Karlie are done with her, we should take her down to the barracks to show all the rest of the ladies just how well she dances."

Dammit, Sam thought to herself, all while keeping up her teasing around the perimeter of Nerine's twat. Kelly, hold it together. For this to work, you're gonna have to stay out of it.

"Yeah, that would..." Kelly said, pausing for a moment to swallow, "that would be pretty hot."

Good, Kelly, good, Sam thought. Keep this up and this ridiculous plan of mine might actually work. Staring up at Nerine from between her muscular thighs, Sam drifted her hand up to the Sultana sitting up on the couch. Nerine looked concerned at first, but with a wink from Sam she allowed her to pick up the electronic phallus. While stroking the inside of Nerine's leg with one hand, Sam slowly inserted the Sultana into Nerine with the other. Once it was firmly seated inside of the Phantom, Sam put on an impressed expression as it interfaced with Nerine's body and grew to full, erect status.

"Hey," Karlie protested, as Sam stood up and turned her back to Nerine. "If we're gonna sit for this, at least give me some of that action."

"You'll get your turn," Nerine said, before throwing her head back and moaning as Sam lowered her ass down and pressed it against Nerine's Sultana cock. Bouncing her hips in time with the beat, Sam tried her best to hide her disgust as she rubbed herself against the fake cock. After a few seconds of grinding against the Sultana, Sam leaned herself back against Nerine, feeling the press of the Phantom's tits on her back.

"Oh, shit," Nerine said, as Sam grabbed onto her wrists and pulled her hands up to place them against Sam's tits. "That's one well-trained bitch. None of Morgan's bitches did any shit like this." Her rough, muscular hands pawed against Sam's tits, as Sam ground her ass and body against the appreciative Phantom.

Hearing more annoyed grunts from Karlie, Sam knew that the moment of truth was approaching. Finally, she felt the hard grip of Karlie's hand around her wrist, as she was yanked away from Nerine and into Karlie's lap. "Sick of fucking waiting," Karlie said, while stealing the bottle of booze away from Nerine and downing what remained in one long gulp. "Time to give me some of that action, bitch."

And as soon as she was in Karlie's lap, the other Phantom's Sultana already in place, Sam set out with one goal in mind: to give Karlie the absolute worst lapdance in the entirety of human history.

* * *

Kelly, I'm home!

Hey, sweetie! How was work today?

As exciting as usual. Some indigenous rodent got into the wiring and undid about two days of work, all because Leavitt didn't set up the containment grids properly. I swear, if I didn't know any better I'd think that man was... wait. What are you watching?

So, I've got something to confess, Sam. A few weeks ago, when I had you show off all those moves I taught you... I made a video.

You... you what? Kelly, I made you promise me that you wouldn't upload any pictures or videos to...

To the extranet, I know. And I didn't. This video is... it's just for me.

Oh, God. I can't even look. I'm sure I looked absolutely ridiculous.

No! You looked sexy. Maybe not as graceful as I was back in the day, but you really did well with a lot of the moves. Come on, Sam, watch it with me!

Kelly, please. If you truly care about me, then you'll delete every copy of that video and pretend it never existed.

Sam, stop being so modest. I wish you could just look and see how amazing you looked. Once you got into it and forgot about how embarrassed you were... it's that confidence I was talking about. Once you started to feel that confidence, you looked so... stunning.

Well, I must have been good at faking it, because I didn't feel confident for a second of it. Now could we please delete the video? I'm begging you, Kelly.

I... I can't. Please, Sam, don't ask me to. I need to keep it.

Kelly... Kelly, what's wrong?

I'm scared, Sam. Every day I feel so scared. When you leave in the morning and I'm alone here at home... I get so scared that something's going to happen to you.

Kelly, that's... this colony is the definition of boring. The chances of something happening to me have to be less than a fraction of a percent. You don't have anything to be scared of.

I know that. I know it's irrational. But after everything I've seen... the Collectors abducting everyone back on the Normandy, Cerberus invading the Citadel and coming within a hair's breadth of executing me... I just can't help myself. Before it was just me I was afraid for, but now... I don't think I could take it if anything were to happen to you.

Oh, Kelly. Come here.

I'm sorry. I'm being silly, I know.

No, you're not. But you need to stop worrying. I'm going to be fine. Both of us are going to be fine.

I want to believe that. But just... just in case something should ever happen, I want to always know I have this video. So that if I ever lost you, I'd have something to remember you by.

Kelly, if it's that important to you, then fine. Keep it. But... I have to admit I'm not sure why the thing you'd want to remember me with is this vid of me shaking my ass in my underwear.

Because... I know you don't believe it, but in this vid you look... just so sexy. Sexy and beautiful and every bit of the woman I met back on the Citadel during Shepard's party. The woman who I was willing to cast everything aside for and follow along to some backwater colony. The woman that I... that I fell in love with.

Kelly, I... I love you too.

Mmm... enough to show me some of those moves again tonight?

Hey, don't push your luck.

* * *

"What the fuck is this? What the fuck are you doing?"

Moving as much as she could against the beat of the music, Sam listlessly rubbed herself against Karlie's Sultana. Losing the sultry gleam in her eye she had had while teasing and tantalizing Nerine, Sam wore a dull, bored expression as she rubbed her ass against the fake cock. First softly, barely enough to be felt, and then pressing herself way too hard against the Sultana, eliciting a pained cry from Karlie.

"Agh! Get the fuck off!" Karlie snapped, shoving Sam away. Stumbling but managing to keep her footing, Sam turned around and crouched down between Karlie's legs. With a look on her face of pure disinterest, Sam began laying dry, close-mouthed kisses on Karlie's inner thighs, all while keeping her eyes pointed down at the floor and away from Karlie's face.

"Dammit, what is this?" Karlie asked Sam. "Do what you were doing with Nerine."

"I am," Sam muttered, all while continuing to keep her eyes averted from Karlie and looking as sedate as possible as she engaged in a limp, unerotic parody of her previous performance.

"No, you aren't," Karlie snapped. Grabbing Sam by the wrist, she yanked her arm until her palm was against Karlie's Sultana cock. "Fuck, just jerk me off if you can't at least put on a good show."

There was a low moan from behind Sam, Kelly once again voicing her distress at seeing Sam forced to pleasure these two thugs. Just a little bit longer, Kelly, Sam said, as she slowly stroked the fake cock. With how much Karlie here is worked up, it can't be much longer now.

"Ugh, faster, you stupid bitch," Karlie said, as Sam slowly worked her hand up and down Karlie's cock. "I can barely even feel it."

"I'm sorry," Sam quickly said, all while increasing the pace of her strokes just enough to be noticed, but keeping her grip around Karlie's cock as loose as possible.

Nerine watched all this occurring with a laugh. "Looks like you're not that bitch's type," she said. "Come back over here, bitch. Your fifteen minutes is almost up, and I'd rather you spend it with a real woman."

Sam's hand immediately dropped away from Karlie's cock, and the sultry look returned to her face as she got up and walked over to Nerine. As Karlie made aggravated sounds, Sam climbed sideways into Nerine's lap, her ass between Nerine's spread legs and right up against her cock, with her feet dangling to the side in Karlie's direction.

Kelly, I'm so sorry, Sam thought, as she made her big move. Grabbing Nerine behind the neck, Sam brought her lips to the Phantom's and gave her a long, wet kiss. The Phantom hungrily returned it, tongue thrusting down into Sam's mouth as the two of them made out. Sam didn't hear Kelly making any noises, but she didn't want to imagine the look on her lover's face as she passionately kissed another woman in front of her.

But it was all part of the plan. A plan that was about to reach its most crucial stage.

Opening one eye, Sam glanced over at the enraged Karlie. This is it, Sam, she thought to herself. Please let this work. For Kelly's sake as much as mine.

And with as much force as she could muster, Sam thrust her foot forward, and drove the heel of it as hard as she could into Karlie's Sultana cock.

* * *

Oh, no. Don't tell me you got that old thing out.

It's been a while since I watched it. No matter how many times I see you dancing like that, I still can't get over how gorgeous you looked.

God, Baker Colony. Seems like so long ago.

Almost two years now. Our first home together.

Tell me the truth, Kelly. After all these years, do you ever regret it? Even a little bit? All this time you've spent following me around to colony after colony, living in pre-fab housing and hearing me griping about setting up communications arrays? Do you ever think about how things would have been different if you hadn't accepted my offer?

The honest truth, Sam? I don't regret it for a second. Why do you ask?

It's... nothing. Guess I've just thinking about things lately. With the big day coming up tomorrow and all.

What big... oh right. The three year anniversary is tomorrow, isn't it? With the extranet down, I guess I must have forgotten.

Hopefully I can have things back up soon. I'd hate to miss seeing the big ceremony. And I know Alec Edison is going to keep bugging me about missing his bloody biotiball game if I don't get our signal back up by tomorrow evening.

Well, at least if you can't get us up and running again, we've got something else we can watch.

Yes, quite an alternative to seeing Shepard and all of our old friends being honored for their bravery: watching me dance around like an idiot.

Oh, come on, Sam. After two years, you have to admit that you looked pretty damn sexy.

I don't know about that. But... I suppose I didn't look totally ridiculous.

Glad to see we're making progress. Maybe by the time we're both 100, you'll at least be willing to admit that you were smoking hot back in the day.

Mmm... maybe. But I wouldn't count on it.

Well, I'm heading to bed. Don't stay up too late working, okay?

Kelly?

Hmm?

I love you.

Sam, I... I love you too. What brought that on?

Nothing. I just like to hear you say it.

* * *

"YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!"

With an angry bellow, Karlie jumped up from the couch, clutching at her groin. Her face was beet red, and her teeth were bared as she glared down at Nerine and Sam on the couch.

"I'm sorry!" Sam said quickly. "It was an accident!"

"A fucking accident?" Karlie asked. "Are you serious? Get up! Get the fuck up, bitch!"

Grabbing Sam by the arm, Karlie yanked hard and sent her flying up from Nerine's lap. As she felt herself falling forward to the floor, Sam braced herself for the pain that was to come. Opening her mouth slightly as she tumbled through the air, she put her bottom lip between her teeth. When she hit the floor there was sharp pain, followed by the taste of blood in her mouth. As she heard Karlie stomping towards her, she tried her best to ignore the throbbing pain in her lip as she swished the blood around and mixed it with her saliva. By the time Karlie was pulling her back up to her feet by her hair, blood was spilling out of her mouth and down her chin.

"I'm sorry," Sam repeated, while making her to face the camera at the corner of the room, giving it a good shot of her bloodied face. "I didn't mean to. Please, forgive me!"

"Jesus fuck, Karlie," Nerine said, a trace of panic in her voice. "She's fucking bleeding. If Morgan finds out..."

"Fuck Morgan, and fuck you," Karlie snapped, turning on Nerine and giving her a hard shove. From the sound of her voice she was exceedingly drunk. "Over there showing off how much Kelly's bitch was into you. Well, you had your turn with her. I'm going to take this bitch's ass, and you can just sit back there and watch!"

Nerine puffed out her chest and shoved Karlie back. "Oh, you think that's how it's gonna be?" she yelled back, sounding a bit tipsy herself. "I don't think so. We both came here to fuck, and since that bitch is obviously hot for me, I think I should get first crack at her."

"Hey, calm down," Kelly said meekly, as the two Phantoms shoved at each other. "You can both take turns with my bitch."

'Stay the fuck out of this, unless you want us to strip you down and take turns on you instead!" Karlie snarled. Turning back to Nerine, Karlie gave her a simpering smile. "You know what? Go right ahead. Might as well let her see what a disappointment you are before she gets a taste of a real woman."

Nerine stared suspiciously at Karlie, but then shrugged. "Whatever. You want to fuck her mouth while I'm taking her ass, be my guest." Turning to Sam, she ignored the blood still spilling from her mouth. "Bend over for me, bitch. After all that grinding you were doing against me, you're gonna love it even more once I get this fucking thing inside your..."

Nerine's vulgar words were cut off by a sharp scream from Kelly. Nerine started to turn, but too late to see Karlie come up from behind her with the empty bottle of booze. There was a loud crash, and Nerine tumbled to the floor in a shower of glass. Stepping around the moaning, dazed woman, Karlie advanced on Sam with the neck of the broken bottle.

"Turn around," Karlie snarled, and Sam quickly complied. Soon she felt the press of Karlie's body against her back, followed by a sharp pain against her neck. "Now then, bitch. You're gonna stand there and take my fucking cock," Karlie hissed threateningly into Sam's ear. You're not gonna do any stupid fucking dancing, and you're sure as hell not gonna pull any shit like you did on the couch, you understand?" As Karlie pressed the broken bottle neck a little bit harder into Sam's neck, the sharp glass digging into Sam's flesh, she used her other hand to aim the head of her cock at Sam's asshole. "That's it. Brace yourself, bitch. I've been waiting to do this for way, way too long."

Sam's eyes darted between Kelly, a panicked look on her face as she struggled to remain sitting, and the surveillance camera in the corner. Dammit, Sam thought to herself. What's taking so long?

"Here it comes, bitch," Karlie whispered into Sam's ear. "Here's comes the cock that you've been..."

And then the door to Kelly's quarters opened. From where Sam was standing, she couldn't see. She could only hear the low, animal growl that turned into a savage roar as Karlie was suddenly yanked away from behind Sam. Sam turned just in time to see Karlie being grabbed by the neck and slammed into the far wall of Kelly's quarters.

"YOU! DUMB! FUCKING! CUNT!" Morgan bellowed, punctuating each word by pulling Karlie away from the wall and driving her into it again. "What have I fucking told you? Fuck the bitches all you want, but DON'T! FUCKING! DAMAGE THEM!" With her free hand, she pointed at Sam, and the blood dripping from her mouth. "Look at that! Look at what you did to Kelly's bitch!"

"It's... it's okay, Morgan," Kelly meekly stated. "She didn't mean to..."

"No, it isn't. It is not... fucking... okay!" Morgan said, her attention focused entirely on Karlie. "I was all set up in the security room for a wonderful goddamn evening. My bitch had her lips wrapped around my cock, and I was ready to enjoy watching the two of you sticking it to Kelly's bitch. But you! You fucking ruined my whole goddamn night! I had to cut my bitch off mid-blowjob to come down here and put a stop to this bullshit!"

Standing up from the floor and rubbing at her head, Nerine regained her bearings enough to sneer over at Karlie and Morgan. "Yeah, you fucked up bad, Karlie," she said mockingly. "Shoulda listened to me when I..."

"Shut... up," Morgan said, turning her blazing hazel stare on Nerine. "You think I ain't fucking pissed at you, too?"

"Me?" Nerine exclaimed. "What the fuck did I do?"

Morgan narrowed her eyes. "You... were a terrible fucking guest! When somebody invites you over and you damage their property, you don't just fucking ignore it! The second you saw that Kelly's bitch was damaged, you two should have apologized to Kelly and tried to fix what you had broken. Instead the two of you got into a shoving match like a pair of bratty schoolgirls on the fucking playground."

"But I didn't..."

"E-fucking-nough!" Morgan snapped. "Apologize to Kelly for damaging her bitch. Now, dammit!"

Nerine turned to Kelly, grimacing as she said, "Kelly, I'm sorry that Karlie..." A loud grunt from Morgan. "...that we damaged your bitch."

"Now you," Morgan turned to Karlie, her fingers tightening around the Phantom's throat.

"I... I'm sorry, Kelly," Karlie choked out from between Morgan's fingers.

"That's better," Morgan said, releasing her grip on Karlie's throat and letting her gasp for breath. "But my evening is still fucked thanks to you two." She thought for a moment, then raised a finger. "I know! Let's take you two down to the barracks and have you play bottom for the rest of the night. That'll give me something nice to think about when I poke my bitch's ass later."

Karlie and Nerine both looked furious, but they didn't dare protest. As Karlie went to grab her uniform, Morgan clucked her tongue. "Unh unh. Neither of you will be needing those tonight." Putting a hand behind each of the Phantom's necks, she escorted them over to the door. "I'll have one of the bots fetch them for you tomorrow."

"Morgan... thank you," Kelly said.

"Whoah whoah whoah, wait a minute," Morgan said, pausing to turn and cross her arms as she stared down Kelly. "Just because these two are on my shitlist doesn't mean you're exactly Little Miss Innocent here." She pointed a finger over at Sam. "You really need to do better at training your bitch, Kel-Bear. All that shit with her giving Nerine a good time and turning her nose up at Karlie... no good bitch should ever pull something like that. A well-trained bitch treats all of her mistress's friends with the same courtesy and respect as she would her own mistress. Not to mention that shit that happened on the couch... not entirely sure that was really an accident. I mean, I'm sure you trust your bitch, but if I didn't know any better I might have thought she kicked Karlie in the junk on purpose."

"No, I would never do that," Sam protested. "It was an accident, I..."

"And there she goes, talking without being asked to speak," Morgan said, not even sparing a glance at Sam. "You need to put a tighter leash on that bitch of yours, Kel-Bear. Because if she keeps acting like this, I might start to think that maybe you can't be trusted with her. And you really wouldn't want that to happen... would you?"

Kelly immediately shook her head. "No. I'll do better, I promise."

"That's all I needed to hear," Morgan said, a grin on her face. "Now, I'm going to go watch these two get their asses fucked for the rest of the evening in the barracks. You're welcome to join me if you want."

"That's... that's okay," Kelly said, forcing a smile on her own face. "I have to clean things up around here. Patch up my bitch and all that."

Morgan nodded. "Yeah, I hear you. Well, have a good night. And don't worry. These two have had their bitch privileges revoked for at least a week. That should give them plenty of time to think about how badly they fucked up."

As Morgan led the two seething Phantoms out the door, and it closed shut behind her, Kelly fell back into her seat the second they were out of sight, shivering and sobbing.

"Kelly!" Sam exclaimed, running over and kneeling down next to Kelly's chair.

"Sam, I can't... I can't do this," Kelly muttered between sobs, as Sam wrapped her arms around her shoulders and embraced her trembling form. "Watching it all happening in front of me... watching you forced to do those... things with them..."

"It's okay, Kelly," Sam said softly. "It's all over now. They're gone, and they won't be back for a long time."

Kelly wiped at her face. "I know, I know. But it's going to happen again, isn't it? They'll come back eventually."

"Well, we'll just have to think about something else, then," Sam said. She winced as she felt the pain in her mouth, having forgotten in the heat of the moment the blood spurting from her bitten-open lip.

"Sam, you're hurt," Kelly said.

Sam shook her head as she rubbed at the blood on her mouth. "It's no big deal," she said, wiping away at the damp red trickles on her chin. "Just squirt a little medigel on it and I'll be right as rain. Listen, Kelly... there's something I need you to do for me." Kelly nodded in response, and Sam instructed her. "I need you to stand guard for me. About halfway between your quarters and the security room. With Morgan over in the barracks nobody should be watching the cameras. It should give me some time to work."

"Work?" Kelly questioned. "Work on what?"

"Better you don't know," Sam said softly to Kelly. "That way you don't have to lie if someone asks. But I need you on guard and ready to come back and warn me when Morgan is back in the security room and watching the cameras."

Kelly seemed hesitant to leave Sam alone, but eventually she nodded. "I'd do it. But if she asks what I'm doing out in the hallway..."

"Just tell her you wanted to apologize again for how badly you've trained me," Sam said, forcing a smile to her face. "That should be enough to throw her off. But whatever you tell her, you've got to get going. I can't have Morgan watching what I'm about to do. It'll ruin everything."

"Okay, okay," Kelly quickly stood, looking a bit shaky on her feet. She started for the door, then turned to fix a pitiful expression on Sam. "Sam, I'm so sorry you had to..."

"Forget it," Sam said, waving her away. "Just get moving."

Reluctantly, Kelly turned and left the quarters. Once she was gone, Sam headed right for the object of her desire, stepping around the broken glass to snatch it up.

As she moved into the bathroom, she went over everything she had learned in the last fifteen minutes in her head. "Eighteen Phantoms on the station," she muttered to herself, remembering Karlie and Nerine's words from when they first arrived. "Around 36 other personnel. Not a lot, but enough to present a bit of a threat to an Alliance rescue team." It may have seemed just like a bunch of trivia to most people, but every scrap of data was another piece to add to the chess board. All factors in figuring out a way for them to get out of this mess. Her and Kelly, along with Shepard and all of their friends.

And she would have to figure out something fast. Because she knew full well that, as flawlessly as her cobbled-together plan had worked, it was only putting off the inevitable. Karlie and Nerine would be back eventually, and Sam knew that they wouldn't put up with any further stalling tactics the next time they paid Kelly a visit. No fifteen minutes, no chance to figure out a way to get them at each other's throats. No, the next time they showed up, they wouldn't waste any time in "making use" of Sam.

The thought of it frightened her. Not even so much the thought of being raped by those insane women, but knowing what it would do to Kelly. Sam had never seen Kelly like this before, and even though her lover knew a lot more about psychology than Sam did, Sam was fairly certain that Kelly was on the brink of losing her mind. And being forced to watch as Sam was being fucked into submission would probably be more than enough to push her over the edge.

And that was the last thing Sam wanted to see happen. The thought of seeing the woman she loved lose her grip on sanity tore away at Sam, and she needed to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening.

Maybe, just maybe, the prize she had managed to gain with the success of her plan would help in putting an end to this nightmare.

Raising up her hand, Sam pressed the activation button on Nerine's omni-tool. "Now, then," she muttered to herself as she bypassed the laughably-basic encryption on the device and gained access to its systems, "Let's see what we've got here."
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