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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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"Sorry about all that. Gotta keep up appearances and all that."

Liara watched the clone approach her, trying to keep her expression as passive as possible. Keeping her attention focused on the horrifyingly beautiful face of her captor, and not on the item that she had retrieved from the box of erotic pleasure toys.

"I mean, I am the one in charge here," the clone said as she stopped half a foot away from Liara. "Nothing's going to change that. But the people I'm surrounded with here in the restricted area... well, we didn't exactly recruit them for their loyalty." She smirked. "Couldn't afford to; not back then, anyway. No, we picked them out because they would do anything for credits, and were the types to take joy in pain and violence. Animals, in other words, not humans."

Arching an eyebrow at Liara, the clone chuckled. "Maya likes to call you aliens animals, and in some ways I agree with her. But humans can be just as... unrefined. Be just as animalistic as a savage beast in the jungle. And like animals, they look for any sign of weakness. Catch a whiff of blood, and they'll come to rip you to shreds. I don't hold it against them. It's what they're good at, after all. But it means that... well, I have to put on a bit of a show for them. Make my scary face and show them that I'm going to be such a cruel little bitch to the helpless asari captive. But I'm not going to do that."

Liara took a quick look at the item in the clone's hand, and back into her green eyes. "What are you going to do, then? If... if you don't mind me asking, my love?" she quickly added, wanting to keep up her Stockholm Syndrome act. It was actually frighteningly easy at times. The clone looked just like Shepard. Talked a lot like Shepard, except on those occasions when she engaged in Cerberus's xenophobic propaganda.

And, as the clone that wore her lover's face moved in close to the bondage frame, Liara was disturbed to note that she even smelled like the real Shepard.

"The woman you're sharing a cell with back there, the one who up until recently thought she was Shepard... she's a very curious type, isn't she? Poking her nose around Prothean artifacts. Probing into the dirty dealings of Saren and Benezia despite everyone telling her to turn around and walk away." The clone exhaled slowly. "Well, I suppose that's one thing I have in common with the little faker. Because I'm a very curious sort myself. And today... you're going to help me satisfy some of that curiosity." She held the item in her hand up to Liara's face and grinned. "And I figured... why not have some fun with it?"

Liara wasn't sure she liked whatever the clone's idea of fun was, but she supposed she was relieved it wasn't some piece of S&M torture gear that the clone had pulled out of that box. No, it was nothing more than a simple, black blindfold.

"You want to know something interesting, Liara?" the clone said, as she reached up to fasten the blindfold around Liara's eyes. Soon Liara's world went black, and the only thing that existed for her was the sound of the clone's voice. "You are actually the first alien I've spent any amount of time around since I was... born, for lack of a better word. Talked with some on extranet channels of course. Wouldn't have been able to sucker that crazy bitch Aria into falling for our plan if I hadn't, after all." Liara felt the clone's fingers brush against her cheek, and she gasped in surprise. "But you, Liara... before you, I had never really seen a flesh-and-blood alien in person before."

"What about..." Liara started to ask, before feeling the clone's hand abruptly leave her cheek. Part of her almost expected a slap, punishment for speaking out. But instead, the hand touched her skin lightly again, this time on the back of her neck, running along one of the deep ridges that led up to her crest. "What about the asari in the cells?" She searched back in her memory for a moment, trying to remember the name from one of the cruel taunts the humans had directed at the entranced asari while gangbanging her. "Delaana... you didn't spend any time with her?"

The clone scoffed. "No, that was all one of Maya's schemes. She's the one who got Delaana and her merc team together to retake this station. Back then I was still hiding in the shadows. Couldn't have too many people knowing about me. Would make it more difficult to claim my place as the true Commander Shepard, after all. No, by the time I was no longer a closely-guarded secret, Delaana and her people had already done their jobs. Delaana was in her cell, and her two alien companions... well, who cares, really? Last I heard Maya handed Solvitis and Grell off to Dr. Henneman to do whatever twisted things he wanted with them. Considering that Henneman hates aliens even more than Maya, I don't want to even think about what he..."

There was a pause in the clone's speech, and she let out a low laugh. "Why are we talking about such unpleasant things? We're here to have fun, Liara! I'm here to get an up-close-and-personal look at my first real alien, and you? Well, you're just here to look pretty and let me get a look at every last inch of you."

So that's what it was, Liara realized. To the clone, Liara was little more than an amusing oddity. The way her fingers stroked across Liara's skin was like a child playing with a new toy. She could feel the clone's bare fingers lightly brushing underneath her arms, smooth pink skin against Liara's scaly blue flesh. It was disgusting, Liara thought to herself. This clone reducing her to little more than an object.

But if that was the case... why did the shiver that Liara felt every time the clone touched her feel not like one of disgust, but one of... pleasure?

"Of course, the memory implants gave me a lot of information about your species," the clone continued to speak as she ran her hands down Liara's sides. "Like every other alien civilization, it gave me lots of details about the main strengths and weaknesses of your races. Where the best place would be to jab a knife in to kill you. What cultural values and familial relations could be best used to manipulate you into following my commands. But stuff like this... the close-up anatomy of your body... the implants told me nothing about that."

Now the clone's hands were drifting up Liara's stomach, and soon she could feel fingers cupping the undersides of her breasts. "It really is remarkable how similar we are to each other, Liara," the clone mused, as her palms pressed against Liara's nipples and she experimentally toyed with Liara's breasts. "Maya claims that's the most devious thing about the asari. That nature made you so similar to the superior race of humanity so that it would be easier for you to deceive us. Make us believe that you were on our sides before betraying us."

"And... and do you believe that, Shepard?" Liara asked. In her mind, she tried to tell herself that this wasn't the real Shepard. But her body was having a primal reaction to the touch of those hands, so similar to the woman that she loved. With her eyes covered, Liara couldn't see the slight sneer that the clone seemed to constantly wear on her face. That smug look of superiority that was a constant reminder that this lab creation wasn't the real Shepard. In the darkness, all Liara had was that voice, and for once it wasn't filled with the casual mocking tone that the clone frequently spoke in. It was low and seductive, breathy and filled with suggestive intent.

And despite her attempts to bring her body under control with her rational mind, the sound of that voice and the touch of those hands was getting Liara's pussy wetter and wetter by the second.

"My, my," the clone said, seeming to ignore Liara's question while her hands still playfully teased Liara's breasts. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Liara?"

"Yes," Liara immediately lied. Only... how much of a lie was it, really?

Regardless, the clone didn't doubt her for a moment. "See, I knew you would love it," she said gleefully. "It's just so erotic, isn't it? Not knowing where I'm going to touch you next." Her hands left Liara's tits, the removal of the clone's touch causing Liara to let out a long breath. Whether it was a sigh of relief, or of disappointment, Liara wasn't sure. "Maybe I'll touch you... here next," the clone said, pausing before placing a hand on the side of Liara's hips. Just as soon as it was there, the hand was gone. "Or maybe I won't touch you at all for a while. Leave you hanging there waiting, anticipating when you'll feel me again. Maybe now... or maybe in a few minutes. Makes it much more exciting, don't you think?"

"It does," Liara agreed, hating herself for how much she was getting into all of this. But if she fought against her urges too hard, it would become obvious to her captor that all of her talk of love and devotion was a lie. She was trying her best to keep up appearances, while at the same time keeping in the back of her mind that this woman driving her insane with lust wasn't the real Shepard. And as this kept going on, Liara worried that she would tumble off one side of the knife-edge she was traveling on.

"But what you were asking earlier, Liara," the clone said, her voice enticingly close to Liara even as she withheld the touch of her hands. "About whether or not the asari are duplicitous by their very nature. Well, it's hard to argue with the facts, isn't it? Your people withholding valuable information about the Reapers until it was far too late. Even when the Reapers came right to your doorstep, you little blue cunts still wanted to hide all of your precious secrets away until we were forced to come and claim them. You lied to humanity even when it nearly meant the extinction of your species. If that isn't a sign of deception being a part of your fucking DNA, I don't know what is."

Liara wanted to fire back any number of objections at the clone's human-centric perversion of the facts, but she remained silent.

"But if I were to answer honestly... no, I don't think the asari are a race of back-stabbers," the clone said after a few seconds of silence. "The fact that you look so similar to humans... I don't think it's a devious smoke-screen at all. I think it's a sign from... whatever being shaped this universe, that the asari were meant for a different purpose. Just like every race is destined in the end to serve humanity's wants and needs. I dream about it every night, you know? Once humanity takes our place as the leaders of the galaxy, what we will end up using all of the other aliens for. The turians will be our soldiers of course. Fighting our battles for us, slaughtering anyone who resists the new human empire. The krogans will mine hostile planets for us, delivering valuable resources back to their human masters. And the asari?" A low chuckle. "You will serve the purpose you were designed for. You will be our pleasure slaves."

Hearing the clone's insane, xenophobic fantasies made Liara want to retch. But just then, she felt the clone move in close, and felt the firm press of her fingers right between Liara's legs. Liara let out a gasp, as the clone's fingers began skillfully playing with her pussy.

"Can't you just see it, Liara?" the clone whispered huskily as she worked her fingers against Liara's clit, digits slick with Liara's juices. "Your people fulfilling your true destinies as humanity's chosen fuck-toys? I can just imagine a busy city street back on Earth. People coming to-and-fro, going about their business in the new empire of humanity. And walking obediently behind them, naked except for the leashes around their necks, would be their personal asari pleasure slaves. Every so often you'd see a man unzip his pants or a woman undo her belt, and command their slave down to her knees. Maybe even bend their slave over and fuck them, right there in public. And nobody would pay it any mind, because that's what the asari are for, after all. Would you like that, Liara? Would you like to have me lead you out on your leash and show you off to all of the other humans? Let them get a look at the beautiful asari slave I own, and have them watch while you eat out my twat?"

The vulgar, racist image did nothing for Liara. But the clone's fingers stroking against her most sensitive areas were driving her closer and closer to a shameful climax. She made no attempt to stifle her moans as the clone fingered her pussy, the chains around her wrists and ankles rattling as she writhed in unfeigned ecstasy.

"'What a lovely little slave!' they'd all say," the clone continued, not pausing in her frustratingly-skilled fingering of Liara as she spoke. "Perhaps a few men would even be bold enough to ask if they could borrow you for a moment. Just long enough for them to shove their cocks inside you and fill you up with their cum. After all, in this perfect world, sharing your asari slave with another human is considered nothing more than a common courtesy. But not you, Liara. You, I'm saving all for myself. No one else will get to enjoy your body, your tongue, and your tight little cunt except for me. So they can just watch in envy as I show you off, knowing that their own personal slaves could never compare to the most gorgeous one of all."

Liara was so close. Only the vile words coming out of the clone's mouth were keeping her from reaching her climax minutes ago. But as time ticked by, and the touch of the clone's fingers were bringing her right to the brink, Liara knew that there was no fighting it.

"Cumming," she gasped. "I'm cumming, Shepard. I'm..."

And seconds away from her final release... the clone's fingers fell away from her crotch. Liara let out a frustrated moan, which elicited an amused chuckle from the clone.

"Not just yet, Liara," the clone said. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Please..." Liara begged, knowing how undignified it made her look and not caring in the slightest. "Please don't stop..."

"Oh, I don't intend to. But I still have so much I want to discover about your race," the clone mused. "I know how it feels to touch you with my fingers, after all. But what about... other ways?"

Liara wasn't sure what the clone meant at first. Then she heard the sound of rustling fabric. A few seconds later, she felt the touch of the clone again. Not her fingers, but her entire body, warm and naked and pressing against Liara's sweat-soaked blue skin. The clone's naked breasts butted up against Liara's, and Liara let out a heated breath at the feel of her sensitive stiffened nipples rubbing against the swell of the clone's tits.

"Mmm, that feels nice," the clone husked, as she rubbed her naked body around against Liara's helpless form. "Fuck, makes me regret that we waited so long to put this plan into action." The clone shifted, and Liara suddenly the warm, wet press of the clone's pussy rubbing against her thigh. As the clone humped her crotch against Liara's leg, she continued talking. "Oh, I never told you, did I? Maya and I were originally going to make our move much sooner. Back during the war, when the Normandy had gone to the Citadel for maintenance. Do you remember that?"

Liara nodded. It had been the same day they had had the party. All of their friends had been there at Anderson's apartment, and after several hours of enjoying themselves (and way too much alcohol), a large portion of the partygoers had found themselves pairing off and finding private spots to get better acquainted. Glyph had recorded the whole night, and despite herself Liara had been too curious not to take a peek at the resulting videos. Ashley and Vega. Kelly and Traynor. Garrus and Tali. Even Miranda and Jack had... well, best not to think about that one. Thinking about that night, though, only made Liara remember retiring to the bedroom with Shepard, which was pretty much the last thing she should have been thinking about as she tried not to let herself be seduced by this monster wearing her lover's face.

"Maya and I... originally we were going to hit you back then. Figured it was the best chance for me to replace that faker, while at the same time taking out anyone else who might have noticed the switch." The clone let out a long, pained noise, even as she continued leaving a trail of her pussy juices on Liara's thigh. "Just think, I could have spent the last few years enjoying myself with you, instead of waiting until now. But that egghead Henneman talked Maya out of it. Said it would be best to wait until the war had been resolved, so that everyone would be less on edge, more likely to not notice when we made our move. Maybe he was right, but still... so much lost time to make up for. So many times I could have had a chance to find out how you feel. And... how you taste."

Liara felt the clone move slightly away from her, followed by the warm touch of her hand underneath one of Liara's breasts. "Shepard..." Liara gasped, as she felt a hot wet mouth latch around one of her rock-hard nipples, the clone hungrily working her tongue against the stiffened nub. After a few seconds, the clone moved to the other breast, giving a similar treatment to Liara's other nipple. Liara clenched her fists tightly, feeling herself beginning to work towards the climax she had been denied before.

Please, she thought desperately, as the clone continued putting her oral skills to use on Liara's tits. Touch me down there again. I don't care if you aren't really her. I just need to cum so bad. She felt disgusted at herself for being so easily manipulated, but that disgust was vastly overwhelmed by the unsatisfied cravings filling her entire body.

"Mmm," the clone moaned around Liara's nipple. Pulling away, she continued stroking Liara's breast as she spoke. "Think I'm nearly finished with my experiments, Dr. T'Soni," she quipped. "Well... one more thing I'd like to try."

Liara felt the clone pull away, and she waited in nervous anticipation, her pussy still buzzing with unsatisfied need. "Please touch me, Shepard," she gasped, feeling so dirty and disgusting and so very, very horny. "I'm yours. I'm... I'm your slave. Your obedient asari pleasure slave. Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours." Liara babbled, not even sure anymore how much of what she was saying was still part of her act, and how much came out of some deep, hidden part of her psyche that she didn't even know existed until now. All she knew was that she needed to cum. Needed it more than she could have ever imagined. And she didn't even care if it was a woman that she hated so severely that did it for her.

There was no response from the clone for an agonizing eternity, either with her words or the touch of her skin. And just when Liara was starting to worry that the clone had quietly left the room, she felt a light brush of contact against her inner thigh.

"Well said, slave," said the voice of the clone, down low near Liara's feet. "And now for your reward."

Liara felt the clone's tongue against her clit, and within seconds she was cumming.

"Goddess, yes!" Liara cried out, throwing her head back as she felt the overwhelming pleasure hit her like a bolt of lightning. There was warm wetness against her inner thighs, and she realized that her pussy was gushing fluids against the clone's face. If the clone was bothered by this, she didn't show it, as she slid two fingers up into Liara's soaking snatch while continuing to work her tongue around Liara's sensitive clit. No sooner did one mind-blowing climax finish than Liara felt herself being brought off again, the manacles around her wrists biting into her skin as she felt her legs go weak. She moaned and squealed, pressing her hips into the clone's skilled mouth as it sent her into her second, even-more intense orgasm. She cried out until her throat was hoarse, sweat dripping off her body and mingling with the fluids streaming out of her snatch. By the time the second climax was done, Liara was a quivering, helpless wreck.

"Looks like you enjoyed that," the clone said in the understatement of the century. "Your taste is... unique, Liara." The clone paused, and through the haze of her overwhelming climax Liara could hear the clone sucking on her own fingers. "Quite different from Maya's, and yet so... well, how to put it into words?" The clone let out a deep sigh and added, almost casually, "Such a shame that I'll have such a brief period of time to enjoy it, before I have to hand you over to him."

The implication of the clone's words brought Liara to her senses. "What... what are you talking about? Hand me over to..."

She was cut off as the blindfold around her face was yanked off. The clone was back up on her feet, naked and wiping away Liara's juices from her face with a hand towel. "Forget I said anything," the clone said, and there was a look in her eyes that was almost... melancholy. "Think we've had enough fun for today. I'm going to let you down, and you can help me get dressed. Once we get back to the cellblock, do your best to make it look like I spent the last hour or so abusing the shit out of you. Like I said... have to keep up appearances."

Liara nodded. In some ways, it wasn't that far off from the truth. The clone may not have beat her or tortured her with unsatisfied climaxes like Brooks had with Shepard, but in her own way, what the clone had done to her had been just as abusive. Liara wasn't sure how she was going to be able to look Shepard in the eye after this, knowing that Liara had let another woman drive her so mad with lust. Yes, it wasn't like Liara had a choice about being here, but the way she had surrendered herself to it all...

As the manacles were unfastened, Liara nearly tumbled to the floor before managing to keep her footing. "Fetch my uniform for me," the clone casually ordered Liara.

"Yes, Shepard," Liara said, turning away from the clone quickly so that she couldn't see the anguish on Liara's face. By the time she had gathered up the clone's clothes from the floor and turned back, Liara had successfully managed to force herself to smile again.
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