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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138076 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Trouble was brewing. Samara had been a justicar long enough to sense it without even trying.

"Must be nice to be the boss," Yuri said scornfully, staring at the door back to the testing area, "Be able to hit up the prisoners for pussy whenever you feel like it, without having to worry about messing with some egghead's 'experimental data.'" Ever since Yuri had come back from escorting Liara back to her "appointment" with the clone, he and the other three human prison guards had been hanging around the cellblock area, grumbling amongst themselves.

"Yeah, meanwhile we gotta sit and stare at all these naked bitches right in front of us, and can't even have a taste," Bowers groused. "Only pussy available to us is either being guarded by that psycho blonde with a cock, or is..." Rolling his eyes, he glanced over to the cell at the end of the block. "Well, not as much of a challenge."

"It is quite a frustration, I agree," Okoru said, crossing his dark, muscular arms. "Perhaps we should have a talk with our red-headed commander. Convince her to allow us a chance to enjoy that little blue-skinned delight after she's had her fun with her."

"Maybe the boss'll let me take that asari back to play with my pets as well," Roth said, giddy at the prospect.

Bowers sneered at his comrade. "Shit, you and those varren of yours. Stop worry so much about their cocks and start thinking about ours. Bottom line is, bosses better let us have a crack at that asari... or one of these other bitches, or we're gonna have to start thinking about a mutiny around here. Ain't that right?"

"Fuck yeah," Yuri agreed, and the other men nodded their assent as well. "Fuck Henneman and his stupid experiments. I didn't sign on for this to look at a bunch of cunt. I came on to fuck it."

Just then, the door back to the testing area opened, and the clone ushered a sweaty, shivering Liara back into the cellblock. The shaken asari maiden stared down at the floor as the clone directed her back to her and Shepard's cell.

"Hey, boss," Bowers said, stepping over to the clone with his hands clasped behind his back. Despite all of his bluster before she had entered the room, he didn't seem quite as cocksure now that the clone was actually in the room. "Looks like you put that asari bitch through the wringer, huh?"

The clone turned and grinned at Bowers, and it was the oddest thing. There was something strangely... fake about the smile. Samara supposed it could just be because the woman was an artificial creation, born out of a laboratory, but the grin she flashed at her subordinate seemed extremely forced. "Yeah, you should have heard this little cunt squeal. Had to force myself to stop before I killed the weak little thing," the clone said cheerfully.

"Sounds like a fun time," Bowers said. "Thing of it is... me and the guys were thinking that... well, as long as you had her out of her cell and all warmed up, maybe we could take a shot at her."

The clone immediately shook her head. "Unh unh," she deadpanned. "Told you fellas when we came in here: the fake Shepard and Liara are off-limits. Only me and Brooks get to touch them."

"Look, I don't want to sound like I'm complaining or anything, ma'am," Bowers started to say. "But..."

"Good thing," the clone responded, her expression going hard in a way that definitely wasn't faked. "Because complainers tend to take one way trips out of the airlock around here."

Bowers took a step back, eyes wide with fear, but he quickly composed himself. "It's just... seems like all of these ladies are off-limits to us. You and Brooks don't want us to touch Liara and Shep..." he paused and verbally backtracked. "...and the fake Shepard. Morgan's so fucking crazy that all of us are too worried about getting our dicks ripped off if we try to fuck her bitch or her friend Kelly's bitch. And most of the women here on the cellblock, we ain't supposed to touch so that we don't 'taint the research data' or whatever it is Henneman always blabs on about."

Looking bored, the clone gestured to the end of the cellblock. "Listen, if you're so hard up, why not just stick it to Delaana over there? Fuck's sake, she's more than willing."

"Yes, please," Samara could hear the asari at the end of the cellblock moan. "Give it to me. I'll make you all cum so hard. Come over here and..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Bowers yelled out, before turning back to the clone and sighing. "That's the thing, isn't it? It ain't as much fun when they're begging for it, you know. A fuck's so much better when the bitch is crying just a little." He gestured to the door back to the testing area. "I mean, fuck, you know what I'm talking about, right? All that shit you were doing back there with Liara, I bet that got you off like crazy, didn't it?"

And there was that fake smile from the clone again. "Yeah... yeah, you're right. Hearing her cry and beg me to stop... nothing gets my panties wetter," she said, voice filled with overdone glee.

"So you get what I'm saying," Bowers said, the tone of his voice as he begged the clone to allow him to rape one of them sounding like a kid begging for a toy from his parents. "So come on. How about forgetting about that whole rule of yours just for a little while, and letting us have a crack at that blue cunt."

Looking annoyed, the clone finally made a sweeping gesture. In the direction of Samara and Aria's cell. "Fuck it. You want to hit some asari pussy so bad... go right ahead," she casually remarked.

Samara stiffened on her cot, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists. She glanced over at Aria, whom she had thought was asleep but had actually been watching these events unfold in rapt attention.

"You mean it?" Bowers said with a sinister smile. "You're gonna make sure Henneman doesn't give us shit for fucking some of his test subjects?"

The clone shook her head. "I'll have a talk with him. Besides... you know how he is. He can barely bring himself to touch an alien, so I doubt he's going to worry too much about any damage you may cause to those two. So go nuts, fellas."

"Thanks, boss! You really are the best possible Shepard, you know?" Bowers beamed.

"Correction: I am the only Shepard," the clone said sternly, shoving a pointer finger into Bowers's face. "And don't you fucking forget it."

Bowers quickly nodded. "Yes, ma'am... I mean, Commander Shepard. Me and the boys are really grateful."

But by then, the clone was already turning away, opening up Shepard and Liara's cell to deposit the shaken Liara back inside. Bowers waited until the clone had sealed Liara back in and left the cellblock before walking over to Samara and Aria's cell.

"You hear that, you alien cunts?" Bowers said, all of his confidence and swagger back now that only his helpless captives were around. "You two are gonna show us four a good time." He turned to Roth and made a quick gesture. "Hey, get those things you use on the varren. Gotta make sure these two bitches don't give us any trouble, huh?"

As Roth headed back into the research area, Samara stared intently at Bowers, expression cold and stern. "If it spares these other women your depravity, I will allow you to do whatever disgusting acts you wish to without resistance," she said.

"Yeah, you're just a regular peach, ain't you?" Bowers said mockingly. "But I'm more worried about that cellmate of yours. See, I've heard about Omega's one rule, but we ain't on Omega right now, are we? And just in case Aria forgets that fact... me and the boys want some insurance."

Roth returned, holding two varren prods, one in each hand. Bowers extended one of his hands, and Roth tossed the electric prod for Bowers to catch. "You see this baby here?" Bowers turned back to Samara and Aria, hitting the trigger on the prod and making sparks arc between the two metal prongs at the tip of the device. "Give us any sort of lip or do anything besides what we tell you to do, and you're gonna get a taste of this right in your blue backside. You both understand?"

Samara slowly nodded. She expected Aria to begin launching obscenities at the perverted humans, but glancing over Samara saw that the asari crime lord was nodding as well.

"Glad to see we're all on the same page," Bowers said, before reaching over to deactivate the forcefield. "Now, the two of you stand up and walk out of the cell. Slowly, now."

Rising up to her feet, more aware than ever of her nakedness, Samara walked slowly out of the cell, feeling the cold steel bulkhead against the soles of her feet as she walked. Beside her, Aria matched her pace, and Samara glanced over to see a cold, furious expression on Aria's face despite her compliance.

The four humans watched as they exited, openly gawking at the two older asari's naked bodies. "Stop right there," Bowers said, holding up the hand not holding the varren prod. Glancing over at his comrades, he arched his brow. "What do you say, fellas? Two of them, four of us... I'll let you boys have first choice."

"Give me a crack at that justicar bitch," Roth immediately declared. "Had my eye on those big blue titties of hers ever since she showed up."

"Go right ahead," Yuri said with a shrug. "Think I'd much rather see what it's like to fuck a queen," he said, leering at Aria and grabbing at his crotch.

Okoru nodded, flashing a gleaming smile at Aria. "A wonderful idea. But a queen should not be romanced in such squalid circumstances. What do you say, Yuri, that we take Miss T'Loak here back to the lounge and enjoy her company in much more refined surroundings?"

Yuri stared at his comrade dully. "You mean fuck her back in the bondage room?"

The dark-skinned human let out a weary sigh. "Vulgarly put, but yes," Okoru said. He turned to Bowers. "Will you and Roth be joining us with your delicious morsel?"

"Nah, rather just fuck the blue-skinned bitch right here," Bowers said, glancing over his shoulders at the women still in their cells, watching all of this occur with nervous expressions. "Let these ladies get a look at what's waiting for them once the doc is ready to start his experiments up for real."

"As you desire," Okoru said, laying a hand on Aria's shoulder hesitantly. As if expecting her to rip it off the second it touched her skin. "Come, your highness. Your royal bedchambers await."

Okoru and Yuri departed with Aria, Yuri holding the varren prod in his hand menacingly as they went. Once the door shut behind them, Bowers turned to Samara and sneered. "Alright, then. No fucking time to waste. Hands and knees, right now."

Glaring coldly at Bowers, Samara nonetheless did as she was ordered. If you resist them, they'll only make it worse for you, she told herself as she felt the cold metal against her palms and knees. Or for your fellow prisoners. Let them win for now, and wait for your opening later.

Once she was in position, she looked up to her side to see Bowers and Roth standing side-by-side, staring down at her like a prime cut of beef at the butcher shop. "So, which do you want?" Bowers said to Roth, swinging the prod in his hand casually. "Front or back?"

"Difficult decision, boss," Roth responded. "But if I had to pick... think I wanna stick it right in that juicy asari twat."

"Well, never let it be said that I'm not a generous superior officer," Bowers said with a leering grin. "Guess it's the mouth for me, then."

Samara forced herself to remain calm, as the two men knelt down on either end of her. "Now, you know what's gonna happen if I even feel the slightest hint of teeth," Bowers whispered menacingly at her. "First I hit you with this," he gestured with the varren prod, "And then I take out as many of your teeth as I can... with my fists. Got me?"

Samara nodded slowly. Behind her, she could feel Roth rubbing between her legs. Forcing Samara's body into an unwanted state of arousal so that he could take his pleasure from her. Despite the undignified circumstances, Samara held her head up high, even as Bowers unzipped his Cerberus uniform pants and pulled out his penis to wave in Samara's face. Opening her mouth, she offered no resistance as Bowers shoved his prick between her lips and began fucking Samara's face. Behind her, Samara could feel Roth's fingers leave her snatch, only to be replaced by his own cock inside of her.

Play along for now, Samara told herself, as the two humans thrust into her from each end. You'll see an opportunity soon enough. And once you do... they will regret their actions. Very... very, deeply.

* * *

"Right this way, your majesty," Yuri said mockingly, as he opened the door into the testing room. As Aria entered, her eyes immediately flicked around, taking in her surroundings in a fraction of a second. Expensive furnishings, a few heavy lamps she might be able to use as weapons in a pinch. But she doubted she'd be able to make her move fast enough to avoid a varren prod to the side.

So instead, she simply turned to the two men as they entered behind her, trying her best to look as defeated as possible. "Heard you gave those crazy bitches back on the Normandy a hard time," Yuri said to her, holding up the varren prod and activating it with a malicious expression. "You pull any of that shit with us, and you'll get a dose of 5 million volts to remind you who rules on Adamanthea Station? Understand?"

"I understand," Aria responded, slumping her shoulders and doing her best to look utterly defeated. It wasn't an act she had had to perform in several centuries, so it surprised her how naturally she was able to perform for these imbeciles. From the cocky glances they exchanged with each other, she had them completely fooled.

"Well, since you know how this is gonna go," Yuri said, reaching down with his spare hand to unfasten his pants, "how about we start things with you wrapping those dark blue lips of yours around this?" Pulling out his rigid prick, he gripped it around the base and waggled it around.

Aria fought the urge to roll her eyes. Males. Always so eager to show off those pathetic little things between their legs, as if they expected her to be overcome with lust at the very sight of that veiny little meat tube. Regardless, she dutifully sank down to her knees in front of him, grabbing him by the shaft and readying herself.

"Hey," Yuri said, tapping Aria on the head with the deactivated varren prod. Once he had her attention, he waved the device at her. "No funny stuff, okay? Or you know what's gonna happen."

Yeah, I know what's gonna happen, Aria thought to herself. Just a shame for you and your friend that you two don't. But to Yuri, she simply nodded, before leaning forward and starting to give Yuri what was sure to be the best blowjob of his life.

Just like her helpless act, it had been a long time since Aria had been put in this position. But from the way Yuri started gasping as Aria worked her lips and tongue along the length of his prick, these skills hadn't atrophied either. "Aw, fuck," Yuri gasped, his voice hitching as Aria reached up to lovingly stroke his balls as she continued sucking his prick. She had to give the pathetic human credit for one thing: most males who had been lucky enough to be granted an Aria T'Loak blowjob tended to last under a minute – of course, their "luck" tended to run out not long after they shot what would be the last load of their lives into her mouth. But Yuri was made of heartier stuff, it seemed, as it took almost two minutes before Aria felt the prick in her mouth start to swell and began spraying cum down her throat. As the human mewled and whimpered, Aria dutifully swallowed down the sticky goo, forcing herself to keep the bored expression off her face as the last drops of his semen splattered onto her tongue.

"Fu... fucking hell," Yuri gasped, his flaccid cock flopping out of Aria's mouth and dribbling spit and cum down on the carpet. "Okoru, you gotta try this bitch's mouth. I ain't never had a bitch blow me like that before."

And Goddess willing, you never will again, Aria thought to herself. As Okoru approached her with his dark cock in his hand, Aria stood up from the floor. Both men immediately tensed, and Yuri raised up the varren prod, but Aria gave them both a disarming smile. "Got something else I'd like to try," she said to Okoru. When he still looked hesitant, she batted her eyes at him and added, "You'll love it. Trust me."

As usual when she pulled out the big guns, the suckers bought it, although Yuri still maintained his firm grip on the prod. As Okoru approached Aria, she turned her back to him and bent over slightly. "Don't be shy," she said, her voice dripping with phony sweetness. "Come a little bit closer, big guy."

Okoru moved right up behind her, and Aria moved back slightly herself, until her naked ass was pressed against Okoru's cock. Slowly, she began moving her ass up and down, using it to press Okoru's cock up against his stomach as she rubbed her backside against the sensitive underside of his prick. It was an old trick from her days as an unassuming, "harmless" asari dancer on Omega. She seemed to recall pulling this move on the Patriarch, or perhaps one of his flunkies, not long after she put her plan in place to assume control of the entire station. And right now, just as then, as she felt the hard cock stroking around in her asscrack, she thought about what was soon to come and couldn't help but smile to herself.

"Oh, baby," Okoru gasped, no doubt enjoying the feeling of friction against his sensitive man-parts. "You sure know how to show a man a good time."

"This?" Aria said innocently. "This is nothing. If you think this feels good, I've got some moves that'll drive you absolutely crazy."

Okoru gasped. "Show me, baby," he said, reaching around to grab at Aria's tits as she continued to grind against his prick. "Show me all those moves."

Reaching up, Aria gently pulled Okoru's hands away from her breasts. As she turned slowly around, she glanced around the room until she spotted the perfect spot. With a sultry smile, she took the human by the shoulders and gently ushered him over to one of the couches on the other side of the room. Okoru let out a surprised gasp as he felt the couch hit the back of his knees, and he fell backwards onto the cushions.

Aria took a brief glance behind her, checking to see where Yuri was. The other human was obviously enjoying the show, trying his best to work himself up to another erection as he watched Aria seduce his comrade. Good, Aria thought, as she lowered herself down onto Okoru's lap, staring him eye-to-eye as she moved in close, his cock trapped between her stomach and his as she pressed against him.

"You ready?" Aria whispered into Okoru's ear.

"Do it, baby," Okoru eagerly responded. "Give it to me hard."

"Oh, I'm going to give it to you alright," Aria said. Opening her mouth wide, she made her move.

* * *

"Fuck, here it comes," Bowers moaned. Pulling his prick out of Samara's mouth, he rapidly jerked it until it began spraying cum into Samara's face. Samara shut her eyes and forced herself not to retch as she felt the human's semen hitting her face and slowly trickling down her chin and onto the floor. Meanwhile, Roth continued fucking her from behind, animal grunts coming out of his mouth as he clumsily drove his prick again and again into her pussy.

By the time Samara felt the cum finish splashing on her face, she opened her eyes to see Bowers standing up from the floor and turning to face the women in the cells. "Pretty hot stuff, right?" he loudly declared to the frightened women. "Seeing that stuck-up justicar bitch take a couple of hard cocks. Shit, I don't know how you ladies can watch this and not start begging me and Roth here to give you your turns next.

"I'm ready for my turn," Delaana called out from her cell on the end of the row. The desperate asari merc was frantically playing with herself at the edge of the cell's forcefield, eyes moving from Bowers's cock to Samara getting screwed on the floor. "Fuck me next, please!"

"You see that, ladies?" Bowers declared, eyes moving from cell to cell as he stroked his flaccid prick. "That's the kind of attitude I want to be seeing from the rest of you. As a matter of fact..." Bowers trailed off, and then his eyes went wide as if he had had some sort of brainstorm. "All of you, on your feet right now!" he stared angrily at the women in the cells, as most of them remained seated on their cots. "You think I'm fucking joking? Stand up right now, or so help me I'll make you regret it." He raised the varren prod in his hand, leaving his intentions quite clear.

Eventually, all of the women followed the command. From her spot on the floor, still getting screwed from behind by Roth, Samara watched as Shepard and Liara, Miranda and Oriana, Jack and Jenny, and Kasumi and Delaana all rose and stood obediently at the fronts of their cells.

"Now, then. Delaana here is showing the proper enthusiasm, as far as I'm concerned," Bowers announced to the women. "And I think all of you should be following her lead. So what I want you all to do right now is take those pretty little hands of yours, shove them right down between your legs, and start playing with your twats." When the women didn't move right away, Bowers glared angrily at them. "You bitches not hearing me? Or are you asking me to come in there and start jabbing this fucking thing into your tits instead?" he snarled, activating the varren prod and waving it in front of him along the row of cells. "Play with those pussies right now... chop chop!"

Slowly, reluctantly, each of the women eventually followed the order. Without a trace of enjoyment, each of them put their hands in their crotches and began rubbing at their slits. In some ways, watching all of this was more horrible to Samara than being raped by these monsters. She didn't mind being robbed of her own dignity if it meant sparing others from being debased, but being forced to watch as her friends and comrades were forced into these vulgar acts for the pleasure of their captors was almost too much for her to bear.

"Oh, that's it," Bowers said, and Samara was disgusted to see the human's under-sized prick start to throb and swell as he watched the women listlessly finger themselves. Except for Delaana, of course, who eagerly stroked herself while playing with one of her tits with her spare hand and moaning in unabashed lust. In contrast, Samara felt her heart ache as she saw the teenage student of Jack's fighting back the urge to cry as she played with her hairless twat. Seeing Jenny's distress, Jack rested a hand on her shoulder, while her other one was buried down in her crotch.

"Come on, where are your smiles, ladies?" Bowers said mockingly to the row of masturbating women. "Well, don't worry. If what the doc says is true... by the time he's done with you all, you're all gonna be so much happier. And those pussies of yours will be soaking wet just at the thought of getting pounded just like your justicar friend is right now. You all will be as horny as Delaana over here."

Just hearing Bowers say her name was apparently enough to send Delaana into a frenzy. "Oh... oh, Goddess," she moaned. Her cellmate Kasumi, numbly stroking herself just as her fellow captives were, turned just in time to see the horny asari rush at her, wrapping her arms around the human and locking her in a deep, wet kiss. As Kasumi struggled in vain against the powerful asari's grip, Delaana began humping her crotch against Kasumi, letting out low moans into Kasumi's lips as she got herself off against the only warm body currently available to her.

Bowers watched all of this with a crooked grin. "Now that..." he said to the other prisoners. "That is some good shit right now." The vulgar smile on his face got even wider as he had another of his filthy brainstorms. "Matter of fact... maybe all of you ladies should follow Delaana's lead as well. I want every one of you to turn to your cellmate and start making out with them." Bowers reached down to continue stroking his cock as he watched the women starting to reluctantly obey his orders. "Yeah, that's right. Show me just how horny you little bitches are."

Samara, with Roth's cock still pounding her from behind, watched the cells in dull horror. Shepard and Liara turned to each other and began kissing. Chastely at first, but with more intensity as Bowers urged them on. Jack and Jenny followed suit, Jack whispering comforting words to Jenny before gently starting to kiss her. Samara couldn't help but notice that Jenny's trembling stopped as soon as Jack's lips met hers. Whether it was Jack's words that had calmed her, or if the touch of her teacher's lips against Jenny's were more welcome than Samara might have guessed, Samara wasn't sure.

But the residents of one cell did not obey Bowers's orders. And not long after Samara noticed it, Bowers did as well, and his vulgar smile soon turned into a scowl.

"Maybe you didn't hear me," Bowers said, walking over to glare at Miranda and Oriana. "Or maybe you think the mood isn't quite right. Well, I'm afraid I ain't got any romantic music or warm candlelight for you two genetically perfect twats, so you're just gonna have to make do."

"No," Miranda said firmly, her stare unwavering as she crossed her arms.

Bowers raised up the prod in his hands. "Bitch, maybe you don't understand your circumstances here. Let me make it clear: the word 'no' left your vocabulary the second you set foot in that cell. I gave you an order, and you damn well better follow it if you know what's good for you."

"Miri, it's okay," Oriana said, grabbing her sister's wrist. "It doesn't mean anything. Just do what he says and..."

"No," Miranda said again, pulling her hand away from Oriana and keeping her attention focused on Bowers in front of her. "I'm not afraid of you. And you can threaten me however you want. But I'm not playing your games anymore."

By now, Roth had noticed the trouble brewing, and Samara was mildly relieved to feel him pull his cock out of her and get up on his feet. "Bitch thinks this is a game," he said snidely to Bowers. "Maybe you should show her how the rules to this game go."

"Show me how?" Miranda said, her voice filled with a surprising amount of confidence. "We're the important test subjects, remember? Can't have you ruining all of Dr. Henneman's important experiments, can we? You have nothing to threaten me with, you sick bastard."

"But that's where you're wrong," Bowers responded. "You stupid, snotty little bitch. See, me and the boys ain't allowed to fuck you. But the doc didn't say anything about... disciplining you. So here's how this works: either you lock lips with your cellmate, or I open up this cell, and I shove this..." he waved the varren prod for emphasis, "all the way up your pretty sister's twat and hit the trigger."

Miranda's confident stare wavered. "You... you can't do that," she said.

"When it comes to keeping you cunts in line... I can do whatever I want. Just as long as it doesn't involve sticking a dick inside you, that is. So what's it gonna be? You gonna play this game by my rules... or you gonna watch while your sister rides the lightning?"

"Miri, please," Oriana whispered. "Just do what he says."

Turning to her sister, Miranda shook her head. "Ori, I can't. I can't do that to you."

"It's okay," Oriana said. "If it keeps him from hurting us... I'll do whatever we have to..."

In the middle of the tense confrontation, the door to the testing area suddenly slid open.

"MEDI-GEL! SOMEBODY GET THE FUCKING MEDI-GEL!"

Bowers whirled to see Okoru shambling out of the back hallway into the cellblock. Pants down around his ankles, hand clutching the side of his neck, and blood gushing from between his fingers to stain the fabric of his Cerberus uniform.

"What the fuck?" Bowers exclaimed. Turning his attention away from the disobedient Lawsons, he rushed over to one of the cellblock walls and opened a cabinet containing emergency medical supplies.

Momentarily forgotten on the ground, Samara raised herself up on her knees and turned to the door behind her. As she spun, she could hear raucous laughter emanating from the hallway, and from out of the door soon came Yuri, dragging a cackling Aria by the arm. Blood dripped from Aria's mouth down onto her chin, and Samara understood.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Yuri screamed at the laughing asari. When she continued her insane laughter, Yuri activated the varren prod and jammed into Aria's side.

This brought a stop to the laughter from Aria, who winced as the powerful electrical device discharged into her. Once it was pulled away, however, she recovered her senses enough to spot Okoru, smearing medi-gel over the ragged wound in his neck. "Hey, baby!" she called out mockingly. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" No sooner had Aria finished her taunt than she started laughing again.

"You fucking bitch!" Yuri yelled at her, jabbing the varren prod into Aria again. But this time, even as the pain coursed through her body, Aria just kept laughing. The more Yuri prodded her, the louder she laughed.

Finally, Yuri gave up, shoving Aria in the direction of her cell. Glaring over at Roth, he snapped. "Get that justicar bitch back in her cell."

"But... I wasn't finish..." Roth started to say.

"NOW!" Yuri bellowed, and Roth quickly yanked Samara up off the floor and shoved her into the cell next to the wildly laughing Queen of Omega. Once they were both in, Yuri activated the forcefield on their cell.

"Hope I leave a scar on you, baby," Aria called out mockingly in between peals of laughter. "So you always remember what a great time you had with me!"

Looking over the deep gouge in Okoru's neck, Bowers struggled to speak over the loud sound of Aria's sadistic delight. "This wound's too deep. We're gonna have to take him to the medbay."

"This isn't over, bitch," Yuri said, pointing his varren prod at Aria. "This shit isn't over."

"Good," Aria said, her grin revealing Okoru's blood still staining her teeth. "I'm looking forward to the next time, baby. Maybe I'll get to leave my mark on you next!"

Yuri started to say more, but as Aria just started laughing again, he finally turned to help his comrades get Okoru out of the cellblock. Even after they were gone, Aria continued her insane laughter.

"What do you think you're doing?" Samara said, glaring at her cellmate until Aria's laughter finally tapered off. "What is doing something like that possibly going to accomplish?"

"You ever fuck a varren, justicar?" Aria snapped, the delight on her face immediately vanishing, replaced with a simmering fury.

Not expecting the question, Samara stared blankly at Aria for a moment before finally speaking. "I... no, of course not."

"Well, I haven't, either," Aria said. "And you know why I haven't?"

Samara stared at Aria. "Well, I can think of any number of reasons, scale itch being the least of..."

"You wouldn't fuck a varren, Samara, because a varren is a wild fucking animal," Aria cut her off. "It's just as likely to dig its claws into your stomach or rip your throat out with its fangs as it is to lay back and let you have your way with it. You can't predict what's gonna happen when you fuck a wild animal. But a docile little cow... now one of those you could fuck all you want and never get so much as a scratch. And that's what all of you worthless bitches have been up to this point: meek, weak little cows, just sitting around and waiting for those humans to come around and stick their dicks in your pretty little cow pussies. But if you would all grow back your goddamn spines and show these assholes that you're all a bunch of wild animals like me... then what do you think are the odds they're going to come sniffing around these cells again for tail? How likely is it that they're going to be pulling out their pricks around you again, if at any moment they're worried you're going to bite the damn thing off and take whatever punishment they give you with a smile?"

"We're not like you, Aria," Samara chided her. "These people have loved ones locked in with them. If they try to resist, our captors are likely to punish the people they care about in retaliation."

Aria rolled her eyes. "Well, that's their problem, isn't it? And when they're bent over and taking it up their cow asses, they can have all the warm and fuzzy feelings they want about how at least they're keeping their precious loved ones safe. But me... I don't care about any of you worthless, spineless cows. And those bastards can shock me, mutilate me, even kill me if they want. But I won't go down without a fight, and now each one of those pricks knows it." Wiping away at the blood on her chin, Aria giggled to herself. "Oh, you should have heard him scream when I got my teeth in. Was worth all the volts just to hear that scream."

Turning away from the giddy Aria, Samara lay back on her cot. Part of her wondered if perhaps Aria was right. If all of them shouldn't be fighting back against their captors with every last breath, even if their resistance would mean little more than petty victories like the one Aria had achieved.

But it wasn't even the fear of seeing Shepard or her other friends being abused in her place that really worried Samara. It was the thought of Delaana, turned from a stern and resistant captive into a willing plaything to these men, that truly troubled her.

If we all were to fight back... what if it wasn't pain and punishment that awaits us in the end? Samara thought to herself as she drifted off into a restless sleep. What if the true punishment is being given the same brain-washing treatment as Delaana?

And it was images of herself and Aria, dazed smiles on their faces as they happily played with themselves for their captors, that haunted Samara's dreams as she slept.
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