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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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She came to in a familiar spot, sitting in that horrible chair. But no straps holding her down this time. Apparently Henneman had been true to his word and strengthened the knockout gas in her cell. Jack could feel a sharp pain in her neck; Henneman must have already injected her and scampered before Jack had even woken up. Fucking pussy.

As she regained consciousness and rose to her feet, the horrible videos started up again. Screams and sobs, begging for mercy that was ignored as clothes were torn off and women were violated in every way imaginable. Looking down, Jack saw the disgusting sex toy locked around her hips again, and looking across the room she saw Jenny tied up and spread-eagle in the opposite chair. Jenny stared at Jack with those wide, terrified eyes. Just like the eyes of the women in the videos, as they got stuffed with more cock than they could possibly handle.

"Are you feeling it yet, Subject Zero?" Henneman's voice said over the PA system. "Do you feel that urge yet? There's no point in fighting. Give in to it. Surrender to your desires. Rape her, Subject Zero. Rape Jenny."

"Shut the fuck up," Jack responded to that twisted fucker's voice. She had intended to scream it, but by the time she gave voice to it, her words came out as a barely audible mutter. "Just stop it. It's not going to work, so stop wasting your fucking time."

"But it is going to work, Subject Zero," Henneman responded. "Even if it takes twenty tests... fifty tests... a hundred... eventually I will find the formula. And when I do... not only will you rape that lovely young redheaded student of yours, but you'll do it with a smile on your face. You'll enjoy violating her more than you have enjoyed anything else in your life."

"Fat fucking chance," Jack muttered. Looking away from the helpless Jenny, Jack stared at the cracked screen that she had pounded on during her first visit to this nightmarish room. She wanted to run over there and do it again, force Henneman to turn on the gas and end this fucking disgusting spectacle, but suddenly she just felt so numb and tired.

She told herself that it was because Henneman had increased the dosage on that knockout gas of his, but Jack worried that maybe it was something else. As she stared around at the violent images of rape around her, she realized that she wasn't feeling that same primal disgust she had before. No anger, no revulsion. Just... numb.

"I can read your vital signs from here, you know," Henneman said, his voice like ground glass being rubbed across her brain. "Your heartbeat, your blood pressure. Even your brain activity. And do you know what it's telling me, Subject Zero?"

Jack stared down at the floor, clenching her fists. "That you're a twisted fucking psychopath?" she asked softly.

"That I'm getting closer," Henneman said. "It's not going to take twenty tests for you to break, is it? I honestly doubt it's going to take more than five. It's so very close now, Subject Zero. So close to having the animal inside you finally be set free," The mad scientist let out a disappointed sound. "But, as you and I both know, it's not quite there yet."

The familiar gas nozzles shot out of the floor, and Jack welcomed the blissful unconsciousness that soon overtook her.

* * *

As he watched Bowers and Roth fetch the unconscious Jack and Jenny out of the testing room, Henneman spoke out loud, the listening devices in the room capturing every word for posterity.

"Test results for formulation #2 showing much better results," he said, looking at the vital sign information captured from Jack. He dictated the technical information displayed on his monitor, recording notes on every last bit of data. "Subject shows nearly no physical or mental revulsion towards images of sexual violence. But still need to reformulate, in order to break down subject's resistance. Make her take pleasure from thoughts once considered unthinkable. And once that is accomplished..."

His thoughts were interrupted by the door to Testing Room #3 opening behind him. "What is it, Bowers?" Henneman asked without looking. "And for the last time, no. You can't 'have a crack' at the humans."

"Mistaking me for Bowers?" said the familiar voice behind. "Come on, Doc, you know I'm much more of a man than him. And with much less stupid hair."

"End recording," Henneman said, as he turned to see Morgan standing at the door. Beside her, Ash stared down at the floor, obediently trailing behind her "mistress" as the two of them entered. "Ah, yes, Miss Lezayen," Henneman said, forcing a smile to his face. "I had almost forgotten about our appointment."

Morgan gave him an odd look. "Well, hopefully you haven't forgotten too much, doc. Like how to make my beautiful little bitch feel all better," she said. Turning to Ashley, she gave her a loud slap on the behind that made the naked woman jump in surprise. "Go on, bitch. Don't be shy. Let the doc take a good look at you."

Ashley looked uncertain, staring back at Morgan with a trace of nervousness on her face as she stepped in Henneman's direction. Nicely done, Lieutenant Commander Williams, Henneman thought to himself. Keep that act up.

"It's alright," he said softly to Ashley, beckoning her forward. "You can come here. You'll be back with your mistress before you know it." Turning his attention back to Morgan, he spoke seriously. "Would you mind waiting outside, Miss Lezayen? Doing my job is hard enough without you breathing down my neck the whole time."

"Come on, doc," Morgan said. "You've examined her in front of me before, and I wasn't being a pest then, was I?"

"No, but from the symptoms you have described, I believe your bitch might need a more thorough examination," Henneman said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. "I promise, she'll be in good hands with me. Just please give us some privacy."

Morgan looked reluctant, but finally she nodded. "Okay, doc. But if she comes out of this room with a single mark on her that I didn't give her myself... you're going to have a lot to answer for."

"I swear on my life, she will be returned to you in just as good a state, or even better, as she was when she arrived," Henneman said.

"I'll hold you to that, doc," Morgan said, with a hint of a threat in her tone. Finally, she turned around and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

With Morgan gone, Henneman allowed himself to relax. "Well, that's a relief," he said to Ashley with a smile. "Now, let's talk about our deal, Lieutenant Commander Williams. You have convinced Miss Lezayen to begin engaging in vaginal intercourse with you, yes?"

"Yes," Ash said with a nod. She stood rigid as Henneman crouched down in front of her, opening up her pussy with a speculum and examining her insides.

"Oh, yes," he said approvingly, as he saw the telltale signs of rough penetration all along Ash's vaginal walls. "She definitely has been making use of every part of you now, hasn't she?"

"Yes," Ash said again, her tone bland and emotionless.

"Well, not to worry," he said, as he rose back up to his feet. "Assuming the symptoms that Miss Lezayen described to me are accurate, I don't imagine you'll have to put up with her... appetites for much longer."

Stepping over to one of his worktables, he retrieved an empty syringe. "Now, I'll just need to run a few tests here. Just to be sure that you are definitely pregnant. But if my suspicions are correct, we can start talking about what comes next." Stepping back over to Ash, Henneman picked up her arm and felt for a vein. "Now, let's just confirm: Miss Lezayen said you were suffering from nausea and loss of appetite?"

"Yes," Ashley responded, not flinching as the needle found a vein and began drawing out blood. "Haven't felt hungry at all lately. Just feel like puking."

Henneman nodded, watching as the blood slowly drained into the syringe. "And frequent urination, Morgan also mentioned."

"Yeah, that's right," Ash said, as Henneman pulled out the needle. "Have to pee all the damn time."

Walking over to a worktable, Henneman deposited a small amount of Ash's blood into a glass vial. After inserting the vial into his testing equipment, he mentally worked on his story.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Miss Lezayen, he would tell her, but your bitch has come down with an extremely rare, extremely deadly blood condition. I'm afraid she's going to have to stay under my observation for the next few months, until I can determine if the disease can be cured or not. Morgan might fight him on it, but Henneman was relatively sure that giving her a choice of one of the other women in the cells for her new "bitch" would shut her up eventually. Even if Morgan did seem quite strongly attached to this one in particular...

"Don't worry about a thing," Henneman said, turning away from his machine to flash a smile at Ash. "If these tests come back the way I hope they will, you'll never have to deal with that horrible woman again."

"The mistress isn't hor..." Ash suddenly started to exclaim, causing Henneman to take a step back in surprise at the loudness of her voice. But just as quickly as she started to speak, Ash suddenly seemed calm again. "I mean... yes. I will be so happy to finally be away from the mis... Mo... Morgan." Ash spoke in a bland monotone until the last word, which came out of her mouth like it was taking all of her effort to force it out.

Henneman frowned. Something about this was off. It had been some time since he'd been alone with Ash, and the woman seemed completely different. He had had his suspicions back on the Normandy, seeing the way that Ashley had stared at Morgan like an overgrown puppy at its master. But now that he was back in the same room with her, those suspicions were only growing stronger.

His thoughts were interrupted by the beeping sound of the testing equipment behind him. Turning away from Ash, he glanced at the screen with a frown. hCG levels completely normal, he thought to himself. Absolutely no sign whatsoever that Lieutenant Commander Williams is pregnant. But all those symptoms that Morgan described, they were...

"Dammit," Henneman muttered under his breath.

"Something wrong?" Ashley asked him. In that same dull voice, not a trace of emotion.

"No, just need to run the test again," Henneman covered, hitting the activation button on the equipment again. "While it's running, let me go over a few more symptoms, just to be sure." He turned to Ash and forced a smile on his face. "Experiencing any dizziness? Fainting spells?"

"Yes," Ashley quickly agreed. "Just a few minutes ago, on the way here I almost keeled right over. Scared the mistr... Morgan half to death."

Henneman nodded. "Naturally. Experiencing any headaches? Migraines that last a few minutes before going away?"

"Yeah, definitely," Ashley answered. "Hurts like hell, but like you said, they go away after just a little bit."

"Interesting, interesting," Henneman said. "How about hallucinations? Strange lights at the corners of your vision, seeing things that aren't really there. Anything like that?"

Ashley quickly nodded. "Yeah, all the time. Thought I was going crazy at first, but sounds like it's only natural in my condition, right?"

"Yes, all very natural, Lieutenant Commander Williams," Henneman said, attempting to hide the contempt in his voice as Ash agreed with every last one of his fabricated symptoms without hesitation. He fought the urge to ask the brainwashed woman if she was suffering from leprous limbs falling off and spontaneous combustion next, because he was pretty certain she'd just say "yes" to those as well.

"I think these tests might take a bit longer than I anticipated, Lieutenant Commander Williams. Why don't you head out and rejoin Miss Lezayen?" Henneman suggested with as much faux cheer as he could muster. "Let her know that I'll be in touch soon, once I have more accurate results back regarding your... condition."

"I will," Ash responded, finally breaking from her monotone and showing genuine emotion. Not horror at the thought of being forced to rejoin Morgan. Not resignation to a cruel fate. But relief. Gratitude at being allowed to return to her beloved mistress

It was exactly as Henneman had feared.

As Ash quickly left the testing room and ran back to Morgan, Henneman returned to his testing equipment. Retrieving the vial of Ash's blood, Henneman dismissively tossed it into a biohazard bin. It, and its source, would serve no further purpose to him.

Lieutenant Commander Williams was no longer an option. Morgan had completely broken her.

Henneman was going to have to rely on another course of action. And if things went as planned, his options would be opening up very, very soon.
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