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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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"Hey! How much longer we got left?"

Devin fought the urge to shatter Walter's nose with the butt of his assault rifle. "Another thirty minutes, I told you. Next shift doesn't start until 0600."

"Ah, who the fuck decided to make minutes last so long?" Walter groused, gripping his own rifle tightly and stared back at the sealed door behind their backs. "Like to find that asshole and wring his stupid, slow-time-making neck!"

"Well, think of it this way: if minutes were shorter, we'd have to spend more of them standing and watching this door," Devin reasoned with his frustrated partner. "We'd be here another 100 minutes, maybe even 200. And that'd be 200 minutes too many of me having to listen to you bitching."

Walter shot him a simmering glare. "You know what I did before I signed on to this Cerberus racket? You know?"

Devin stared up at the ceiling. "Yes, I know. You've only told me twenty times before this. You were a smuggler."

"Not just any goddamn smuggler!" Walter snapped. "I was the best goddamn smuggler in the entire Omega Nebula. Not a single bastard out there could even catch a whiff of my ship before I was long gone. And I didn't work with a team, no damn way," Walter continued, not noticing Devin mouthing the words along with him, having heard them countless times already. "I did all by myself. Just me, my ship, and a cargo hold full of whatever needed to get from one place to another. I was absolutely un-goddamn-touchable."

"And yet... here you are," Devin countered.

A snarl on his face, Walter took one hand off of his weapon to hold an accusatory finger in the air. "It was that asari bitch Nesilia. She had to have been the one who ratted out my ship's signature to Brooks and her army of ninja psychos. And just because I didn't call her after that night on Omega. I swear, they better have given that asari cunt enough credits to have hidden far away from me. Because if I ever get off this damn station and find her... urgh."

Leaning against the wall beside the door, Walter stared up at the ceiling with blazing eyes. "Fuck it, but that's what I get for trusting anyone besides my own damn self. Brooks disables my ship and tells me my independent smuggling days are over. That I either work with her or I go down with the ship. Well, I ain't a fucking moron, so I say okay. Figure I'll just be doing smuggling for her now. But it ain't a just galaxy, is it? In a just galaxy I wouldn't be standing here next to your stupid ass, guarding a goddamn door into a goddamn ship that nobody on this goddamn station can even fly except one goddamn person."

"It's a good point, and one that I certainly don't dispute," Devin responded. "We certainly both seem to have ended up rather low on the pecking order of this new Cerberus."

"All because I wouldn't kiss the ass of that pansy Bowers," Walter sneerily griped. "Him and that stupid haircut of his. Guess if I was willing to bow and scrape for him, he'd let me get a piece of that fine pussy Brooks brought in." He stared over at Devin with a determined glare. "But I ain't nobody's whipping boy, you hear me? I may have been shanghaied into being a part of this group, but it doesn't mean I've lost my balls." Shifting his gaze away, Walter let out a frustrated grunt and added. "Some days... kinda wish I had, though. Because goddamn, I'm horny as fuck and there ain't no fucking tail to be had on this goddamn station."

Devin rolled his eyes. "You're just not looking hard enough. There's plenty of women on this station, not just the ones being paraded around the hallways naked."

"Yeah, real catches," Walter grumbled. "On the public side you've got a bunch of eggheads who turn their noses up the second you get within a hundred feet of them. And on our side, it's a choice between a bunch of ex-pirates and mercenaries with more bugs in their cooches than a goddamn rachni nest, and those psycho Phantoms who are just as likely to slice off your cock as ride on top of it. Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather devote myself to a life of celibacy like you have than try my luck with any of those scary bitches."

"I'm not..." Devin started to say, then changed his mind. "Never mind. How about we just keep quiet and focus on our duties? Maybe that will make the time go faster."

"Our duties, yeah," Walter sarcastically repeated. "Guarding a door that nobody on this entire station could ever possibly want to get through. A fine use of our abilities. Maybe after this, we'll be assigned to guard duties on the goddamn lavatories, and make sure nobody steals the urinal cakes from..."

For a blissful moment, Walter's voice was finally silenced. Both his and Devin's attention snapped to the door leading to the public section of the station as it quietly slid open. Once they saw who was approaching, a leering grin crossed Walter's face.

"Hey, guys, just need to check on a few things," Erin Crooks said, hand brushing the back of her neck as she stood in front of the two guards. "Routine maintenance stuff, you know how it is."

Devin glanced over at Walter, but his partner was too busy leering at the cute brown-haired pilot to notice. "We... uh... we didn't hear anything about this," Devin said to Erin. "Did Shepard or Brooks give you authorization?"

"Oh, come on," Erin said, exhaling sharply in annoyance. "Look, Cerberus entrusted the Normandy to me, okay? If something goes wrong with it, it's on my ass."

"And what a nice little ass it is," Walter muttered under his breath.

Devin shot a glare over to Walter. "Anyway... we were told not to let anyone onto the Normandy. Even you. And besides... where's your maintenance team? Don't think there's much you'd be able to do on that ship by yourself."

"Oh, I've got a team," Erin responded. Reaching up to the side of her head, she spoke into a comms unit. "Inania, come on in."

The door that Erin had entered through opened again, letting in the familiar sight of one of the station's AIU units. Followed just behind by two more, their movements creepily synchronized as they turned to walk over and stand at attention behind Erin.

"Ready to assist, Miss Crooks," the AIU in the front said, in that cheerily synthesized voice that never failed to creep Devin out.

"Three AIUs?" Devin asked Erin.

Erin shrugged. "Like you said: can't do maintenance on the Normandy by myself, can I?"

"Tech folks aren't going to be happy that you're requisitioning three of those things at once, you know," Devin said. "And even so... we still haven't gotten word that you're authorized. Until we have that, you're not setting foot through that door."

Looking frustrated, Erin crossed her arms and leaned back on her heels. "Come on, guys. I really need to get onto that ship, and I don't have time to waste going through the official channels. Cut me a break, okay?"

"I tell you what, sweetheart," Walter chimed in, walking over from his side of the door and gawking up and down Erin's body. "You do one thing for me, and I'll let you through that door." Slinging his assault rifle over his shoulder, he reached down to unfasten his Cerberus uniform pants, and retrieve his manhood from his pants. "You get down on your knees and wrap your lips around this baby," he said, wigging his erect five-inch monster for emphasis, "and I'll let you go wherever you want."

"Ugh, really?" Erin said, taking a step away from Walter and his naked wang. "God, you think that..."

"Pardon me, Miss Crooks," said Inania, stepping around the female pilot and standing between her and Walter. "But I have been programmed to assist you in all matters. And if gaining access to the Normandy requires an act of oral sex, than I would be happy to facilitate."

Walter watched with wide eyes as the shapely female robot lowered herself down to her knees in front of him. "Whoa, wait a second, now," he said. "I ain't into that robosexual shit. I was hoping for..."

The Cerberus guard's next words were cut off with a shuddering gasp, as Inania leaned forward and took Walter's prick into her mouth. As Devin watched, Walter's eyes went as wide as saucers, his mouth gaping open as his cock vanished between the robot woman's lips. A buzzing, whirring sound soon emanated from Walter's groin level, and Walter's jaw soon bobbed up and down like a fish gasping for air above water.

"Walter?" Devin tentatively asked. "Hey, you okay?"

"It's... holy shit, man, it's... hoooooooo..." Walter's words soon degenerated to babbling and moaning. Devin supposed that his partner was enjoying whatever Inania was doing with her mouth down there, but something about the muffled noises he was hearing from the robot's head put him ill at ease with the whole situation.

"Oh, fuck, here it comes," Walter gasped after several minutes with his cock in Inania's mouth. "Shit, it's... it's... uhhhhhh!"

Devin could have lived his whole life without seeing Walter's face at the moment of climax, and he suspected that the image would be a recurring feature of his nightmares in the coming months. The former smuggler's features crinkled up like a dirty candy wrapper, and looking down Devin could see Inania's throat pulsing as she swallowed down Walter's cum. Swallowed it where? Devin couldn't help but think. Do these things even have stomachs?

"Okay, that's... that's enough," Walter gasped, reaching down to pat Inania on the top of her metallic head. "You did... oh, fuck me... what the fuck are you... shit, I'm going again!" Gritting his teeth, Walter gave Devin another look at his "oh" face as his cock throbbed inside of Inania's mouth again. After almost a minute of grunting and hip-thrusting, Walter recovered himself enough to speak again. "Damn, never gone twice in one... one... hooooollllyyy shiiiittttt!"

Devin shot a nervous glance at Erin, as Walter came for a third time in Inania's sucking and apparently very skilled mouth. Much as Devin was, Erin simply watched the horrible carnal scene unfold with a nervous, slightly queasy expression. Neither of them were sure if they should intervene in this... affair, and from the way Walter was now attempting to push Inania away from his groin, only for her to remain solidly in place with her lips around his manhood, it wasn't entirely certain that either of them could do anything.

"No more..." Walter groaned, unable to extricate himself from Inania's mouth. "Not again. Please, not ag... shit, again!" he crinkled his brow and let out a strangled cry, as against all of what Devin knew about human anatomy, his cock sent a fourth load down Inania's robotic throat. Finally, mercifully, Inania released her mouth from Walter, and the shuddering Cerberus guard stumbled back, collapsing with his back against the wall.

Getting up from her knees and already turning away from the stunned Walter, Inania took a moment to run a finger along her lip, wiping up a drop of Walter's jizz that had escaped from her mouth. Turning to Devin, she smiled. "If you would like, I would be happy to service you as well."

"No!" Devin quickly exclaimed. Stepping to the side, he inputted the code to open up the gangway leading to the Normandy. "Just go do whatever it is you need to do in there. And make it quick, okay?"

"Your assistance is much appreciated," Inania said, before turning her attention to Erin. "Follow me, Miss Crooks. I will need your assistance in performing these repairs."

"Right behind you," Erin said, glancing quickly at Devin with an apologetic look before following the AIU down the long hallway to the Normandy's main hatch. Following behind her were the two other AIU units. For a brief moment, Devin caught the eye of one of them, and despite knowing that it wasn't possible, he thought he saw something there. A hint of... amusement? No... no, it couldn't be.

Once they were all gone, and the door to the Normandy gangway closed behind them, Devin rushed over to Walter. He glanced for a second at his cock, the red, swollen thing looking like an sad little shrimp, before crouching down beside his partner.

"Hey! Hey, Walter, you okay?" Devin asked. He could hear Walter muttering something, and leaned in close.

"...behind... behind the third..." Walter mumbled, his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling.

"What? What are you saying, Walter?" Devin asked, leaning in closer.

"...behind the third hole is my milking machine..." Walter babbled. "...and it doesn't let go until it gets fifty gallons..."
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