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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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When Liara saw the room she was being led into, there was a moment of panic. Her wide blue eyes darted around the laboratory, fearful for what horrible experiment was about to be performed on her.

But there was no sign of Henneman, or any other people in the room other than herself and Shepard's evil doppelganger. And Liara doubted that the clone was bringing her into the room to perform tests or do anything more than satisfy her perverted desires.

"Sorry about having to do this in here," the clone said, shutting the door and flashing a sultry smile at her prisoner. "My associate needed the other room to torment your cellmate. And we really don't want to have the mood ruined by listening to that pathetic copy scream and simper, do we?"

"No... I suppose not," Liara said, trying to keep the anguish off of her expression. It was horrific to think about, but part of her wanted to resign herself to the fact that this was her life from here on out. Watching her friends... the woman she loved being tortured and raped, while a lab-grown creation wearing the face of Shepard treated her like some kind of plaything. It might even make the whole thing easier, to accept that none of them were going to make it out of this alive, and that all she had to look forward to was one indignity after another until their captors had achieved their plans and disposed of their captives.

But still, foolish as it might have been, she held on to a scrap of hope. Shepard would find a way to save them all. And if not, than the Alliance or the Council would come for them eventually. Cerberus had been defeated before, even in the midst of their enemies being forced to divide attention between the human-centric terrorists and the massive death machines out to exterminate all organic life. Now, Cerberus was the lone threat in the galaxy. Liara had to believe that, despite the sorry state of the galaxy's military after being nearly broken by the Reapers, they would be able to muster enough strength to defeat Cerberus. And give the galaxy the peace it so desperately needed.

"I've got a surprise for you, Liara," the clone said, that smile on her face making Liara want to heave. She hadn't forgotten their last session: how the clone had toyed with and teased her, and despite herself Liara had found herself begging for the evil bitch to make her cum. She still couldn't believe how easily she had lost control of herself, just because this woman looked so much like Shepard. Even now, despite the hatred she felt for what the clone and her comrades had done to her and her fellow prisoners, the unmistakable look in the clone's eyes as she drank in Liara's naked body sent a pleasurable buzz through Liara.

"Something in that bag, I would wager to guess," Liara said, pointing to the gym bag the clone had been carrying when she and Brooks had arrived at the cell. What twisted sex toys does she have in there, I wonder? the thought entered Liara's mind, along with a large measure of dread. How is she planning to debase and humiliate me today?

"You guess correctly, babe," Shepard said. Walking over to one of Henneman's lab tables, she tossed the bag onto the gleaming metal surface. With a quick motion, the clone yanked open the zipper and, so fast that Liara wasn't able to catch it, pulled something out of the bag and put it behind her back. "Well, that's for me. But the rest is all for you."

Walking hesitantly over to the opened cloth bag, trying her best to hide the apprehension she was feeling, Liara glanced into the bag. And just as it had been when the clone had reached into the box full of sex toys and pulled out nothing more than a blindfold, Liara was surprised to find all of her worst nightmares completely overblown. "These... these are..."

"Some of your clothes, yes," the clone said, with one hand on her hip and the other still hiding behind her back. "Grabbed some of them out of Morgan's office just after we docked. Guess we're lucky she didn't use them to wipe off her cock after pounding that Spectre traitor's ass, huh?"

Ash, Liara thought to herself, wondering to herself what state her comrade was in. She had caught brief glimpses of Ash passing by her cell on the way to the testing rooms, each time looking dazed and sedate. Liara hoped that being the plaything of that hulking Cerberus Phantom hadn't completely broken her former comrade-in-arms. They had fought side-by-side for so long; Shepard was the only other one on this station who Liara had known for as long. The throught of the strong-willed, confident marine being reduced to some brain-dead, limp fucktoy for these bastards made her fight not to shudder in rage.

Putting the thought out of her mind, she focused back on the bag in front of her. "You... you want me to put this on?"

"Figured you'd want a change of pace from walking around naked all the time," the clone said with a casual shrug. "Of course, if you don't want them..."

"No, I do!" Liara quickly said. While she would feel slightly guilty about being clothed while all of her companions were still being forced to remain in the nude, the thought of finally regaining some semblance of her dignity was too much for her to pass up.

With the hand not hiding the mysterious object behind her back, the clone gestured towards a privacy screen at the back of the lab. "Go get changed back there. Then I'll let you know what's next."

The clone tried to make the words sound enticing, but hearing "what's next" just made Liara more suspicious of the clone's intentions. Regardless, she grabbed up the bag and walked across the room. A bit absurd to get more dressed behind a screen like this, she thought, but in truth she was actually glad that the clone wasn't able to leer at her as she donned her clothing. The feeling of the fabric against her skin felt strange and alien, after days... weeks?... how long had she been here... of wearing nothing but the biotic inhibitor around her neck.

"Man, if Henneman knew I had brought you back here," the clone's voice said from behind the screen, "I'd never hear the end of it. You may think all of Cerberus hates aliens, but him... he reaaaaallly hates them. Especially you asari for some reason."

Liara didn't doubt that. She still remembered the examination the human doctor had given her soon after they had been captured. He seemed reluctant to even touch her, doing so only when necessary and with a look of pure disgust on his face the whole while. "Why do you suppose that is?" Liara asked, as she fastened her bra and adjusted her breasts inside of the silky fabric."

"Got me. Maybe it was because he had to follow the orders of one for so long," the clone responded. "Did I ever tell you? Henneman was with Cerberus back in the old days. They had him undercover as part of Delaana's little merc team, back when they were hired on by the Shadow Broker. The Illusive Man's way of keeping tabs on the competition, I suppose."

"That must not have been easy for him, I imagine," Liara said, blandly making conversation as she pulled on the drab green pants the clone had retrieved for her. "Hating aliens so much and being forced to work alongside them."

"You got that fucking right," the clone responded with a wry chuckle. "Probably why the bastard was so eager to break ranks and join up with Maya to have their own try at fighting for humans. Of course, it wasn't all bad. The research that Henneman was doing for the Broker led to him coming up with some wonderful new drugs. Some shit that's going to make it all the more easier for the new Cerberus to succeed where the old one failed."

Liara shuddered in the middle of fastening up her shirt. Drugs... like the ones they used on Delaana. Henneman getting his revenge on her by turning her into a mindless sex-starved slut, she thought, as images of what Cerberus might do with such power in their hands flooded her mind.

"You nearly done in there?" she heard the clone ask, and quickly grabbed the simple lab coat the clone had provided her.

"Yes, all finished," Liara blurted out, as she fastened the last button and walked out from behind the screen. As she had been dressing, the clone had pulled up a chair, and Liara saw with a hint of dread that whatever she had grabbed out of the bag was no longer in her hands, as both were currently empty in her lap.

The clone arched an eyebrow as she saw Liara, fully dressed for the first time in what seemed like forever. "Very nice. Quite a change of pace from the outfits your people normally wear."

"I suppose so. I'm afraid most of my... racier outfits are back on the Citadel," Liara said, forcing a demure smile to her face. "In Shep... your apartment."

The clone gave a shrug. "Well, I suppose it will have to do. See... well, I suppose I should tell you."

"Tell me what, Shepard?" Liara asked.

"I didn't bring these clothes here for you to keep," the clone explained. "I brought them so that you could take them off... for me." She smirked and added, "After all, I got to pay a visit to Omega a while ago... but never got a chance to take in the sights at Afterlife. So how about you put on a show for me? Show me the moves your people are famous for."

Liara wanted to walk over and punch her right in the face. This is what she thinks of the asari, she internally fumed. All of our scientific advancements, works of art and culture that have lived down through centuries. Millennia of contributions to the galaxy... and all she can think of us as is a race of strippers.

"If that will make you happy, Shepard," Liara said, making herself smile as she started to remove the jacket she had put on less than a minute before.

"No, not like that," the clone stopped her. "Do it slowly. Wait, I know!" she stood up from her chair and walked over to a computer panel next to the wall. "Computer, access playlist 'Shepard's Songs to Kick Ass and Fuck Asses To,' track number 3."

On command, music began to play inside of the room. The clone turned around from the panel with a grin. "There, that's just what... huh? What's wrong? Don't like this music?"

"No, it's fine," Liara said, even as she felt her mind reeling. She knew the song that was playing. Knew it well as a matter of fact. She couldn't think of the band or title off the top of her head, but she knew the slow, bluesy number was by a band from 20th century Earth. And it was one of Shepard's... the real Shepard's favorite songs. She and Shepard had actually made love to it on more than one occasion, and the fact that it was the clone's choice for sultry stripping music both filled Liara's mind with revulsion, and piqued her scientific curiosity at the implications regarding the nature vs. nurture debate.

But the clone was staring at her expectantly, and so Liara put all of this out of her mind and began removing her jacket again. This time slowly, sliding her arms out of the sleeves as she moved her body in time to the music. As she tossed the garment to the floor in a crumpled heap, she gave the clone a flirty look. The clone responded with a nod of approval, and Liara turned her back as she continued her dance. Both to show the clone the roll of her hips as she shook her ass in time to the slow, seductive beat.. and to hide the look of anger on her face.

Just like before... I'm just a toy to her, Liara thought. Like a child's doll to dress up and strip down whenever she feels like it.

Liara knew it was wrong, but as she forced herself to perform for the Cerberus clone, she almost wished that the lab-grown woman would treat her like all of their other captors. Brutally use Liara for her pleasure and then toss her aside like a discarded rag. At least then she wouldn't have to hide her contempt for the sadistic bitch. At least she wouldn't have to smile in her face as the woman treated her like her plaything.

But she kept up the act, reaching down the waistband of her pants to slowly slide them down her thighs, and giving the clone a nice long look at the cheeks of her ass peeking out of the side of her black lace panties. She heard a raspy breath from behind her and felt some rueful satisfaction. At least I'm putting on a good show for her, she thought, as she turned around to face the clone.

Snaking her tongue out to lick her lips, Liara began rubbing her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. Despite her mental rejection of this whole situation, her body was acting on its own accord again; she could feel the light nubs of her stiffened nipples through the fabric of her shirt and sheer bra. With a bold flourish, Liara reached down and whipped off her shirt, leaving her clad in only her black lace underwear. How sad is it that after all this time, my current state of dress is still much more than I've become used to? she thought to herself, as she turned to the side and undulated her body, casting faked lustful glances at the clone.

"Mmm, you are an asari, after all," the clone remarked, her hands still in her lap as she watched. "Play with yourself, Liara. Get yourself nice and wet for me."

Complying with her orders, Liara slowly slid a hand across the blue scaly skin of her stomach and down underneath the waistband of her panties. It sickened her to realize that she had gotten slightly wet throughout the course of this forced performance, but nonetheless she began stroking at her twat, spreading her legs slightly so that the clone could get a good look at her fingers moving rapidly underneath the fabric.

The clone bit her lip, obviously enjoying the show. As Liara continued fingering herself, she expectantly waited for the clone to begin masturbating as well. But the clone's hands remained solidly placed in her lap, not even slightly budging as Liara continued dancing and rubbing at her clit.

"Mmm, tell me you want it, Liara," the clone said. "Tell me how much you want it."

"I want it, Shepard," Liara obediently responded. "I want you to make love to me, Shepard. I want you to touch me. To feel your skin against mine. I want..."

The clone let out a dismissive sound. "Not like that. We're not a pair of teenage schoolgirls exchanging love letters here, babe. Tell me to fuck you, Liara. Beg me to fuck you."

"Oh, yes, Shepard," Liara let out an overblown moan. As her one hand, now slick with her own arousal, continued busily playing with her pussy, she reached up the other to unhook her bra and let it tumble to the floor. With that done, she grabbed one of her bared breasts to stroke the mound of flesh and tease at the erect nipple.

"I want you to fuck me, Shepard," Liara breathed, giving the clone the sultriest look she could manage. "I need it. I need you to stick your fingers in my cunt and make me cum all over your hand. Goddess, I want to put my head between her legs and lick your pretty pink pussy until you spray all over my face."

Gasping and moaning, Liara put to use all of the most vulgar talk she had heard, from years of perusing the Shadow Broker's archives and the blackmail material within. "I want you to make me your asari whore, Shepard. Please let me, Shepard. Please let me see how far I can stick my tongue up your ass. I want you to use me. Make me your slave. I'll do anything you ask of me, just... please fuck me!"

"Shit, Liara. You make a compelling argument," the clone said. "I think you've earned my final surprise for the day." Finally pulling one of her hands away from her lap, she pointed across the room. "Turn around and face that lab table over there."

Liara complied, stepping over to where the clone pointed and moving into position. From where she stood, she could see a reflection of herself in a standing mirror on the far wall. Quite a sight indeed: the once-proud representative of the asari race, Dr. Liara T'Soni, nearly naked and glistening with sweat from the dancing and self-pleasure. She fought the urge to sneer at her own reflection, and that of the clone over her shoulder.

"I got to experience a lot of new things the last time you and I were together, Liara," the clone said. In the mirror, the clone moved out of sight, but Liara could still hear the voice that was so like Shepard's coming from over her shoulder. "Got to see and feel and taste so many aspects of the asari for the very first time. But there's something to be said for going back to the classics. And we haven't had a chance to do this again since back on the Normandy."

"Do wh..." Liara started to ask.

"Enough talking," the clone interrupted her. "Bend over the table, Liara." As Liara complied, wincing as she felt the cold metal against her tits, she saw the clone step back into view in the mirror. And fought the urge to let out a miserable groan as she realized what was coming.

"Computer, skip to track 8," the clone commanded, the slow seductive music being replaced with a cacophonic, raucous metal beat. "Perfect," the clone said, wearing a wide grin.

And from the image Liara saw in the mirror, that's just about all that the clone was wearing, having shed her Cerberus uniform to stand naked behind the bent-over Liara. Well, almost naked, aside for what she had been hiding with her hands before: the Sultana that she had inserted into her pussy while Liara was getting dressed. The fake cock jutted out lewdly from the clone's hips, as Shepard's doppleganger eyed Liara's bent-over backside, and the dampened crotch of her panties.

"Fuck, I missed doing this," the clone proclaimed, before stepping quickly forward and grabbing onto Liara's panties. With one rough tug, the last of Liara's briefly-acquired outfit fell in shreds to the floor. Liara only had time for one sharp intake of breath, before the clone's cock was inside her pussy and she was getting pounded to the beat of the loud metal music filling the room.
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