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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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"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Inania," Erin said, as she stepped through the Normandy airlock onto the deck of the ship. "If one of those guys reports back to Brooks or her partner... maybe we should have gone through official channels for this."

EDI directed one of the AIU units under her control to face Erin and speak in the most reassuring tone she was programmed to deploy. "There is no need for concern, Miss Crooks. Once your superior officers see the results of my improvements to the Normandy's performance, I'm am sure they will find no reason to complain."

"Well, maybe, but... wait," Erin said, looking at Inania suspiciously. "Who said anything about 'improvements'? You said we were just coming here to correct a few minor errors. You didn't say anything about..."

"An error in my syntax file. I apologize for any confusion," EDI said, directing the speaking AIU to give Erin a friendly smile. "Yes, just some minor calibrations to make to the ship. But the results will certainly impress your superiors, I can assure you."

"Okay, fine," Erin said. "So where do we start? What do you need me to do? Run an engine diagnostic or check the fuel intake readings? Maybe we should..."

EDI interrupted her again. "Your assistance will not be required, Miss Crooks," she said. "The work I intend to complete here on the Normandy can be ably handled by just two sets of hands."

"Two sets?" Erin said, glancing around the AIU in front of her to look at the other two who had accompanied them. "Then why did you..."

One more interruption, this time by EDI directing the front AIU to grab Erin's head and lock her in an open-mouthed kiss. She snaked the unit's tongue into Erin's mouth, feeding her more of the inhibition-reducing chemical compound that the AIUs had all been equipped with. By the time she pulled away, Erin was already gasping for air and looking quite flush.

"Two sets of hands," EDI said, as she directed Erin backwards into the cockpit, "because the third set will be busy... thanking you for giving me access to the ship."

"Oh, Inania," Erin gasped, as the door to the cockpit slid shut behind them. Through the thick metal, her voice could still be heard. "What are you... you... ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck yes!"

With Erin occupied, EDI directed the two other AIU units to begin a thorough inspection of her former body, and determine just how much time and work it would take to restore her to full functionality.

* * *

"Oh, Inania," Erin breathed, slouching back in her pilot's chair and unfastening the belt of her uniform. "If this is what I have to look forward to the next time Cerberus sends the Normandy out on another long voyage... I'll be the happiest pilot in the galaxy."

"I will be happy to provide you with pleasure, Miss Crooks. For however many days my service is required," EDI said, directing the AIU unit to tug Erin's pants down her thighs, revealing her already-sodden panties underneath. The AIU's olfactory sensors easily detected Erin's high state of arousal, if that wasn't already obvious from the way Erin bit her lip and squirmed in her seat.

"Mmm, days... weeks... oh, I could go for months in this goddamn cockpit if it meant having you in here making me cum over and over again..." Erin said. She let out a moan as EDI slid aside the crotch of her panties, revealing her dripping-wet snatch. "Oh, that's it. Do it to me, Inania. You're making me so wet. Make my pussy cum. Make me... aahhh!"

Erin let out a gasp as the AIU unit's tongue hit her clit, the rapidly-vibrating synthetic organ stimulating her in a way no human tongue could ever manage. "So fucking good," Erin moaned, whipping off her uniform top in order to play with her breasts through the sheer fabric of her bra. "Lick me, Inania. Lick my wet pussy. I want you to make me cum."

As EDI directed the AIU to deliver oral stimulation to Erin, she noticed the strangest anomaly in her programming. She had initiated this sexual relationship with the Cerberus pilot in order to gain access to the Normandy and its functions. But the sound of Erin's heated moans, the feel of her thighs against the AIU's head, the drip of her juices against its tongue were having a peculiar effect on EDI. She felt a compulsion, a strong desire to stimulate Erin into a state of orgasmic pleasure, not just because it would cover up her attempts to regain control of the Normandy, but because she wanted to hear the sounds Erin made at the moment of her climax.

There was no other word to explain it. After some analysis, EDI came to the unmistakable conclusion that she enjoyed having sex with this woman.

* * *

While this was happening, EDI was also directing the other AIUs to examine the Normandy. And unlike the revelation she had had regarding her copulation with Miss Crooks, this discovery was not nearly as pleasant.

As she had feared, the Alliance engineers had, after EDI's apparent death, rewired the entire Normandy to put all of her former functions under human control. Repairing all of her former functionality and taking back control of the Normandy would not only require days of rewiring and rerouting of major ship commands, but would require access rights to the Normandy's assembly protocols.

Unfortunately, the access codes that the clone of Shepard had given to Erin, and that Erin had given to Inania and (unknowingly) to EDI, had already reached an automatic expiration date, and no longer functioned. Even if EDI acquired another set of codes somehow, there was no way that she would be able to complete her repairs to the Normandy's systems before they expired again.

She needed something more. Backdoor access to the Normandy's systems without an expiration date. EDI filed away the problem for now, deciding to concentrate her runtimes on the physical repairs that would be needed.

And on the other task her runtimes were currently engaged in.

* * *

"Oh, my God," Erin breathed. She was currently bent over the command console, her soaking panties crumpled around her ankles and her ass up in the air.

All the better for EDI to thrust the impossibly long tongue of the AIU unit up into Erin's asshole, while her fingers reached around to vibrate against the human's sensitive clit.

"This is so... so dirty," Erin gasped, breathing heavily as the AIU's tongue probed the inside of her rear passage, teasing the sensitive inner walls of her anus. "So nasty... but it feels so good. Don't stop, Inania!" Erin moaned, reaching back to spread her asscheeks and give her robotic lover better access. "Oh, fuck, keep eating my ass... you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard..."

EDI was more than happy to comply.

* * *

As one AIU snaked its tongue up inside of Erin's anal cavity, EDI directed another one to crawl on its hands and knees down into the conduits of the Normandy. Even if she wouldn't have the access to correct the damage to the Normandy's computer systems, she could at least begin the work of shunting physical power and control systems into the AI power core.

EDI moved the AIU down the narrow passage quickly, stopping every so often to have it pry open a power conduit and begin rapidly rewiring the electrical systems within. It was a slow task, even with the amplified speed of the robotic unit, and all of it would be for naught if EDI wasn't able to get backdoor access to the Normandy's higher functions.

At the fourth conduit that it reached, the AIU pried open the control panel, and its optical sensors caught sight of an unexpected object.

"Hmm. What have we here?" EDI spoke through the AIU's mouth, as she reached down into the conduit and pulled out...

* * *

"Hmm. What have we here?" the AIU said, as Erin sat back down in her chair and spread her legs over the arms to reveal her dripping, needy cunt.

"Don't tease me, Inania," Erin begged, reaching down to rub at her slit as she stared at Inania with heavy-lidded, desperate eyes. "Get that... that thing of yours out and use it on me... now!"

"Thing?" EDI responded, directing the processing power of her runtimes back to the carnal scene in the cockpit. "I am afraid I do understand the nature of your request, Miss Crooks."

EDI did understand, of course, but she again felt that weird stimuli in her AI matrix. If she didn't know any better, she believed she might be getting enjoyment out of making Erin beg.

"Oh, God..." Erin squealed, playing with herself frantically as she stared with pleading eyes at her robot sex companion. "Your cock, Inania!" Erin moaned desperately. "Fuck me with your cock! I need you inside me right fucking now! Please, please fuck me!"

"Ah, your request is much clearer now, Miss Crooks," EDI responded, as the AIU's groin reformed and shaped itself into a massive, pulsing cock and balls. "And this unit will be happy to comply with your command."

* * *

It was a datapad. EDI directed the AIU unit to activate it, and the first thing her optical sensors picked up was the date: September 2, 2186. EDI cross-referenced the date with the historical records in the Normandy's banks (thankfully, there were no access restrictions on those) and computed that it was shortly before the Reapers had invaded Earth. Curious, she had the AIU activate the datapad, revealing one single audio log.

This is Specialist Samantha Traynor, Alliance R&D, reporting on the status of the retro-fitting of the Cerberus vessel dubbed "Normandy SR-2." We're nearly finished with converting this vessel over to Alliance specs. The job actually proved to be easier than we imagined... which is disconcerting to say the least. I know that a lot of Cerberus's people are former Alliance, but still... the fact that they were able to recreate so many of our specs is not something I want to think about. Just hope they didn't hide any more clever booby-traps around here. Still jumpy after that flashbang went off a few days ago.

Samantha Traynor. EDI ran the name through her memory banks, cross-referencing with all the Normandy surveillance data she had transferred over before losing access. Soon enough, she had her answer, looking at an image of the human female of likely-Indian descent who had been captured along with Kasumi Goto and the rest of the women. So this woman had worked on the Normandy before, it seems, EDI ruminated to herself.

The audio log continued. But, aside from the occasional attempt to kill us and all the overtime they're asking us to put in to get this vessel ready, things are going pretty well. Thanks in no small part to the wonderful VI that Shepard had installed on this vessel. EDI, are you there?

EDI was mildly surprised to hear her own voice on the audio log. Of course, Specialist Traynor. I am always here.

Of course you are, EDI. I just like to hear your voice. How are things going with the I/O buffer calibrations?

Unfortunately, the work had to be put on hold for the moment.

On hold, EDI? Why is that?

I am afraid I do not have administrator access rights to the I/O buffer matrix. Without those rights, I am unable to perform the necessary calibrations.

Come on, EDI. Didn't we already go over this? Just use that backdoor access tool I installed into your computational matrix.

Specialist Traynor, I would like to remind you that use of such software is strictly forbidden under Alliance regulations, article...

Yes, yes, EDI. And I know you'll be a good girl and keep it a secret, right? Look, it's either use the backdoor, or wait a week for us to get access rights approved from the brass. Rights we know that they would grant us anyway, so what's the point in waiting?

I can see your logic, Specialist Traynor. Running "STBackdoor" protocol now.

That's my girl. And while that's working... you think you could run a diagnostic on the QEC comms status?

Specialist Traynor, you have run that report three times already today.

I know. Just... just to make sure. And please report back all results in real-time, okay?

I have stored your instructions from the previous three occurrences, yes. Beginning report now. Establishing link to Vancouver Central Command. Accessing... Accessing... Test link established. Communications at 99.999254 efficiency. Quantum phase shift and Bell coefficient at nominal levels. Test complete. Establishing link to...

Mmm. Ohh...

Specialist Traynor, are you feeling well?

What? Fine... I'm fine, EDI! Why are you asking me that?

The noises that you were making before seemed to indicate that you were in some form of distress.

You... uh... you need to check your programming, EDI. I'm fine. Just... just keep going with that report. And don't stop again unless I tell you to.

Understood, Miss Traynor. Do you wish me to start again from the beginning?

Yes, please.

Very well. Establishing link to Vancouver Central Command. Accessing...

Oh, yes. Access that QEC, EDI. You dirty girl, you. Mmm... God, what I wouldn't give to pin that voice against the wall and run my tongue along its collarbone until it...

In the midst of the strange conversation, a third voice, distinctly male, was suddenly heard. Hey, Sam, you seen my omni-wrench around? Haven't...

Aaah! EDI heard Traynor cry out on the datapad, followed by a loud clattering sound. When the voices started up again, they were suddenly heavily muffled.

Oh, jeez. Sorry, Sam. Did I startle you?

Yes! You did! God, Barnes, you do remember what happened with that flashbang, right? You can't just... just... come barging in here right when we're in the middle of... something!

Sorry, sorry, I just... wait, "we"? But you're the only one in here, Sam.

I meant... when I said "we," I was just... look, your omni-wrench isn't in here, okay! So just... go look someplace else!

Jeez, okay!

The recording caught the sound of Barnes leaving the room, followed by Traynor quietly cursing. Dammit, right in the middle of... oh, shit! Where did that datapad go? The recording went quiet for a bit, followed by the sound of Traynor's strained voice. "Dammit. Fell down into the... can't quite reach it.</i>

Specialist Traynor? Did you want me to continue the QEC report?

No... no, that's alright. I'm afraid the mood has been killed.

Mood? Is there a particular mood humans need to be in to run QEC communication reports?

Most humans? No. Me? I'm afraid so. And besides, now I have to go find another datapad anyway. Just hope nobody ever finds... that one.

The sound of a door opening and closing, and then silence until the audio recorder in the datapad automatically shut down due to inactivity.

Samantha Traynor. Based on what EDI had heard in the datapad, this human might have the ability to get her past the access restrictions she was dealing with. But now, there was just the matter of finding a way to get to her.

* * *

Meanwhile, in the cockpit, Erin threw her head back and let out a delighted squeal, as the AIU's robo-cock thrust inside of her. "Oh, that's it," Erin cooed, shifting her hips to give EDI a better angle to fuck her from the robot's kneeling position in front of Erin's pilot chair. "Harder, Inania! Make me feel that cock inside me!"

"Your wish is my command, Miss Crooks," EDI responded, increasing the rhythm of her thrusts into Erin's pussy by a factor of 1.42, the size of her cock by 1.26, and the speed of its vibration by 2.31. As she forcefully pounded the panting, sweaty pilot's dripping snatch, the sensors in the AIU's phallic unit delivered back readings on the increases in Erin's body temperature and nerve stimulation.

As EDI processed the rise in the readings, she felt that strange sense of satisfaction again. That feeling of enjoying the act of intercourse with this human woman. It felt oddly familiar, this revelation she was having that her programming allowed her to prefer certain stimulations to others. As if it was a realization she had already come to before, once long ago in the experiences still locked deep inside of her memory banks.

All EDI knew was that, comparing the sound of Erin moaning and begging to be fucked to the terrified cries of the women who had been held captive and forced into sexual intercourse, she vastly preferred the former. Almost as much as she enjoyed the feeling of Erin's vaginal juices coating her thrusting cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Erin chanted, as she brought her legs around behind the AIU to wrap them around her hips and hold the thrusting robot in place. "Oh, fuck, I want... I want..."

"Tell me, Miss Crooks," EDI said. "Tell me what you want, and I will do everything in my power to grant your request."

Bringing her hand up to her face, Erin grinned and lightly bit the tip of her index finger. At the sight of the quite erotic display, EDI immediately stored an image of the naked, flushed woman for further... inspection at a later time.

"I think..." Erin started to say, a moment of doubt before her grin widened and she decided to go for it. "I think I want you in my ass, Inania. Every last inch of you... balls-deep in my ass."

* * *

In order to get to Traynor, EDI would need to get access to the restricted area of Adamanthea Station. A task easier theorized than accomplished.

Since their arrival at the Cerberus facility, EDI had used her connection with the Inania unit to take control over every single one of the AIUs in the public section. But from what she could glean from accessing the computer records on that side of the station, AIUs in the public section were kept completely separated from the ones that operated in the restricted area.

EDI understood the reasoning, and had to give Cerberus credit for the tight security. Considering what she had seen during their voyage back to this station, the depraved things that had been done to Shepard and the rest of the captives, EDI had little doubt that similar actions were currently taking place in the restricted area. And if even a hint of those actions was carried over into the public area, even a single image left in place in an AIU's memory storage that was accessed by one of the unsuspecting scientists in the public area, it would bring Cerberus's whole plan crashing down.

So she would need to find a way to access the AIUs in the restricted area. And as she studied a schematic of the public sector, her attention focused on one room in particular. With a little more research into Cerberus protocols, she knew she had her answer.

* * *

"Oh, yes," Erin cried out for, according to EDI's calculations, the 36th time since they had entered the Normandy cockpit that day. She was down on her knees on the cockpit floor now, leaning forward onto the seat of her chair and presenting her ass for the AIU to split wide open with its massive cock.

Not as massive, though. Out of concern for her human sex partner, EDI had instructed the AIU to shrink down its cock slightly, before coating it with the unit's lubrication gel and inserting it deep into Erin's backside. But as EDI had introduced Erin to her first anal sex experience, and the pilot had responded with moans and squeals, EDI gradually began increasing the size of the cock back to its former girth. As it swelled inside of Erin's anal passage, the pilot responded not with cries of pain, but even more cries of pure pleasure. Despite starting with slow, cautious thrusts, soon EDI had the AIU pounding a steady rhythm against Erin's ass, the flesh of her backside rippling and bouncing with each rough thrust.

"So good," Erin gasped, reaching a hand back between her legs to rub herself as the AIU's cock mercilessly pounded her ass. "Feels so good... your cock in my ass is so big... so thick... fuck me, Inania! Gape my ass wide open with that big fucking cock! Make me your anal whore! You're gonna make me... me... oh, shit..."

Sensing Erin's impending climax, and knowing how humans enjoyed the concept of simultaneous orgasm, EDI directed the AIU to begin expelling its synthetic seed deep into Erin's bowels. The feeling of the warm fluid spilling inside of her sent Erin over the edge, and she cried out in sheer ecstasy as her pussy gushed and her anus clenched around the AIU's thick synthetic cock, still pulsing and filling her insides with warm, sticky goo.

"Fu... fuck," Erin breathed, gasping for breath as she recovered from her mind-shattering climax. Pulling the AIU's cock out of Erin's ass, EDI watched as the synthetic cum spilled out of Erin's twitching asshole and left a sticky trail down her thighs. Almost unconsciously, she found herself storing another still image of this moment to enjoy later.

"I hope I was able to perform to your satisfaction, Miss Crooks," EDI had the AIU say, while it stood up and retracted its synthetic cock. "Please let me know when you wish me to perform intercourse with you again."

Turning around and sitting her bare ass down on the floor, Erin let out a laugh. "Inania, I gotta tell you... you may be one hell of a lay, but you really gotta work on that pillow talk."

"Perhaps you are correct, Miss Crooks," EDI said, having the AIU extend a hand to help the quivering, spent woman up. As she pulled Erin up off the floor and onto her feet, she moved in close and whispered in her ear. "I quite enjoyed fucking you, Erin. Let me know when you want me to shove my cock in your ass again, and I'll fill you so full of cum it'll be dribbling out your ears."

"That's..." Erin breathed. "That's better, yeah. But it might be a little bit before I need you to... to do that again. Think I'm going be sore for a good long while. Did you... get your repairs done?"

"Some of them, yes," EDI said, as she helpfully grabbed articles of Erin's clothing off the floor and handed them to the sweaty pilot. "There is still work to be done, but I need to run several reports first before I will be able to proceed. For now, I believe I have done all I can on the Normandy for today."

Erin nodded as she fastened her bra. "That's good. We should probably be getting back before someone starts looking for me. Or those AIU units you commandeered."

"Yes, of course," EDI responded, even as she reached out with her access to the remaining AIUs on the station. After studying their orders and protocols, she chose one specific unit that would be perfect for the next phase of her plan.

The only factor after that would be timing.
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