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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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Shepard felt like she was being set on fire with every time Brooks hit the switch. As the device pumped electricity through her nerves, her aching body shook and quivered in the restraints. After every jolt from the machine, she told herself that it wouldn't hurt as much the next time. That eventually, she would get used to the miserable sensations the wires sent coursing through her.

And every time, she was wrong. The only thing that kept her from giving up entirely, and consigning one of her fellow prisoners to such painful treatment, was the Cum.

That was how Shepard thought of it in her head now. Not just a garden-variety climax, but the fabled Cum. Capital "C," spelled out in giant letters big enough to rival the most gargantuan of Reapers. The Cum would make it all worth it. When Brooks finally shut off that damn orgasm suppression device of hers at the end of the two hours, and Shepard felt the Cum hit her... fuck, how good was that going to feel? Not only was Shepard sure that the Cum would be one of the most mind-blowingly intense orgasms she had ever experienced, but mixed with it would be the triumph of knowing that she had beaten Brooks. Withstood her test and shown her that she couldn't be beaten.

Brooks turned off the switch on the electric torture device, and Shepard let out a raspy, shuddering breath as the pain abated. Leaving only the sensation of the powerful vibrator against her clit, keeping her right on the brink of the Cum. Reminding her of the reward she would receive once all of this misery was over.

In the back of her head, though, there was still that doubt. That suspicion that, just like the last time Brooks had teased her with the promise of release after hours of sexual torture, Brooks would ultimately deny her the Cum. Send her back to her cell quivering and miserable, with the device on her head still active and keeping her from playing with herself and triggering the Cum on her own.

But something told Shepard that this time would be different. It wasn't that she believed Brooks's promise that she would tell the solemn truth from this point on; Shepard trusted that as much as she trusted anything these Cerberus scumbags told her. But she thought about what would happen if Brooks went back on her word to let Shepard cum a second time: Shepard would never buy into any of her perverted sex games again. She would have no reason to ever trust that Brooks would follow through on her "rewards" for Shepard's cooperation. And Shepard suspected that Brooks knew this as well. That the Cerberus leader wouldn't be able to get away with dangling that carrot in front of the donkey's nose forever, if the donkey eventually realized that it was never going to get a bite.

Maybe it was just self-delusion, and Brooks would fuck her over yet again. But for now, if she had any hope of withstanding this torture, Shepard had to believe that there was something to look forward to at the end of it. Which is why the Cum grew more and more important with each passing minute. To the point where she would be willing to suffer through anything Brooks threw at her, just for a few seconds of the Cum.

"You enjoying yourself, babe?" Brooks quipped, a cocky smirk on her face as she stared at Shepard's naked, sweaty body hanging limply from her restraints. "Doesn't look like it from here. You regretting not taking my deal from before yet? Just think how nice it would have felt to be laying on your cot, while that evil bitch Aria was taking this torture instead. You can still change your mind, you know. Just say the word, and this will all be over." Brooks watched Shepard expectantly, waiting for her capitulation, but Shepard simply stared back, eye stone-cold. With a shrug, Brooks hit the switch on the electric device again.

Shepard had barely recovered from the last shock, and was unable to keep herself from crying out as the current hit her again. The Cum will make it all worth it, Shepard thought feverishly in her head, focusing on the sensations between her legs just as she had before. Anything to distract herself from the pain. The Cum will feel so goddamn good. Just stick through it a little while longer, and you'll get the Cum in return.

By the time Brooks finally deactivated the device, Shepard was panting for breath. "Fuck, the sound of your suffering... do you know how hot that is?" Brooks said. "Part of me hopes you really do make it through the whole two hours, Shepard. Because if I get to hear your voice crying out in pain for all of that time... mmm, that'll be two hours well spent." Shifting around in her comfortable chair, Brooks suddenly jumped to her feet. "Sorry, I can't take this goddamn uniform anymore. And since it looks like we might be here a while longer... give me a moment to make myself comfortable."

Giving Shepard a sultry look, Brooks reached for the zipper of her Cerberus uniform. Unfastening her shirt, she casually tossed it down to the ground, revealing her black lacy bra underneath. That soon joined the shirt, Brooks's dark breasts spilling out as the Cerberus leader casually disrobed.

Shepard still remembered the first time she had gotten a glimpse of Brooks's body: while the woman was still undercover as an Alliance representative, Shepard couldn't help but sneak a peek at her curves after she had gotten dressed up in that slinky evening gown. Shepard loved Liara with all of her heart, but that didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate another woman's beauty when it was right in front of her.

But after all the mistreatment she had received at the hands of this psychotic woman, on the Normandy and in the bowels of this station, Shepard felt nothing but disgust as she watched Brooks continue to disrobe. By the time she was done, Brooks was wearing nothing but a skimpy black thong, her nearly-naked ass bouncing side-to-side as she turned her back on Shepard and strutted over to the chest full of sex toys. After bending over and digging around inside, she finally found the object of her search: a fairly normal-looking vibrator, smooth and phallic and nothing like the industrial-strength model currently buzzing between Shepard's legs.

"You may not believe this, Shepard," Brooks said, her voice cheerily conversational as she stepped back to her chair, "but I wasn't always this... open-minded. For most of my life, sex was pretty much the last thing on my mind." Sitting back down, Brooks flung one of her legs over the arm of her chair, putting the crotch of her panties on full display. "Sure, there was that fling I had with Kelly back before I parted ways with the first Cerberus, but looking back on that... what a horribly bland experience. All the giggling and cuddling and... consent. Ugh. Pathetic. No, I've definitely changed since then, and indisputably for the better."

Reaching down, Brooks gently pulled aside the sheer fabric covering her twat. With a flick of her finger, she activated the vibrator in her hand and began stroking it around the lips of her pussy. "Now I fucking love sex. But real sex. Sex the way it should be: rough and forceful, taking your pleasure whether or not the other woman wants it or not. There's nothing quite like hearing a woman scream in pain as you violate her... seeing the tears stream down her face while you're taking her... fucking amazing."

Casually, while still playing with herself with one hand, Brooks reached over with the other and hit the switch to the torture device again. Shepard shut her eyes and gritted her teeth as the electricity jolted her body, not wanting to give the sick bitch in front of her the pleasure of hearing her scream. But soon she couldn't hold back her pained cries. Even over her own miserable moans she could hear Brooks's appreciative coos, and the quiet buzz of Brooks's vibrator moving around between her legs. "That's it, Shepard," Brooks urged her. "Mmm, that's it. Scream for me. This is going to be the best fucking two hours of my life, I swear, if you keep screaming like that."

The Cum will be amazing, Shepard thought. The Cum will make it all worth it.

When the device finally shut down, Shepard caught her breath and opened her eyes. She was disgusted, but not surprised, to see the vibrator that Brooks had retrieved was now inserted inside the Cerberus leader's twat, Brooks rubbing it around inside herself and pushing it up against her clit as she leisurely masturbated to the sight of Shepard's suffering.

"You know what changed, Shepard?" Brooks asked, never pausing in her self-pleasuring as she resumed her casual chat. "Well, you have my colleague Dr. Henneman to thank for my... attitude adjustment. Not that he meant to, of course, but... well, circumstances necessitated it, I'm afraid."

Brooks continued to play with herself, reaching up a handle to idly play with one of her tits as she fucked herself with the vibrator, but her eyes suddenly went distant. "See, after I escaped from Cerberus with your spitting image and partnered up with Henneman, we needed a place to work out of. Me to get your clone prepared for what was to come, and Henneman to conduct all of his little experiments. Guess at the time, I figured the Illusive Man was too busy to ever figure out that we were working out of one of Cerberus's abandoned facilities. Should have known that the bastard wouldn't have let us off that easily."

Christ, as if the torture wasn't bad enough. Now she's monologuing like a comic book supervillain, Shepard thought to herself. But at least she was so distracted with indulging herself, both between her legs and in recalling her memories, that her fingers weren't anywhere near the activation switch for the electricity. The longer Brooks blathered on, the less time Shepard would have to spend in agony.

"But the Illusive Man found us, eventually. Barely managed to drag Henneman out of his lab, the bloody fool ready to die rather than leave his research behind. Only way we could convince him to leave was to let him finish mixing up two last vials of that Dom formula of his," Brooks continued her story. "We were dashing down one of the hallways, just a few feet away from the lift out of the facility and to freedom, when suddenly... something exploded. Not sure if it was Cerberus that did it, or one of our people trying to slow Cerberus down. Whichever the case, the ceiling collapsed, and before I knew it I was trapped under a heavy beam. Me and the clone both tried our best to move it, but it was too heavy."

Shepard realized where the story was going, and suddenly it all made sense. She had always wondered, ever since this nightmare began, how even a sinister organization like Cerberus would have accepted such a deviant sexual predator like Maya Brooks into their ranks. How Miranda could have worked with somebody as sadistically cruel and perverted as this woman and not realized what a danger she was. But now it all clicked.

"I told her to go," Brooks said. Despite the sneering cynicism in her voice, the hand that was working the vibrator in and out of her pussy suddenly paused, as if lingering on this memory was somehow more important. "Dammit, I was such a fool back then. I begged her to leave me behind and continue with the plan. That Cerberus would kill both of us if she didn't run. Think I might have even cried a little... how pathetic. But she refused to abandon me. Eventually, I guess she must have remembered what the Dom formula had done to Morgan and the rest of the woman who were with us back then. How it had turned them into powerful rapists... with five times the strength they had once had. Henneman didn't want to give up the formula at first, but he changed his mind real quick once she put the gun to his head. It only took a few minutes for the effects to take hold, but even with her strength enhanced, she could only barely move that damn ceiling beam. So... I told her to take the other vial from Henneman, and give it to me. Once it was both of us... shit, that heavy steel beam might as well have been a toothpick, with how easy the both of us shoved it aside."

And as much as it disgusted her, in that moment Shepard could help but feel a little bit of pity for Brooks. Knowing that this woman had been under the influence of Henneman's mind-altering drugs all along explained so much, and Shepard couldn't help but wonder what she had been like before being forced by circumstances to taint her mind with Henneman's poison.

It was only when Shepard remembered that, even before she had taken the Dom drug, Brooks had already revived a clone with the express purpose of using her to replace Shepard, that Shepard's brief moment of compassion for Brooks immediately withered and died. This woman was evil, even if her sinister intentions weren't tainted with sexual sadism before. And regardless of whether Brooks's cruel acts were inspired by her mind-altered state or not, it didn't change the fact that Shepard and her friends were still held captive by this beast.

"And after that," Brooks continued, too wrapped up in her story to notice Shepard's conflicted emotions, "Everything became so much clearer. I realized how enjoyable it could be to tease and torment someone. To hear them beg for mercy while I broke them to my will." For the first time in several minutes, Brooks seemed to remember that Shepard was in the room with her, and she glanced over at her captive and arched her brow. "You should consider yourself fortunate, Shepard. Before that unfortunate encounter with Cerberus, our plan had been to seal you and all of your friends into one of those archive vaults and let you starve to death while we took control of the Normandy and your life. But after getting Henneman's formula in my blood, I realized how much more fun it would be to bring you and your companions along with us instead. I'm so going to enjoy watching your face when you see what I do to your friends." Brooks let out a low laugh, and resumed working the vibrator around inside of her pussy. "Like that crazy bitch Jack. Henneman has already started on her, you know. Trying to see if he can recreate that Dom formula of his with her as the test subject. And once he has it perfected... ooh, can you just imagine it? That crazy biotic criminal, just as eager to rape and violate as I am? As much fun as I've had using you as my personal fuck-toy, Shepard, it's going to be even better to see the look on your face when it's your old comrade Jack pounding your ass instead. And smiling the whole time."

Shepard wanted to protest. Wanted to believe that Jack would never succumb to Cerberus's manipulations. But she had already gotten a glimpse of what Henneman's formulas were capable of. The scarred, intimidating-looking asari in the cell on the other end of the confinement area, whom Shepard had last seen giggling and cooing as her human captors violated her repeatedly. Shepard had no idea what kind of asari Delaana had been before falling into Cerberus's clutches, but from the looks of her, she was probably just as head-strong and independent-minded as Jack. So, if Cerberus could turn Delaana into a mindless, sex-crazed slut...

"Yeah, I can see it in your eyes already," Brooks said, a crooked grin on her face as she teased her clit with the vibrator, her attention focused on Shepard. "See the hope draining out of you. Yeah, before too long Jack's gonna be fucking the shit out of you. And I can promise you that she won't feel a bit of remorse about turning on you. So here's an idea: why not get a little premature revenge, huh? Beg me to stop this, right now, and I'll bring Jack in here instead."

Brooks grinned at Shepard, so sure that this offer would be the one that Shepard bit on. "Come on, Shepard. By the time Henneman puts that last dose of his juice inside of her, I bet Jack won't even remember how you betrayed her and forced her to endure this pain in your stead. She'll be too busy helping us drive you insane to even care about it. So what would it hurt, huh? What would it matter if you traded places with her right now? Go ahead, Shepard. Just say the word and spare yourself from another hour of... this!"

Brooks hit the switch, and Shepard desperately focused her mind on the pleasure between her legs, as the electricity hit her abused body yet again. An hour, she thought to herself. You're halfway there, Shepard. Just an hour to go until the Cum. The Cum is going to be the best feeling you've ever had in your life. The Cum is going to make all of the pain worth it. Just keep going for another hour, and you'll have beaten Brooks, and you'll get the Cum.

Despite the searing pain filling every inch of her body, Shepard found herself fighting the urge to smile. Brooks's taunt had only strengthened her resolve. She could handle another hour of this. She knew she could. And just as much as Brooks enjoyed watching Shepard in agony, Shepard was going to enjoy the disappointment on Brooks's face when she realized that Shepard had beaten her. That was going to make all of this worth it.

That... and the Cum.
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