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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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The two hours were almost up. Shepard knew just from the look on Brooks's face.

By now, the vibrator that Brooks had been thrusting inside of her twat had been set aside, and all of Brooks's attention focused on Shepard. And the electro-torture device, which Brooks was triggering every thirty seconds or so.

But Shepard barely even cared at this point. She wasn't sure if it was the endorphin rush from having so much pain forced onto her in such a short period, or if her strangely zen-like focus on the Cum had truly put her in some sort of transcendental state of erotic meditation.

Whatever it was, the shocks felt like they were happening to someone else at this point. It was a light buzz at the very edge of her consciousness, not even coming close to the growing sensations down between her legs.

The Cum is almost here, Shepard thought triumphantly. I beat you, you bitch. No matter what happens from this point on, I'm leaving this room the winner. I survived everything you had to throw at me, and I'm gonna come up smiling... and cumming.

A trace of this triumph must have shown on Shepard's face, because the sour expression on Brooks's own turned even more unpleasant. She zapped Shepard again, left the juice on for just a few seconds, only to turn it off and immediately hit the switch again. Shepard could feel herself quivering in her restraints, but the sensation of pain had almost completely vanished. Brooks frowned as she turned the switch off, seeing how little effect the formerly excruciating torture was having on her prisoner.

"Eighteen minutes left, Shepard," Brooks said, the former glee that had been in her voice as she informed Shepard of the time remaining gone. Replaced by a dull, but noticeable anger. "You think you're strong to have come this far. But you'll break yet. I'll make you break."

Admit it, bitch, Shepard thought, enjoying entirely too much the fury in Brooks's demeanor as she shocked Shepard again and again, to no noticeable reaction from her victim. Admit that you lost. I'm going to enjoy the look on your face when the two hours are up almost as much as I'm going to enjoy the Cum.

As Brooks turned off the device again, she sat fuming for a good long while. Then suddenly, the near-naked Cerberus operative jumped up to her feet with a snarl. "Dammit, Shepard!" Brooks exclaimed, nearly knocking over the table with the control box on it in her frustration. "It wasn't supposed to go like this. How could you have possibly lasted for two hours with so much pain?"

You'll never understand, you silly woman, Shepard thought in her head, watching as Brooks paced the room in frustration. And you never will.

After a little bit more grousing, Brooks finally let out an aggravated grunt. "Fine," Brooks finally huffed. "You win, Shepard. You want to hear me say it? You win!" the words came out of Brooks like they were razor blades, slicing into her throat on the way out of her mouth. "This has been nothing but a waste of goddamn time."

And suddenly, in a blur of motion, Brooks stomped forward in Shepard's direction, reached down, and turned off the magic wand vibrator.

Shepard let out a gasp, as the constant buzz of infuriating pleasure between her legs suddenly vanished. "Wh... what are you doing?" Shepard asked, once she had finally regained her faculties enough to speak. The question was the first thing to come out of her mouth in the last hour or so that wasn't a scream of pain.

"Fuck this," Brooks muttered, staring at the nearby wall as she spoke. "It's obvious you're not going to break, so why waste these last fifteen minutes or so when I already know what's going to happen. Forget it, Shepard. Game's over, and you win."

As Brooks crouched down in front of Shepard and started detaching the nodes of the electric torture device, Shepard heard herself sputtering. "You... you're really going to be that sore of a loser?" she asked, trying her best to sound cocky even as the absence of the vibration between her legs left her feeling terribly empty. "Going back on the deal because I was too tough for you?"

"I'm not going back on the deal, Shepard," Brooks said, pausing in her removal of the suction cups from Shepard's skin and looking up at her in simmering hatred. "I'm just calling the whole thing off a few minutes early. You can go back to your cell feeling all warm and snuggly about yourself, knowing that you resisted my torture and spared your friends a similar fate. Good for you, Shepard. For once, you get to beat Cerberus."

"But... if I lasted the whole two hours you said I'd..." Shepard started to say, before forcing herself to stop. What are you doing, Shepard? she thought to herself. You beat her. Let it go.

But another voice in her head said two words in response: The Cum...

"You said I'd get to cum," Shepard finished her sentence meekly, unable to believe herself even as she knew that she couldn't let this go.

The only thing that had gotten her through more than an hour of torture was the promise of the Cum at the end of it. If Brooks sent her back to her cell without giving her the Cum, Shepard wasn't sure she would be able to stand it. It wasn't a matter of wanting it anymore: she needed the Cum now. Needed it more than she had ever needed anything in her life. All that pain and misery she had forced herself through... it had all been for the Cum.

And as disgusting as it made her felt, asking one of her sadistic captors for the privilege of getting to cum, she couldn't leave this room without that moment of pure release. Goddamn it, she fucking needed to cum so fucking badly.

Brooks looked into Shepard's pleading eyes, a trace of disgust on her face. "I said you'd get to cum if you withstood my torture for two hours, Shepard. We didn't make it the whole two hours, so no climax for you." She shrugged casually. "Sorry about that."

As Brooks reached for another one of the electrodes, Shepard cried out. "Stop!"

The dark fingers about to tug on the cord leading to Shepard's flesh paused, Brooks looking up at Shepard with a queer expression. "You're telling me to stop? I don't know if you've figured this out yet, Shepard, but that's not how this relationship works," Brooks said, although her tone was more amused at this point than angry.

"Keep... keep going," Shepard gasped, the words coming out of her mouth in a jumble, almost of their own accord. "Keep torturing me. I want... I want to go the whole two hours."

Brooks continued to stare up at her from her position crouched down in front of Shepard, her fingers still curled around one of the conducting cables. After a moment of silence, a smile crept onto Brooks's face. "You... want me to keep going?"

"Yes," Shepard said, shutting her eyes and nearly screaming the word. "Keep going!" She forced a smile to her face and added. "Come on, Maya. Don't you want to see me suffer for another ten minutes?"

"I do, Shepard... and that's the problem," Brooks said. Her fingers left the electrode without pulling it off of Shepard's sweaty skin, and she straightened back up to her feet. "Because it doesn't seem to me like you'd be suffering if we kept going." She smirked in Shepard's face. "It actually seems to me like you'd be enjoying yourself for those ten minutes. Because you'd know that at the end of those ten minutes that you'd get to cum. And it's not really torture if you're enjoying it, is it?"

Shepard had no response to that. She couldn't believe she had been put into this position: begging her captor to keep torturing her. But goddamn it, she needed the Cum. Needed it so badly. What did she have to do to have Brooks give it to her?

And unfortunately, Brooks soon provided the answer to that question.

"Last minute change of plans, Shepard," Brooks said, as she reached down and grabbed the suction cup that she had previously removed, pressing it back into Shepard's quivering flesh. Shepard let out a gasp as Brooks then reactivated the magic wand vibrator between her legs, and that wonderful buzz started up against her pussy again.

"Seeing as how you're now asking me to take time out of my busy schedule to finish off this pointless endeavor, let's change things up a bit," Brooks continued. "Two options. We can stop right here, call the whole thing off, and I untie you and take you back to your cell." She smiled viciously as she tapped her temple. "Oh, but you will keep that orgasm-denial device on when you get back, just so you don't get any funny ideas about finishing yourself off. Or the other option is, we can keep going for the rest of the two hours, me continuing to torture you and you getting to cum once we're finished."

Shepard waited for the twist of the knife that she knew was coming. And when it did, she felt her heart sink in her chest.

"But if we keep going for the rest of the two hours... then I'm definitely going to take one of your friends and torture them as well."

No... Shepard thought to herself. No, I can't. But even as she thought it, she could feel that tightness building between her legs again. The insistent buzz of the vibrator had already put her on the edge of climax in just a few minutes. And as she felt herself hovering at that plateau, waiting for a release that would never come without the permission of her tormenter, she knew. Knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was only one answer she could possibly give.

As disgusting as that answer might be.

"So, what's it gonna be, Shepard?" Brooks said. "You've got to the count of five. Either say nothing, and I'll untie you and take you back to your cell, unsatisfied. Or you can ask me to continue torturing you, knowing that it means that one of your friends gets tortured as well. Actually, no," Brooks said, the smile on her face getting even more sinister as she corrected herself. "I'm not sure that just asking is enough. Probably would be better at this point if you begged me to continue torturing you."

Shepard stared down at the floor, unable to look at Brooks as the Cerberus operative gleefully started counting. "One... two... three... better make your decision quick, Shepard... four..."

"Please," Shepard finally spoke, utter defeat in her voice. Between her legs, the vibrator kept buzzing against her clit, reminding her of why she was about to turn her own victory into a defeat. "Please keep torturing me. I'm... I'm begging you. I need to cum so badly, just... please torture me."

"Mmm... no, not good enough," Brooks said. Moving to stand close to Shepard, she breathed into her ear. "Please... what, slave?"

Shepard wasn't sure what Brooks was asking at first. But then she remembered one of their earlier torture sessions, and she swallowed hard before speaking again. "Please... Mistress Maya. Please keep torturing me. Please allow me to cum."

Brooks let out a low, satisfied rumble. "So... the truth about the great Commander Shepard finally comes out. For all her talk about loyalty to her friends, she'll sell them all out in a heartbeat just for one chance to cum. The fabled hero of the galaxy is nothing more than a horny little slut. Isn't that right, Shepard?"

Shepard wanted to protest, but the sad part is that none of it was a lie. She could walk away right now, but as she felt herself teetering on the edge of a climax – one that would never come without the approval of her captor – she knew that it was no longer an option. "Yes, Mistress Maya," she quietly responded.

"Say it, Shepard," Brooks commanded her, taking her under the chin and raising Shepard's face up to meet hers. "Say, 'I'm a horny slut, Mistress Maya.'"

"I'm a... I'm a horny slut, Mistress Maya," Shepard repeated, cheeks burning red.

"'I'm a filthy whore who'll do anything for my Mistress, just so she'll let me cum.'"

"I'm a filthy whore," Shepard repeated back, her disgust with herself growing with every word, "who will do anything for my Mistress just so she'll... she'll let me cum."

Brooks smirked. "Say, 'My wet, horny cunt is more important to me than my friends.'"

Shepard gritted her teeth, but it was too late to turn back now. "My wet, horny cunt is more important to me than my friends," she obediently repeated.

"Very good, slave," Brooks said, turning her back to Shepard and swinging her bare ass as she strutted back to her seat. "One thing, though... in all this time talking, looks like our time has already ran out. But considering how eager you sounded for more torture... I'm sure you wouldn't mind if we add another fifteen minutes onto the timer. Would you mind, slave?"

"No, Mistress Maya," Shepard responded, the words almost seeming like a unconscious action.

And as Brooks sat back down and casually flicked the switch on the torture device, the pain Shepard felt at that moment was as sharp and brutal as when this whole thing had begun. Because it was mixed with a moment of pure, horrifying revelation.

This was the plan all along, Shepard thought to herself, as she saw the pure triumph on Brooks's face. I was a fool. It was never about the torture. It was always about the pleasure. About getting me so desperate to cum that I would be willing to do anything for it. Even condemn one of the other prisoners to torture in order to get it. No matter what I did in this room, Brooks would have won. Either I surrender before the two hours is up, or I beg her to continue just for the chance to cum.

As Brooks switched off the device, she looked at Shepard with an arched brow. "Should I keep going, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Maya," Shepard responded, never even questioning her response for a second. If you said 'no,' she would have found another way to beat you, she rationalized in her mind, as Brooks hit the switch and electricity flared inside of her again. Changed the terms again or something just as sadistically cruel.

Electricity off. "Are you a horny little slave who wants me to torture her some more? Say it," Brooks commanded.

"I'm a..." Shepard gasped, the combination of the agonizing pain and the unrelenting pleasure between her legs leaving her barely able to form coherent words. "I'm.. a horny little slave who wants my Mistress Maya to torture me some more."

Electricity on. And what does it matter in the end? You think they aren't going to torture your friends anyway? Maybe not today, but eventually. It's pointless. All of it is so goddamn pointless. So why not at least get something good out of it all?

Electricity off. "Five minutes to go, slave. Beg me to torture one of your friends just so you can cum."

"Please, Mistress Maya," Shepard responded. "Please torture... torture one of my friends just so I can cum."

"What a selfish little slut you are, slave," Brooks said, her voice viciously caustic.

Shepard nodded. "I am. I'm a selfish little slut, Mistress Maya."

Electricity on. Got to be over soon. Need the Cum so badly. I don't care anymore. Don't care what happens to me or anyone else. As long as I get the Cum, none of it matters.

Electricity off, and Brooks was on her feet. In her hand was the box. The control to the device on Shepard's head that was the cause of this delirious carnal madness. In her mind, she saw Brooks pushing the red button, shutting down the device and finally giving Shepard what she wanted more than anything else.

"One last change, slave," Brooks said, and Shepard dreaded the next words out of her mouth. "I've decided that I'm not just going to torture one of the other prisoners. I'm going to torture all of them. One after another. Every last one of them will suffer through the pain that you just went through. Only they won't get to cum at the end. Oh, no. All they have to look forward to is more suffering."

And as Shepard felt the guilt wash over her, Brooks just shoved the knife in further. "And as each of them hits that last five minutes of their torture, I'm going to tell them the truth: that this is happening because their beloved Commander Shepard was too focused on her own selfish pleasures to spare them from their misery," Brooks said. "That you could have told me to call it off, but instead you was so desperate to cum that you condemned them all to hours of agony. That is... unless you call it off right now."

Reaching up with her other hand, she activated her omni-tool, showing Shepard a countdown of 2 minutes remaining. "One last chance to back down, Shepard. Either you say nothing for the next two minutes, and I spare your friends. But if you do," she shook the control box for the orgasm-denial device, "then this stays on. Or... you can beg me, your Mistress Maya, one more time to let you cum. But if you do, then all of your friends will suffer, and will know that it was because of you. So... make your choice, slave."

One last time, Shepard tried desperately to convince herself that she could still win this. All she had to do was hold her tongue, and Brooks's plan was destroyed.

But that's the worst part, isn't it? said that nagging voice in her head, as her eyes went back and forth between the control box and the ticking timer. No matter what option you pick... she wins. Either you condemn all your friends to suffering, or you yourself spend who knows how long in your cell, horny and desperate to cum. No matter which way you go, Brooks gets to see you suffer. So if you suffer either way... why not pick the one that mixes in pleasure with the pain?

Taking a deep breath, Shepard looked at the counter. Forty-five seconds remaining now. Wincing, she opened her mouth.

"Please let me cum, Mistress Maya."

The countdown hit zero, and Brooks gave a casual shrug. "Okay," she said, and hit the red button.

Such a simple little gesture. But the second the button was pressed, it was like a bolt of lightning hit Shepard, right between the legs.

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHNNNNNNNN!" Shepard threw her head back and cried out, as the climax she had spent the last two hours desperate for finally sent her body into mind-numbing jolts of pure, unrelenting pleasure. Vulgar grunts and moans that were almost shrieks belted out from her lungs, as her hips bucked against the still-vibrating magic wand between her legs. Her entire body went tight, and it seemed like explosions were going off inside her brain as the Cum just kept going... and going. Soon she felt warm wetness between her legs, and realized that the Cum had grown so intense, her pussy was literally spraying fluids all across her inner thighs, the vibrator, and down onto the floor. She could hear her chains rattling as she squirmed and writhed against her restraints, but soon even those noises faded into the back of her mind. Nothing else existed but the pleasure shooting through her body, going on for what seemed like hours.

It was... it was the Cum. It was everything she had been anticipating over the past two hours. But as fucking amazing as it felt, it came with the knowledge that she had condemned all of her friends to hours of torture in order to obtain it. Her expected moment of triumph had instead been turned into her utter defeat. So even as the pleasure wracked her body, the guilt of what she had just done burned inside her mind. Reminding her over and over again, with every fresh muscle spasm and pleasurable body clench, that she was weak. That for all of her beliefs that she was strong enough to withstand any torture, that it was just like Mistre... like Brooks had said. She was a filthy whore, whose wet horny cunt was more important to her than her friends.

It was the best orgasm she had ever had in her life. And the worst. And finally, mercifully, it ended.

Gasping for breath, Shepard hung limply in her restraints. She could feel her own warm juices dripping down her legs; a disgusting reminder of what she had just done. And yet, despite her own self-hatred at what she had just done, as much as it pained her to admit it to herself... God, it had felt so fucking good!

"My, my, what a mess you've made," Brooks said mockingly. Shepard felt her tormentor's fingers running up her inner thigh, and as she opened her eyes she saw Brooks holding up her wet fingers in front of Shepard's face. "Open up, slave. Have a taste of the filthy cum you fought so hard to spray all over the damn floor."

Shepard obediently opened her lips, and Brooks jammed her fingers inside Shepard's mouth. The taste of her own juices made her want to vomit, but under Brooks's watchful eye Shepard obediently sucked the fluids off.

"That's a good slave," Brooks said, slipping her fingers out of Shepard's mouth. A light smile on her face, as if gloating over her victory, Brooks began undoing Shepard's restraints, as well as removing the electrodes and magic wand from her body. By the time she was finished, unhooking the last restraint from around Shepard's wrist, Shepard collapsed to her knees into a puddle of her own fluids on the floor, still feeling drained after her intense climax.

"Oh, and by the way... I was bluffing," Brooks said casually, as she turned her back on Shepard and made her way back across the room. "I've got a lot of things to do in the next few days, important Cerberus matters to handle. I could never find the time to spend two hours with all of your friends." Glancing over her shoulder at the gasping, helpless Shepard on the floor, Brooks smirked. "Besides... I hardly think it matters one way or the other. For a 'hero' like you," Brooks said the word mockingly, "the fact that you were willing to sell out your friends just to get to cum is torture enough, I think."

And sad to say, she was absolutely right.

"But then again... I suppose I do have some spare time to enjoy myself with," Brooks said. Slumping back down in her seat, Brooks spread her legs wide and pulled aside the crotch of her panties. "Eat me out. If you do well... your Mistress Maya might even let her pathetic little slave cum again."

Slowly, summoning up all of her remaining energy towards the task, Shepard crawled in Brooks's direction. Acting without thinking. Obedience without question, Shepard thought, even as she continued across the carpeted floor towards Brooks. Exactly what she had wanted from you all along.

Moving between Brooks's spread thighs, she tentatively moved her head down towards her torturer's wet, pink snatch. The dark-skinned Cerberus leader let out an appreciative moan as Shepard's tongue started lapping up and down her pussy lips.

"That's it, slave," Brooks encouraged Shepard, reaching a hand down to stroke her cropped red hair as Shepard diligently licked her twat. "Serve your Mistress well. Obey all of her orders, and she'll make you cum over... and over... and over again."

And as Shepard fluttered the tip of her tongue against her captor's clit, and she heard Brooks moan in appreciation, a part of her cum-addled mind thought, That doesn't sound bad. Not that bad. Not bad at all.
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