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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138076 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and all the characters in it are owned by people that are not me. I have not made a cent off this work of fiction

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Ash had no idea where the Normandy was right now, or what was going on down on the surface of the planet they had arrived at. All she knew was that, thankfully, she was alone for now.

With little else to do except sit and anticipate the return of Morgan and her giant she-cock, Ash tried to distract herself with the exercise equipment left by the former occupant of these quarters. She sat on Morgan's couch with a barbell in her hand, working her arm muscles vigorously. All while imagining getting the chance to deliver hard punches to the faces of the clone, Brooks, and most of all the bitch currently keeping her as a pet. When I'm knocking Morgan's teeth down her throat, the Real Ash said with sadistic mirth, I'll have you to thank, James, for making sure my arms were still in fighting condition.

Thinking about James made her wonder again what had happened to him and the rest of the team, after their defeat in the Citadel Archives. She didn't want to think that the clone and Brooks had ordered their deaths, but with the insanity Ash had already seen among the reformed Cerberus, Ash didn't want to count too much on their survival.

And now, Kelly Chambers was going to get drawn into this as well. When Ash had seen her picture on Morgan's monitor, it had been a reminder that the members of the team on the Citadel weren't the only former comrades of Shepard out there. She didn't know which other one of Shepard's "old friends" was living with Kelly at the moment, but Ash severely doubted that the evil bitch wearing Shepard's face was going there to make nice.

By now, she had made peace with the fact that she probably wouldn't make it out of this situation alive. It was something they drilled into you during military training, the idea that death was lurking just around every corner. But the thought of the others that might be hurt or killed by these maniacs was what kept her going, kept her focused on staying alive and waiting for the right moment to strike. Maybe she'd end up dead, but she'd make these bitches feel it when it happened.

If there was one thought that made her melancholy about her potential fate, it was what it would do to her sisters. They'd already experienced so much hardship, from the war and afterward. It wasn't the thought of her own death that made her pause in her exercises for a moment, a lump in her throat. It was the thought of Sarah, opening her door to see an Alliance representative there with a signed letter from the Admiral and a bunch of empty consolation.

These morbid thoughts were on her mind as the door to Morgan's cabin opened, and a male crewmember with a bandage on his nose walked in with a tray. He seemed a bit wary as he handed her the dish, as if waiting for her to jump up and throw a jab at him.

But there was little point in it. It might be satisfying to give the Cerberus lackey a nice sock to the jaw, but all it would accomplish would be to get her punished. She accepted the tray silently and lifted the lid, revealing a plate of some slimy looking synthetic slop.

Well, at least nobody jerked off into it, she thought to herself as she started spooning the stuff up. The crewmember stood and watched her, no doubt taking the opportunity to check out her naked body without any fear of repercussion. The Fake Ash pretended not to notice, while The Real Ash silently congratulated whoever had broken this guy's nose.
"Ruben was right," the crewman finally spoke up. "Not as hot as the last one, but still pretty sexy. Chief might be a twisted freak, but she's got a good eye for pussy."

Ash ignored his comments, keeping her eyes locked on the food in front of her. It was terrible, but the quicker she wolfed it down, the quicker this asshole might leave her in peace again.

"Pretty fucked up, though, the way she treats her little playthings," the crewman observed. "Did you know, as long as you don't piss her off too much, there's an open invitation for anyone on the ship to stop by and fuck you?"

Her spoon hesitated for a moment. Suddenly, Ash decided that eating so quickly wasn't such a good idea after all, now that she knew what was likely to come next. Another one of the Normandy's insane new crew members, come to sample the ship's "entertainment." Slowly, she brought another swallow of the meal to her lips.

"But that messed-up freak of nature, one of her rules is that she has to be in the room when somebody uses her bitch," the crewman said. "Guess she gets her rocks off watching somebody else fucking her slaves. But man, the idea of trying to get a boner while that shemale is staring me down... no, thanks." The tone of his voice turned devious as he added, "But then... she ain't here now, is she?"

Something in Ash's suddenly sluggish mind clicked. He's not supposed to be doing this, The Real Ash thought. I could totally kick this guy's ass, and then turn him over to Morgan to be punished even more when she gets back. The thought of it brought a smile to her face for the first time in a long while, as she went through a mental list of self-defense techniques she wanted to put to use on this asshole. Swallowing down the last bite of her meal, she started to rise to her feet.

But suddenly, she felt the energy drain from her body. She could feel her fingers lose their grip on the plate and spoon in her hands, and they tumbled nervelessly to the floor.

"Guess you're starting to feel the effects, huh?" the crewman said with a sneer. "After what happened in the captain's cabin with those other two bitches, decided I wouldn't take any chances this time. Ruben won't miss those muscle relaxants I stole from his office, I'm sure. All this pussy the bosses are bringing in, I ain't leaving this ship until I get myself a taste."

Ash tried to stand up from the couch, but her legs crumpled from under her as soon as she stood, and she landed on her side down on the floor. Moving quickly, the crewman rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. Her entire body ignoring all of her commands, Ash was forced to stare up as the crewman unzipped his pants and freed his erection.

"Hope you haven't forgotten how good an actual man's cock feels, baby," the crewman's voice oozed with lust as he knelt down between her legs and aimed his shaft at her pussy.
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