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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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Kelly forced herself to remain calm, as the shuttle pulled into the Normandy's docking bay. Images of being flown away from this ship in a cramped, suffocating pod tried to force themselves into her thoughts. But thinking about Sam helped a little, enough so she was able to step out of the cockpit of the shuttle without collapsing into a shuddering heap.

The first thing she did as soon as her feet hit the deck of the Normandy was to search for the shuttle the fake Shepard and Brooks had stolen from Haverdean. She quickly spotted it on the other side of the deck, but there was no sign of the two Cerberus leaders, or of Sam.
"Welcome back, ma'am," one of the ten or so women that were hanging around the cargo deck said to Morgan, who was disembarking from the rear of the shuttle. From the looks of her build and the obvious traces of cybernetic enhancements, she must have been another Phantom who hadn't been part of the Haverdean massacre. "Commander Shepard asked me to have Miss Chambers head to the Captain's cabin as soon as she arrived."

"Hmm, looks like they're not wasting any time putting you to work," Morgan said to Kelly. "Well, you heard her. Get moving."

Kelly frantically searched the cargo bay with her eyes. "Where's Sam?" she asked. "I'm not going anywhere until I know she's safe."

"Insubordination already?" Morgan said, clucking her tongue. "Not a promising start to our working relationship."

Erin stepped out of the cockpit. "Come on, Morgan. At least let her know that Sam's still alive. Give her something to make her want to cooperate."

Morgan crossed her arms and stared at the protesting pilot. "You're being a real bossy boots today, Ensign Crooks. You're lucky I've already chosen my special companion for this trip, or I might have to show you who really has the balls around here."

"Aw, such a shame then that you need me up in the cockpit, flying you to more places where you can kill a bunch of people," Erin said back. Much as she didn't want to, Kelly couldn't help but feel a little bit of respect for the thin pilot, not flinching in the face of a dangerous woman almost twice her size.

The muscular Phantom leader rolled her eyes, then turned to the other Phantom who had spoken before. "Where'd you put the little Alliance cutie?"

The other Phantom whistled, and two more of their number appeared from behind a packing crate. Between them was Sam, staring at the floor and looking absolutely terrified.

"Sam!" Kelly started to move towards her, but Morgan held out a hand and kept her back.

"Uh, uh," Morgan admonished her. "You saw her. Now go up to the captain's cabin like you're supposed to."

"What are they going to do with her?" Kelly asked.

While still holding Kelly back, Morgan glanced over her shoulder at Sam. "Well, see, that's the thing. The bosses have kinda left the handling of our prisoners up to me. And after I claimed our last acquisition for myself, my girls have been getting so bored down here."

She smiled and nodded at the two Phantoms, and Kelly let out a cry of protest as they grabbed Sam's shirt and tore it off her body, leaving her standing topless. Another Phantom came forward and, as the two women at Sam's sides grabbed Sam by the arms, the third Phantom shoved a hand down Sam's pants and began roughly stroking her.

"That's Rena," Morgan said, a leering smile on her face as she turned back to Kelly. "Nothing she likes more than showing our Alliance guests the proper hospitality. So don't worry... your girlfriend is gonna be in great hands."

"You can't do this," Kelly protested. "They promised she would be safe!"

Morgan cocked an eyebrow. "And she will be. My girls are under strict orders not to put a mark on her," she looked over again, grinning as Rena yanked down Sam's pants and left her naked and on display for everyone in the room. Sam was trying to edge away from Rena's stroking fingers, but the other two Phantoms were holding her in place. "You won't hurt her, will you, Rena?"

"Not too badly, ma'am," Rena said, smiling wickedly as she stroked Sam's pussy. "As long as she gets herself nice and wet down here when me and the rest of the team plays 'Pass the Strap-On' tonight, she'll do just fine." Moving her face close to Sam's, she licked her lips. "Who knows? She might even like it after a while."

"See?" Morgan said, turning back to Kelly. "She'll be perfectly safe. Now, are you going to go up to see the bosses on your own two feet, or am I going to have to carry you up there?"

Kelly clenched her fists. She tried to calm herself down, but the anger that she normally kept suppressed was threatening to overcome her rational thoughts. Even though she knew it would mean their deaths or torture, she couldn't leave Sam to this fate.
And just as she was about to raise her arm to throw a punch at the powerful Phantom holding her back, Erin spoke up out of nowhere. "Sam is Kelly's bitch!"

Everybody in the room froze, attention all focusing on Erin as she stepped forward. "Kelly told me on the shuttle, Morgan. She said she was worried you might let somebody else use her bitch without her permission. But I assured her you would understand, and would never let something like that happen."

Rena scoffed in disbelief. "Is she kidding with this?" she asked.

"Quiet!" Morgan suddenly exclaimed, making Rena and most of the rest of the women in the room jump in surprise. Bending down slightly to get eye-to-eye with Kelly, Morgan's tone was dire as she asked, "Is this true? Is that your bitch?"

Kelly quickly glanced over at Erin, who nodded at her. "Yes... yes, she is," Kelly followed Erin's lead. "She's my b... bitch."

"This is bullshit," Rena said, turning her attention back to Sam. "After tonight, this dark-skinned little beauty ain't gonna be nobody's bitch but..."

A loud cracking sound echoed across the cargo bay, as Morgan raised her right hand and fired off a blast in Rena's direction. The shot breezed past Rena's head and left a smoking hole in a crate, just inches away from her.

"Take... your hands... off her," Morgan said through gritted teeth. Rena quickly stepped away from Sam, and the two Phantoms at her side released her arms.

Turning back to Kelly, Morgan lowered her hand and stared down at her. After a tense pause, Morgan suddenly rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Kelly. It took a second for Kelly to realize she wasn't being attacked, but... hugged.

"Ohmigod, this is wonderful!" Morgan squealed, embracing Kelly hard enough to be slightly painful. When Morgan finally released her, Kelly pulled away to see that the formerly stern Phantom leader was now smiling ear-to-ear. "For so long now, I was beginning to wonder if anybody out there knew how to properly keep a bitch anymore." She let out a gasp. "Oh, and here I almost let my girls use her without letting you supervise. First person I've met with a bitch in so long, and look what I almost did." Putting her hands on Kelly's shoulders, Morgan had a sincere look on her face. "Can you forgive me?"

Trying her best to keep the confusion off her face, and ignore the hot feeling on her left shoulder from Morgan's recently discharged palm cannon, Kelly nodded. "Of course."

"That's so nice of you," Morgan said. "But listen, I'm kinda put in a tricky situation with this. Much as I want to let you handle your bitch the way you feel, she is still a member of the Alliance. And I can't just let her run around the ship, you understand? I don't even give my own bitch that privilege, much as I love her and her pretty little asshole." Leaning down more and lowering her voice, she asked. "Between you and me... how's your bitch's ass? Nice and tight?"

"Uh, yeah," Kelly said. "Definitely."

Morgan gave Kelly a wink. "You should talk to the Doc sometime. Have him give you an operation like he did for me. I mean, those sensory strap-ons are nice and all, but you've never lived until you've felt your bitch's ass with your own flesh and blood."

"I'll... I'll consider it," Kelly said, not sure entirely what Morgan was talking about, but not wanting to contradict her when things were suddenly going so well.

"Rena," Morgan turned back to the Phantom. "Take our newest member's bitch to one of the cargo bays and lock her up. And none of you better lay a finger on her without Miss Chambers's permission. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Rena said, looking a bit disappointed as she gestured for Sam to follow her to the lift. Sam turned to look at Kelly one more time before the lift doors shut.

Morgan gave Kelly another pat on the shoulders. "Alright, we've wasted enough time here. Go check in with the bosses. I'm going to be busy in my quarters for a while, but if you stop by later, maybe we can discuss giving you a chance to visit with your bitch sometime. But for now... we've all got work to do." The Phantom leader gave Kelly one last smile before spinning and summoning the lift.
After Morgan was gone, Kelly turned to Erin. "Thank you," she forced herself to say.

"Come by the cockpit when you get a chance," Erin said. "It'll be nice to have somebody pleasant to chat with for once. Other than my co-pilot, that is."
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