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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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"Isn't it nice to see them all getting along so well?" the clone said with a syrupy glee in her voice, leaning down to pat Shepard on the cheek.

Shepard watched the video screen in front of her, and the image of Jack struggling against her bonds as one of her students was being gangbanged by strap-on wearing Phantoms. Not that she wanted to watch, but her current position left her with little choice.

Their tormentors had brought a chair into the cabin when they'd arrived back from their latest kidnapping. Grabbing ropes and ordering Shepard to have a seat, they wrapped the bonds around her body in an elaborate configuration. The coarse fibers that kept her arms bound behind her back also criss-crossed around her breasts tightly, every slight shift that Shepard made causing them to shift and grate against her tender skin. Her legs were also tied against the arms of the chair, leaving them forced open in a spread position.

"A very enticing picture, indeed. But they're not doing anything to Jack, love," Brooks observed, glancing over at the screen before turning to Shepard and delivering a rough slap to one of Shepard's tightly bound tits. Shepard moaned into the ballgag jammed into her mouth, the impact of Brooks's hand delivering a searing pain to her already aching breast. "Beginning to think maybe it was a mistake to not slit that little redhead's throat when we had the chance."

Moving over to the other side of the chair, the clone matched Brooks's strike to Shepard, to her right breast this time. "Ah, you know how my lesser twin is. I'm sure her heart aches so terribly to see anyone suffer like this. Even if it is somebody she doesn't know."

"She does have quite the hero complex," Brooks said, moving with businesslike precision as she retrieved a set of metal clamps from nearby and began applying them to Shepard's flushed breasts. Shepard let out agonized grunts as each of them bit roughly into her flesh. "But if we're willing to settle for that, why are we bothering to track down Shepard's comrades in the first place? Why not just abduct seven random women to torment?"

As one of Brooks's clamps found her nipple, Shepard jerked in pain, the ropes around her breasts biting deep into her skin. Struggling to focus on anything other than the agony these women were causing her, Shepard watched the screen, as the Phantoms down below finished up with Jack's student. One of them crouched down to say something to Jack – no doubt further threats to keep her in line – and then unfastened the handcuffs from Jack's wrists. Shepard waited for Jack to retaliate, but after a firm shove from the Phantom, Jack obediently followed Jenny as the two of them were ushered back into the lift.

"Eh, so they're neglecting one of this faker's idiot followers for now," the clone said, directing another slap to Shepard's breast and grinning at the muffled grunt of pain it elicited. "I'm sure they'll get around to sticking it to Jack eventually. Besides, we've got plenty more where that came from. Let's check in on our security chief and her little pet."

The image on the video changed to the XO's office, and a sight that was by now becoming familiar. Morgan had Ashley bent over her desk, her thick cock pistoning down into Ash's rear passage, with a look of pure bliss on her face as she anally raped her docile captive. But Morgan wasn't alone.

"Looks like our security chief's doing some entertaining," Brooks observed. On the screen, several male members of the crew stood on the other side of the desk, their pants unzipped and their cocks at full attention. One of them was currently holding Ash by the sides of the head, and vigorously fucking her mouth. After several seconds of this, he pulled his cock out from between Ash's lips, and fired his cum towards her face. Ash closed her eyes and stoically took the globs of sticky white fluid, as they splattered against her face and dripped down from her cheeks and eyebrows onto the desk below her. The video wasn't of the highest resolution, but from the light spots already dotting Ash's face and on the surface of Morgan's desk, the crewman currently wiping the head of his spent prick across Ash's mouth hadn't been the first to blow his load on her face.

And as the crewman stepped aside to allow another from the group to move into position, and Ash obediently opened her mouth for the next cock in line, it was obvious he wouldn't be the last, either. Morgan grinned at the satisfied crewman stepping away, and raised up a hand to offer him a firm high-five. All while never pausing in her rough thrusts into Ash's asshole.

"My goodness, look at that obedient little slut," Brooks said, as she crouched down between Shepard's thighs and produced a buzzing, high-powered vibrator. "Maybe we should ask Morgan to bring her bitch up here and join us for a little fun. Let Ashley get a taste of her former commander's moist little cunt like she did for Miss Chambers earlier," Brooks pressed the vibrator against Shepard's groin, the insistent buzz of the device against Shepard's clit sending a rush of terrible pleasure to mix with the agonizing pain in her chest. "Or maybe let Miss Williams practice those cocksucking skills on our strap-ons. What do you think?"

"Why bother? When we've got such a talented tongue right under our own roof?" the clone said. Walking away from Shepard and Brooks, the clone strode naked over to the other side of the cabin. Dangling upside-down from one of the ceiling beams, Liara struggled against the ropes that bound her arms behind her back. The movement did little more, though, than make her cry out in pain against her gag, as the weights that dangled from clips attached to her nipples swung and yanked downward on the sore nubs of skin.

Picking up her sensory strap-on and setting it into position around her hips, the clone positioned herself in front of the dangling Liara. Naturally, the helpless asari was hung at the perfect height; her head and mouth lined up with the fake cock jutting out lewdly from the clone's hips.

The clone reached down and unfastened the gag from Liara. "Would you like me to let you down?" the clone asked Liara.

"I... I only want what you want," Liara blandly responded. After several days at the mercy of the clone and Brooks, she and Shepard had learned early that expressing a personal opinion on almost anything, other than the one they wanted you to have, was just asking for punishment.

"Hmm, well, that's convenient," the clone said with a smirk. "Because what I want right now is for you to suck my cock. So, since you want what I want, does that mean you want to suck my cock?"

Liara nodded, the movement jostling the weights dangling from her breasts and making her wince.

"Say it," the clone demanded. "Tell me what you want, Liara."

"I want to suck your cock," Liara said.

The clone grinned. "I don't know. You don't sound very convincing."

It was the clone's favorite thing, from what Shepard and Liara could tell, about this whole situation. It wasn't enough that she had them both at her mercy, to do whatever she wanted to with them. No... they had to ask for it. To beg the clone to rape them, to torment them. The more they asked for it, the hotter the clone would get.

Knowing what their captor was looking for, Liara tried her best to sound overcome with desire as she spoke. "I want you to stick your cock down my throat. I want you to fuck my face and make me gag on your prick. Please let me suck your cock. Please... Shepard."

That was the big one, the one that always made the clone the happiest. Hearing Liara call her "Shepard," the clone thrust her hips forward, sending the strap-on cock past Liara's lips and down into her mouth.

"Isn't that just like an asari for you?" Brooks said to Shepard, keeping the vibrator buzzing against Shepard's crotch as she spoke. "Act all superior and intelligent, but put a cock in front of their face and they just can't resist opening up wide." Looking over at the clone as she humped her groin against Liara's face, Brooks sighed. "Still don't know why you settle for such an easy fuck, love. Just think about how many other filthy cocks have been in that mouth of hers. You'd better wash that thing off good once you're finished."

The clone didn't respond, too busy enjoying Liara's lips around her synthetic prick to even acknowledge Brooks.

"Disgusting," Brooks muttered, giving Shepard a disbelieving look as she kept the vibrator buzzing against Shepard's clit, Shepard squirming to try and shift away from the maddening pleasure. "I love her dearly, but she has inherited some of your worst traits. A weakness for freakish things like the asari, for instance."

Brooks glanced back at the screen, where all of the male crewmembers had finished shooting their loads into Ash's face and left the room, leaving Ash with a face covered in cum, and Morgan's massive cock still pummeling her insides. Morgan, finally pulling her slick rod out from between Ash's asscheeks, muttered something to her captive. Ash, cum spilling down onto her tits as she moved, got off the desk and dropped down on her knees. As Ash wrapped her lips around Morgan's cock and rapidly bobbed her head on its length, Shepard heard Brooks let out an intrigued sound. "I mean, if you're going to fuck a freak, somebody like Morgan there is way more my speed. If it wasn't for her strange little rules, I'd have her up here in a heartbeat working that cock inside every hole it would fit into." She lowered her voice slightly. "I mean, hey, strap-ons are fun and all, but there's nothing quite like a real, flesh-and-blood cock inside of you, am I right?" Brooks sneered, reaching up with one hand to roughly tug on one of the clamps on Shepard's nipple, while keeping the other hand busy working the vibrator between her legs. "Oh, but that's right. You been too busy licking blue cunt to enjoy a nice hard cock, haven't you? Maybe we'll have to do something about that when we get back to base."

"Oh, fuck," the clone moaned behind them. "Hey, babe, turn that helpless bitch around. I want to make sure she gets a good look while her asari sweetie rides me."

"Your wish is my command, love," Brooks said, pulling the vibrator away from Shepard's cunt and rising to her feet. The last thing Shepard saw on the video screen was Morgan adding her massive payload of cum to the fluids already dripping from Ash's face, and Ash sticking out her tongue to let it drip down into her mouth, before Brooks stepped behind her chair and tipped it slightly backwards. The ropes around her body tightened and dug into her skin as the chair spun around, Shepard's view changing to watch the clone untie the bonds hanging Liara from the ceiling and lower her gently to the floor.

"There we go," the clone said, untying the last ropes from Liara's body. With that task done, the clone moved to the bed and lay down on her back. Liara, knowing what was expected of her at this point, positioned herself above the clone, her slit lined up with the strap-on jutting into the air.

"Pl... please, Shepard," Liara said, her eyes downcast as she hovered above the strap-on ready to penetrate her. "May I please let you fuck me, Shepard?"

The clone didn't answer, simply leaning forward slightly to put her hands on Liara's waist and press her slowly, but firmly, downward. Liara let out a slight gasp as the strap-on cock parted her labia and entered slowly inside of her. Once the synthetic cock was fully inside of Liara, the clone removed her hands, waiting in expectation for Liara to get to work.

Slowly, Liara brought her hips up off of the strap-on, before letting herself sink back down onto it. The clone watched with a hungry leer as Liara began bouncing up and down on the strap-on.

"I wonder how much longer you'll last, Shepard," Brooks said from behind Shepard. Crouching down, she again took hold of one of the clamps on Shepard's breasts, yanking it around and around and tugging Shepard's tender skin in every direction. "How much longer your mind will be able to take it, before you... snap," Brooks punctuated the word by roughly yanking the clamp off, the metal of the device scraping against Shepard's skin as it was hastily removed. The pain was indescribable, and Shepard cried out into her gag again while Brooks put her fingers on another one of the clamps. "The pain of seeing your loved ones captured, tortured, raped..." Brooks yanked off another clamp. "And knowing that there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. You may be strong. You may think you can tough it out." Another clamp yanked off, another sharp pain in Shepard's aching breast. "But even the great Commander Shepard must have her limits. Even Commander Shepard's mind can only withstand so much misery, so much mental and physical anguish, before it simply breaks."

As Brooks continued pulling clamps off Shepard's breasts, Liara was moaning and gasping as she rode the clone's strap-on. Her breasts bounced with every downward thrust onto the fake cock, now glistening with her slick juices. "So good," Liara moaned, throwing her head back and pausing in her bouncing to roll her hips around and let the strap-on inside her press against her inner walls. "Feels so good, Shepard," she said, keeping her gaze focused on the clone, making sure she knew that these words were directed toward her.

"Looks like your asari slut has gotten pretty good at faking it," Brooks observed to Shepard, grabbing both of the clamps on her nipples and tugging at them.

The clone gave Shepard a cocky smile. "Faking it? I don't know. I think Liara's beginning to realize what she's been missing all this time." The clone looked to Liara. "Tell the truth: you like fucking me a lot more than you ever did that little faker over there, don't you?"

"I do," Liara said, licking her lips as she continued bouncing her hips on the strap-on penetrating her. "I love fucking you so much. It's so good, Shepard. It's never been this good before."

"Hear that?" the clone said, giving Liara a firm slap on the ass that only increased the pace of her bouncing. "Think your sweetheart here is realizing how amazing it is to be with the real Commander Shepard. She's never going to settle for cheap fakes anymore."

"My girl," Brooks said to Shepard, her voice quiet and barely audible over the sounds of Liara's heated moans. "She may be a great fuck, but she's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Your little asari slut isn't that good of an actress."

Oblivious to her lover's words, the clone threw her head back against the pillow and groaned, the sensory strap-on sending the feel of Liara's clenching walls around her virtual cock directly through her nervous system. "Almost there. Harder, Liara, harder."

"Oh, Shepard. I love it," Liara moaned. "It's so... so..."

And with that, Liara stopped bouncing, leaned forward against the clone, and kissed her directly on the lips.
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