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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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For a second, the only movement in the room was Liara's lips against the clone's. Liara mashed her breasts against the woman under her as she rocked her hips against the strap-on inside of her, the clone lying motionless with eyes wide in shock.

Eventually, Liara broke the kiss. As her head moved away from the clone's, Shepard saw the look of gape-jawed amazement on her face. Liara gave the clone a bashful smile. "Sorry," she said. "I guess I just..."

Behind her, Shepard heard rapid movement, and Brooks charged around to the bed. When she saw what was in Brooks's hand, she wanted to shout out a warning, but it was too late.

With an angry snarl, Brooks pressed the button to activate the varren prod, and jabbed it roughly into Liara's side. Liara jolted in pain, falling off of the clone's body and tumbling off the bed onto the floor.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Brooks snapped, directing another jab of the prod to Liara's prone body on the floor. "Those filthy fucking asari lips of yours don't go anywhere near hers... ever!"

Sitting up, the clone gave Brooks a quizzical look. "Hey, relax, babe," the clone said casually. "She got carried away, that's all."

"Carried away?" Brooks exclaimed. "A slave doesn't get carried away," she directed another jab of the prod to Liara, who cried out in anguish. "A slave does what she's fucking told. And a slave doesn't kiss her fucking mistress!" Brooks drew her arm back, ready to direct another prod to the helpless Liara.

"That's enough!" the clone said, jumping to her feet and grabbing Brooks by the arm. "You've disciplined her enough. You keep this up, you're going to end up killing her!"

"So what?" Brooks exclaimed, struggling against the clone's grip on her wrist. "She's nothing but a worthless asari whore, remember? The only reason she's even here is because torturing her screws with Shepard's mind. But now that I think about it, maybe killing her asari bitch is the best way to break Shepard once and for..."

"Stop calling her that!" the clone suddenly bellowed. "Stop calling her Shepard! I'm Shepard! Me! Not that helpless piece of trash over there! I'm Commander Shepard, the hero of the galaxy! And in case you've forgotten, I'm also the one in charge of Cerberus now. So when I say 'stop,' you stop!"

Brooks stared daggers at the clone, but finally released her grip on the varren prod and let it tumble to the ground. "Fine... Commander Shepard. I'll stop. But if you think I'm going to put my lips anywhere near yours while the residue of that asari is still on them, you'd better think again. I don't..."

The argument suddenly trailed off, as everyone in the room suddenly noticed an intermittent beeping sound coming from the nearby terminal. Brooks and the clone exchanged glances.

"The files," the clone said finally. "They've been decrypted."

Brooks still looked furious at the clone, but she eventually turned away and started getting dressed. "I'd better go let the team know. Want them briefed and ready to go as soon as we arrive." As she passed by Shepard, she let out an frustrated cry and drove her foot into the side of the chair, sending it and Shepard tumbling to the ground.

Shepard couldn't see Brooks's departure from where she lay helpless, still tied securely to the chair. But she could see Liara on the ground, as a hand reached out to help her to her feet.

"I'm so sorry," Liara meekly said, still shaking a little from the pain of multiple proddings. "I didn't mean to disobey."

"Look, just... be more careful, okay?" the clone said. "I mean, I know I'm an amazing fuck compared to that piece of trash on the floor, but you have to control yourself. Especially when Maya's around. No kissing when she's here, especially."

Liara nodded. "I understand. Although... she isn't here right now, is she?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"You..." the clone spluttered, at a loss for words in the face of Liara's boldness. She shot a glance over her shoulder, making sure Brooks had definitely left, before grabbing Liara and roughly making out with her. Liara wrapped her arms around the clone, moaning and pressing herself against the naked human.

After a few seconds of this, the clone abruptly broke the kiss, looking confused but not exactly displeased. Her gaze fell on Shepard lying on the floor, and the bewilderment on her face finally turned into a cocky sneer.

"See that?" the clone mockingly asked Shepard. "Only a few days, and already your precious Liara has figured out who the real Commander Shepard is." As she pulled on her clothing, the clone bent down and spat in Shepard's face. "Just another way that you're inferior to me." Fully decked out in her Cerberus uniform, the clone turned to Liara, pointing a disdainful finger down to Shepard on the floor. "You can untie her if you want. Or don't. I've got more important things to worry about than this useless piece of garbage."

Making one last adjustment to her uniform, the clone strode boldly to the exit of the cabin, a wide grin on her face. As soon as the door was shut and locked, Liara walked over to Shepard on the floor, untying the ropes keeping her secured to the chair.

"Thanks," Shepard said blandly, rubbing at the rope burns on her arms. "Glad you were able to fit in the time to help me out."

Liara looked at Shepard oddly. "Shepard, what are you talking about?"

"Well, what with your busy schedule of making out with our captor," Shepard said, wincing as she gently removed the remaining clamps from her nipples and breasts. "It was good of you to spare a few seconds for me."

"You can't possibly think that..." Liara narrowed her eyes at Shepard. "It was an act. I was pretending. You think for a second I would actually enjoy letting that woman touch me like that?"

Shepard turned away from Liara. "Honestly, Liara? I'm not sure what to think anymore. That kiss sure didn't look like an act, though."

"I can't believe what you're saying," Liara said, as she stepped around to be in front of Shepard again. "Listen to me. The only thing I was trying to do when I kissed Shepard was..."

Shepard's eyes narrowed. "Stop. What did you just say?"

"When I kissed... your clone. When I kissed the Shepard clone," Liara quickly covered.

"That's not what you said, Liara," Shepard said angrily. "So you're even calling her 'Shepard' now? So what am I then? Just a cheap copy like they say I am?"

Liara clenched her fists in frustration. "It was a slip of the tongue, that's all!" she protested. "This is pointless. Why don't you talk to me later, when you're thinking more clearly?" She started to turn away from Shepard.

"Don't you turn your back on me!" Shepard said, reaching her hand to clamp down on Liara's shoulders.

Liara clenched her eyelids tight, making sure the cameras in the room couldn't see the eyes underneath as they turned pitch black.
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