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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138076 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Hey, Ruben. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Henneman shook his head at the image of his girlfriend on the infirmary vid-screen. "Not at all," he assured her, as he gave a furtive glance over at the research notes he was in the middle of. "Everything alright back at base?"

She moved a lock of her hair behind her ear, looking a little bit bashful. "Yes, everything's fine. it's just... I miss you. I know I'm not supposed to call unless it's important, but it's been so long since I've seen you. Hope you're going to be coming back soon."

"Sure we are, hon," Henneman said, sending a warm smile over the video connection to her. "Just a few more stops to make for supplies and things, and we'll be heading back to base. And with a very important passenger."

"I still can't believe it. Even after seeing it on the news, it doesn't seem like it's real. After the war, all the things she saw our previous incarnation do... that she's actually willing to come back to us. Commander Shepard... turning her back on the Council and Alliance to join back with Cerberus. It's crazy."

"Shepard's smart," Henneman said. "She knows that a new Cerberus is just what the galaxy needs right now. Her, working together with Miss Brooks... it doesn't take a genius to see all the good they could do for our species."

"But still... if it hadn't been for that smooth talk of yours, I can't imagine I would have ever even considered joined Cerberus again. To think that Commander Shepard would be willing to come back and take charge of things... I can't imagine how Miss Brooks was able to convince her to betray the Council like that."

"Well, maybe Miss Brooks has an even more talented tongue than mine," Henneman observed, then arched an eyebrow in acknowledgement of the double entendre.

"Stop it," she said with a beautiful laugh. "I already told you how much I missed you. Don't remind me how long I've been sleeping next to an empty pillow." Leaning into the camera and speaking quietly, she gave him a sly grin. "There anybody in there with you?"

Henneman made a show of looking around the infirmary. "No, I'm all alone. Why?"

"You want to see, Ruben? How much I've been missing you?" Before Henneman could answer, the view from her camera became a blur of movement, and soon he was staring directly at his lover's crotch, clad only in a pair of lacy white panties. While she held the camera with one hand, her other slid the crotch of her underwear aside, and began to delicately finger her slick pussy lips.

"You see this?" he heard her throaty voice from somewhere above the camera feed, as she moved her fingertips in brisk circles against her clit. "While you're out there serving the cause of Cerberus... never forget that this'll be back here, waiting for you. Just thinking about the things I'm going to do to you when you get home, it's getting me so wet that I..."

"Hey, Doc!" barked out a voice from behind Henneman. "Time for this bitch's checkup!"

"Oh, shit!" said his girlfriend's voice, as the camera view hastily jostled and moved back into position on her embarrassed face. "So, uh, that's what's been going on back here," she stammered. "Can't wait for you to come back, babe. Uh, bye!" the feed quickly disconnected.

Henneman turned away from the blank screen to see Morgan standing at the infirmary door, Ash standing meekly beside her with her eyes downcast. "Oh, was that your sweetheart on the phone?" Morgan asked. "How's she doing?"

"Doing just fine, thank you," Henneman said to Morgan. To Ash, he gestured over to his examination table. Ash numbly strolled over to the piece of furniture, and turned around as if preparing to hop up and sit on it.

"No, no. Bend over if you would, please," Henneman told her, indicating for her to stand at the foot of the table and lean forward onto the top cushions. Ash complied, her eyes only briefly lingering on the wrist straps that had been attached to the side of the table, right at the spot where she was leaning her upper torso.

"Well, I certainly hope you've been keeping those lips of yours tightly sealed when you chat with your sweetie, doc," Morgan said, as Henneman indicated for Ash to spread her legs apart. "Don't forget: the only people who know that our red-haired boss isn't the real Commander Shepard are the folks on this ship. And much as I think you two are just adorable together, I won't hesitate to skewer both of you on my blade if I find out you've been spreading that gossip back to your girlfriend at base."

"I am well aware of the need for secrecy, yes," Henneman said, as he crouched down behind his patient's spread legs and started inserting a speculum inside of her pussy. Ash shivered a little as the cold metal device pressed against her sensitive inner walls, but Henneman showed little regard for her discomfort as he worked. "I've been with Cerberus a lot longer than you have, Miss Lezayen, and a lot longer than most of our other current assets. I don't need to be reminded what the penalties are for betrayal."

Morgan seemed satisfied with this answer, and laughed in the face of the doctor's serious demeanor. "Ah, it's my job, doc. Just gotta make sure everybody's being good little soldiers. Can't have pricks like Crayman setting bad examples for everybody else, can we?" Morgan let out a disgusted noise. "Can you believe him? Coming into my cabin and making use of my bitch without permission? He's lucky I just gave him a good beating. People have had their heads separated from their shoulders for much less than that."

"A lucky man, indeed," Henneman said, shining a light with his other hand down into Ash's spread-open cunt. "Hmm, that's strange."

"What?" Morgan said, suddenly looking concerned. "That bastard Crayman didn't damage my bitch, did he? I swear, if he did..."

Henneman looked over at her with a crooked smile. "Trust me, Miss Lezayen. You do much more damage to the insides of your women then someone of the... smaller persuasion like Ensign Crayman could ever manage."

Morgan grinned bashfully. "Can't help it, doc," she said, lewdly grabbing at her crotch and the protruding bulge that was starting to form under her uniform. "When this thing's got an appetite... just can't control it, you know? My bitches might get a little bruised up, but they'll heal."

"But see, that's the part that has me confused," Henneman said, as he shined his flashlight again down into Ash's insides. "Looking at your... bitch's vaginal passage, I'm seeing absolutely no sign of bruising or tearing. With your enlarged anatomy, and the no doubt non-consensual nature of your first encounters with Miss Williams, you would expect at least a little bit of damage to her interior anatomy. But I'm seeing none."

Morgan smirked. "Well, I can give you an answer to that one, doc. Just point your eyes upward a few inches, and look at that asshole. The prettiest, tightest little ass I've ever had the pleasure to stick it to. When you've got something that beautiful staring at you, taunting you like that... how could any pussy compare to that, seriously?"

Henneman nodded as if he understood this. "Well, I was just worried that maybe... you had other reasons for avoiding engaging in vaginal intercourse with Miss Williams? I would like to remind you that the semen you produce is..."

"Yeah, I know, doc," Morgan said with a mild hint of annoyance. "You tell me that every time I'm in here. I know my boys ain't swimming."

"So really, there's no reason you can't..."

Morgan was looking more aggravated now. "You done examining her, doc?"

Sighing, Henneman rose up to his feet. "Yes, I suppose I am. Everything seems to be in order," he said, reaching to his work table to fetch a bottle of pills and glass of water. "Stand up," he coldly instructed Ash. "Turn around. Take this," he handed her one of the pills out of the bottle and, once it was in her mouth, gave her the glass of water to drink from. Ash obediently swallowed down the pill.

Morgan gestured to one of her Phantom underlings through the window of the infirmary. "Take her back to my cabin," she instructed the woman once she had stepped inside the room. "Grab a strap-on from my desk and get it ready if you're in the mood. But don't you fucking start until I get back, you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," the Phantom said, the look she gave Ash as she led her away leaving it obvious that she was most definitely "in the mood."

Once the door to the office closed, and Morgan and Henneman were alone, Morgan began shuffling her feet nervously. "Doc, can I talk to you about something? Something that's been kinda bugging me."

"Of course," Henneman said, taking a seat and giving his full attention to the Phantom leader. "Have a seat if you want."

"Nah, it's cool," Morgan said. "Thing is... shit, I don't know how to say this. I've been thinking a lot lately. About Delilah. And Wendy. The bitches I've had since you gave me this cock."

Henneman nodded, keeping his face as free of emotion as possible. "Lovely ladies. Such a shame about what happened."

"That's just it, doc. Ever since I've gotten this thing," Morgan grabbed at her crotch again, as if Henneman needed it clarified what "this thing" referred to, "seems like my bitches only last a few months before going bad on me. Back when I just had my normal lady parts, I could keep a bitch beaten down and obedient for so much longer, before I got bored and disposed of them. Now, though... it's almost like this thing is cursed or something. I don't even get a chance to get bored before my bitch tries to kill me, or she offs herself... I'm wondering if maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I should have you take this thing off me."

"Nonsense," Henneman assured her. "A coincidence, that's all. Really, Miss Lezayen. After how many times you've enthused to me about the joys of feeling your penis embedded inside some young woman's anatomy... you really want to give that up?"

Morgan looked a bit helpless. "Yeah, you're right. But it's... I'm worried. My bitch right now... she's so amazing. I look into her eyes sometimes when she's sucking my cock, or when I've got her legs over my shoulders and I'm drilling her ass... and I can just feel my heart swell inside me. But at the same time, I wonder when it's going to happen. When she's going to flip out on me like the others did. And it scares the shit out of me. The thought of finding her dead one day... or having to kill her myself... makes me feel like I'm gonna puke. This one... she's the best one I've ever had, doc."

"I remember you saying that exact same thing about at least three other girls, Miss Lezayen," Henneman observed. "At least two of which, I seem to recall, you disposed of yourself when you tired of them."

"But this time's different, doc! I really think this one is something special," Morgan said, her voice trembling a little bit. "After what that bastard Crayman did, and the way I saw Kelly disrespecting her own bitch... makes me realize just how precious a good bitch like mine really is. It's why I... I don't want to... to spoil this, you know? Don't want her to turn out to be just like Delilah and Wendy."

"She won't, Miss Lezayen. I'm sure of it," Henneman said, standing up to more easily look Morgan in the eye. "We'll keep a close eye on her mental state, make sure she isn't exhibiting any signs of an episode like your previous two bitches experienced. Trust me: it isn't going to happen again. And even if the unexpected happens... just enjoy your bitch while you can, in every way you can. In the end, it's all you can really do, isn't it?"

Morgan didn't seem completely assured, but she nodded in understanding. "Thanks, doc. Don't know how we'd ever get along without you."

"You couldn't," Henneman said with a smirk. "Go on. I'm sure your bitch is eager for your return," he cast a furtive glance down at the now massive bulge threatening to burst out of Morgan's pants. "And you look quite eager as well."

The Phantom grinned bashfully. "Shit, doc, the way you had her bent over like that, waving that perfect ass right in my face... how the fuck you expect me to keep control? Yeah, I'd better get going," she turned to the door, and paused a moment to add. "Oh, by the way... the files are decrypted."

"What?!?" Henneman angrily exclaimed, immediately losing his cool as he dashed over to the nearby console. "For God's sake, why the hell didn't you tell me that before?"

"Didn't want you distracted while you were tending to my bitch, doc," Morgan said. She opened the door to the infirmary and raised a hand to wave as she left. "Enjoy."

Henneman said nothing, barely noticing her departure as he watched the files scroll on his screen. "Yes, yes, yes," he muttered, breath coming in short gasps as he looked over the formulas in front of him. "All here. It's all here. Everything I..."

He paused for a moment to calm himself. For as much as he had anticipated this moment, the years he had spent waiting to have this information, it would have to wait. Morgan's visit, and the information she had let slip, was a more pressing affair. To himself, and to his main benefactor.

Closing the display of files for a moment, he re-opened his video messaging software. Tapping his way through several menus, he applied the full list of encryption filters available before opening the connection. A long nervous wait followed, Henneman tapping his fingertips against the surface of the desk as he watched the screen.

After a while, the call was finally connected. With all the encryption applied to the transmission, the person at the other end was barely visible through a haze of static. The voice on the other side, however, was loud and clear: "The hedge sparrow fed the cuckoo so long..."

"That it had it head bit off by it young," Henneman responded.

"Report."

"There may be a problem," Henneman said. "I think Miss Lezayen may be starting to suspect."

A long pause on the other end. "That is not acceptable. You assured me that you could keep her in line."

Henneman glanced outside the windows of the infirmary, making sure nobody was watching. "Keeping her in line isn't the problem. It's her 'bitches' that are hard to account for. The last two women that were provided, once they figured out they were... well, in the end we're all slaves to our biology, I suppose. Miss Lezayen may not be bright, but even she's noticing that her slaves are experiencing strange mood swings a few months after she starts putting them into service."

"You're saying she knows?"

"I don't think so, no. But she's made enough of a connection that she's... restricting her activities to the rear entrance, so to speak."

He couldn't see the person at the other end of the call, but the tone of his benefactor's voice was agitated. "I won't have you screw this up. Do whatever it takes, just convince her that nothing's wrong. That she can mate with her slaves in a more conventional fashion."

"That may be difficult. I'm still not sure how I was able to convince her to even have that thing attached to her in the first place," Henneman said. "But I'll see what I can do. I gave her current captive a clomifene treatment mixed with letrozole, should help ensure things go smoothly if we can get Miss Lezayen back on the program."

He glanced over at his datapad, pulling up a list of the decoded files. "And if all else fails... we may have other options opening up for us."
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