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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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Huddled in the dark under her blanket on the couch, Ash tried her best to ignore the throbbing pain in her backside and get some sleep. But on the other side of the room, she could hear Morgan's steady breathing, the Phantom getting in her thirty minutes of sleep for the evening. A reminder of just how little peace Ash was going to get before Morgan woke up again, invariably with a case of "morning wood," and only one idea for how to relieve it.

After her visit to the doctor's office, Morgan and the Phantom who'd delivered her back had taken turns inside her ass, Morgan gleefully urging the other Phantom to "fuck that bitch harder" with the sensory strap-on. The Fake Ash had been at her very best, letting out moans and cries, trying her best to convince Morgan that having a thick cock and strap-on shoved up her ass for the hundredth time had suddenly turned it into a pleasurable experience, and not just as painful and humiliating to her as it was the first time.

But something peculiar had happened. There had been a strange moment, after the other Phantom had left and Ash had been left alone with Morgan. Ash had been on her hands and knees, waiting for the inevitable thrust of Morgan's cock down into her ass, when she felt the thick head of her captor's prick start tentatively brushing against her pussy lips instead.

Part of her wanted to cry out, "Yes, fuck my pussy, please! Anything but up my ass again!" But after a second of the maddening pressure against her labia, Morgan shifted, and Ash gritted her teeth as the Phantom's thick cock started fucking her ass once again.

From there, it was the same dreadful routine, Morgan signalling just before her climax for Ash to get herself in position. Ash had discovered during their last session that sticking her fingers up inside Morgan's cunt while sucking her cock made her "Mistress" cum that much faster. She'd earned an appreciative pat on the head for that the last time, and so she'd been quick to repeat the same trick tonight. Her tongue and lips worked along the thick, veiny length that had been pummeling her ass just seconds ago, while she feverishly finger-fucked Morgan's cunt. Before long, she could feel Morgan's cum start flooding her mouth, and she worked her now well-trained throat muscles to swallow as much of the sticky fluids as she could.

Pulling her shrinking cock away from Ash's mouth, Morgan had smiled in appreciation, as she saw that not a single drop of cum had escaped from Ash's lips, every bit of her copious load now churning deep down inside her obedient bitch's stomach. For one brief, nauseating second, Ash had actually felt a rush of pride fill her at her accomplishment, before her rational mind returned and she almost vomited back up all the cum she had so diligently swallowed.

After that, her giant cock now shrunk back down to its flaccid, two-inch state, Morgan headed over to her bed and curled up under the sheets. With the taste of Morgan's semen still on her tongue, Ash laid down on the couch and waited in agonized silence for her thirty minute reprieve to end.

As she watched the huddled form on the bed, slowly moving up and down with each deep breath, Ash tried to take solace in one of her many fantasies of escape. Of grabbing a gun, pumping shots into this sick bitch until the heatsink was tapped, and then crouching down and pissing all over her smoking corpse.

But with a mild bit of concern, she realized that she was finding it harder to paint that picture in her mind. She saw herself with the gun in her hand, but the Morgan in her imagination almost immediately slapped it away before Ash could even take aim. While the image of herself in her mind had started out in full Alliance armor, she soon saw herself naked, as Morgan punished her for her attempted attack by pinning her face-first against the wall, twisting her arm behind her back, and roughly fucking her ass yet again.

She tried to think about her friends, about Shepard and Liara and all her old comrades coming to her rescue instead. But try as she might, she couldn't summon an image of them aiming their weapons at Morgan and firing. Instead, they were all waiting in line, pants around their ankles with cocks or strap-ons ready for one of Ash's holes.

Vega was first, Morgan positioning Ash so that her mouth was ready to take his thick length down her throat. It wasn't like it had been at the party years ago; instead of letting Ash go at her own pace, Vega was roughly fucking Ash's mouth, giving her that cocky grin as he jerked his prick off into her face.

Garrus was next after that, his alien cock jutting out from between its protective plates, ready for Ash's tongue. His turian cum sprayed out onto her face after several minutes of sucking, Garrus moving aside to allow Tali to dangle a strange quarian strap-on in Ash's face. Tali was followed by Miranda and Jack, the two of them leaning to their sides to make out with each other, while Ash moved her head and her mouth back and forth between both of their strap-on cocks. Wrex's thick krogan cock was next, Ash barely able to get her lips around the head of it, before Wrex got annoyed and finally shoved his quad in Ash's face. After several minutes of kissing and licking the massive alien scrotum, she felt a torrent of warm jizz spray across her back, Wrex letting out a triumphant cry as his potent seed spilled across Ash's body. No sooner was he finished cumming than another quad was in her face, Grunt allowing his clan leader the first crack before taking his own turn at the obedient human slut.

One after another, all of her friends took their turn in her mouth, all while Morgan continued fucking her ass. In the back of her mind, Ash realized that this wasn't her just imagining anymore; she had fallen asleep and was in the midst of a terrifyingly vivid nightmare. But try as she might, she couldn't force herself to wake up.

"Look at that pathetic little slut," she heard someone saying. "Sucking cock like a dirty, back-alley whore. Can you believe they actually made her a Spectre?"

Ash wanted to say something in protest, but she was currently gagging on Jacob Taylor's thick meat. Behind him, Kasumi watched Jacob fuck Ash's face with a gleeful smile, her fingers stroking the fake cock covering her groin as she waited for her turn in line.

"Yeah, she really put up quite a fight," the same voice said sarcastically, from somewhere at the back of the line of people waiting to fuck her mouth. "Barely in captivity for a day before she was willingly bending over to take it up the ass. What a proud representative of the Council."

Jacob and Kasumi finished their turns, stepping aside to allow the serene asari Samara to present her strap-on cock for Ashley's mouth.

The voice again from out of sight. "She acts like she doesn't enjoy it, but I think deep down... she wants this. She enjoys being treated like a pet. Like a worthless hole to be fucked. I think she gets off on all this!"

Samara, Javik, Traynor and Kelly. Cortez and Zaeed. All her old friends and comrades took their turn inside Ash's mouth. All except two. As the last person to use her mouth moved aside, she saw Shepard and Liara standing there. Unlike the others, however, they were fully dressed, with no strap-ons waiting for Ash's mouth. It would have been a welcome sight, if not for the looks of disdain they were giving her, staring down at Ash's cum-soaked face with sneers of disgust.

"Disappointed, Ash?" Shepard asked snidely. "Looking forward to sucking both of us off? As much as I'm sure a whore like you would love it, that ain't gonna happen."

"You see," Liara said, her tone filled with pure disgust as she looked down at Ash, still getting ass-raped by Morgan. "We decided to give our turn at your filthy mouth to someone a lot more deserving."

The two of them stepped aside, and Ash's jaw dropped as she saw who was there. The voice... why hadn't she recognized the voice?

Because he's supposed to be dead, Ash thought to herself. He's dead, and this is a dream. Wake up, Ash, please wake up.

But she couldn't make herself escape from the nightmare. Stepping out from behind Shepard and Liara, Kaidan Alenko unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and knelt down in front of Ash.

"Suck it, bitch," Kaiden snarled at her, in a hateful tone she had never heard the real Kaidan use in all the time she knew him. "You obviously love it so much, so get to work."

As Ash took Kaidan's cock in her mouth, he continued lobbing insults at her. "Shepard chose you instead of me, and look what's become of it. You're nothing but a helpless, pathetic whore, pretending to be a soldier. Yeah, keep telling yourself you're going to make your move later. That you're just waiting for the opportunity to escape. Truth is that you've been beaten. You've been turned into this woman's obedient bitch, and you're loving every second of it, aren't you?"

Ash wanted to scream, to cry out in protest at this. But all she could do was continue to suck on the dead man's cock, while the relentless pounding of Morgan's cock in her ass went on... and on... and on...

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Ash's eyes snapped open, and she fought the urge to cry out as she found herself back in reality. The XO's cabin was still dark, and Morgan still snored contentedly in her bed. Ash had probably only dozed off for a few minutes.

It took a second for Ash to realize what had woken her, and she glanced over to realize that Morgan's office door had slid open. A dim shape moved in the darkness, walking slowly towards the bed at the other side of the room. Before Ash could get a good look at the face of the intruder, the door to the hallway slid shut, and the room was cast in almost total blackness.

"Morgan," said the man, speaking quietly but just loud enough for Ash to hear. She kept as still as possible, not wanting whoever this was to know she was awake. "Good old, predictable Morgan. Always taking your little nap at the same time every day."

She recognized the voice then: Crayman. The crewman who had tried to use her with Morgan's permission. From the slow way he shambled into the room, it was obvious he hadn't fully recovered from the beating Morgan had given him.

"Miss Chambers should have been more careful," Crayman muttered, his tone mocking as he advanced on Morgan's sleeping form. "Should have kept a closer eye when she entered in your door code. I was right there behind her to see it. To memorize it... so I can use it to pay you back for what you did to me."

Even in the dim light, Ash could see the pistol that Crayman pulled out of his pants. "Why, it's the funniest thing, Miss Brooks," she heard him mutter in a faux innocent tone. "I don't know what Miss Lezayen was thinking, leaving a gun out in her office like that, in easy reach of her bitch. Guess she just got careless... and she paid the price for it."

Now up close to Morgan's bed, Crayman raised the pistol up to aim at her sleeping form. "Die, bitch," Crayman spat out, as he took aim at Morgan's blond head.

There wasn't much time. "Lights!" Ash cried out, and the cabin went from pitch black to full daylight in an instant. The sudden brightness, combined with Ash's loud cry, caused Morgan's eyes to snap open, only to find herself staring down the barrel of Crayman's gun.

"Son of a..." Crayman growled, blinking at the sudden light. The distraction only caused him to hesitate for a second before he finally pulled the trigger, but that was enough time for Morgan to roll away, Crayman's bullet hitting the pillow right where his target's head had been. Before Crayman could line up another shot, Morgan was on her feet and charged like a bull straight for him. The two of them tumbled to the ground, the pistol spilling out from Crayman's grip and flying across the room.

"You fucking... bastard... piece... of shit..." Morgan spat curses at Crayman as her naked, bulky frame landed on top of him on the floor. Rising into a crouch, her weight holding him helplessly in place, Morgan began driving her fists into his face. With every punch was the sound of crunching bone, as Morgan's powerful strikes reduced Crayman's face to a pile of pulpy mush. No doubt he was already dead after three blows, but Morgan just kept throwing punches, blood, bone, and brain matter coating her fists as she angrily reduced the crewman's head to a stain on her cabin floor.

Ash's eyes went from the bloody mess on Morgan's hands to Crayman's gun, which had ended up landing about a foot from the couch where Ash was laying. Slowly, almost as if she were still in her dream, Ash reached out towards the weapon, feeling the cold grip in her hand as she took hold of it.

Morgan delivered one last punch to what remained of Crayman's head, breathing heavily as she surveyed the body in front of her. "That... that..." she stammered as she rose to her feet. "Not enough to use my bitch without permission, he tries to..."

Her words died in her throat, as she looked up to see what was in front of her: Ash on her feet, her hand trembling at her side, with Crayman's gun clenched tightly in her fingers. There was silence in the room for a long time, Morgan's gaze moving from Ash's eyes to the pistol in her hand.

Do it. Do it! Fucking do it already!, The Real Ash begged her. Point the gun at her head, and pull the trigger! Kill her!

But the gun in her hand remained motionless at her side, pointed harmlessly at the floor. Finally, after several silent seconds with no movement from either of them, Morgan walked slowly across the room towards Ash. One of her bare feet landed in the blood seeping from Crayman's ruined head, and Ash stared down at the dark red footprints Morgan left as she moved to stand in front of Ash.

With Morgan only a few feet from Ash now, there was another long pause. Morgan said nothing, simply looking down again at the pistol in Ash's hand. Her expression was completely blank as she seemed to wait for Ash to make the first move.

Ash slowly began to raise her hand, bringing the gun up past her waist... and Morgan grabbed it by the top, Ash opening her fingers wide to allow Morgan to pull the weapon away without a fight.

Staring down at the gun, Morgan ejected the heatsink with a sharp jerk, catching the flying tube in midair and tossing the gun aside. After another long stare at Ash, Morgan turned around, walked over to Crayman's body, and heaved it up over her shoulder with one arm.

Walking past Ash towards the door, buck-naked with a corpse slung over her shoulder, Morgan spoke for the first time since Ash had picked up the gun. "Got some trash to dispose of," she muttered, before opening the door and striding boldly out into the hall, a trail of dripping blood following behind her as she left.

Alone now, Ash stared down at the gun on the floor, useless now without a heatsink.

You didn't have a choice, the simpering voice of The Fake Ash said in her head. He was going to frame you for killing her!

You saved her life, was The Real Ash's simple response. He was going to kill her... and you saved her life.

I would have ended up dead if I had done anything else. Brooks and the clone, or Morgan, or someone else... if I had done anything differently, I'd have been killed.

You had a gun in your hand. All you had to do was point and shoot. All you fucking had to do was shoot her.

"It was the right call," The Fake Ash spoke out loud now, voice low and not with a lot of certainty. "The only thing I could have done if I didn't want them to kill me. It was the right call."

Kaidan was right about you, The Real Ash responded.

Ash clenched her fists, looked up at the ceiling, and screamed.
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