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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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"Miss... Kelly... Chambers," Inania suddenly stated out of the blue. "I have received a message from Miss... Crooks. Your presence is requested in the shuttle bay immediately."

The words chilled Kelly to her bones. After her encounter with Morgan, she had secreted herself away in the Normandy's cockpit. She still wasn't entirely convinced of Erin's intentions, and had to remind herself constantly that the woman, despite her seemingly friendly nature, had willingly played a part in the atrocities Cerberus had committed up to this point. But compared to being out among the other members of the crew – more specifically Morgan and her Phantom brethren – the cockpit was one of the few places she could feel relatively safe.

So to be pulled away from this haven, and summoned to the lair of Morgan's dangerous soldiers, was the last thing she wanted to hear. Nonetheless, she rose up from her seat and started towards the door.

"Miss... Chambers, I have been instructed by Miss... Crooks to notify you when you have forgotten your datapad," Inania pleasantly informed her, pointing to the pad resting next to where Kelly had been sitting. "Please be more diligent in the future."

"Right," Kelly said, turning back around to grab the notepad that was her contact to the mole on-board their rescue ship. It was easy to forget about it, considering how quiet the person on the other end had been since the Presrop mission. She has almost considered sending a message to the mole while Brooks and the clone were off on their latest mission, but thought better of it. It might have satisfied her curiosity, but any updates the spy gave her would be more information given to her captors. Better to not assist them any more than necessary.

She tried her best to take slow, deep breaths as she walked to the lift, all the while feeling her heart pounding in her chest. What could they need me for? she thought to herself as the lift slowly descended to its destination. Not like I have any new information for them or anything.

As the lift doors slid open, Kelly stepped out into the shuttle bay just in time to see the Normandy's shuttlecraft hover through the atmospheric bubble and into the ship. Several of the Phantoms milling around the shuttle bay, the ones not chosen for the latest mission, gave her narrow-eyed stares. But none of them laid a finger on her as she walked towards the shuttle, datapad clutched to her chest.

Once the shuttle had come to a rest, and the engine slowly whirred to a halt, Erin came out of the cockpit door and made a beeline directly towards Kelly. "We've got trouble," Erin quickly hissed out before Kelly could say a word. "The mission... went badly."

"What..." Kelly managed to get out, before the side door of the shuttle opened. Her eyes went wide as the sight of the first people to depart: it was Miranda, arms secured behind her back with a biotic suppression collar around her neck. Next to her, a younger woman who resembled her so strongly that it could only be her sister Oriana.

No, Kelly thought to herself in despair, After she had worked so hard to escape them... to be back in their clutches. How horrible. It only made Kelly that much more aware of the uniform she was currently wearing. When Miranda turned her gaze in Kelly's direction, Kelly stared back at her with wide, apologetic eyes. Please don't think I'm part of them, she wished she could say. Please don't believe I could willingly cooperate with this madness.

After them came Brooks and the clone, Kelly taking in a breath as she saw the glowering look that Shepard's doppelganger wore. Erin hadn't needed to say a thing; Kelly could tell right away from looking at the expression on the clone's face that something hadn't worked out down there.

The clone's eyes met Kelly's, just for a second, before she turned her attention to Cerberus's latest captives. "Get her up to the medbay at once," the clone instructed one of the Phantoms, pointing towards Miranda. "Doc needs to pull that tracking chip out of her as soon as possible."

Oriana looked fearful as the Phantom grabbed Miranda by the shoulder, leading her towards the lift. "I'll be okay, Ori," Miranda gave her sister false reassurance. "Don't worry about me."

Looking at Miranda's younger sister, Kelly wondered if it was actually Miranda that Oriana was truly worried about. As the lift doors closed on Miranda, the Phantoms milling around the shuttle bay started advancing on Oriana.

"Hey, boss," one of the Phantoms glanced over her shoulder at Morgan, who emerged from the shuttle with a grave expression. "This one's pretty cute. You mind if I sample the merchandise first?"

Gripping the front of Oriana's blouse, the Phantom roughly yanked it away, tearing the flimsy garment open and exposing Oriana's small breasts to the crowd of leering rapists. Oriana gasped, unable to cover herself with her hands secured behind her back.

Coming up from behind, Morgan bared her teeth as she grabbed the eager Phantom by the hair. "You wanna put it back in your pants, Wells?" Morgan said, a tremor apparent in her voice as she roughly yanked the Phantom's head backward. "Maybe take some time to pay respect to the dead before you start fucking the new girl?"

"Dead?" Kelly blurted out, as Morgan directed the Phantom to lead Oriana over to the lift. "What happened down there?"

They all turned in her direction, and Kelly instantly regretted opening her mouth. "A good question, Miss Chambers," the clone said, pushing her way through the crowd of Phantoms towards Kelly. "What happened, is that we got ambushed. Ambushed by the crew of the ship that we're supposed to have a mole on. Four of our people are dead down there right now, because we didn't get advance warning about what the Orpheus was up to. How exactly do you suppose that happened, huh?"

Kelly took a step back, as the furious Cerberus commander advanced on her. "I... I don't know," Kelly said. "The mole... they haven't sent a message since Presrop."

"Really?" the clone said, yanking the datapad out of Kelly's grasp and narrowing her eyes at it. "You wouldn't be hiding anything from me, would you?"

"No, I didn't. I mean, I wouldn't."

"Quite sure now?" the clone said, tapping buttons on the pad. "I find something here that you should have brought to our attention, I'm not going to be very happy."

Kelly shivered as the clone went through the message log on the pad. She had nothing to hide, she really didn't. But with the furious mood that the clone was in, she wasn't sure that being innocent would be enough to escape her wrath.

After a long, tense pause, the clone finally deactivated the pad and tossed it onto a nearby crate. "Well, it appears you're telling the truth. The mole hasn't sent any messages for quite a while."

Just as Kelly started to breathe a sigh of relief, the clone gestured to two of the Phantoms, who came up beside Kelly and grabbed her by the arms. "Which tells me that you aren't doing your job, Miss Chambers," the clone said, her tone low and seething. "You're supposed to keep the mole talking, keep their morale up. And the fact that they didn't think to inform us about the ambush waiting for us, makes me think you need to work harder at keeping our operative happy."

"I will," Kelly said, wincing in pain at the tight grip on her arms. "I swear I will."

The clone put thumb and forefinger to her chin, staring at Kelly like a gem she was appraising. "Hmm... no, not quite sure you've learned your lesson. Ladies... over there, please."

The Phantoms marched her over to a nearby supply crate, and as one of them pressed a hand to her back and forcibly bent her over the box, Kelly realized what the clone intended for her. "No, please!" she begged, as she heard the clone's armored boots clanging against the metal floor behind her. As the two Phantoms held her in place, Kelly felt fingers gripping the waistband of her uniform pants. She gasped as the clone yanked down hard, pulling down trousers and panties in one motion and exposing her bare pussy and ass to the entire room. "I swear I did everything I could, please!"

"Morgan, get me something to fuck this incompetent bitch with," the clone said.

Kelly struggled against the hands pressing her down, as she felt the clone start rubbing her fingers against the folds of her cunt. "Did everything you could, huh, Kelly? Well, Kelly... 'everything you could' wasn't enough, was it? Matter of fact, it makes me start to wonder if it's even worth trusting you with something this important. Maybe your talents would be better suited... down below. You and your precious Samantha, doing your parts to entertain the troops. Sound good to you?"

Kelly whimpered, glancing over her shoulder to see Morgan hand the clone a thick strap-on. The Phantoms in the shuttle bay, now joined by the survivors from the Ontarom mission, chuckled and leered at their commander as she fastened the sex toy onto her armored hips. "I get her next," Kelly heard one of the Phantoms declare.

"Love, not that I wouldn't enjoy seeing you and our comrades give our lovely yeoman here a good fucking," Kelly heard Brooks saying somewhere out of her eye range. "But I'm not sure punishing Kelly for what happened down there is entirely appropriate."

Another defense, from an unexpected source. "Yeah, it was the mole that fucked us, not Kelly," Morgan said. "If anybody should be bent over a crate with their ass in the air right now, it's our snitch on the Orpheus, not Kelly."

Despite the doubts from her comrades, the simmering anger on the twisted parody of Commander Shepard's face did not falter. She had positioned herself behind the helpless, struggling Kelly, hands roughly kneading Kelly's buttocks. "You might be right," she said, "But since I doubt we have a strap-on on this ship long enough to reach our useless mole's backside, we'll just have to make do with punishing Miss Chambers."

Kelly clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, as she felt the head of the thick rubber phallus start to stroke and rub against her dry slit. She heard the clone spit on her palm, before wiping the saliva along the length of the fake prick at her hips.

"Anything to say in your defense, Miss Chambers, before I carry out your punishment?" the clone said, as Kelly felt the strap-on start parting her folds.

Closing her eyes, Kelly saw an image of Sam in her mind. Smiling and laughing, the way she had back home. The home that was now a graveyard, all thanks to Kelly.

And it was only a matter of time, Kelly knew, before Sam ended up bent over a crate just like her. Now that she might have lost her status as a Cerberus operative, there'd be nothing stopping the clone from throwing Sam to the wolves along with her.

"I'm sorry," Kelly whispered to the image of Sam in her mind. "I'm so sorry."

And just like that, the slight pressure of the strap-on playing against her labia vanished.

"There, was that so hard?" the clone exclaimed. Before Kelly even knew what was happening, the hands holding her down disappeared as well. Standing up tentatively, she turned to see the clone with a sneering grin on her face.

"Taking responsibility for your actions, Miss Chambers. That's all I was looking for. A nice, sincere apology for getting my people killed," the clone said. Unfastening the strap-on, she yanked it off and hurled it aside. "You going to try harder to make sure our mole keeps talking, Miss Chambers?"

Still a little surprised at her sudden reprieve, it took a second for Kelly to get her wits back enough to say, "Yes, I will. I promise."

Seeing the cocky look on the clone's face, Kelly realized that the clone had never had any intention of raping her. For her, it was all about showing her dominance over Kelly. The chance to prove her superiority, and to remind Kelly that she was a slave to her whims. That got her twisted captor off more than any sex would ever manage.

"Alright, then. Well, now that that's taken care of," she turned to Brooks. "Maya, how about you finish up the arrangements with that ugly partner of ours, so we can be ready for our last stop? I would handle it, but God knows the last thing he'd want to see is my face, right?"

"Of course," Brooks said, paying no attention to Kelly as she hesitantly grabbed the pants puddled at her ankles and slowly pulled them up. "I'll make the call right away."

"Oh, and put this someplace safe," the clone said, taking an object wrapped in white cloth from one of the Phantoms and lightly tossing it to Brooks. "Wouldn't want our trophy to get too scuffed, would we?"

Brooks smiled wryly. "I think we've got some room in the back of the freezer," she quipped.

Turning, the clone looked at Morgan. "Miss Lezayen, is your team still ready for one more big fight? You lost some good people down there, I know, but..."

"Don't worry, ma'am," Morgan said, keeping her voice steady with some effort. "As long as our... comrades don't stab us in the back, we should have more than enough to accomplish the mission."

"Good to hear," the clone said, cool and professional now despite threatening to rape one of her crew just moments before. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm heading back up to my cabin. Think all of us have earned a rest after what happened down there."

Without waiting for a response, the clone strode to the lift and departed. Once she was gone, Brooks approached the shaken Kelly. "My partner may have been a bit... dramatic about it, but the point is made, I think. The next time the mole contacts you, you make it quite clear to them that withholding any information, any at all, is not an option. If they have any trouble with the concept, just mention the name Paul Benedict. That should get their attention, I think."

Trying her best to regain her composure after what just happened, Kelly nodded obediently. Shifting the wrapped object under her arm, Brooks grabbed Kelly's datapad with her free hand and passed it to the shaken yeoman. "You'll do fine, Kelly," she said. "As long as... heh, you keep your head on your shoulders," she said, chuckling to herself and patting the melon-sized object tucked under her arm before departed.

Staring down at the floor, Kelly struggled to get her panting breaths under control, still feeling that cold touch of the clone's fingers against her privates and shuddering at the memory. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up expecting to see Crooks there, being her usual calming self.

But instead, it was Morgan standing in front of her, a melancholy expression on her face. Kelly went rigid, remembering her last encounter with the unstable Cerberus security officer. She expected any moment for the muscular woman's face to turn hard, for her hand's grip to tighten painfully on her shoulder.

Morgan stared down at her for several long seconds, twice opening her mouth as if to speak but saying nothing. Finally, the giant merc simply turned and walked away without a word.
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