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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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The door slid open, and Ash snapped awake at the sound. Morgan walked through the door into her cabin, not even glancing in Ash's direction as she closed and locked the door behind her. Sullenly, the Phantom leader began removing her armor, piece by piece. Ash flicked her gaze down to Morgan's groin as the hip section of her armor tumbled to the floor, and was surprised to see no hint of a genetically-modified erection poking through the fabric of her Cerberus uniform.

"Should have killed her," Morgan was muttering to herself, leaving her armor scattered across the office floor as she slumped down into her chair. Snatching up a nearby dumbbell, she began pumping her arm rapidly. "Don't know why the bosses wanted me to let her live. Should have bled that fucking sniper out with Rena's sword right there."

Ash sat silently on the couch, watching her agitated captor with a hint of fear. In all the time she had spent under Morgan's watchful eye, Ash had never seen the muscular blonde woman in this state. Standing back up just seconds after she sat down, she spasmodically switched the dumbbell from hand to hand, her teeth gritted in exertion and anger as she instinctually exercised her arm muscles.

"Wasn't supposed to happen like this," Morgan was muttering to herself, pacing back and forth as she furiously pumped the dumbbell. "Should have stayed and fought. Should have killed them all. My people are dead down there and we... we..."

Letting out an anguished cry, Morgan tossed the dumbbell down to the floor. Ash glanced down to see the dent left from the force of Morgan's throw. Morgan threw her head back and screamed, loud enough that Ash was sure everyone on the ship would have to hear her cries.

Morgan screamed until she ran out of air, then dropped down to her knees and began directing hard fists to the floor. It brought flashes back to Ash of Morgan pummeling Crayman's head until it was little more than a bloody mess. Ash kept her body tense, ready at any moment for Morgan to turn her anger on her prized bitch.

Finally, after her enraged blows against the dented floor led to nothing but a sore hand, Morgan stopped, her breath heavy and ragged. For a long while, the only sound was the Normandy's engines beneath them, and Morgan's rough breathing.

"There's... there's a settlement on Bekenstein," Morgan finally said, staring off into space. Ash wasn't sure if she was talking to Ash, herself, or perhaps some imaginary third party. "Off-the-grid, not many people know it exists. Kinda place where your credits are always good, no matter how you came by them. Rena used to always talk about how someday, once she saved up enough from some well-paying jobs, that she was gonna put down the money and retire there." Morgan let out a laugh that, with her throat still raw from screaming, quickly turned into a cough. "Always sounded stupid to me. The kind of sentimental crap I gave up a long time ago. But the way she used to describe that place... made it sound so beautiful." Morgan shook her head. "Well, doesn't matter now, does it? She's fucking dead. Her, Lucia, Maeva and Terese. All dead."

Ash kept her face blank, while inside she was celebrating. Hell yes, The Real Ash exclaimed, About time the Alliance took a few of you bitches down. The more Phantom corpses, the merrier. The fact that one of the casualties was the Phantom Morgan had shared Ash with not that long ago made it all the sweeter.

And yet... here they were. Morgan was back, and not in Alliance custody. From the sound of Morgan's grief-stricken rambling, the encounter had ended with Cerberus escaping, and not killing their attackers. But despite the thrill of Cerberus being forced to turn tail and run, it left Ash in the exact same position she had been in before: in the clutches of a psychotic, rapist freak.

"All the things that... that I never got to say to them," Morgan said, wiping at her nose. "Never got to thank them for all the good work they had done. Can't make those sorts of mistakes anymore." For the first time since Morgan had arrived in the room, she turned to acknowledge Ash's presence. "Bitch, come here."

Standing up, Ash kept her eyes deferentially on the floor as she approached her "mistress."

"Stop," Morgan said, once Ash has reached her. Walking up to Ash, Morgan stroked her chin. Slowly, almost tenderly, she raised Ash's face until their eyes met. "You've been such a good little bitch," Morgan said. It wasn't anything Ash hadn't heard before, but the tone of her voice was strange. Not filled with that condescending mockery as before, but with a twisted sort of affection to it. "Helping me deal with that sick bastard Crayman, fucking who I tell you to fuck. You're so amazing, you know that?"

"Thank you, mistress," Ash said, playing the role of The Fake Ash to the hilt.

Morgan laid one of her rough, muscular hands against Ash's cheek, a trembling smile on her face. "I was talking to the doc before and he said... he suggested maybe I should try things a little differently. You know how much I love that asshole of yours, bitch. But he said that maybe I should try fucking you in your pussy for a bit. Do... do you think you might like that? Or should I keep taking you up the ass?" Seeing the confused look on Ash's face, Morgan gave her a gentle pat on the cheek. "Go ahead, bitch. You have my permission to answer however you want."

Quite a choice she's offering you, The Real Ash said in her mind. Would you like to be raped... or raped in a slightly less painful way?

The Fake Ash, meanwhile, was suddenly too stunned to offer a response. What exactly was going on here? As far as she knew, being Morgan's "bitch" meant she was little more than property to her. An obedient pet to fuck and order around. Not an actual human being with real choices and opinions. So for Morgan to actually ask Ash for her preference... God knows that not having her asshole regularly filled with Morgan's gigantic cock would be a bit of a relief. But something about this all just felt... off.

Then Ash remembered what had happened with Kelly. Morgan assuring the unsuspecting woman that it was perfectly alright for her to use Morgan's bitch, only to turn on her as soon as the act was over and reveal that she had just been testing Kelly.

That was what this was; Ash was sure of it. Just another one of Morgan's messed-up tests. Ash was positive that if she gave any other answer than the one Morgan wanted, Ash's time as Morgan's bitch would be over very shortly. No doubt after losing some of her people, Morgan was just looking for someone to take her anger out on, and Ash was the most convenient target.

Knowing all this, Ash muttered out her response. "I...wntytfckmss..." she said, speaking low and barely able to force out the words.

"What?" Morgan said, leaning in close. "I didn't catch that, bitch."

"I want you to fuck my ass, mistress," Ash said louder, meeting eyes with Morgan and trying her best to sound sincere. Certain that her life depended on it.

She watched her unbalanced captor, waiting for her to show any sign that she detected the lie in Ash's words. But soon, a grateful smile came to Morgan's face. "Say it again," she said.

"I want you to fuck my ass, mistress," Ash obediently repeated.

Closing her eyes, Morgan inhaled deeply through her nose. "Ohhhh... again..." she moaned, reaching down to her groin and rubbing the growing swell underneath her uniform.

Swallowing her pride, Ash spoke. "I want you to bend me over this desk, take your cock out of your pants, and fuck my asshole raw. Mistress," Ash said firmly, hating herself for saying the words but knowing that the alternative was far, far worse. Besides... the more aroused she got Morgan, the sooner this latest rape session would be over.

"Of course you do," Morgan said. In a split second, she was behind Ash, grabbing her by the shoulders and bending her by the waist. Ash felt the cold surface of Morgan's desk against her tits, and heard the familiar sound of Morgan's zipper being undone. "Of course you do, because you're such a wonderful, beautiful bitch," Morgan was saying. Out of her peripheral vision, Ash spotted the bottle of lube on Morgan's desk being snatched up. "And your mistress is going to give you exactly what you want."

Gripping the edge of Morgan's desk, Ash prepared herself for the anal onslaught. But instead of Morgan jamming her cock roughly into Ash's anus, Ash felt the head of Morgan's prick gently begin forcing open her puckered opening.

"I've been so cruel to you, my sweet bitch," Morgan said, her hands gripping tightly onto Ash's asscheeks and spreading them wide. "I've been fucking you like some dirty Omega whore, when I should be treating you like the thing of beauty you truly are. Hard and fast isn't the right thing at all for my personal bitch. You deserve to have me take it nice... and slow. To let you feel every last inch of your mistress's cock inside of you."

And true to her word, Ash felt Morgan's cock begin to slowly fill her insides. Not the fast, rough fucking Ash had almost become used to, but a slow penetration. It seemed like ages before she felt the press of Morgan's hips against her backside, and for a while Morgan simply left herself sheathed inside of Ash's anal passage, relishing the tight grip of Ash's ass around her cock.

"Say it again, bitch," Morgan cooed from somewhere above Ash's head. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to fuck my ass, mistress," Ash said again. She could feel Morgan's thick length slowly slide out of her, until the head of Morgan's prick was all that remained inside. Again, slowly, Morgan thrust her cock inside of Ash.

Ash wasn't sure if this new situation was better or worse. On the one hand, Morgan's slower pace meant that the whole process of the Phantom leader getting her rocks off would take that much longer. On the other... it certainly was a lot less painful.

Actually, if she was being completely honest... after the week or so of taking Morgan's hard shaft up her ass, her anal passage had been loosened up to the point that Morgan's measured, almost gentle thrusts were...

No. God, no, you did not just start to think that. You couldn't...

But she did. Forgetting her horrible situation, the unknown fates of her friends and comrades, and that she was being held captive by a madwoman... if she put that all out of her mind for just the moment, what was happening to her right now... wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"I'm going to keep my promise to you," Morgan said, as she slowly pulled out for another thrust. "I may not have been able to protect Rena and the others, but I promise I'm going to protect you. For as long as I live, I'm going to keep you safe," she assured Ash, as she buried her full length into Ash again.

Ash heard herself let out a moan, and definitely not one of pain. God, had it finally happened? Had this crazy bitch finally broken her? She waited for The Real Ash to start her griping again. Call Ash pathetic for bending to the will of her captor.

But instead, she was surprised to hear the soft, soothing tones of The Fake Ash in her head. You have one task right now, the voice said. One thing that will keep you alive, and make sure you survive until rescue arrives. And that is to convince this woman that you are happy being her slave. That you enjoy bending over and taking her cock. That nothing in life gives you more pleasure that following her every order. That is what you have to do to live. And let's face it... isn't that job a lot easier... aren't you a lot more convincing if some part of you... even if it's just a small part... starts to actually enjoy it?

It was a crap rationalization. But it didn't prevent her from letting out another moan as Morgan's cock filled her again. Morgan had picked up the pace, pumping inside her steadily but not at the punishing rate she had employed before. Every thrust elicited another sound from Ash, as she started to thrust her hips back into Morgan. Soon Morgan found herself having to fuck Ash harder, just to keep up with the frantic press of Ash's backside against her.

"I want you to fuck my ass, mistress," Ash said without being prompted. "Fuck my ass, please. Fuck my ass, mistress."

"Oh, fuck," Morgan cried out, the mix of Ash's desperate pleas in her ears and Ash's inner walls clutching at her cock driving Morgan over the brink. Before Morgan could pull out, and perform their usual finishing routine of Ash sucking Morgan off, Ash felt Morgan's cock start to spew inside of her. Ash lewdly moaned as she felt Morgan's hot seed fill her intestines, rolling her hips around Morgan's length as it discharged inside of her.

As Morgan pulled her wilting member out, Ash reached a hand back behind her. With a lewd sound, she strained her anal muscles and forced Morgan's load out into her outstretched palm. Standing up straight and turning around, she locked eyes with the exhausted Phantom leader as she brought up a hand full of jizz to her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she began hungrily licking the cum from her hand, savoring the look on Morgan's face as she lapped up every last drop of her mistress's fluids from her palm.

When rescue comes... when we have our chance to escape, The Fake Ash said in her mind, you can go back to who you were. You can be Ashley Williams, Alliance Marine and Spectre agent. But if you want to live until then... from this point forward, you need to be her bitch. Her obedient, sex-crazed slave.

And as Ash sucked on her fingers, swallowing down Morgan's cum with a smile, she waited for The Real Ash to raise an objection. But she heard nothing.
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