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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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"Move, bitch," said the scar-faced Phantom, shoving Miranda out of the lift.

"Okay, okay," Miranda meekly said. She tried her best to look defeated as the Phantom ushered her in the direction of the medbay.

The truth, though, was that from the second she had gotten off the shuttle, she was already assessing the situation. She hadn't become the Illusive Man's right hand with just a pretty smile, after all. No doubt her current captors expected her to be too scared for her sister's well-being to be thinking straight in this situation. On the contrary: Ori being in danger had only made Miranda more determined to get a feel for what things were like on the captured Normandy, and what sort of people made up the new Cerberus, in order to consider their options for escape.

Making a big show of keeping her head down and struggling against the bonds that kept her hands fastened behind her back, Miranda shot glances up at the crew milling around Deck 2. Not a familiar face among them, but Miranda wasn't surprised. The people she had associated herself with back in her Cerberus days had either gotten far away from them long ago, or had most likely died during the war.

The crew that Miranda did see, she pegged instantly as mercenaries. The way they kept their distance from each other, locked eyes with each other as they passed. These were people that were used to not trusting anyone but themselves.

So how did this Shepard clone and Lilium... Brooks, how did they manage to convince a bunch of mercs to join up with Cerberus? she mused to herself. Brooks mentioned something about my father's money back on Ontarom. Did they hack into his bank accounts?

She had never concerned herself too much with what had happened to her father's fortune after his death. No doubt she could have made a good case for she and Oriana being his lawful heirs, but she had no desire to spend even a cent of her father's money. She and Ori would make their own lives, without Henry Lawson's billions. Perhaps she had made a mistake, though, if this new Cerberus had gotten their hands on the money instead.

But it still didn't line up. These mercs weren't the kind of high-priced professionals that Henry Lawson's money would buy. These were common thugs, probably scraped up from the scum of Omega or some other trash heap. Not the kind of muscle that Lawson money could buy.

In fact, the only evidence that Miranda had seen of real spending was the Phantoms that had assaulted the Ontarom facility. Genetic modifications like the ones that gave the Phantoms their agility and power didn't come cheap. But there, again, was the strange contradiction: the women who had been given these enhancements were the same low-rent thugs that she was seeing wearing Cerberus uniforms on this deck. Hell, the woman who was escorting her right now was evidence enough of that; Miranda had seen enough in her medical studies to recognize the jagged scars running down her cheek as coming from a broken bottle, no doubt gotten in a brawl in some seedy back-alley bar. So much money spent on these women, when it could have gone to enhancing the abilities of much more capable, experienced fighters.

All of these thoughts ran through her head in the thirty seconds it took for the Phantom to usher her into the medbay. For a split second, Miranda wondered if she would see Dr. Chakwas sitting in her usual spot. But it was a foolish idea: Chakwas hadn't joined Cerberus for the cause; she had joined for Shepard. And while some of these ignorant mercs could have possibly been fooled into believing that the woman in charge of things here was the real Shepard, Dr. Chakwas was too intelligent to make that sort of mistake.

No, the person who greeted them as they walked into the medbay was a younger man, slim and dressed in a white labcoat. He didn't seem to hear the door opening, too busy poring over something on a terminal. After a few seconds of waiting, the Phantom cleared her throat loudly.

"Oh," the man exclaimed, turning his attention to his visitors. The first thing Miranda noticed about him were the glasses perched on his nose. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen anyone wearing the antiquated things; most people these days had any potential vision problems engineered away in utero. Even failing that, medical treatments to correct eye problems were cheap and commonplace. Another cheap merc too busy buying booze and hookers to spend the money on a simple eye job? she thought.

But no. This man didn't strike her the same way as the other crew of this hijacked vessel. A smile came to his face as soon as he realized he had company. Getting up to his feet, he approached Miranda and extended a hand. "Miss Lawson, so glad that you've finally come aboard." When Miranda didn't return the handshake, it took the man a second to realize it wasn't out of rudeness. "Remove those blasted things, would you?" he instructed the Phantom in annoyance. "I severely doubt Miss Lawson is going to put up a fight." He turned back to Miranda with a grin. "You're not suicidal, are you, Miss Lawson?"

"No," Miranda quietly answered, as the Phantom disabled the hard-light restraints around her wrist. She let out a sigh of relief as she rubbed her aching shoulders.

"Good to hear," the man said. He glanced over at the Phantom again and narrowed his eyes. "Please, could you give us our privacy? I've got a very delicate operation to perform here, and I don't need you glaring over my shoulder."

The Phantom looked uncertain. "You want me to leave you alone with her? She might..."

"Might what?" the man rolled his eyes at the Phantom, pointing at the collar around Miranda's neck. "With her biotics suppressed, the most she could do is attack me physically. And I think I'll take my chances, if it's all the same. So, please, vacate the room immediately."

Shrugging, the Phantom left. The man let out a sigh of relief once she was gone. "Sorry. As I'm sure you've noticed, Cerberus these days doesn't exactly recruit the most... genteel of comrades. But that will change, I'm sure of it. Ah, but where was I?" he extended his hand again. "Dr. Ruben Henneman."

Trying her best to put a terrified tremble into her grip, Miranda obediently raised her hand to shake. All the while flitting her eyes around the medbay. She spotted any number of medical devices and objects she could use to kill this man in a fraction of a second, if she truly wanted to. But as he had said, she was not suicidal; killing this man would accomplish nothing but putting herself and Oriana in danger of punishment. So instead, she played the part of the defeated captive and shook the doctor's hand.

Henneman stared at her as they shook, as if waiting for her to say something. "Uh..." she finally spoke up, "Miranda Lawson."

"You don't remember me, do you?" Henneman said. "I mean, I don't really blame you. A lot of us went through Cerberus back in the day. I'm sure I'm just one of any number of operatives you worked with back then." He released her hand and shrugged. "Well, don't worry about it. I won't hold it against you." He adjusted his glasses before slapping his hands together. "Now then... to the business at hand. Need to get that blasted chip out of you before the Alliance determines our trajectory. So, if you would please disrobe for me, we can begin the operation."

Miranda paused, looking hesitant. Henneman saw the nervous look on her face and his expression turned serious. "Trust me, Miss Lawson. I take no pleasure from this," Henneman said. "But we need to remove that chip as soon as possible. I don't mean to sound threatening, but your choices are either to remove your clothing yourself, or I call that lovely woman back in here to take your clothes off for you. And that's quite a lovely outfit you're wearing. I would hate to see it torn to shreds. So... what will it be?"

Nodding in understanding, Miranda began unzipping her outfit. Henneman watched dispassionately as she shed her outer clothing, eventually standing in just black lacy lingerie. When she paused again, Henneman furrowed his brow. "Fully disrobe, Miss Lawson," he prodded her. "This is very delicate work, and I don't want anything to get in my way."

Miranda glanced at the open windows of the medbay, several crew members already gawking through the glass at the spectacle going on on the other side. Henneman followed her gaze and slapped his forehead. "Oh, of course. My apologies." Stepping over to a side panel, he pressed several buttons, and the glass of the windows darkened, eventually turning opaque. Through the glass, Miranda heard loud groans of disappointment, as she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor.

As Miranda's panties slid down her thighs, Henneman was pulling a handheld device off a nearby table. "Now, then," he said, as Miranda stood completely naked, "let's find that little Alliance bug of theirs." He showed no sign of interest in Miranda's curvaceous body as he ran the scanner along her. "Hmm, would they be that predicable?" he said, as he moved the device closer to her backside. There was a loud beeping sound, and Henneman let out a disgusted sound. "But of course. Well, then. If you'd please step over to the table and bend over."

Miranda walked over to where the doctor pointed her. It was an adjustable medical table, with three hinged sections. It was currently configured in a chair-like setup, the top section bent upwards and the bottom bent downwards. Henneman instructed her to stand against it and bend forward.

"Arms please," Henneman said to her, grabbing one of her wrists and putting it into position next to a strap. Seeing the concerned look on her face, Henneman smiled reassuringly. "As I said, this is very delicate work. Can't have you moving around too much, can we?" he said as he secured her other arm in a matching strap. Her current position left her ass up in the air, and Henneman crouched down to fasten ankle restraints around her legs. With her held securely in place, Henneman pulled up a chair and adjusted it until he was at eye level with Miranda's ass.

"Now, you're going to feel a slight pinch. Just a little local anesthetic to numb things back there," Henneman said behind her. She felt the sting of the needle shortly thereafter, and within seconds she began to lose sensation in her backside. "Stay very still now," Henneman said, and Miranda rested her head on the raised portion of the table as Henneman worked.

"I'm... sorry that I don't remember you," Miranda said. Right now, this man was just about the only friendly – or at least friendly-acting – person she had met since she and Ori had been captured. It was probably a good idea to make nice, have someone among her captors who she could potentially make into an ally. "Were you in one of our research cells?"

"Please be quiet, Miss Lawson," Henneman said, the friendliness from earlier gone as he worked. "If I make one wrong move while attempting to remove this chip, it will deliver an electric shock to me powerful enough to fry my internal organs. And while that might seem like a positive outcome to you, I assure you that the next attempt to remove this chip, should I perish, won't be nearly as skillful."

Miranda clamped her lips shut, putting an end to her attempts to befriend Henneman for now.

"But to answer your question," Henneman suddenly piped up after several minutes of silent work. "I wasn't part of a research cell, no. Which is a shame, because that was why I originally came to Cerberus. My studies at the time... well, let's just say that I felt I couldn't make any further progress under the watchful eye of the Alliance. I felt that Cerberus would offer me a great opportunity to pursue my particular areas of interest, without the ethical constraints that any other organization would hold me to."

Miranda kept silent, while Henneman's voice started to take on a tone of frustration. "But no, when I came to Cerberus, it was decided that I would serve the organization better out in the field. I was assigned to an infiltration unit. One with a very important task. Is this ringing any bells yet, Miss Lawson?"

Something was wrong here. The pleasant demeanor that Henneman had shown when she first arrived was draining out of his voice by the second. "I... I'm not..."

"I said quiet!" Henneman suddenly snapped. "I'm in the middle of talking, so don't fucking interrupt! Now, like I was saying, I was sent to infiltrate a team being organized by the Shadow Broker. I would play the part of their medic, work with them until they were brought in to assist on the Shadow Broker's latest project, and then inform the Illusive Man of my location so that he could take down the Broker once and for all. So there I was, forced to make myself look like some filthy, barely competent medic, when in truth I was smarter than all of them combined. That was the cover I lived under for years... William Hawkins."

And that was when Miranda remembered him. And realized she was in deep, deep trouble.

"Ah, there we are!" Henneman said in triumph. Getting up from his chair, he walked around to stand at the side of the table, exhibiting the small chip to Miranda. "Got a message for the Alliance you want to deliver, Miss Lawson? If you yell loud enough, maybe they'll hear you," he said snidely, as he laid the chip down on a side table directly in her eyesight. Before Miranda could open her mouth, Henneman bent down, picked up one of Miranda's discarded boots, and brought the tall heel down onto the chip with all his strength. The loud bang of the impact reverberated across the medbay, and Henneman pulled the boot away to reveal the smashed remnants of the Alliance tracking chip.

"Listen," Miranda said. "I... I didn't..."

Henneman wagged a finger at her. "Hold on, Miss Lawson. Still have to seal you back up," he said. He spoke to her mockingly, the formerly friendly smile on his face now leering and sinister. "Wouldn't want to leave that perfect little ass of yours with a nasty little scar, would we?" Smirking, he walked back out of Miranda's eyeline. "But I think you remember me now, don't you? You should. After all, you were the one who made the decision to send me on that mission. Send me to consort with those charming merc buddies of mine. Okoru, Roth, Yuri, Bowers... oh, and let's not forget the turian and the asari. Here I was, an absolutely brilliant scientist, spending my days and nights working with filthy, disgusting aliens. And all because of you."

The anesthetic Henneman gave her was starting to wear off, and Miranda could feel the cool sensation of Henneman rubbing medi-gel over the area of her backside where he had removed her tracking chip. "Tell me the truth, Miss Lawson: you did it to get rid of me, didn't you?" Henneman asked, and Miranda could feel flecks of saliva against her ass as he angrily spat out his words. "You knew damn well that for all your 'genetic perfection,' that I was smarter than you. That I was a better scientist than you. And if the Illusive Man saw what I was really capable of, that all of your ass-shaking and cock-sucking wouldn't be enough for you to stay as his favorite anymore. If he saw what I was truly capable of, it would have been me heading up Project Lazarus. It would have me standing at his right hand."

The truth was, Miranda had been trying to get rid of Henneman. But not for any of the conspiracy-laden, misogynistic reasons he had concocted in his mind; she had sent him out on the assignment to infiltrate the Shadow Broker's mercs simply because... he frightened her. The things he wanted to study, the ideas he had wanted to pursue... Cerberus may have been up to some questionable things back then, but somebody like Henneman wanted to push things so much further. That, combined with his psych profile, was enough to convince Miranda that Ruben Henneman was not the type of man she wanted to work alongside for any period of time.

So she had put him on the infiltration team, sent him as far away from any of Cerberus's scientific operations as she could. And up until now, she had managed to put him completely out of her mind.

"But really... I should thank you, Miss Lawson," Henneman said, his hand massaging the medi-gel into Miranda's ass. "Because the Shadow Broker gave me an opportunity that Cerberus never did. The chance to study things, develop things that Cerberus would have never dared to attempt. The project that the Shadow Broker was working on, Project Lucretius... it opened my eyes to possibilities I had never even considered before. And now that Shepard and Brooks have helped me to retrieve the project notes, I can finally finish what I started." He let out a hideous giggle. "And I'm looking forward to you being one of my test subjects, Miss Lawson. You... and your pretty sister."

For the first time since she had been captured, Miranda lost control. "You son of a bitch," she snarled at him. "You lay a finger on Ori and I swear I'll..."

"God, I forgot how much I hated that voice of yours," Henneman said. Behind her, she heard the sound of tearing fabric, and then cried out as Henneman grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked. While her mouth was open, Henneman began shoving something between Miranda's lips, the cloth mass suddenly in her mouth keeping her from biting down on his fingers. After a moment, she realized in disgust that it was her own panties being forced into her mouth. Before she could spit them out, Henneman tied a torn strip of fabric from Miranda's clothes around her head, Miranda struggling against him but unable to put up much of a fight due to the restraints on her wrists and ankles.

"That fucking voice," Henneman said, as he finished securing the improvised gag in place. "So posh, so full of false intelligence. I can almost see how you fooled the Illusive Man for so long into thinking you were as smart as you claimed. That voice, and this ass being waved in his face." Miranda felt Henneman's hands grip onto her asscheeks roughly, letting out pained moans into her gag as the sadistic doctor mercilessly groped and kneaded her buttocks. "But that's not going to work in the new Cerberus, Miss Lawson. This organization values real intelligence over a nice set of tits and a perfect little ass. So I'll be in charge of the real work around here, and you? You'll just be a pretty little guinea pig."

Miranda shuddered as Henneman continued his groping of her ass. As if the situation couldn't get any worse, she felt one of his hands leave her backside, only to hear the sound of a zipper being undone. "I know I should wait," she heard him muttering. "Wait until the tests have begun. But as long as you're already in the position... it'd be a shame to let that sweet little cunt of yours go to waste."

She felt fingers begin roughly stroking her labia, prodding and feeling against her insides. She wanted to shift away from Henneman's molesting digits, but she could barely move an inch in her current position. She lost track of how long Henneman kept her there, feeling her pussy and clit until Miranda's body started reacting to the unwanted stimulation. She knew it was only a natural reaction, but she still felt disgusted as she felt the heat building in her pussy, her inner walls getting slick with forced arousal.

"There we go," Henneman moaned, and Miranda squinted her eyes shut as she felt his cock start to force itself inside her. He let out that horrible giggle again as his cock penetrated her fully. "Oh, don't pretend it's anything you haven't done a thousand times before," Henneman taunted her as he began slowly thrusting inside of her. "How many times did you bend over for the Illusive Man like this, hmm? And not just him, I'm sure. Kai Leng... that guy Taylor. Fuck, I wouldn't be surprised if every last man in Cerberus besides me had had his cock inside you by the end. And when you got bored with them, you turned traitor and started sucking Alliance cock instead. I can just see it now, all those Marines celebrating the end of the war by stripping you down and gangbanging you until you'd sucked down every last drop of their cum."

Miranda understood now why Henneman had waited to strap her down before showing his true colors. If she had her hands free right now, she might just find a scalpel to slit this bastard's throat, and damn the consequences. As it was, she was helpless as Henneman fucked her, directing hard slaps to her ass in between thrusts. He made sure to target the area on her ass he had just sealed up, making the blows twice as painful as they landed on Miranda's freshly closed wound.

"So don't worry too much, Miss Lawson," Henneman said, his cock driving in and out of her as he spoke. "You're going to fit in just fine with the new Cerberus. You'll resist at first, I'm sure. But once the tests have begun, it won't be long until you..."

"Well, now," a voice suddenly said. Henneman and Miranda both turned in the direction of the sound, Henneman still buried balls-deep in Miranda as he saw Brooks enter the medbay. "Not telling you how to do your job, Doc... but I doubt they put the tracking chip in there."
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