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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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Gasping, Henneman started to pull out of Miranda as Brooks stepped into the room.

"Stop!" Brooks called out. "You've been a loyal member of Cerberus up until now, doctor, but so help me... if you stop fucking that little bitch before I give you permission to stop, I'll toss you right out of the nearest airlock."

Henneman seemed confused, and Miranda could feel his manhood start to shrink inside of her. "M...Ma'am, I..." Henneman stammered.

"Shh," Brooks said, a devious smile on her face as she sauntered in their direction. "Really, Ruben. You think, after all we've been through together, that I'd have any problem with you enjoying yourself with Miss Lawson. Honestly, I'd be more concerned if you'd been able to resist the opportunity when it was presented." Leaning against a piece of medical equipment, Brooks arched an eyebrow. "So, by all means... continue."

"I... I'm not sure I can," Henneman meekly said. All of the anger and sadistic glee he had been exhibiting had withered in the face of his commanding officer.

Clucking her tongue, Brooks stepped over to Henneman. Miranda held back a sigh of relief as she felt the doctor's cock flop out from inside of her. "Don't like performing in public, doctor?" Miranda heard Brooks's breathy voice behind her. "Maybe you just need a little... audience participation."

"Ma'am, what are you..." Henneman started to say, before his words trailed off into a low moan. That, plus the wet slurping sounds Miranda heard, left it plainly obvious what was happening behind her. As Brooks sucked Henneman's cock, the doctor spoke between gasps, "But... what about..."

There was a wet pop as Henneman's cock left Brooks's mouth. "My esteemed partner?" she asked. "No doubt she's entertaining herself upstairs with her new blue cunt. Honestly, I love her to pieces, but I really don't see the appeal. I prefer my pussy nice... and pink."

Miranda gasped as she suddenly felt something warm and wet started pressing against her pussy folds. It took her a second before she realized in disgust that Brooks was eating her out. The dark-skinned woman's tongue started mercilessly probing Miranda's labia and clit. Miranda tried desperately to shift herself away from Brooks's unwelcome oral attentions, but her current tied-down position left her little room to maneuver. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, Miranda looked and instantly regretted it, as she saw Brooks had replaced her mouth on Henneman's cock with her hand, and was vigorously jerking him off while she licked and sucked on Miranda's defenseless cunt.

After several minutes of this treatment, Miranda felt Brooks's tongue leave her, and the Cerberus woman letting out a mocking chuckle. "Look at you, Miss Lawson. All nice and wet, ready for a second round with our good doctor's cock. What about it, Ruben? You ready to finish what you started?"

"Yes," Henneman moaned, and Miranda heard movement behind her as Brooks shifted out of his way. Miranda clenched her fists and squinted her eyes shut as she felt Henneman penetrate her again. Despite his earlier hesitation upon Brooks's arrival, he seemed to be fucking her twice as hard now, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing around the medbay as he raped her without mercy.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Brooks hummed appreciatively, as she moved to where she could be seen by Miranda. "You know, even if it turns out that this Cerberus ends up dead and buried like the last one did, it will have almost been worth it just I could enjoy this image. Miranda Lawson, proud and haughty right hand to the Illusive Man, bent over and fucked into submission."

If you think I've "submitted," you're terribly fucking mistaken, Miranda thought to herself, struggling not to let Brooks see her wince in pain as Henneman delivered another open-handed slap to her recently-closed surgery wound. Despite her disgust at the whole situation, after several minutes of rough fucking she could feel a warm tingle start to build inside of her.

Damn you, Miranda offered up a silent curse to her not-very-dear, thankfully-departed father. Part of his genetic modifications had been to greatly increase the sensation in Miranda's erogenous zones. The alterations to her nervous system resulted in her experiencing three times as much stimulation from sexual contact as a normal woman. Quite a positive thing when she engaged in consensual activities, yes, but in this circumstance, the fact that her body was starting to respond to this horrific treatment made her want to retch all over the panties shoved in her mouth.

Struggling to put her mind on something other than the cock fucking into her from behind, Miranda thought about Brooks. Or Hope, as she had known her back then. Looking at her now, staring back at Henneman's cock plunging in and out of Miranda with a hungry look, Miranda wondered what had happened to her between now and the last time they had interacted. Miranda liked to think herself a good judge of character, and back then Hope had seemed like a serious, driven operative. Rational, level-headed, and certainly not the sort of person to be aroused by these sorts of perversions. Sure, there had been a brief period when Hope and Kelly Chambers had been involved with each other. But from Miranda's innocent glances as the surveillance footage from Hope's quarters, the two of them had never gone beyond fairly standard lesbian sex. For her to have turned into a twisted sex fiend like this, it just didn't seem to add up.

"Harder," Brooks urged Henneman, writhing and rubbing her thighs together as she watched the violent carnal encounter play out before her. "Give it to her harder."

Harder, yes! Fuck me harder! Make me feel it!

Oh, God, no, Miranda thought to herself, shaking her head and trying to drive those memories out of her head. But in this situation, her mind was already in a whirl, and thoughts she had been suppressing for years came flooding back into her mind. That night at Shepard's apartment... her head buzzing from one (or five) too many vodka tonics. Her ending the night naked and bent over a couch, spitting curses and taunts back at...

Her unwanted memories were interrupted by an insistent beeping sound from nearby. Brooks heard the sound as well, and smirked as she stepped out of Miranda's eye range. "A call coming in?" she chirped. "Why, who could that be? Your little sweetie back at base perhaps?"

"Wait, what are you doing?" asked Henneman in panic. His thrusts paused, and despite herself Miranda let out an involuntary grunt of disappointment.

"What'd I say, Ruben?" Brooks said. "You'd better not stop, or maybe your darling lover here will get to know just what you're up to while you're away from home," she said. As Henneman began screwing Miranda again, slower now to minimize the noise, there was a beep as Brooks opened the connection.

"Ruben, I... Ruben, honey?" said a voice on the other end of the extranet call. "Are you there?"

Struggling to keep his voice under control, even as his cock continued sliding in and out of Miranda's cunt, Henneman laughed nervously. "Hey, honey. Sorry, I'm kinda in the middle of some tests here, can't come to the camera. Got to watch this closely, so I'm afraid I can't stay on the line long."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I interrupted something important," the voice on the other line said apologetically. Something about her sounded familiar, and Miranda tried to turn her head to see the face on the monitor screen. But before she could, she suddenly had Brooks standing right by the side of the exam table, directly in her line of sight. "I know I've been a real pest lately, but I'm just so excited. Ever since you sent back that data, our research has been moving so quickly now!"

"That's... that's great, hon," Henneman said, breathing heavily as he continued slowly fucking Miranda. Meanwhile, Miranda watched in horror as Brooks suddenly started unbuckling her pants, sliding the slacks down and revealing a pair of lacy panties, a large dark patch on the front where Brooks's fluids had soaked through the fabric. Henneman saw this as well and let out a gasp, too shocked to hold it back.

"Ruben, you okay?" the woman on the line said. "You sound strange. Like you're in pain or something."

Adjusting the headrest of the examining table down slightly, Brooks hoisted herself up and spread her legs, the moist crotch of her underwear directly in front of Miranda's face. Miranda let out a muffled cry as Brooks grabbed her by the hair and planted her face and nose directly into the wet fabric. With her mouth covered and filled, Miranda was forced to breathe in through her nose, and the smell of her captor's arousal filled her lungs and almost made her choke. Brooks smirked as she grabbed Miranda by the back of the head and rubbed her face around against the dripping panties and moist cunt underneath.

Henneman, now having to watch this happening in front of him, in addition to having his cock still buried deep inside Miranda's own increasingly wet cunt, struggled with all his might to sound normal. "It's... nothing, babe. I was just... unh... just my usual klutzy self. Took a wrong step and twisted my ankle. It's still... still pretty swollen up."

"Aw, that's terrible," the woman on the line said sympathetically. "Well, when you get back to base, I'll be sure and massage it for you. You are getting back soon, right? I can't wait to tell you about what we've been working on!"

"Should... unh... should be soon," Henneman said, Miranda feeling him start to tentatively increase the pace of his thrusts, trying his best to up the tempo without being heard. "Only one more stop to make and... uhh... and then we'll be home."

Miranda let out a muted sound as Brooks grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head to the side. "I'm going to take that gag out," Brooks hissed into Miranda's ear, "And if you make a single sound, say a single word, I'm taking one of your sister's fingers. Understand?"

Reluctantly, Miranda nodded, and Brooks yanked on the knot at the back of Miranda's head, pulling it open and letting the strip of fabric fall from her mouth. Miranda spat the panties out of her mouth, a little louder than she intended.

"Ruben, is someone in there with you?" the woman on the call said. "I could have sworn I heard something."

With the gag removed from Miranda's mouth, Brooks slid the dripping crotch of her panties off to the side, exposing her wet snatch. With her other hand still firmly gripping the back of Miranda's head, Brooks roughly tugged her downward again, pushing Miranda's face right into her cunt.

"Oh, fuck..." Henneman gasped out, as he watched Brooks rub Miranda's face down between her legs. Clearing his throat, he tried his best to cover. "Sorry, hon, but I really gotta go. Something happening here with my experiments, can't be distracted. Tell you what, I'll call you back later with all the details, okay?"

"Oh, uh... sure, that's fine," Henneman's girlfriend said, sounding a bit confused. "I'll talk to you later, then."

Henneman nodded, even though there was no way the woman on the other end of the line could see him doing it. "Later," he quickly said, glancing over his shoulder and waiting for the connection on the terminal to go dead. As soon as the monitor went dark, he turned to glare at Brooks. "Are you crazy?" he hissed at her. "Do you know what could have happened if she found out about this? I can't lose her... we can't lose her. She's too important to... the project."

"Aw, don't be such a prude," Brooks said cheerfully, licking her lips as she forced Miranda's face down between her legs. "You did wonderfully, Ruben. Honestly, I think you perform a whole lot better with an audience." Arching an eyebrow, she glanced down at Miranda. "You know, Miranda... the sooner you get me off, the sooner we can be done here. So what the hell are you waiting for?"

Shuddering, Miranda finally opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She could taste Brooks's hot juices as she did her best to pleasure Brook's snatch with her tongue. This wasn't something she did often...

Damn, you're good at this. Work that fucking tongue, you dirty little cheerleader.

This definitely wasn't something she did often, but she tried her best to lap and suck on Brooks's wet cunt. Henneman was obviously enjoying the show, and now with his girlfriend off the line, he went back to fucking Miranda with all of his energy. And Miranda's body went back to amplifying every last stroke of his cock to the maximum degree, Miranda's clit throbbing with agonizing pleasure as she was being taken against her will.

Brooks moaned in bliss, the palm of her hand still pressing insistently on the back of Miranda's head, keeping her forced into position. "My my, Miss Lawson. If you're this good now, just wait until the experiments begin. Can't wait to see what you're like when the good doctor here gets done with you."

"Yeah," Henneman said, his previous anger at Brooks already forgetten, his cock fully erect again and fucking into Miranda over and over again. "By the time we're finished with you, you're gonna... gonna... oh, fuck!" Henneman grunted loudly, and Miranda could feel his cock swell inside of her. As her warm cum flooded inside of her, Miranda felt her body signal its own unwilling release. She struggled to hold back her pleasured moans as she lapped at Brooks's snatch, working diligently until she heard the Cerberus operative start moaning as well. A few seconds later, the medbay was filled with the sounds of all of them panting, mixed with the quiet dripping of Henneman's load spilling out of Miranda onto the floor.

Finally, Brooks recovered herself enough to readjust her dripping panties and get back to her feet. As she and Henneman got dressed, Brooks pressed her finger to her ear. "We're finished here. Come fetch Miranda and get her ready." Leaning down to stare the dazed, sweating Miranda in the eye, Brooks grinned wickedly. "Hope you're not too tired, dear. Understand the ladies are going to be throwing a little party. And you're going to be one of the guests of honor!"
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