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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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"Harder!" the clone called out. Shepard gritted her teeth as she heard the flogger slice through the air, striking her on the back. "Come on, I know you asari are weak, but you can do better than that! Hit her harder! Unless you want me to do it with the varren prod instead."

"N... no," Liara said. From her position hanging from the ceiling, Shepard couldn't see Liara, and for once she was grateful for that. She couldn't imagine having to look Liara in the eyes while she was being forced to whip the love of her life. But Shepard had a good view of the clone, who had cast aside her clothes and was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, watching the scene of torture play out with her hand playing between her thighs.

"Then do it harder," the clone said, sinister anticipation on her face as she waited for the next blow to strike. While Liara was trying her best to hold back as much as she could, she couldn't risk displeasing the clone too much, and break the illusion that she was falling under the "superior Shepard's" spell. Shepard braced herself for the next blow, but still cried out when it struck. The clone let out a gasp, her fingers working her clit as she watched Liara flog Shepard.

"Oh, by the way, did I forget to tell you?" the clone said to Shepard. "We didn't kill all of your friends down on Ontarom. No, we did manage to get hold of Miranda Lawson while we were there. Her and her clone sister as well. And I'm sure you can imagine, on a Cerberus vessel like this one has become, a dirty traitor to the cause like Miss Lawson isn't going to be very popular. Hit her again!" the clone suddenly barked to Liara.

The whoosh of air behind her, a loud snap, and the sting of fifty strips of leather striking her hard in the back. Shepard winced, trying her best to hide the agony that was searing her back. If for no other reason than to keep Liara from seeing her pain, and potentially losing her nerve and blowing her whole act at the sight of Shepard suffering.

"You're doing so well, Liara," the clone said. "I'm not sure if you knew this... but none of this could have ever happened without you. Hit her!" Whoosh. Snap. "See, if you hadn't so generously donated all of the Shadow Broker's data to the Council, then our backer would have never given us the credits and resources we needed to go and retrieve it from the Archives. Again!" Whoosh. Snap. "And if it wasn't for the information in those archives... well, I don't want to give too much away, but let's just say that the plans we have in store for you and all of Shepard's friends, they never could have happened without that information. Again, harder!" Whoosh. Snap. The clone's hand was moving rapidly between her legs now, letting out heated moans of, "Again! Again! Again!" Whoosh. Snap. Whoosh. Snap. Whoosh. Snap.

After one last strike, the clone jumped to her feet, breathing rapidly. "Get over here. Now!" Liara, no doubt grateful to stop her forced torture of Shepard, stepped away from behind Shepard to walk over to the bed. Instructing Liara onto her hands and knees on the bed, the clone donned one of the sensory strap-ons and positioned herself behind Liara. Staring Shepard right in the eye, the clone penetrated Liara, who let out an overblown moan of arousal as the clone began taking her from behind.

"You see where trusting people got you, you pathetic copy?" the clone taunted Shepard while she fucked Liara. "Most of your comrades are either dead, or in our captivity. And your little blue sweetie here, it was her actions that landed you where you are now. So this is how the Cult of Shepard dies: by a self-inflicted wound." Leaning down over Liara's back, the clone gently cooed at her. "Oh, but don't feel too badly, Liara. If you hadn't given up those archives, the two of us would have never met. And you would have never gotten a chance to be with the real Shepard. Aren't you glad, Liara?"

"Yes, yes," Liara moaned, trying her best to hide the pain in her eyes as she played the role of the clone's broken, adoring sex slave. Shepard wished she could close her eyes, and not have to watch this hideous copy of herself treat Liara like her fuck toy. But she knew that if she did anything but watch every last second of it, the clone would only punish her further.

So she kept her eyes open, and she watched, all the way up to the point where the clone threw back her head and cried out, Liara faking her own climax as her captor came. Her twisted desires temporarily satisfied, the clone pulled out of Liara and rose shakily to her feet.

"Enjoy watching that?" the clone said, walking over to the dangling Shepard and removing the strap-on from her hips. "Bet you spent that whole time wishing you could be in my place. Dreaming of a day where you could be as superior, as powerful as I am." Reaching up, the clone grabbed Shepard by the cheeks, forcing her mouth open. "Taste it, you faker," the clone snarled, as she brought the strap-on up to Shepard's mouth and pushed it inside. "Taste her cum all over my cock," she said, pressing up on Shepard's chin and forcing her to clench the strap-on cock in her mouth. "You like the taste of that? How horny she gets when I'm inside her? That's what the real Shepard does for her. Not a pathetic fake like you. Me, the genuine article."

Shepard said nothing, did nothing other than dangle with the strap-on cock jutting out of her mouth. Again, the clone spat in her face, before turning to Liara. "I've got things to deal with. And more of Shepard's friends to visit. You can let her down after I leave, if you feel like it. Or don't. I don't really care." Quickly getting dressed, the clone stepped towards the door, then paused. "Oh, almost forgot. As interesting as the news is, I hear something much more entertaining is going to be happening in the Port Observation deck pretty soon. Wouldn't want you two to miss the show, would we?" Hitting some buttons on the side panel, the clone brought up a video feed of the room, currently empty at the moment. She let out one more cruel laugh before walking up the steps and out of the room.

Once she was gone, Liara rose hesitantly to her feet. Positioning the stool under Shepard, she gently removed the strap-on from her mouth before unhooking the manacles around Shepard's wrists. "Are you okay?" she quietly asked.

"Yeah, just great," Shepard said, filling her voice with as much disdain as she could manage. "Quite a wrist you've got on you."

"You heard her, Shepard," Liara protested. "If I didn't do what she told me to, she would have used the prod on you instead. It was the better option."

Shepard sneered, rubbing her wrists as she stepped down onto the floor. "Yeah, well, that part where you moaned like a whore while she fucked you... I suppose that was the 'better option' too?"

"How many times do we have to go over this, Shepard?" Liara asked pointedly. "I'm doing what I have to do to keep us safe. She... I..."

Shepard waved a hand at her. "Look, I'm not interested in your excuses. Just... leave me in peace."

"At least let me look at your back," Liara said, putting a hand on Shepard's shoulder and trying to turn her around.

"What, want to admire your handiwork?" Shepard bitterly asked. "What the hell could you possibly do for me?"

Liara let out an exhausted sigh. "Just let me look, okay?"

And as Liara's fingers hit the raw welts on Shepard's back, the two of them closed their eyes and went away.
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