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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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In that moment, she remembered when Cerberus had first come to her.

She had always had a good sense for when she was being tailed. You didn't last long in this business if you didn't, after all. But this was different. No bulky krogans in 200 pound combat armor, leaning against walls trying to "act casual." These guys were good. As soon as she could feel their presence, they were gone in the crowd.

Eventually, she had gotten sick of the game, and done some digging of her own. Once she had had found out enough and hit one of their facilities to get their attention, they decided to drop the whole cloak and dagger routine and contacted her directly. Said they had a job for her, a big one with a big payday. Said she'd be working for the hero of the Battle for the Citadel, the legendary Commander Anna Shepard herself.

But she had never been one for legends. Work with one long enough, and their fame tends to rub off on you. But when she mentioned Donovan Hock, and asked if they could help her out in return, their answer was an immediate yes. That had been too good to pass up.

Back then, she had been impressed. When Keiji had been working with the Alliance, there had been so much bureaucracy, so much red tape to get anything done. With Cerberus, they just put their minds to it, and they did it. Up until the time had come when their friendly partnership had ended, and Shepard had cut her ties with the Illusive Man and Cerberus completely, she had almost considered the possibility of hiring out for them for more work.

It was a begrudging respect, and she never let herself forget that above it all, Cerberus was a humanity-first type of organization. But it was a respect all the same.

And as Kasumi crouched in the rafters above the lounge she had once called home, and watched as the group of drunken, leering women started pawing at Miranda and her sister, she knew beyond a doubt that these people bore no resemblance to the organization she had worked with before. None at all.

It wasn't the first time she had spied on terrible acts being committed. Hell, it wasn't even the first time she had seen it since arriving back on the Normandy: she had watched in horror as the clone of Shepard had put on a sex toy and threatened to use it on Kelly in front of the entire shuttle bay. But on those occasions, when she had seen... despicable acts being performed while she was in the midst of a robbery, she had always taken care to snap a few photos and anonymously forward them to the proper authorities.

But that sure wasn't an option now. It was only just now hitting Kasumi that she was truly alone here. If something went wrong, she had no escape plan. No backup, and no way out. All she could do now was watch as the lecherous Phantoms groped at their two helpless captives.

"Man, look at those tits!" one of the Phantoms exclaimed. Miranda tried to step away from the woman's touch, being unable to fend off the pawing at her breasts with her arms secured behind her back. But the Phantom behind her that had ushered her into the room shoved her forward, and soon Miranda's tits were back within reach. A ballgag had been crammed into her mouth, leaving her unable to protest or do anything other than let out disgusted grunts as the gawking Phantom rubbed and mashed her breasts. "Fuck, between the boss and this traitor bitch, we're getting some fine pussy out of this whole cloning thing."

"This one ain't bad either," said another one of the Phantoms. Oriana's eyes went wide with panic as the other Cerberus operative started feeling her up as well. "A little less developed, but I wouldn't kick her out of bed."

Miranda's eyes narrowed in anger, and she spit out muffled curses as she tried to advance on the Phantom molesting her sister. But the head Phantom – Morgan, Kasumi had heard her called - stepped forward and shoved Miranda back.

"Unh, unh, sweetie," the tall blond woman said, cloying sweetness in her tone. "My ladies have a lot of aggression to work out after your buddies whacked their comrades down there. Now, I can stick around to make sure they don't do too much damage to you and your sister, provided the two of you play along. But if you keep being feisty, I might have to go give you a time-out. And if I leave my ladies alone with sweet little Oriana here... well, the bosses only give a damn about you. Your sister doesn't figure into their plans, so if she gets a little... dented, ain't no skin off my back."

Rage seethed in Miranda's eyes, but she ceased all of her attempts at struggling. Standing passively, she kept her eyes cast downward as she and her sister were roughly groped by their captors.

Kelly, watching this with a queasy expression on her face, finally rose shakily to her feet. "I... I just remembered," she said, her voice coming out slightly slurred. "I... uh... left my datapad up in the cockpit with Erin. I'd better... better go check on it."

"Ah, forget it, Kel-bear," Morgan said, putting a firm hand on Kelly's shoulder and pressing her back down to the couch. "The bosses aren't going to raise a stink if you relax and enjoy yourself for a few hours." She glanced over her shoulder and yelled out. "One of you cunts get my best buddy here another drink!"

As one of the Phantoms pulled herself away from rubbing at Oriana's bare snatch, and another one quickly took her place, Kelly tried her best to look into Morgan's eyes, and not see any more of the debauchery happening in front of her than was necessary. "It's just... you promised I would... would see my bitch, Morgan," Kelly said, speaking slowly as if having trouble extracting the words from her brain. "Watching all this is just... uh... it's getting me so hot, I was hoping I'd get a chance to see her and have... have a little fun, you know?"

Grinning as she passed Kelly a drink, Morgan winked. "It must be killing you to be this patient, I know. Just sit for a bit, have a few more drinks, and I promise that you'll be close to that tasty little morsel of yours sooner than you think."

Kasumi watched from the ceiling as Kelly begrudgingly took the drink from Morgan and swallowed a third of it in one go. Envy you, Kelly, Kasumi thought to herself. Wish I could have a drink right now, kill some of the memories of what I was seeing here.

As Morgan calmed Kelly, Miranda and Oriana continued to be fondled by the remaining Phantoms. Red marks were beginning to form on their pale white skin from where the sexual predators of Cerberus were grabbing, twisting, and slapping. "Goddamn, would you look at this ass?" one of the Phantoms said drunkenly, delivering a open-palmed strike to Miranda's backside and giggling as the genetically-perfect ass bounced with the impact. Turning to one of the others, she slurred, "Hey, Nerine! Why don't you run down to the shuttle bay and fetch me one of those strap-ons? This booze has gotten me in the mood to fuck some Cerberus traitor ass!"

"Fuck you, Karlie, get it yourself," the other Phantom said, as she grabbed Oriana by the chin and ran her tongue along Oriana's cheek. The younger Lawson sister shuddered, Nerine's spit leaving a glistening trail along the side of her face. "And fetch one for me too," Nerine said, as she reached down between Oriana's legs and started finger-fucking her roughly, "so I can give this little one the thick cock she's been begging for."

Morgan, seeing an argument starting over whose job it was to grab the sex toys, stepped into the fray and raised her voice. "Calm down, you horny little cunts!" she said. "Nobody has to go fetch anything." Walking over to the covered poker table, she reached under the sheet and started feeling for something. "Went through Rena's personal effects and found something she must have been saving for a special occasion. Wherever she is right now, I'm sure she would have wanted you ladies to put these to good use on the bitches that she died to bring here."

From under the sheet, Morgan pulled out a silver tray. Resting on the glistening metal surface were four small, fleshy objects. Kasumi was ashamed to recognize what they were immediately, but most of the Phantoms stared at the tray with confusion.

"What the... wait, are those what I think they are?" Karlie asked. "Those are... the Sultana models?"

"That little slut," Nerine said, removing her fingers from Oriana's snatch and turning to stare in awe at the expensive sex devices. "Looks like she was holding out more from us than just her drug stash. Gimme one of those things, Morgan!"

The Phantoms abandoned their molestation of the Lawson sisters, each of them rushing forward to try and grab one of the phallic-shaped objects. Moving the tray out of their reach, Morgan watched them fight with a grin. "Now, now, ladies," she called out over the yelling and arguing. Meanwhile, Miranda and Oriana stood close together, both of them staring at the tray and the devices on it with pure fear in their eyes.

She really should have left. Kasumi had no business watching this anymore. But some sick part of her kept her there, staring down as Morgan hand-picked four of the Phantoms to be the first to experience the joys of the Sultana sex devices. You're observing the enemy, Kasumi told herself. Watching their actions, seeing what makes them tick. You might see a weakness that could be helpful to Jacob, something that will help him defeat them.

The four lucky Phantoms began stripping out of their clothing, tossing their garments aside as they reached for the fake cocks. "Things seem kinda small," Karlie said, as she wiggled the base of the device around and into her pussy. "Always heard that they were... h... h... holy fuck..." she gasped as the device settled itself into place, interfacing with her nervous system and joining itself to her body. In place of her pussy, a six-inch cock now jutted out from Karlie's hips. Grabbing it, she let out a delighted squeal as she felt the grip of her fingers on the artificial phallus. "Feels like it's a part of me," she said breathily, and her eyes widened as she saw the cock between her legs start to pulse and throb, growing larger by the second until it jutted out at least eleven inches from her hips.

"Fuck, would you look at this?" said the dark-skinned Nerine, as she watched the Sultana strap-on she had inserted inside herself not only join with her body, but scan her skin tone and adjust its pigmentation to match. Stroking the huge mocha-colored cock now between her legs, she looked amazed as a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. "This shit is... fucking amazing."

The other two Phantoms let out similar pleasured exclamations. After the initial shock, the four naked, horny Phantoms turned their eyes, and their cocks, in the direction of the terrified Miranda and Oriana.

* * *

She had to get through this. Had to, for Sam's sake. And right about now, getting black-out drunk was just about the best way she had to survive tonight with her sanity intact. So when she finished her third glass and Morgan asked her if she wanted another, Kelly immediately nodded.

As she watched Morgan strut over to the bar, her eyes lingered on the four Phantoms chosen by Morgan, artificial cocks throbbing between their legs, as they began working on the two Lawson sisters. One of them was deactivating the hard-light restraints on Oriana's wrists, before ordering her down to her knees on the floor. She and Nerine stood at either side of Oriana, and the terrified young woman reluctantly took hold of their cocks and started stroking.

Meanwhile, Karlie was untying Miranda's gag, whispering some threat about "if I feel any teeth, I'm gonna use mine on your sister until she bleeds" before sitting on one of the couches and pointing at her upright cock. Dropping to her knees, Miranda obediently shuffled over to Karlie and opened her mouth. Karlie clenched her teeth and hissed as she felt Miranda's tongue run up the length of her Sultana-model cock, and several of the Phantoms not currently involved in the festivities delivered mocking cheers as Miranda wrapped her lips around the fake cock and started bobbing her head up and down its length. Meanwhile, the last Sultana-wearing Phantom crouched down behind Miranda, spat into her palm, and started rubbing Miranda's cunt from behind.

As Morgan returned with Kelly's drink, Kelly found her eyes drawn to Morgan's crotch, and the large bulge that was starting to form there. Morgan caught her looking, smirked, and sat down beside Kelly. "Fuck, this is some hot stuff, ain't it?" she said, as she handed the glass to Kelly. "I'd tell one of these ladies to go fetch my bitch if I hadn't worn out the poor thing earlier tonight." She gave Kelly a lusty wink. "You know how it is. Much as we may want to fuck them until they drop, got to give them a little time to rest every now and then, am I right?"

"Right," Kelly dully nodded. By now, Miranda had been repositioned on her hands and knees, so that she could still suck on Karlie's cock while the other Phantom roughly fucked her from behind. Meanwhile, Oriana was being forced to lower herself down onto a seated Nerine's cock, gritting her teeth as the high-tech strap-on forced itself into her backside. Once she was in place, the other Phantom aimed her own cock at Oriana's pussy, and soon the two Phantoms were fucking the younger Lawson sister in unison.

"Still," Morgan said, as she rubbed at the tent being pitched in her slacks, "All this hot fucking action happening... you don't mind if I let the big boy out for some air, do you?"

"N...no," Kelly said, blinking her suddenly bleary eyes as she watched Morgan unzip her pants and retrieve her massive cock. It was strange. The sight of that horrible piece of meat might have made her rush out of the room in disgust before. But the more she stared at Morgan idly stroking the giant thing, the more comfortable she felt with it.

Comfortable as she felt with all of this, really. Part of her knew that this whole situation was a terrible nightmare. That she was watching one of her former comrades and her sister get brutally raped in front of her. But the longer she stayed here, the less her situation seemed to bother her. Her worries about Sam, her horror at being witness to this depravity... they all seemed to have faded away. Maybe it was the alcohol, she thought as she took yet another sip of the drink, which was tasting better and better the more she consumed it. What was happening in front of her felt less and less like reality, and more and more like some kind of strange porno being filmed on the Normandy.

"You're really liking that stuff, aren't you?" Morgan said, casually working her throbbing prick as she spoke.

"No!" Kelly protested. "I mean, I guess it's a little... hot. A little sexy. But I'm not... I mean, I don't..."

Morgan barked out a laugh. "I meant the booze, silly-britches," she said. "You've been downing that stuff like it was tap water."

"Oh, right. Yeah, it's... it's good stuff," Kelly said, as she felt a smile coming to her face. "What is it?"

Morgan chuckled to herself. "Nothing special. Just a cheap bottle of rum I found gathering dust behind the bar. But with a little something extra. See, I thought my ladies needed to lighten up a little after such a horrible experience. And those fake cocks weren't the only thing I found in Rena's secret stash."

The haze that had filled Kelly's head cleared slightly, as she realized what Morgan was saying. "What... what did you put in this?"

"Crushed up a few of Rena's happy pills into the bottle," Morgan said. "Guess I might not have been thinking, though: with the body modifications my ladies have gone through, probably wouldn't do much to them except give them a bit of a stronger buzz. But with you... well, I imagine that shit's probably hitting you pretty strong right now."

Kelly felt horror at the edges of her consciousness, as she realized that she had been drugged. But the more she thought about it, the more it occurred to her that it really didn't matter. For the first time since this whole ordeal started, she felt good. Morgan's words should have made her angry, but instead Kelly found herself laughing. Even the sight of Karlie rolling Miranda onto her back on the floor, pushing her breasts together, and fucking them with her cock while the other Phantom continued pounding her snatch didn't faze Kelly's happy giggling. Her laughing only increased when she looked over and saw Nerine and her partner grunting as they stroked their cocks, the Sultana devices drawing out their pussy juices and sending them flying like cum all across a despondent Oriana's face and tits. It was just all so ridiculous, so over-the-top depraved that despite it all, Kelly just found it all hilarious.

Casually sipping at her drink between giggles, Kelly watched as the two satisfied Phantoms standing around Oriana carefully detached the cocks from their groins and handed them off to the next ladies in line. The two new rapists took a moment to adjust to the sensations of the fake cocks interfacing with their nervous systems before ordering the cum-soaked Oriana into position and putting her back into service for a second time.

"Oh, fuck, here it comes," Morgan grunted, grabbing one of the empty glasses from the table in front of her and aiming the head of her prick into it. After a few seconds of stroking, her cock started jerking and spraying cum into the glass, nearly filling the large tumbler to the brim before Morgan finally finished her climax. Shuddering in satisfaction, Morgan laid the glass on the table and looked over at Kelly with a lazy grin. "Want to save that for later. My bitch would be so disappointed if I had spilled a load without her getting to swallow it down." She arched an eyebrow. "Probably should make sure nobody else drinks that, huh?"

And that just started Kelly laughing even more.

* * *

Kasumi squirmed as she watched the profane proceedings. As each Phantom finished with Miranda and Oriana, spilling a clear load of their pussy-cum all over their reddened, glistening skin, they pulled out the high-tech cock and handed it off to the next in line. Both of the Lawson sisters looked dazed as they were ordered into position after position, their pussies, mouths, and assholes stretched open again and again by the same cocks attached to different women. By the time the last of the group had finished, the first of them had rested up and were ready for another round.

Meanwhile, Kelly was getting increasingly drunk... or whatever was happening to her. Having set up shop next to the bar the last time she was on this ship, she'd shared drinks with quite a few of the Normandy SR-2 crew in the past. And while Kelly had never been one to hold her liquor, Kasumi had never seen her in a state like this: laughing hysterically while Miranda and Oriana were getting repeatedly gang-raped.

It certainly wasn't the first time Kasumi had seen the elder Miss Lawson in such a delicate state. Just before heading through the Omega-4 relay, Kasumi had watched morosely (but fingered herself all the same) as Miranda paid a visit to Jacob, offering him "one last go-around, just in case we don't get the opportunity again." And of course, there was the party at Shepard's apartment. Miranda had been treated just about as roughly back then as she was currently being treated, but from the way the normally-reserved operative had spat curses at her partner, snarling that "I know you can fucking do better than that, you tattooed bitch," Kasumi was relatively sure that that had been a consensual encounter.

On and on it went, Miranda and Oriana looking more and more exhausted as the Phantoms took them over and over. Kasumi told herself again that she should leave, that watching this was only going to give her nightmares for the rest of her life. But still she watched, eyes locked on the cocks slamming in and out of Miranda and Oriana. Glistening with fluids, both from their victims and from the previous climaxes of their uses, the life-like appendages slid into pussies, forced open assholes and jammed down throats. Part of her wished she had never volunteered for this mission, and that she was back in Jacob's cabin, his own flesh-and-blood cock inside of her. Right now, splitting her open and penetrating her. In and out. In and out.

"Alright, ladies!" Morgan called out, tucking her flaccid cock away and standing up from her seat next to Kelly. "Got one more piece of entertainment for the evening, so as much as you enjoy those Lawson holes, let's take a break here for a second."

Kasumi blinked, broken out of the dazed state she had been put into by watching the activities below. Cum spilled out of Miranda and Oriana's pussies as their rapists withdrew their cocks, dropping the exhausted Lawson sisters and letting them slump onto nearby couches in a pool of sweat and cum, gasping for air.

"Now, I'm sure a lot of you are aware of my own particular preferences when it comes to a good time like this," Morgan announced to the room. "I know you all think I'm a little old-fashioned, keeping myself to only one tasty little bitch. And up until now, I was worried that I was the only one who still believed in treating a bitch the way she should be treated. But then... I met Kelly."

Smiling, Morgan reached down a hand to Kelly, helping the swaying woman to her feet. "When Kelly Chambers came onto this ship, and I found out about her and her own bitch... dammit, I was just so happy. Finally, somebody I could relate to! Someone who knows the true meaning of what it is to be a good mistress, and to break a good bitch. And although we've had our differences here and there, had a falling out once or twice... I just know that by the time this mission is over, the two of us are going to be the best of friends! Isn't that right, Kelly?"

Blinking at Morgan, not seeming to comprehend what was being said, Kelly finally nodded. "Yeah," she muttered, before letting out another giggle. "Yeah, okay."

"Well, I've got a surprise for you, Kelly," Morgan said, as she moved around Kelly to walk over to the poker table. "I know it's been murder on you to wait for so long, but it's finally time. So, Kelly, let me present to you..."

Grabbing the corner of the sheet covering the poker table, Morgan dramatically whipped it aside. And Kasumi was glad for the loud music being played at that moment, as it covered up the sharp gasp she let out as she saw what lay underneath.

"Your beloved bitch, Kelly!" Morgan announced, as the Phantoms let out loud whoops. "All warmed up and ready for her mistress to fuck her!"

* * *

At the sight of it, Kelly immediately felt herself get yanked out of the drunken, drugged state she had fallen into. Which made it all the more horrible, to have to look at it with her unclouded mind.

It was Sam, eyes wide with fear. She grunted underneath the leather mask that had been tied to the lower half of her face, keeping her mouth covered and unable to cry out. She had been tied into position with her arms crossed above her head, and her legs forcibly spread wide open. Kelly's eyes drifted down between her legs, and immediately Kelly understood the buzzing sound she had heard when she had gone close to the table: a vibrator had been placed inside of Sam's cunt, and was working against her clit during the entire party.

Morgan saw where Kelly was staring and grinned. "You like it? I wanted to make sure she was going to be nice and wet for you when it was time."

"Time?" Kelly quietly asked. "Time for what?"

"Oh, don't be silly," Morgan said. "After so long without getting to be with your bitch, I figured... why would you want to wait? And at a party like the one we're having, what better time for you to show off how you fuck your bitch to me and all your new shipmates?"

Kelly could barely hear the cheers of the Phantoms behind her, the mix of the shock of what was happening combining with the drugs and alcohol in her system to make her head throb painfully. "Morgan, I... I don't want to do this now," Kelly said quietly. "I wanted to see my bitch in private. Not... not with everyone watching."

The smile faded from Morgan's face. "Kelly, I think we need to have a serious talk," Morgan said, leaning in close. "Look, I know I said that I wasn't going to test you anymore. That I wouldn't go trying to tempt you away from your bitch or play any silly games like that. But this isn't a game, Kelly. This is dead fucking serious. When you came onto this ship, you told me that Sam here was your bitch. And I think I told you before... I hate liars. So I need you to show me, right here, right now, that this woman is your bitch. I stood up for you, Kelly. These ladies back here, the ones who just got done raping the two Miss Lawsons within an inch of their lives... I ordered them not to touch her. I told them that, because she was your bitch, that it wouldn't be right. I went out on a limb for you, so the thought that you might have been lying about that..." Morgan inhaled deeply, struggling to hold back her anger at the mere thought of Kelly's deception. "Well, I don't think we could ever be friends if I found out that was the case."

Kelly looked into Sam's eyes, saw the fear there, and wanted so bad to run to her, hold her and tell her that everything was going to be alright. But she couldn't. She knew enough about Morgan's crazy mindset to know that things like that weren't what "mistresses" did to "bitches." Bitches were only good for one thing. Just one thing.

"Hey, come here!" Morgan yelled to one of the naked Phantoms, one still wearing one of the Sultana devices. As the Phantom approached, Morgan grabbed onto the shaft of her cock and gave it a hard yank. The Phantom let out a yelp of pain as the cock separated from her body. Once the device was removed, Morgan grabbed Kelly by the wrist, brought her hand up, and slapped the sticky, slippery fake cock into Kelly's palm.

"So here's how it's gonna be, Kelly, my friend," Morgan said, smiling now but without the warmth and cheeriness of before. It was the grin of a shark. "Either you put this thing on and fuck your bitch, right here and right now... or I'm going to let my ladies here fuck her instead. Because if you're truly thirsty for your beautiful bitch, if you truly care about her the way a mistress cares about her bitch... there should be nothing stopping you from taking here on that table. Isn't that right?"

Kelly looked around at the room. Some of the Phantoms, having grown bored watching Kelly and Morgan quietly talking to each other, had resumed their previous assaults on Miranda and Oriana. Two of the Phantoms who still had Sultana devices were rubbing their fake cocks on Miranda's already cum-soaked face, Miranda finally starting to numbly jerk one while sucking on the other. While the third cock-wearing Phantom bent Oriana over on the floor, grabbing her by the arms and yanking her torso roughly backward while she thrust inside of the younger Lawson's now well-used pussy.

Closing her eyes, Kelly realized with horror that the brief moment of clarity she had felt at the shock of seeing Sam was starting to wear off. That lazy, content feeling she had been having earlier was starting to fill her up again, despite her best efforts to fight it off.

It's horrible enough that I'm going to have to do this, Kelly thought to herself. But if I were to get even a second of enjoyment out of it...

"So, Kelly," Morgan said, watching Kelly in anticipation. "What's it gonna be? Is she your bitch... or is she their bitch?" she asked, cocking her head in the direction of the horny Phantoms behind the two of them.

Sighing deeply, Kelly reached up her free hand. Her fingers found the fastener to her uniform, and she snapped it open. "She's... my bitch," Kelly said, as she started removing her shirt.

* * *

"No," Kasumi whispered, watching in horror as Kelly began stripping off her uniform. As the Phantoms not currently fucking the Lawson sisters cheered her on, Kelly eventually cast aside all of her clothing, leaving her standing shivering and naked in the observation lounge. Once that was done, Kelly lowered the fake cock in her hand down to her groin, working the back end of it past her labia and inside of her pussy.

Just like all of the other Phantoms, the activation of the device elicited a gasp from Kelly, as it attached itself and began stimulating her body. From where she was perched, Kasumi couldn't see Sam's face, but even over the loud music and grunts of fucking Phantoms, she could hear Sam's muffled cries as the fake cock began pumping itself full of simulated blood, sending undeniable jolts of pleasure into Kelly's body as it swelled up into a full erection.

"Here we are," Morgan said, taking hold of the vibrator in Sam's pussy and gently removing it. Grinning, she held up the sex toy to display to Kelly, the lights of the lounge reflecting off its glistening surface. "She's all nice and wet for you, Kel-Bear. Give that bitch what she's been craving."

"Yeah, give it to her!" one of the Phantoms yelled out.

"If we don't get to fuck the little Indian bitch, might as well watch her do it," another one remarked, eliciting laughs from her comrades.

Numbly, as if being controlled by someone else, Kelly took a step forward. Slowly, she advanced on Sam, the cock between her legs bobbing lewdly as it moved closer to Sam's defenseless cunt. As the Phantoms not currently enjoying themselves with the Lawsons gathered around, Kelly took hold of the base of the Sultana device and began rubbing it against Sam's moist slit.

"Do it," one of the Phantoms urged Kelly. "Do it to the bitch."

"Give it to her hard!" another one called out. "Fuck her 'til she can't walk straight!"

"Fuck her, fuck her," a low chant began to start up among the drunken Phantoms, louder as more and more of them picked it up, "FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

Kelly pushed forward, her cock sliding inside of Sam, and the crowd let out a whooping cheer. As Kelly stood still, every inch of her artificial cock buried in her lover's twat, the crowd started up the chant again. "FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"

The cock withdrew, paused for a moment, then penetrated again. Out... pause... in again. Slowly, Kelly moved her hips, fucking the cock attached to her in and out of Sam's wet snatch. The horror and shock that had come onto Kelly's face when Sam had been revealed was gone, replaced by a blank look as Kelly grabbed onto Sam's waist and increased the tempo of her thrusts. At every "FUCK" from the crowd, the cock came out, only to penetrate again with every "HER!" The crowd, realizing this, started repeating the chant faster, all of them grinning lewdly as Kelly began fucking Sam in earnest.

Kasumi had a hand to her mouth, fighting the urge to puke as she watched Kelly mindlessly fuck Sam, the crowd cheering her all the way. The sound of their chants was so loud, it took Kasumi far too long to hear the beeping sound in her ear, and the pleasant female voice informing her, "Warning. Tactical cloak battery will be exhausted in 2... point... 5... minutes. Please deactivate your cloak in order for batteries to be replenished."

"Oh, shit," Kasumi hissed.

* * *

It's the only way. The only way to save her from them.

She said it in her head, over and over again, as she felt the tight grip of Sam's inner walls rubbing against the surface of the sensitive fake cock. God, why did it have to feel this good? Part of her hoped that maybe Sam was enjoying it as well. That maybe somehow, she could put the horror of it all aside and enjoy the feeling of this hard fucking cock filling her. Fucking her harder... and harder.

Her head was spinning, her thoughts were jumbled, and through it all she just kept thrusting... and thrusting... and thrusting. She kept her eyes shut tight, not wanting to look Sam in the eyes. Not wanting to see the pain there, the terror... or the hatred.

Sam, I'm so sorry. But it's the only way. It's the only way, and it feels so fucking good...

She tried to pretend it was someone else. Some other woman taking her thick cock, some other tight cunt being forced wide open by her rough thrusts. But her drug-addled mind kept forcing images of Sam into her thoughts. Sam the way she had been that night at Shepard's party, the night they had first met. The smile on Sam's face when she had casually asked if Kelly wanted to come with her to do colony work, and Kelly had said yes. And Sam the way she had been just before all of this had happened, when she had hinted around the idea of the two of them getting married. Staying on Chasca, raising a family there. It had all seemed so perfect.

"Oh, fuck," Kelly grunted, the sensations in her cock becoming too much to handle. She felt the artificial appendage pop out of Sam's cunt, and immediately begin spewing Kelly's juices all over Sam's body. Reaching down, Kelly began jerking at the cock, gasping in painful ecstasy as she felt the device draw out her pussy juices and spray them out the head of her fake cock. As the jumbled sounds of cheers filled her ears, she couldn't resist the urge to stroke her cock until every last drop had spilled out onto Sam.

Once the climax was over, Kelly finally opened her eyes. In front of her, Sam was drenched in sweat and cum, the fluids dripping down and staining the surface of the poker table below her. Her pussy was gaped open from Kelly's hard fucking, and even on her dark skin Kelly could see bruises from where she had been gripping onto Sam's waist.

She looked to Sam's face, to see her eyes rimmed red, tears trickling down her cheeks. The look there wasn't of pain, fear, or anger. What was there might have been worse than all of those.

In her eyes, despite it all... there was still love. Love for the woman who had just violated her in front of a crowd of cheering rapists. Kelly had done a horrible thing to her, the worst possible thing imaginable... and still, there was love there.

"Nice work, Kelly," Morgan said, giving Kelly a hard clap on the shoulder. "Now that, ladies, is how you treat a bitch properly!"

Kelly nodded, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she hit the floor.
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