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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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Kasumi scrambled through the ceiling ducts, hearing the insistent beeping in her ear as she moved. There wasn't much time. With the way the Normandy was designed, even if she stayed in the ceiling, somebody would eventually see her up here if she didn't have her cloak activated. She had to find somewhere safe to decloak, recharge her batteries.

In a flash, her mind hit on it. The one room of the ship that no longer served much of a purpose. The one place she was relatively sure she could be safe without her cloak. Turning left down one of the tight passages, Kasumi panted as she crawled as fast as she could to her destination.

Finally finding the access hatch, she carefully propped it open. Sure enough, the room below her was dark, and there was no sign of activity below. Almost silently, she let herself drop down into the room.

The once-open space in the area was now filled with various boxes and crates. Must have converted this area into a storage space, Kasumi thought, as she took a deep breath and deactivated her cloak, the annoying beeping in her ear coming to a stop immediately. As she paused to catch her breath, images of what had happened in the observation lounge filled her mind, but with some effort she buried them away.

In the darkness, Kasumi activated her omni-tool, checking to make sure her tracking signal was still functioning. Yep, still up and running. No sign that anyone on the ship had detected the signal. Jacob and the Orpheus should be right on their tail. Kasumi breathed a sigh of relief, and deactivated her omni-tool just as the door to the room suddenly slid open.

She reacted in less than a second, ducking and crouching in the darkened space between two of the massive computer banks in the room, before the man who entered the room could even spot her. The Cerberus crew member in the white lab coat adjusted his glasses, staring at the spot that Kasumi had occupied just before the door had opened. He blinked several times, then shook his head. "Been on this ship too long," he muttered to himself, as he opened one of the crates and withdrew several pieces of medical equipment. There was one long last stare, before he left and shut the door behind him.

Letting out her held breath, Kasumi placed a hand on one of the computers to get up to her feet. She gasped as she suddenly heard a clicking sound, and pulled her hand away to reveal a green, blinking button.

"What in the..." Kasumi muttered, just before all the computers in the room began humming to life.

* * *

Kelly woke with a start, sitting up to find herself still in the observation lounge. Looking down, she saw that she was still naked, with the Sultana cock still inserted inside of her.

Reaching down, she took hold of the device, only to have it hold fast inside of her. Summoning up her strength, she tried to tug it harder.

"Don't bother, Kelly," said a voice from behind her. "It's a part of you now."

Turning in shock, she saw Morgan standing there, a friendly smile on her face. "What... what's going on?" Kelly asked her.

"It's a part of you now," Morgan repeated. "You know what you have to do."

Kelly turned away from Morgan, towards the poker table. Sam was still tied there... only it wasn't Sam. It was Miranda now... and Oriana. It was Jack and Samara, Ash and Liara. And it was Shepard as well. All of them, tied to that table, waiting for her.

Yes, she knew what she had to do. She felt the eager smile come to her face as she stood up, placed herself between the legs of her victim, and started thrusting. There was no hesitation now. No doubts. She was here for one purpose: to fuck this helpless bitch, and cum inside of her.

"Yes," she moaned, showing no remorse as she pounded the struggling woman. "Take it all, you little cunt," she said. It wasn't long before she started cumming, spraying her seed deep inside the womb of her helpless victim with a contended sigh. "Did you like that, bitch?" she said, looking down to enjoy the sight of her cock, her own flesh-and-blood cock, buried inside a twitching cunt. But what she saw there made her gasp in horror.

"Very good," said the person behind her. But it wasn't the voice of Morgan. It was another voice, deep and horrible. "You have embraced your true nature. Now you are truly one of us."

The cock between her legs was brown and gnarled, ridged with chitinous armor. Kelly raised up her hands to see they had been reshaped as well, with three segmented fingers jutting out from each palm.

She turned to the window looking out into space, and saw her own reflection. Four glowing yellow eyes staring back at her.

"NO!" she wanted to scream, but she had no mouth to do it with.

* * *

"NO!" Kelly screamed, jolting up from her sleep. Blinking, she found herself back in the lounge, just as she had been in her dream. Immediately, she looked at the reflection of herself in the viewing window... still human. And also still naked, although somebody had thought to remove the horrid sex device from her at some point.

The party had apparently ended while she had been out. All of the Phantoms were gone, having left the lounge in a messy, booze-soaked state with their departure. Kelly's gaze snapped over to the poker table, but Sam was gone as well. Kelly saw the dark stain where Sam's sweat and cum-soaked body had been, and she felt her stomach roll.

Leaning forward, Kelly vomited. Then she cried. The horror of what she had done came back to her all at once, and she couldn't stop the tears from coming. Everything she had done to try and protect Sam. The façade she had put on of Sam being her "bitch." And in the end, it had been for nothing. Kelly had wanted to protect her, and had ended up being the one to violate her.

Wiping at her face, Kelly noticed a pile of clothing nearby. Hers, and with a note laid on the top. Wanting something to focus on other than the guilt gnawing at her insides, Kelly picked it up and read.

Hey, Kel-Bear!

Pretty wild party last night, huh? Did you like my surprise? I was so happy you finally got the chance to

spend some time with your bitch! Bad news, though, I don't think you'll get that chance again until we

get back to base. Bosses want us focused on what's to come, so no more playing with the prisoners

until we get home. :( Hope you enjoyed this one night, at least. Oh, and don't worry: some of the ladies

wanted to play with your bitch after you conked out, but I told them no. Not unless you give them

your permission, I said. See, isn't it so great now that we're friends? We can look out for each other

and each others' bitches! :D

Anyway, no rest for us mistresses! We should be arriving at our last stop pretty soon, so you should

probably get yourself all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as soon as you wake up. Bosses wouldn't be happy

if you were still all droopy-eyed when we get to our destination. So rise and shine, sleepy-head! Just one

last thing for us all to do, and after that we get to go home and really have some fun!

Your buddy,

Morgan xoxoxo ;)

Dropping the note onto the floor, the friendly message landing in her puddle of puke, Kelly rose slowly to her feet. Numbly, she put on her uniform, eyes glazed and staring at her reflection in the window. Once that was done, she walked over to the bar and pulled up a stool.

Sitting on the bar, Kelly saw that one of the bottles from the previous evening had been broken. The top of the shattered bottle rested on the edge of the bar, the sharp edges of broken glass glistening in the light.

Kelly stared at the glint of glass for a long time, thinking to herself how easy it would be. Just to pick it up, take the edge and draw it across her wrists. By the time they found her, she probably would have already bled out.

So easy. The escape plan they never counted on. There wasn't any Lazarus Project waiting to bring her back, Kelly knew. It would all be over in just a few heartbeats.

Forcing her eyes away from the broken bottle, she spotted another of the rum bottles, this one still intact and about halfway full. Sitting nearby it was a small round bottle. Also halfway full, but with orange pills instead.

Crushed up a few of Rena's happy pills into the bottle.

Grabbing the pill bottle, Kelly shook one out into her palm. Tossing the pill into her mouth, Kelly grabbed the intact bottle of booze and took a long, deep drink from it. She didn't know exactly what drug it was, but just about any drug was better than what she was feeling right now.

As she sat at the bar and waited for the medication to take effect, she heard the door to the room slide open. Kelly turned in her stool to see Erin, eyes wide and filled with concern as she rushed over to her.

"Oh, God, Kelly," Erin said, wrapping her arms around Kelly and holding her in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry, Kelly," she said, and her voice seemed to be genuinely regretful. Pulling away, Erin had a mild look of disgust on her face. "Morgan came up to the cockpit after her and her people's little 'party.' She was so happy that you 'took your bitch' like you were supposed to. That sick..." Erin started to say, before remembering that she wasn't in the safety of her bug-free cockpit. "Hey, are you okay?"

Kelly nodded. "I'm okay," she said, as she secretly pocketed the bottle of pills. "I'll be okay."

"Look, you're going to get through this," Erin said. "I know right now it seems like small comfort, but once we get back to base, things will be better." She leaned in close and whispered. "I don't care what it takes, I'm going to get you a meeting with our leader. I want you to be with us when this all goes down, and we show these people just what we're capable of." Pulling away, Erin stared into Kelly's eyes with concern. "So, seriously, now... you gonna be okay?"

Right about then, Kelly started to feel the pleasant buzz like the one from the previous night. The pill was starting to take effect, and it was the only reason that she was able to give Erin a smile back. "Really, Erin... I'll be alright."

"Keep hanging in there," Erin said, then placed something on the bar. "And you'd better answer that. It's been buzzing for the past three hours."

Kelly looked over to see the datapad on the bar. The mole! Blinking her eyes and rubbing the last sleep away, Kelly picked up the datapad and activated it. At least fifteen messages had been left since the last time she had used it, and she quickly opened up the chat interface.

"YOU FINALLY THERE? I'M RISKING MY ASS HERE FOR YOU PEOPLE! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS PICK UP."

Quickly, Kelly typed out a message in response. "SEEMS THERE ARE COMMUNICATION PROBLEMS ON BOTH ENDS," she wrote. "WHY NO WARNING ABOUT AMBUSH ON ONTAROM? BOSSES NOT VERY HAPPY."

The response came back quickly. "NO WARNING GIVEN ON MY END, EITHER. MISSION WAS A GO BEFORE WE EVEN KNEW WHERE WE WERE GOING. TELL BOSSES THAT MAYBE THEY SHOULD BRIEF THEIR PEOPLE A BIT BETTER ON WHO'S ON WHOSE SIDE HERE. UNLESS THEY WANT THEIR VALUABLE MOLE SENT TO THE MEDBAY AGAIN, THAT IS."

"BOSSES TOLD ME THAT ANY MORE SLIPS LIKE THIS WON'T BE TOLERATED," Kelly wrote back. "TOLD ME TO MENTION PAUL BENEDICT."

There was a long pause on the other end of the conversation. "ARE THEY LISTENING IN RIGHT NOW?" the response finally came.

Kelly glanced at the left corner of the datapad. No other members of the conversation was listed. "NO, THEY'RE NOT," Kelly wrote back.

"THEY'RE FUCKING LUCKY I'M THE SENTIMENTAL TYPE," came the response. "BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR PAUL, WE WOULDN'T BE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION."

"WHO IS HE?" Kelly wrote. "THEY DIDN'T TELL ME."

Another long pause, long enough that Kelly wondered if the mole had disconnected. Finally, the response came. "IT DOESN'T MATTER. IF BOSSES ARE PISSED ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED ON ONTAROM, I'VE GOT SOME INFORMATION THAT SHOULD CHANGE THEIR MINDS ABOUT ME. SOMETHING YOU SHOULD PROBABLY TAKE TO THEM RIGHT AWAY IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR BOTH OF US."

Kelly leaned in close to the datapad. "WHAT'S THE INFORMATION?"

After another pause. "TELL OUR BOSSES THAT THEY MIGHT WANT TO CALL IN AN EXTERMINATOR."

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND."

Pause.

"THE NORMANDY HAS A RAT PROBLEM."

* * *

"Shit, what'd I do?" Kasumi said, as she watched all the computers activating around her. One by one, blue lights blinked on, as the systems lining the walls of the room hummed to life.

"Hello," said a pleasant female voice behind Kasumi, and the startled thief jolted as she turned in the direction of the sound. "According to my internal chronometer, it has been three years, six days, five hours, 18.74 minutes since my last error check. Would you like me to run my auto-diagnostic sub-routines before resuming normal operations?"

Kasumi stared in shock, mouth hanging open, her words failing her. Finally, after a long period of just staring at the glowing blue sphere in front of her, she finally spoke.

"EDI?"
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