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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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Ash sat obediently on the couch, watching as her mistress fastened on her armor, Morgan's expression focused and determined. Ash made sure to meet Morgan's gaze every time the blond Phantom looked over in her direction, not wanting to miss it if Morgan had any instructions for her bitch to follow. Whenever Morgan's attention would wander elsewhere, however, Ash's eyes would drift down to Morgan's groin, waiting

hoping?

to see the telltale swell of her cock there, letting Ash know that it was time to service her mistress.

You're just playing the part, the Fake Ash said in her head. Ever since the last time, she had been hearing the Fake Ash more and more, to the point that she wondered if the Real Ash still resided in her messed-up brain anymore. Just until rescue arrives, you're playing the obedient slave. When she tells you to suck her cock, has you bend over to take it from behind... you do it without hesitation. Give her no reason to suspect that you're anything more than her loyal little bitch. The quicker you respond, the more you obey, the better chance you have of surviving until help comes. And if you manage to convince yourself that you're enjoying it, learn to love the feel of your mistress's cock buried deep inside your ass... isn't that even better? Doesn't that make the part that much easier to play?

Morgan turned in the direction of the couch, caught Ash's eyes locked down between her legs. She gave her bitch a melancholy smile. "Sorry, but not right now," she said. "I'm about to go into combat, and I'd like to have something to look forward to when I get back."

Ash felt a slight pang of fear in the pit of her stomach. After the last mission the Normandy undertook, the losses that Morgan's people had taken... Morgan had promised to protect her. To make sure that the rest of her people didn't abuse her. If something happened to the mistress... who would protect Ash then?

Morgan must have seen the dread that crossed Ash's face. After finshing up the process of donning her armor, the Phantom leader stepped over and crouched down in front of Ash. "Don't you worry about a thing, bitch," Morgan said soothingly. "Your mistress and her big fat cock will be back on the Normandy before you know it. Once this mission is over, we get to go back to home base. Back there, the two of us will never have to be separated again. No more dangerous missions, no more bullets flying. Just my cock and your pretty little asshole."

Before, the thought of having to spend more time around Morgan would have been horrifying. But Ash was playing the role, and she smiled at Morgan. Showing her just how happy the thought of having Morgan's cock forcing its way between her asscheeks made her.

"Tell me again, bitch," Morgan whispered, her cold armored fingers gripping onto Ash's bare breasts as her eyes lazily shut. "Tell me what you want me to do when I get back."

"I want you to fuck my ass, Mistress," Ash said, doing her best to sound like she was telling the truth. As time went on, it was becoming easier and easier. "I want you to fuck my ass, Mistress," she repeated, the words putting a lazy smile on Morgan's face. Ash let out a light moan of disappointment as Morgan's hand left her breast, Morgan reaching down to adjust her armor's crotch piece and the massive rod that no doubt was swelling underneath.

"I swear, if I die today daydreaming about that tight little ass of yours..." Morgan said softly. Reluctantly, she finally turned away from Ash, grabbing her helmet and sword before leaving her quarters.

On her way out the door, Morgan nearly plowed straight into Kelly, who had been waiting outside. "Hey, glad you were around," Morgan said, stepping briskly in the direction of the elevator. "Seeing as we're buddies again, Kel-Bear, why don't you keep an eye on my bitch while I'm gone? Bring a meal around for her like last time, all that stuff."

"Morgan, I..." Kelly hesitantly said, cradling a datapad in her arm as she dashed after Morgan. "I have something to tell you."

"Look, whatever it is, it can wait until we get back," Morgan said, stepping into the lift with Kelly following behind. "This is the big one here. Could be one hell of a fight, and I don't need any distractions. But I promise, first thing when we get back, I'll look into whatever it is you have, okay?"

Kelly bit her lip, fidgeting with the datapad. "Well, Morgan, it's... it's kind of..."

The door slid open onto the shuttle bay, and Morgan walked quickly out. "Alright, you little cunts!" she yelled out to the other Phantoms preparing on the deck. "No fucking around this time, nobody staying behind. This is all hands on fucking deck, here! We're gonna have the element of surprise at first, but chances are things are going to go fucking south fast before we leave. Everybody understands their orders, right?" The Phantoms all muttered assent. She turned to one of the Phantoms. "You got the shuttle ready?"

"Yes, ma'am," the Phantom responded. "All the Alliance markings have been painted over. No way to tell this is the Normandy's shuttle."

"Alright, then, everybody get in, let's not waste any more time!" Morgan turned back to Kelly, giving her a warm smile. "This is the last one, Kelly. Once we get this done, we'll get to go back to base, and you and I can play with our bitches as much as we want there! Wish me luck!"

"I... good luck, I..." Kelly stammered. Morgan turned and headed into the repainted shuttle before Kelly could say another word. No sooner was Morgan out of sight, than the elevator door behind Kelly slid open. Preparing their armor, the clone and Brooks walked purposefully in the direction of the shuttle, Erin following right behind them.

"Everything is all set?" the clone was saying to Brooks, checking the fasteners on her armors as they walked.

Brooks nodded. "Our man on the inside has signaled that everything is in place. And our sharp-tongued partner has made all the necessary arrangements."

"Excuse me?" Kelly called out, meeting their strides as the three women went by her without pausing.

"Still makes me a bit sick, knowing that we have to work with him, of all people," the clone said with a mild tone of disgust. "I mean, we're supposed to be Cerberus, last bastion of humanity, right? Why the fuck are we partnering up with..."

"Miss Brooks, Commander Shepard," Kelly said, trying her best to get their attention. "There's something I have to..."

"Later, Kelly," the clone brushed her off. "We've got important things to deal with now." They reached the shuttle, the clone pausing to inspect her weapons.

Kelly shuffled nervously. It wasn't that she was eager to reveal the information that the mole on the Orpheus had given her: that a spy had managed to gain access to the Normandy during their last mission. She dreaded the thought of ratting out one of the best chances for her, Sam, and everyone else to escape from this nightmare. But if the clone and Brooks ended up reading the logs of her conversation with the Orpheus mole, and saw that she knew about the spy and said nothing... Kelly doubted she'd be of much use to her captors anymore at that point.

"Miss Brooks?" Kelly turned to the other half of the Cerberus leadership, hoping that the calmer, more rational woman would listen. "I've gotten word from..."

"Oh, that's what this is about?" Brooks said, glancing down at the datapad in Kelly's hands in disdain. "Seems our 'valuable asset' aboard the Orpheus has information for us." Brooks turned away from Kelly, talking over her shoulder as she made her own preparations. "Just tell me this, Kelly: does our friend have any information on our current mission to Omega? Any unexpected ambushes we should worry about?"

"It's... it's not about the mission, no," Kelly said. "But it's..."

But Brooks cut her off. "Well, then it can wait until we get back," she said. "Time is of the essence right now, I'm afraid. But first thing once we get back, Miss Chambers, we'll look into what our associate has to tell us." Without another word, she joined the clone and Erin in the shuttlecraft. As Kelly watched helplessly, the shuttle lifted off from the deck and flew out of the shuttle bay.

Kelly stared around at the empty deck, all of the Phantoms having departed on the shuttle. She had no idea what to do now. She wished there was some way to deliver a warning to the spy, let them know they were under suspicion and would be in great danger once the Cerberus leaders returned. But she couldn't think of any good way to deliver that message without raising suspicions with the remaining Cerberus crew on the Normandy.

Sighing, Kelly walked back to the lift. She seemed to remember that there was still some of that alcohol from the party in the observation lounge. And right about now, she could use the distraction.
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