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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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Gianna forced herself to remain calm. She'd been through training to deal with exactly this sort of situation. Granted, her self-defense classes had focused more on dealing with human attackers, and not a crazed turian rapist, but many of the same principles still applied.

She struggled against Delston, the seething turian's talons groping at her waist. The heavy bulk on top of her made it difficult, but she had to keep him off-balance. Couldn't let him do what he intended to do...

"Stop squirming, bitch," Delston snapped. With a rough yank, he finally sunk his talons underneath the waistband of Gianna's pants and yanked. There was a loud sound of fabric tearing, and the front of Gianna's pants were ripped to shreds, revealing her panty-clad mound to the enraged turian and his throbbing blue cock. Delston's jaw gaped, as he drove a knuckle into the line of Gianna's labia and started forcefully rubbing her. Gianna defenseless to stop him, he then grabbed the front of her underwear and gave a hard tug, and within seconds of him landing on top of her, her pussy was bare and ready to be assaulted.

"Here it comes, you little human bitch," Delston said, placing the head of his cock against her cunt and leaning down on top of her. "Here comes what you..."

Gianna wasted no time. As soon as he leaned forward on top of her, she wrapped both of her arms around one of his, and then heaved up and to the side with her entire body. Delston wasn't ready for the sudden shift, and before he even knew it Gianna had managed to push him over to the side and roll on top of him. She ended up perched on top of his waist from above, Delston too surprised at first to react to the sudden change of position.

Before he could recover, Gianna reached down, took hold of the blue shaft of meat protruding from between his crotch plates, and twisted.

"GAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Delston let out a high-pitched shriek, as Gianna attacked the most sensitive area on the turian body. While he writhed on the floor in pain, Gianna rose to her feet. After a few seconds of scanning the room, she spotted her pistol about 100 feet away. She took a step in the direction of her weapon...

...and immediately went tumbling to the floor. She brought up her hands in time to prevent herself from landing face first, but the impact still knocked the wind out of her. Looking down at her feet, she saw that her shredded pants had fallen down her legs and tangled up around her ankles. "Son of a bitch," she muttered, struggling to try and move the legs of her pants past the bulky boots she wore, while trying to crawl her way towards her gun before Delston recovered.

"Damn you! Human bitch, I'll show you!" she heard Delston moaning on the floor. She was getting close now. Just a few feet away to reach...

She felt something pulling on her. Looking back, she saw Delston back on his feet, his hands around the pants between Gianna's ankles. His cock was now a disturbing shade of purple, but despite the pain Gianna still saw the same raging lust flashing in his eyes. "You think you've beaten me? Stupid little human whore! I'll show you... show all of your kind just what we're capable of doing to you!"

Gianna grunted as she tried to escape Delston's grip. The turian heaved with all of his strength, though, and the gun on the floor slipped further away from Gianna's grip as he dragged her back.

Just when Gianna was sure that she was doomed, her abused lower garment had finally had enough, and she heard the pants tear in half. Before Delston could grab her again, Gianna crawled forward as quickly as she could manage. Her hand found the grip of the pistol, and she rolled onto her back and fired. Round after round sunk into Delston's chest and torso, the turian reeling back with each shot but not hitting the ground.

Finally, Gianna's thermal clip was exhausted, her weapon smoking and beeping and letting out clicks as she kept trying to pull the trigger. And yet, the turian was still standing. Albeit gasping heavily and obviously in pain. "You... you won't..." he wheezed, stumbling and nearly slipping in the puddle of blood that had formed underneath his feet. Trying to keep from falling to the floor, he reached out a hand towards the nearby wall. "I'm gonna... gonna..."

Gianna winced, as Delston attempted to steady himself on the wall, only to realize too late that he was standing next to one of the rapidly churning exhaust fans. There was a muffled thunk sound, and suddenly the turian's right hand was replaced with a bloody stump. The pain of the sudden dismemberment elicited another sharp cry from Delston, and he started slipping and sliding on the blood on the floor again.

Jumping up to her feet, Gianna rushed towards the turian before he could regain his footing, grabbed him by the fringe, and gave him a hard shove, face-first, directly into the fan. The old metal wall-fan let out a loud groan of protest, but by the time it finally grinded to a halt at the sudden obstruction, Delston's face had been reduced to a bloody mass.

"Fu... fuck," Gianna gasped for breath as she recovered from what had just happened. Just a minute ago this guy had been scared shitless, cowed into obedience just by shoving a gun into his face. The man she had just barely managed to fight off... didn't resemble the cowardly criminal she was taking to justice in Noveria at all.

Gianna knew that sometimes desperation caused people to do crazy things, but why would Delston have come back to attack her, when anyone else would have found themselves a spaceship off this station and never looked back?

Gianna glanced at the apparently blank section of the wall, where the armored stranger had left the cloaked device. Did it have something to do with that thing? That sound of gas that she had heard when she'd gotten close... could it be the cause of the sudden change in Delston's demeanor?

And if it could turn the meek thief she had captured into the nearly-unstoppable monster she had barely managed to kill... what was it doing to the rest of the population of Omega?

Well, whatever was going on, between this gas and the mercs in the city rounding up humans, Gianna knew that it was way past time for her to get off this station. On the bright side, she at least didn't have Delston to deal with anymore. But on the bad side, he had known a hell of a lot more about this station than she did, and Gianna had almost no idea how she was going to manage to escape.

Not to mention... Gianna looked down at herself and sighed. Her pants and underwear were now little more than shredded bits of cloth. Not only was she going to have to escape a station that could potentially be filled with human-hating aliens out for her ass (in the worst possible sense), but she might have to end up doing it while completely bottomless. And, with no spare heatsinks for her weapon, completely unarmed as well.

"Well, guess here goes nothing," Gianna said to herself, taking a deep breath before leaving behind Delston's corpse and heading down the passageway her former prisoner had previously fled down. She had no idea where she was going, but if this was the way Delston had started heading before the gas or whatever caused him to go nuts, he must have thought that there was some escape for him in this direction. So it was as good a place to start as any.

Gianna felt ridiculous as she stepped cautiously down the hallway: wearing nothing but a tube top, leather vest, and boots, naked from the waist down, with her only protection a depleted pistol that, if the rest of the Omega population was anything like Delston was, wouldn't even work that well as a deterrent.

Well, at least when I get caught, they won't have as much trouble finding a hole to stick it in, Gianna thought ruefully, as a cool breeze brushed along her naked ass.

The corridor took a bend, and as Gianna turned and kept walking, she heard muffled grunts coming from ahead. Stopping in her tracks, she looked back over her shoulder at the way she had came. She could turn back around, but there was always the possibility that someone may have heard her struggle with Delston and was already investigating. And even if they hadn't, she'd be going the opposite direction that Delston had fled, which was literally all she had to go on right now.

Keeping her empty pistol ready, she moved further down the hallway. Maybe she could sneak by whoever was up ahead. And if she scoped it out and it was too dangerous, she could turn around then.

As she moved closer to the sounds, they grew even more unmistakable: the sounds of pleasured moans echoed around the narrow corridor she walked through. After a few more seconds, the corridor opened up into a large maintenance room. Keeping herself in cover and out of sight, Gianna frowned as she saw what was happening up ahead.

"Yeah, that's right," said a well-muscled asari with scars across her shoulders and torso. Reaching behind her with one hand, the naked alien woman had a firm grip on the back of a human male's head, and was holding it in place between her ass-cheeks. "Stick that dirty human tongue of yours all the way up my asshole. Clean it up nice and good."

The unfortunate human male – from the remains of the uniform that he wore, Gianna guessed that he was some sort of Omega maintenance worker – was apparently unable to free himself from the asari's powerful grip, and was only occasionally let up for air before having his face planted back against the asari's asshole. The asari let out a coo of pleasure, as the human started lapping at her puckered anus.

As Gianna moved closer, she spotted another asari, fully clothed in body armor unlike her companion, crouching behind the captive human. The clothed asari, just as well-built and intimidating as the other, reached around the human to stroke his cock. Meanwhile, with her other hand, she worked a thick dildo around inside his ass. "You like that, human?" the second asari mockingly declared, as she drove the dildo down deeper into the man's backside. "Gonna spill your pathetic human seed all over the ground while I fuck your ass? Maybe I should make you lick it up off the floor after you're done. Wouldn't want that dirty human cum of yours leaving a stain on this beautiful station, would we?"

Gianna felt her stomach roil in disgust, as the two asari continued humiliating the human. Just as she was about ready to look for an exit to the room, she spotted a glint of yellow out of the corner of her eye, and all of her plans changed.

The two asari women were Eclipse mercenaries, Gianna now knew. Because the naked one had left her armor near to where she and her comrade were assaulting the helpless human. Gianna especially liked the sight of the helmet sitting almost daintily on top of the pile of armor. A helmet that completely covered the head and face of the wearer.

If I can get my hands on that armor, Gianna thought to herself, Maybe it'll be enough to let me pass myself off as an asari, and get around the station more easily. It was a weak plan, but from what she'd seen so far, maybe the rest of the aliens on this station would be too busy violating the rest of the human residents to pay her too much mind.

It would be difficult to reach the armor without being noticed, but the alternative of trying to sneak around Omega with her ass and pussy hanging out didn't much appeal to her either. Cautiously, Gianna kept to the shadows as she crept closer to the hideous carnal scene playing out in the maintenance room. There were several control panels she could use for cover between her and the armor pile, and currently the two asari were more enthralled with tormenting their human captive than with wondering how their clothing was doing.

Gianna kept her breath low, the sound of it barely audible over the thrum of machinery and the mocking laughs and pleasured moans being made by the two Eclipse mercs. Still, every time she exhaled she was certain that one of the asari would immediately snap their head in her direction.

As well as the self-defense classes she had taken, her time spent preparing for a job as a Noveria Internal Affairs agent had included some combat training. But before today, Gianna had never been forced to use that training in an actual dangerous situation. Most of her quarries were white-collar criminals. Guys like Delston who were much more comfortable selling weapons than actually firing them. Pencil-pushers and weaklings who piss themselves at the first sign of a threat. These asari were... not that.

Still, she had to try. As she got closer to the two women and their human captive, she could hear the man's helpless groans, muffled between a pair of asari asscheeks. Every fresh thrust of the dildo into the man's ass elicited another pained moan. The worst was the sound of the clothed asari's hand vigorously jerking off the helpless man's cock, the slick sound of her spit-soaked hand working rapidly up and down the man's length somehow sounding more vulgar than even the pleasured groans of the merc having her ass eaten out.

Gianna was so close now. Making her move quickly, she found herself hunkered behind the control panel next to where the pile of armor had been placed. Just as she reached out to grip onto the helmet...

"Well, look what we have here, ladies! A pretty little party crasher!"

* * *

Her name was Asha. He had overheard it once in his time in the marketplace, one of the vendors greeting her by name, and the vibrant young human smiling and waving back. Her smile had been so... alive. In a place like Omega, where things could get so ugly on a regular basis, she had a smile that seemed to brighten up the entire station.

Now, Asha was face-down on the street, struggling and moaning. One man held her hands down onto the ground, while another grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked them down. The pretty human shrieked as the attacker behind her positioned her with her backside up in the air, aimed the tip of his manhood at her entrance, and thrust inside of her. After a few seconds of rough intercourse, when Asha had ceased her struggles and simply lay limply in defeat, the other attacker took her by the hair, yanked her up to the level of his own throbbing cock, and shoved it between her lips.

He watched it all play out from the shadows, feeling the warmth of his tears on his cheeks as he looked from the rape happening in the middle of the street, to the discarded clothing of the two men nearby. Laying in a pile, the two sets of dark robes had landed in a puddle of some unknown fluid, the substance seeping into the fabric slowly.

Brothers, I am sorry, he thought to himself mournfully, as he looked back to the two drell raping Asha. If I had been a better teacher, given you more guidance... perhaps in the end you would have found the strength to resist the dark influence being forced on you.

But there was nothing to be done now. Shuffling silently away, he stepped into a back alleyway, his mournful face hidden underneath the hood of his robes. In the distance, he could hear desperate cries for help. Male, female... all of them human. He knew not what had caused the people of Omega to lose their collective minds, but he felt he should do something. In the relative privacy of the darkened alleyway, he clasped his webbed hands together. Quieting his mind, he began his prayer.

"Arashu, hear my words," he said quietly. "I have seen much darkness in my life. For a time, I even answered to its seductive call. But with your blessings, and the guidance of your servants in this world, I was able to turn away from the brink of my own ruination. I made a promise to you... and to myself. That I would never raise a weapon. Never take a life. That I would bring peace to a galaxy torn apart by violence and war, and not cause even more death and misery. But under these circumstances, I worry that more violence may be the only solution. If I continue to live a life of peace, I would be allowing the innocent humans on this station to suffer. But if I were to fight, to try and help them, I would be forsaking my promise to you. I have always wanted to believe that there was always another option besides violence, but I do not see it here. Please, guide me. Tell me what it is I should do, and I will heed your word."

And in his mind, he could hear the response. In a voice almost as familiar to him as his own. It wasn't the first time he had heard it, and he wasn't sure if it was truly the gods speaking to him, his own conscience, or perhaps a benevolent spirit watching over him. Regardless, he heard the words all the same.

I have watched you with great pride, my son. The work you have done to aid the unfortunates of the galaxy, the selflessness that you have displayed, is an inspiration to our once-proud people. But as much as it pains me to say this, the circumstances on this station are as you say. If you wish to truly protect these people, then you will need to use all of the tools at your disposal, do whatever it takes to liberate them from their attackers. There is a time for motherhood and compassion, my son. And then there is a time for the sihas. You know, deep inside of you, what you must do.

"I do," he said, lowering his hands from his prayer stance and clenching them into fists. Stepping further down the alleyway, he stood in front of the closed doorway. Shutting his eyes in pain as he heard the distant cries of more victims, he wiped away his tears long enough to input the numeric code he had seen the dark-skinned human enter earlier. The door slid open, and he stepped inside and triggered the lights.

As the room was illuminated, he headed toward the pile of crates in the center of the warehouse. Opening the boxes, he searched through the armaments for an appropriate set of weapons. Stealth would be the most important factor to consider. He eventually settled on an M-11 Suppressor and an upgraded M-92 Mantis with a special silencer attachment. It had been some time since he had held a weapon, but he found his hands seeming to move of their own accord as he loaded and prepared the instruments of death.

"Arashu, forgive me for what I may have to do," he offered up one further prayer as he secreted the weapons underneath his robe. "Amonkira, let my aim be true. And Kalahira... keep me from seeing your shores until I have completed my tasks in this world."

Ready as he would ever be, he stepped outside of the warehouse and locked it shut again.

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"We'll give you one more chance, Justicar," said the asari maiden, hungry eyes leering at the two humans hiding behind Samara. "Give us the humans and we'll allow you to leave in peace. But if you refuse... we'll have to take them by force."

Samara tensed as the crowd drew in closer. Behind her, she could hear Tonia let out panicked sounds.

"No, I can't... not again, please," the terrified human whimpered. And before Samara could stop her, Tonia made a desperate dash towards an opening in the crowd.

"Tonia, stop!" Allers called out, but it was too late. Tonia only got a small distance through the crowd before they took hold of her. The last thing Samara saw of her was several of the Omega citizens tearing off the terrified human's clothes and pulling her into a back alley, before the crowd shifted and the unfortunate human was out of sight.

"So... you got some sort of plan to get us out of this, I assume?" Allers said, her voice trembling slightly as she stared around at the angry aliens and the large bulges between many of their legs.

Samara said nothing. Her mind brought her back to centuries ago, and the village that Morinth had dominated to her will. Samara had tried to talk the villagers down, make them see reason. But in the end, her daughter's hold on them had been too strong, and Samara had been forced to kill them all to ensure her own survival.

It had been horrible. One of the many reasons why Samara had dedicated herself to removing her monster of a daughter from this universe. But despite her success against Morinth, she now found herself faced with the exact same dilemma here. Only now it wasn't just her own survival that was at stake. It was the safety of the reporter who had entrusted herself to Samara's protection.

But these people were not in their right minds. Whatever had happened on this station, Samara was sure that most of the angry mob around them were good people, their desires and hatreds being twisted by the angry words of Balak and... something else. Samara wasn't sure what, but it was the only thing that kept her from pulling out her pistol and firing into the crowd.

And even if she did, what then? No doubt the rest of the station was being affected by the same strange compulsions, if the screams that Samara heard in the distance were any indication. Would she really be able to slaughter her way through the entire Omega station to get Allers to safety? Could she do something so monstrous, all for the protection of one woman? One pathetic, useless human slut, who would probably love nothing better than to take a hundred cocks in her...

"No," Samara said out loud, both to the advancing mob demanding Allers and to the unnatural urges being forced into her head. Reluctantly, she reached for the pistol at her hip. Looking up, she counted at least twenty people blocking their way in one direction, and probably more than thirty in the other direction. None of them were armed, but in those sorts of numbers, Samara would only be able to take down a few before they were able to rush her.

"Then you leave us no choice," the asari who had seemed to be designated as the "leader" of the angry mob said. "I hope you've prepared yourself to meet the Goddess, Justicar. Because..."

And that was when there was another scream. Closer than the other ones... and definitely not a human one. But the unmistakable flange of a turian crying out in pain, somewhere in the back of one of the crowds.

As the rest of the crowd turned their attention in that direction, there was another cry of pain. Deep and harsh, a batarian most likely. And then, just after the screams, the sounds of gunfire.

"What the...?" the asari maiden said, as the people at the front of the crowd suddenly started rushing forward, their lustful faces now wrought with terror. In the confusion, Samara couldn't see who was attacking from the back of the crowd, but more and more screams of pain started to ring out through the panicking crowd. The maiden, however, stood her ground, moving against the tide of fleeing citizens of Omega to catch a glimpse of what was making them so fearful.

Eventually, most of the aliens had started to flee, and Samara caught a glimpse of a figure at the back of the crowd, clad head-to-toe in body armor and advanced slowly in the direction of Samara and Allers. Raising a hand, the armor-clad figure fired off shots from their palm at the fleeing attackers, hitting several of them in the back as they tried in vain to evade the bullets.

"Stop this!" Samara called out to their armored rescuer. "They have lost controls of their actions!"

"Samara, come on," Allers said, grabbing her by the arm. "We've got our chance, let's make a break for it!"

But Samara shrugged her off, calling out again to the armored attacker. "Cease fire at once!" she yelled over the sound of shots ringing out. But the attacker seemed to pay her no mind, aiming further attacks at the fleeing crowd and watching as they yelled out and fell to the street, smoking holes in their backs.

"You think you know what you're messing with?" said the asari maiden, staring unafraid at the attacker as she lit up with biotic power. "Well, you're gonna wish you were never born once I..."

Reaching behind her back, the armored figure quickly yanked out a gleaming sword. Within less than a second, the blade flashed out, and the asari maiden's head slowly rolled off her shoulders and hit the street with a wet thump.

By now, all of the remaining attackers were either dead in the street or had long since run away. Looking around for any further threats, the armored figure eventually reached up and hit a latch on the side of their helmet. The face-obstructing piece of armor was yanked away, revealing a sultry-looking human with long blond hair. Shaking her head and running metal-clad fingers through her golden locks, the woman looked over the carnage she had just caused and smiled.

"Now that... was fun," the human woman said enthusiastically. "Like a little alien shooting gallery."

"While we appreciate your help, you should know that these people were innocents," Samara said, approaching the armored woman cautiously. "Something has happened on this station that has caused the non-humans to take leave of their senses."

The blond human looked in Samara's direction and nodded. "Yeah, it's some bad shit, right? Which is why I came here to get you, Samara. Got a ship ready to take you off this station to somewhere safe."

"You... how is it that you know who I am?" Samara said, staring at the woman cautiously.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Who do you think sent you that message? Gave you that Ardat-Yakshi on a silver platter? Look, we'll have time to hash this out later. Right now, my mission is to get you on a ship and off this station, right now."

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid my place is here now," Samara said. "The humans on this station are in danger, and it is my duty to try and protect them." Stepping aside, she took Allers by the shoulder and ushered her forward. "Ms. Allers, on the other hand... this is not the place for her. If you wish to rescue someone, rescue her."

The armored woman shook her head. "'fraid not. I'm here for you, and you only, Samara."

"And as I said, my place is..." Samara's voice trailed off, as her eyes locked on the front of the woman's armor. Hissing in a breath, she pointed her pistol in the woman's direction.

"Samara, what are you doing?" Allers asked, voice slightly panicked.

Samara glared at the woman, ignoring Allers as she kept her weapon at the ready. "That is a Cerberus insignia on your armor," Samara said coldly. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

She reacted to the gun pointed at her with an even wider grin. "Good eye. Honestly, I was kinda hoping it would turn out this way," she said. "Name's Morgan, and as for what I want... I already told you, Samara. I'm here to take you off this station. But perhaps I wasn't clear before. That isn't an offer. There's nothing optional about it. " Reaching up, Morgan clenched her fist and triggered a barrier in front of her. With her other hand, she flicked her sword in the air, a spray of purple asari blood splattering from the blade onto the street. "So if you wanna put up a fight, go right ahead. Makes it a lot more interesting for me. Result will be the same either way: you coming with me, either on your feet, or over my shoulder."

"So Cerberus is behind all of this?" Samara said, watching cautiously as Morgan slowly advanced. "Balak's takeover, the insanity taking over all the non-humans... it's all your doing?"

"Yeah, ain't it a trip?" Morgan said jovially.

Samara stared at Morgan, incredulous. "But why? Cerberus is supposed to fight for the cause of humanity, and yet you would allow your own people to be... violated by crazed aliens? Aliens that you yourself set upon them?"

Leaning her head back, Morgan let out an exaggerated yawn. "All this talk talk talk. We gonna do this shit now, or you gonna try to bore me to death?"

"Ms. Allers, get yourself someplace safe," Samara instructed the reporter. "I don't want you caught in the crossfire."

"Uh, sure," Allers said. "Not sure where 'safe' would be on this station at the moment, but I'll do my best." Spotting a nearby pile of crates, she ducked behind it and out of sight, reaching up to deactivate her hovering camera in the process.

Samara turned her attention back to her enemy. "For all the innocents that have been violated and murdered today, by your hand or not, I will see that they are given justice with your death," she said to Morgan, as she tensed her body and readied for battle.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Morgan said. "See how you deal with this, sugar tits," the Cerberus operative pressed a button on the inside of her palm, and then suddenly vanished from sight. As Samara stared at the now empty space in front of her, she heard the sound of footsteps rushing towards her, and then a hard fist driven right into her midsection.

The battle had begun.
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