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

Gianna froze at the sound of the woman's voice behind her, her fingers inches away from the Eclipse body armor that she had hoped would be her means of escape from this nightmare. Every one of her instincts told her to run, but she couldn't make herself move. Images of being held down and violated by the vicious asari mercs flashed through her mind, and it was only those horrific thoughts that forced her out of her terrified state. Just when she was about to stand up and make one last, desperate break for it, she heard muffled cries coming from the same direction as the voice.

The two asari in the center of the room looked up at the sound of the voice. "Oooh, bring her down here!" said the naked asari forcing the man's face into her ass, finally releasing her grip on her victim and allowing him to draw a much-needed breath. The other asari released the dildo from her grip, the man letting out a relieved groan as the giant fake cock slid out of his ass and onto the ground.

Turning in the direction of the third woman's voice, Gianna saw another asari, fully armored in Eclipse wear, walking in from another entrance to the room. In front of her was a terrified human teenager, the asari dragging her into the room with one of her hands clamped over the struggling girl's mouth. With the two other mercs distracted by the new arrival, Gianna shifted herself to a better, less visible hiding spot behind another control panel. It took her further away from the armor she had been trying to grab, but from here she would watch everything that was happening without being spotted.

As the third merc brought the struggling young woman down to her comrades, the male that they had been tormenting looked in her direction. "Oh, God, no," he suddenly said, and jumped up to his feet. "Let her go, damn you!" he yelled out, as the two other asari grabbed him by the arms and held him back from rushing at the third Eclipse merc and her captive.

Seeing the man struggling, the young female human went wide-eyed. With an amused expression on her face, the third asari merc released her captive, and she rushed in the direction of the human man while calling out. "Dad! Dad!"

Seeing this reaction and smiling in bemusement, the two asari mercs released the man, letting him run forward and embrace his daughter. "Honey, what in God's name are you doing down here?"

The teenaged girl clutched at her father desperately, the heartwarming scene ruined just a little by the father's naked cock still dangling free as he embraced his daughter. "There was some sort of announcement over the speakers," the daughter said. "Something about humans being slaves now. I didn't know what else to do, so I came to find you."

"Oh, honey," the father said, stroking his daughter's hair as tears dripped down his cheeks. "You're okay now, honey. You're gonna be okay."

"Aw, so touching," said the naked asari merc mockingly. "You hear that, little girly? You're gonna be just fine now. Just ask your daddy how well we've been treating him, huh?"

Reluctantly letting go of his daughter, the father turned to the three asari mercs. "Please... do whatever it is you want to me, but leave her alone. She's all I have left after her mother died in the war. Please just let her go."

"Listen to the human blubber," said the other merc who had previously been abused the man. "What do you think, ladies? You think we should let her go?"

The third merc, the one who had brought the girl, crossed her arms and considered, as if lost in thought. "I don't know. Think I might have a better idea." Leaning over to the side, she whispered to one of the other mercs first, than the other. Both of them immediately got huge grins on their faces, while the father and daughter watched in terrified anticipation.

"That's a good idea, Celisa," the naked merc said to her armored comrade. Walking over to the two humans, seemingly unconcerned about her underdressed state, she addressed the man first. "Let me ask a few questions before we make our decision." Glancing down at the remains of the man's uniform, she read his nametag. "Now, Norman... how old is your daughter here?"

"Please, don't..." Norman said fearfully.

"Shh, shh," the merc said softly. "Just answer these questions for me, Norman, and I promise we'll show mercy. Your daughter... how old is she?"

Staring at the floor, still shuddering in fear despite the asari's assurance, Norman answered, "Eighteen."

The asari arched a brow. "By the Goddess. They grow old so fast, don't they?" Turning back to her comrades, she asked. "I forgot, Te'eria... what's the equivalent of eighteen dog years for us asari?"

The merc who had been with the naked one originally, Te'eria, responded. "Just about eighty or so."

Nodding at the answer, the naked merc turned her attention to the daughter. "I don't believe we've met, my dear. And you are..."

"R...Rose," the teenage girl said, voice trembling slightly.

"Ah, that's beautiful. Pretty little Rose," the asari said, reaching a finger up to push aside a lock of Rose's tangled brown locks from her face. "Well, Rose, my name is Falia. I believe you've already met Celisa here, and my other well-dressed comrade here is Te'eria. And the announcement you heard earlier... all of it was true. You, and all of your kind, are here to serve us now. You will do what we ask you to do, when we ask you to do it. And if you resist us... you will be punished."

Taking Rose by the shoulder, Falia pointed her in the direction of her father. "See your daddy over there? Before you showed up, you know what your daddy was doing? Do you?" When Rose shook her head, Falia smiled wickedly at Norman. "Well, your dad had his tongue buried deep inside my tight little asshole. And he was licking it so well, too. Kinda makes you wonder if he ever did anything like that with your mom before she kicked the bucket, doesn't it?"

As Rose stared red-faced at the floor, Norman took a step forward. "Please, stop this. You said that you'd..."

"Don't interrupt me, slave!" Falia suddenly snapped. Norman immediately stepped back again, looking fearful both for himself and his daughter. "Now, where was I? Oh, right, your father's tongue up my ass. Now, your daddy didn't want to do it at first. He didn't believe the announcement saying that he wasn't a citizen of Omega anymore. That he was nothing but a pathetic human slave to be used by the rest of the races whenever we wanted. But he came around. He realized that resisting us was pointless. And you... pretty little Rose... you need to follow your daddy's example, you understand? If you want us to be good to you, to not punish you... you need to follow our orders, too? You think you can do that, Rose?"

Rose looked to guidance from Norman, and her father sadly nodded at her. With his encouragement, Rose responded. "I... I can do that, Falia. I'll do wh..."

"Now now," Falia said. "From now on, you humans don't have the privilege of addressing us by name. You'll address me as Mistress from now on, do you understand?"

"Yes... Mistress," Rose said, looking back down at the floor.

Falia nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. You're doing so well, Rose. I think you've earned the mercy I promised your father." Turning to her comrades, Falia gave a vicious smile. "Ladies... I think our pretty little Rose here needs a little more sunlight. How about you get her out of those pesky clothes of hers?"

As Celisa and Te'eria stepped forward and began roughly ripping apart Rose's clothes, the terrified teenager cried out. "Dad!"

"What are you doing?" Norman yelled out as his daughter was stripped naked in front of him. He tried to take a step forward only to find Falia in front of him, a hand on his chest to hold him back. "Dammit, what do you think you're doing to her?"

"You've got it all wrong, slave," Falia said. "We're not going to do anything to her." She turned to watch as her comrades removed the last pieces of clothing from Rose and instructed her to lay on her back on the floor. As Celisa spread Rose's legs wide and looked up at Falia with a wicked grin, Falia grabbed Norman by his flaccid cock and began stroking. "You heard what I told Rose, slave. You're under our command now. And as one of your new mistresses, I command you to get down on the floor," Falia pointed down for emphasis, "And fuck your daughter for me."

On the floor, Rose's eyes went wide in shock. She opened her mouth to scream, only for Celisa to clamp her hand down on the teenager's mouth.

"You... there's no way I could do that," Norman said, averting his eyes from his naked daughter on the floor. "Please... Mistress. I asked you to show mercy on her."

"And I am, slave. In fact, this is the most merciful you will ever see me, in that I'm actually giving you a choice in this matter," Falia said. "You see, if you don't get down there and stick your cock in your daughter's cunt, I'm liable to get bored with pretty little Rose. And if I get bored, I might decide to take a walk with your precious little one. Did you know that Balak, the new man in charge of Omega, has let us merc gangs divide up the station into our own territories? Oh, of course you didn't. Which means you probably didn't know that where we are right now, this spot, is probably one of the closest locations to the borders of the other two territories. So if I get bored with pretty little Rose here, I might decide to bring her with me to pay a visit to one of the other territories. Ooh, could you imagine Rose here in the hands of the Blood Pack? All those giant krogan cocks splitting her pretty little pussy in two, all those vorcha spilling their cum all over your sweet little daughter? Or maybe I'll trade her to the Blue Suns instead, let the turians and batarians fight over who gets to fuck her next?"

Leaning in close to the shuddering Norman, her hand still working on his cock, Falia gave him a disarming smile. "But here in Eclipse territory, slave, it's just us asari and salarians. Now, salarian cocks may not be as small as some of the rumors may lead you to believe, but I will tell you this: they're a lot smaller than krogans. So what's it going to be, Norman? Do you do as you're told, and get to stay with your daughter in service of Eclipse? Or do you refuse, and I flip a coin to see which territory I take your daughter on a walk to?"

Gritting his teeth, Norman clenched his fists. For a second, Gianna was sure he was going to try and throw a punch at the smug asari holding him back. If it had happened, Gianna didn't care if it led to them all dying. She would have jumped out of cover and fought alongside him at this point, to take out these sick fucking asari bitches. But instead, Norman's shoulders went slack, and he finally nodded his head. "I'll do it," he said meekly. "I'll do it."

"Excellent," Falia said. Turning around, he led Norman by the cock over to his prone and helpless daughter. While Celisa had held Rose's mouth shut, Te'eria had been working her fingers around Rose's slit, stroking her cunt and doing her best to prepare the teenager for her father's cock.

"Right down there, slave," Falia instructed. Slowly, in a daze, Norman knelt down between Rose's spread legs. He obviously still had a hard time looking at his daughter in this state, but he forced himself forward, until his cock was less than an inch away from his daughter's pussy. He closed his eyes as he positioned the head of his barely-hard cock against Rose's labia, but then Falia delivered a hard slap to the back of his head.

"Uh uh," she chided him. "You shut those eyes of yours, I know you're just going to be picturing Rose's dear departed mother the whole time. And I won't have you disrespect your sweet little daughter like that. You're gonna keep your eyes open the whole time you're fucking her, you hear me? Both of you, eyes open and looking at nothing but each other the whole time, or the deal's off. Understand?"

Norman let out a sobbing gasp, but he nodded and opened his eyes. Meanwhile, Celisa removed her hand from Rose's mouth, and while the teenage girl whimpered a little, she didn't scream again.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," Norman said, as he leaned forward and positioned himself to penetrate his daughter. "I'm..."

"It's okay, dad," Rose said. "You have to do it, to save me. To save both of us." She forced a smile onto her face. "No matter what... you're my dad, and I love you."

The three asari let out exaggerated "Awww" sounds. "What a touching moment," Celisa said sneeringly. "Now fuck the little bitch."

Slowly, painfully, Norman pushed his hips into his daughter's, his cock slowly penetrating her. After a few agonizing moments, he suddenly stopped and let out a gasp. "Oh... oh, honey..." he said in horror. "You're still..."

"You have to do it, dad," Rose said, keeping her eyes focused on Norman's. "Please, just... make it quick."

"But... oh, God, honey, I don't want to be your... your first..."

Realizing what was happening made the three asari laugh even harder, and made Gianna want to strangle them to death even more. "Aw, looks like daddy's gonna pop his little girl's cherry," Te'eria said mockingly. "Such a special moment in a girl's life."

"Well, no point in waiting," Falia said. Reaching down, she gave Norman a hard slap on the ass. The sudden impact startled Norman, and he thrust forward until his entire cock was buried in Rose's cunt.

Rose winced in pain as her father's cock broke through her hymen. Seeing the concern in Norman's face, she gave him a nod. "I'm okay, dad," she said. "It... it just hurts a little."

"You sure, honey?" Norman said, still managing to sound like a loving father even while balls-deep inside his daughter.

"I'll be fine," Rose said. "Just do it, quickly. Get it over with."

Norman withdrew his cock from Rose's pussy, looking down to see a few light streaks of blood on the gleaming skin of his prick, but no sign of heavier bleeding. Even with that worry out of the way, though, there was still the matter of finishing this horrible act.

A little faster this time, Norman penetrated into Rose's pussy again. Per the orders of their new masters, Norman and Rose kept their eyes focused on each other as Norman fucked his daughter. As the three Eclipse mercs mockingly cheered him on, Norman began thrusting into Rose faster and faster. Despite the sheer disgust that both of them must have been going through, Gianna knew that Norman most likely wanted this to be over as soon as possible, so as the seconds ticked by he began fucking Rose even harder, desperately thrusting his cock inside of his daughter's cunt in an attempt to bring himself off as rapidly as possible.

"Unh, unh, unh," Gianna heard Rose grunting. No doubt struggling to hide the shameful pleasures that her body was sending to her brain at the sensation of a man's cock inside of her for the first time. On and on it went, for how long Gianna couldn't even imagine.

Finally, after countless minutes of flesh slapping against flesh, Norman looked away from his daughter's eyes up to his captors. "Please... please, I'm about to... don't make me cum inside her. I don't want to..."

Falia rolled her eyes. "Very well, slave. As amusing as it would be to make you impregnate your little whore of a daughter, I'd rather you pathetic humans not bring any more of your kind into this universe. Pull out and spill your cum on her if you wish."

Immediately, Norman pulled out of Rose. Closing his eyes for the first time since they had started, he desperately jacked his prick in Rose's direction. Before too long, cum began spurting from the tip of his cock, all over his gasping daughter's sweaty body. Norman grunted as he milked every last drop of his jizz out onto Rose, wanting to make sure that he and his daughter's new mistresses were satisfied with his performance in this horrific act. Finally spent, he rested back on his knees, gasping for breath at the rough exertion of his fucking.

"Well done, slave," Falia said with a wide grin. "You two will make fine additions to Eclipse's new collection," she pulled Norman up to his feet and turned to address her comrades. "You two get these things back to our base, and let them rest up for a bit. After that, though... well, I feel bad for the rest of the team back at base, that they didn't get a chance to see this hot little performance." She looked at Norman and Rose and smirked. "So, I hope you didn't think that was the last time you'd sticking it to your pretty little Rose, slave. Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you do her doggy-style next time. Like the two pathetic animals you are."

Norman looked at Rose shamefully, watching as his cum dripped off of her tits and down her trim stomach. But he put up no fight as Celisa and Te'eria started leading them away.

"You coming, Falisa?" Te'eria turned to ask.

"Well, not like this, dumbass," Falia said snidely, gesturing down at her naked body. "Being paraded naked through the streets is for humans, not for us. Give me some time to get dressed, I'll be right behind you."

Te'eria sneered at Falia, but offered no comeback as she and Celisa led the two defeated humans out of the maintenance area and in the direction of Eclipse territory.

As soon as the two other asari were out of sight, Falia made her way to one of the maintenance panels. Humming casually to herself, she jumped up and perched her naked ass on the edge of the console. Spreading her legs, she reached down and began stroking at her azure. "Oh, Goddess," she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. "Oh, that shit was so fucking hot. Yeah, fuck that little slut daughter of yours. Fuck her until she cums all over her daddy's prick. You filthy fucking humans, fucking like goddamn animals. That's all you're good for, isn't it? Fucking each other and getting fucked. Oh... ohhh yeah..." She let out a series of short gasps as she felt her climax hit, her pussy dripping as she remembered the act of incest she had forced her two new slaves to perform.

Coming down from her climax, she opened her eyes to find herself staring down the barrel of her own pistol.

"Look on the bright side," the dark-skinned human woman with no pants said. "I can think of worse ways to spend your last seconds."

Before Falia could even react, Gianna pulled the trigger, putting a bullet right between the naked merc's eyes. The asari tumbled backward over the console and hit the floor in a crumpled heap.

Quickly, Gianna scooped up the armor from the floor and made a dash for an exit to the maintenance room. There was always the possibility that Falia's comrades had heard the shot, and Gianna wanted to make sure she was somewhere safe before she donned her new disguise.

Once she felt she had moved a safe distance away from the maintenance room, Gianna ducked down into a small alcove and started looking over the armor she had stolen. Just as she was casting aside the remains of her own clothing to don the Eclipse armor, she pressed a hand to her mouth. Feeling her head swimming, she leaned against a wall, stared down at the floor, and vomited. Images of Norman and Rose being forced to fuck each other swam through her mind, and she tried her best to put it out of her thoughts for now.

There would be plenty of time for nightmares once all of this was over.

* * *

"See how you deal with this, sugar tits."

From her hiding spot, Allers watched as the Cerberus woman, Morgan, suddenly vanished from sight. A few seconds later, Samara doubled over from a sudden strike, and Allers realized that the woman had deployed a tactical cloak.

A Phantom, Allers thought to herself. That's what they were called. So it's all true. Cerberus is back. As she watched the Phantom rematerialize after her attack, Samara dodging her next blow expertly and moving herself backward and out of range, Allers's first instinct at the realization of this news was... This is going to be the story of a lifetime!

Taking her usually hovering camera by hand, Allers pointed it in the direction of the fight. She watched in awe as the two powerful warrior women battled against each other. Samara would distance herself from the armored Cerberus operative and attempt to take shots at her barrier, only for Morgan to close the distance and deliver more hard blows to the well-trained Justicar. Some of them Samara managed to avoid, but the Phantom was amazingly fast, and from the impact of her strikes on Samara, appeared to be quite powerful as well.

As she watched the fight rage on, Allers had to remind herself that this was more than just a hot story. Her own fate hung in the balance here as well. As exciting as it was, and as much as she knew that her audience would drool all over it, the eventual winner of this battle would be the one to determine what happened to her. She watched as Samara dodged around the slum streets, trying her best to keep Morgan at a distance and wear down her barrier with shots from her weapon. While Morgan deflected and dodged Samara's attacks, and the objects that Samara would occasionally throw at her opponent with her biotics.

Come on, Samara, Allers silently rooted for her protector. But as she watched the fight rage on, and considered her circumstances more carefully, a thought entered her mind.

Was she backing the wrong horse in this?

Yes, Samara was a good person, and a great subject for her story. And it probably would be a bad thing for her to end up in the clutches of a human-centric organization like Cerberus. But at the same time... what would happen if Samara did win this? She and Allers would be back where they started: in the middle of a space station loaded with horny, crazed aliens looking for a wet human hole to stick it in. Allers's wet human hole, if they had their say in it.

And as much as she trusted Samara's skills, Allers thought about the way she had hesitated when the mob had advanced on them. Had almost been too afraid to fire a shot, and probably would have let the mob take her if Morgan hadn't shown up.

But Morgan... she had no hesitation. She had blown away and carved up all those aliens like they were nothing. And while Samara looked like she might have been slowly getting the upper hand against Morgan at the moment, it was that hesitation of Samara's that worried Allers.

So what if Morgan did win this? It wasn't like she was going to kill Samara, after all. Just kidnap her and bring her along back to their ship. And really... they must have room for one more human in that ship of theirs, right?

As the fight raged on, and Allers considered it more and more, it started to sound better and better to her. An organization like Cerberus had to have a lot baggage to deal with, with a name as toxic as that. But what if they had someone in their corner? A reporter embedded among their ranks, ready to deliver the "truth," or at least a favorable version of it, to the rest of the galaxy.

And that was when it hit her: Shepard! In all the confusion, she had almost forgotten about all the stories of Commander Shepard deserting the Alliance and Council and rejoining Cerberus. Shepard would be sure to bring her on again! After all, she had done it once before. It might be a little uncomfortable for Allers, to be back on the Normandy again after all the things that had happened there during the war. But given a choice between being on the Normandy right now, and sticking around on Shiny-Time Rape Station with only a trigger-shy justicar watching her back, Allers decided that the choice was obvious.

Looking up from her cover, Allers felt a pang of fear. Samara was starting to win, the blond haired Phantom's barriers drained and Samara's shots bouncing off of her body armor. All it would take was for Samara to get one good headshot in, and Morgan was finished.

She had to make her choice now. And so she did.

"Samara!" she yelled out. "Help me!"

It was just a moment's distraction, Samara glancing in the direction of Allers's cries for a split second. But in such a pitched and strenuous battle, it was all that her opponent needed.

Moving in quickly, Morgan grabbed Samara by the wrist and twisted. Within less than a second, she had Samara locked in a painful arm hold, wrenching her forearm behind her back and twisting until Samara dropped the pistol in her hand. Delivering a hard kick to the back of Samara's leg, Morgan sent the Justicar down to her knees on the pavement.

"Don't you move, now," Morgan said, bringing up her palm blaster and putting it up against Samara's face.

"I'm... sorry, Falere," Samara said, her eyes cast down at the ground as she realized she had been defeated. "Forgive me."

Morgan pressed a finger inward, and the glow in the palm of her hand changed colors. Pressing it into Samara's temple, Morgan fired, and Samara jolted as an electric charge surged through her body and sent her face-first to the ground, unconscious.

"Well, now," Morgan said to herself, taking a deep breath and staring down at her now helpless captive. "I don't know about you, babe, but I'm fucking hard as a rock after that." She grinned. "Oooh, I know a bitch who's getting a nice big present when I get back to the ship!"

Cautiously, Allers came from out of hiding, putting on her best smile as she walked up to the victorious Phantom. "Quite a fight out there... Morgan, was it?" She stretched out a hand. "Diana Allers from Battlespace."

Morgan grinned at her and held up her hand. "Sorry, hon. Handshakes in this armor have the potential to be... a bit messy. But it's nice to..." Suddenly, Morgan's jaw dropped wide open. "Oh... my... GOD! It really is you! THE Diana Allers!" Morgan looked around at the immediate area, as if asking the corpses of the aliens surrounding them if they could believe this shit. "I am such a huge fan of yours! Back during the war... your coverage was all that I ever watched!"

"Well, thank you very much," Allers said, trying her best to sound humble. "Always nice to meet a fan. But from what I hear, you and I have a certain, even more famous woman in common, don't we?"

This brought a confused look to Morgan's face. "Even more..." she started to saw quizzically. Finally, though, recognition dawned on her face. "Oh, right! Well, maybe not as common as you might think, but that's right. You did fly with Commander Shepard on the Normandy back during the war, didn't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. Quite an adventure," Allers said, glad to see a rapport already building between her and Morgan. "Used to bunk back in the starboard cargo bay back then. Don't suppose there's still a cot in there these days?"

"Hmm? Oh, right, yeah. We've got some... well, some other 'passengers' staying there at the moment," Morgan said, making air quotes around the word "passengers" as she spoke and chuckling. Allers wasn't sure what the implication was, but she laughed along with Morgan all the same.

"Well, that's a shame," Allers said. "But still... don't suppose there might be a little room on board the Normandy these days for a pretty reporter and her camera. Maybe give this new Cerberus the kind of press it needs to get over its bad reputation?"

Morgan furrowed her brow. "Oh, you're... you're asking to come along with us."

"In so many words, yes," Allers said. "I mean, not to put too fine of a point on it, but I did just give you a big assist in that fight. Think maybe you can give Shepard a call, see if it might be okay for me to tag along since I helped you guys out?"

Morgan considered this carefully. "Well... my mission only said to bring Samara here back," she said. "Didn't say anything about any tag-alongs."

"I'll pull my fair share, trust me," Allers said, trying her best not to sound desperate despite her extremely desperate circumstances. "Just give Shepard a call and let her know I'm here. I'm sure she'll bring me back on."

Taking a step back from Allers, Morgan took a long look up and down her body. "Yeah, maybe... we might be able to squeeze you in with the other residents in the cargo bay. Might be a little tight, though."

"Please, have you seen the average Alliance ship? The Normandy is a luxury yacht compared to those," Allers said. "Trust me, I can deal with cramped."

"Yeah, I can definitely see it," Morgan said with a strange smile on her face. "But let me check in with the boss ladies, okay?"

"Take whatever time you need," Allers said, smiling in satisfaction at a negotiating job well done. "I'll just be waiting here."

Putting a finger to her temple, Morgan activated her communicator. "Hey, yeah, Shepard. Yeah, I've got the target here, but there's something else." She paused for a second. "No, no, nothing bad, just... unexpected. I've got Diana Allers here, from Battlespace. Says she wants to volunteer to come along." A long pause. "Battlespace, you know? The wartime reporting show? Ran all during the war, you..." Another long pause. "Hmm, well, she did say she was on the Normandy back during..." Pause. "Yeah, I know that wasn't technically during your time at the helm, but just for appearances, maybe we should..." Pause. "Gotcha. Understood, ma'am."

Allers waited in expectation, as Morgan walked back to Samara's limp body. Reaching down, the well-muscled Phantom reached down and picked up the limp Justicar by the waist, slinging her over her shoulder. "Well?" Allers said, as Morgan said nothing in the course of her duties. "What did she say?"

Morgan looked at Allers, and shrugged with her free shoulder. "Said she doesn't remember you. Said we ain't got the space for you. Sorry."

"Don't have... wait, what?" Allers exclaimed, as Morgan started to walk away. "Hold on a second. She has to remember me. She personally... PERSONALLY invited me onto the Normandy during the war! There's no way that she doesn't..."

"Look, the boss lady says no... and I go by what the boss lady says," Morgan said. "Sorry about that, but that's the way it is." She gave Allers a sad smile. "Look on the bright side: all this shit going on on Omega... that's gotta be one hell of a story for Battlespace."

Allers chased after Morgan as she made her way down the street. "No, wait, hold on a second," Allers said, her voice getting a bit frantic. "Look, I appreciate that Shepard may not want me back on the Normandy... but I bet you want me there, right?" She batted her eyes at Morgan and put on her most seductive smile. "You did say you were a fan, right? I bet you weren't watching just for my insightful commentary on the Reapers. No, nobody does. They watch for... other reasons."

Morgan looked a little uncomfortable, but nodded. "Well, yeah... I suppose maybe I did."

"Well, then, pay close attention to me, Morgan," Allers said, taking a moment to lick her lips. "I really, really don't want to stay here, you understand? And I will do anything to get off this station. Do you hear what I'm saying to you? Anything. So maybe if you try hard enough, you can sneak me back onto the shuttle to the Normandy, and hide me away in your cabin. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

This made Morgan pause for just a moment. "Really?" she asked Allers. "You'll do anything I ask you to do?"

Allers nodded, and then reached down to lower the zipper on her tight dress, spreading the top apart to put as much of her cleavage on display as she could manage. "You see these, Morgan? Those tits that you would always stare at on the vidscreen? They could be all yours. Along with every other part of me. You bring me along on the Normandy, and I promise you I'll do whatever you ask of me."

"Anything I ask, huh?" Morgan asked, and when Allers nodded, she leaned down and said in a low voice. "Will you suck my cock?"

"Will I... wha?" Allers said in confusion.

Straightening up again, Morgan started walking. "Sorry, offer's off the table. Snooze you lose, baby."

"No, stop! I'll suck your cock, I'll do anything!" Allers cried out, as Morgan quickened her pace and Allers struggled to stay after her in her heels. "Just don't leave me here! Please!"

"Appreciate the offer, Miss Allers, I really do," Morgan called out behind her back. "But I've got a hot little bitch back in my cabin already, and when I ask her to suck my cock, she doesn't hesitate for a second! And no offense, but I don't think you're all that good a replacement." Reaching up with her free hand, she gave Allers a wave. "Have fun, now! I'm sure Balak and his cronies will make sure you don't get too bored!"

"Stop, please!" Allers cried out. Taking a bad step in her heels, she tumbled down to the ground and watched helplessly as Morgan and her asari captive moved further away and out of sight. "Don't leave me here! I saved your life, don't leave me!"

"How'd you put up with that whiny bitch for so long, anyway?" Morgan asked the unconscious asari on her shoulder. "I mean, she's hot and all, but for the love of God, shut the hell up already!"

* * *

Clad in her new armor, barely able to see out of the bulky helmet, Gianna tried her best to look like she knew where she was going as she made her way through the access hallways of Omega.

After a long period of unfocused walking, however, Gianna realized eventually that she was lost. All of these damn hallways look exactly the same! she thought bitterly to herself. Eventually, she realized that she was never going to get anywhere if she stayed in the hidden areas of Omega. If she was going to find her way to a shuttle or any sort of escape, she needed to put her disguise to the test.

She needed to go back out onto the streets.

Continuing her walking, Gianna kept her eyes open for any sign of an access door out into the main streets of Omega. After a few minutes, she finally spotted one, and triggered the lock to open out onto the main areas of Omega.

And as soon as she walked out of the door, she let out an angry curse.

It was the exact same door that Delston had led her into. She was right back where she had started.

Part of her considered heading back into the door and giving it another shot, but she knew that it would be pointless. She'd just get lost again, and she had a much better chance of finding her way out here in the streets. At least she had been here before, and knew generally how to get to the spaceport from here.

As she made her way out into the street, she found the urge to let out a horrified cry as she saw what was happening in the streets of Omega.

In some ways, it looked almost as it had before. Aliens of all species walking the streets, mingling with each other and seeming otherwise normal. It would seem like any other day on Omega...

...except that around seemingly every corner, and against countless numbers of walls, those same aliens were holding humans in place and eagerly raping them. Cries of human men and (mostly) women rang out in the streets, people begging for help and being ignored by the milling crowds of aliens going about their business.

Gianna walked through the streets, dazed at the horrible sights around her. Not watching where she was going, she ran into a krogan holding a sobbing, bent-over woman by the waist and ramming his cock quad-deep inside of her cunt.

"Watch it, stupid asari," the krogan snarled at her. Gianna realized in shock that she remembered him. It was the same krogan who had threatened the Blue Suns mercenaries pulling the woman out of her home from before. And, Gianna was saddened to realize, the same woman that he had been defending now bent over in front of him and staring into space as her once-friendly neighbor viciously fucked her.

Should have destroyed that damn device when I had the chance, Gianna thought to herself, trying her best to stay casual as she walked through the streets with her weapon at her side. Luckily, the two eye-holes of her helmet were fairly difficult for anyone on the outside to see through, so her lack of blue skin wouldn't be apparent unless someone got right up in her face.

Gianna kept hoping that it would stop eventually. That she would turn a corner and the ever-present atrocities would go away. But it just went on and on. Krogans, vorcha, turians, asari and batarians. Even salarians, who Gianna could have sworn didn't even have sex drives. All of them vigorously thrusting their cocks and fingers into every last human orifice at their disposal. And even once they had finished, they simply handed off their playthings to another alien in the crowd, and the rapes would start all over again.

I have to get out of here, Gianna frantically thought. No matter what happens, or what I have to do... I have to get off this station.

As she rounded a corner and started down another thoroughfare, suddenly she heard a voice call out. "You! Hey, you! In the Eclipse armor!"

She froze in panic. Act natural, play it cool, she thought to herself, as she turned around to see who had summoned her.

It was a turian and batarian, each of them wearing Blue Suns armor. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" the turian snarled at her. "You know the rules. This is Blue Suns territory. Get that blue ass of yours back to Eclipse territory before we decide to haul you back there ourselves, understand?"

Gianna mustered up all of her confidence. Eclipse mercs were supposed to be tough, murderers. She couldn't show weakness. "So I took a wrong fucking turn, whatever," she said. "Just wanted to see what kind of human snatch you Blue Suns were holding out on us, that's all. But if you're going to be a bunch of whiny bitches about it, then fine. I'll head back right now." Turning quickly, she began heading in the direction she was going.

"You stupid or something?" the batarian said. "That way is Blood Pack territory." He pointed back behind him, in the direction that Gianna had come from. "Eclipse turf is back that way."

Yeah, but the spaceport is the other way, Gianna thought to herself. Clearing her throat, she barked back at him. "Feel like taking the long way, okay? You gotta problem with that? Then shove it up your bumpy asses. I've got better things to do than waste my time with you fuckers." She turned again, trying her best to walk quickly away from the two mercs.

"Hold on just a minute," the turian said, but Gianna just kept walking.

Please let it go, she silently begged. Just let it fucking go, please.

But then she felt the hand on her shoulder, the turian pushing her into a back alleyway. She turned to protest, only to see both the turian and batarian with their weapons up and pointed at her.

"Take off your helmet," the turian said coldly.

"Fuck you," Gianna said, as she took a step back and tried to glance around the alleyway at her possible routes of escape. "Wait until I tell my superior about this. She's going to bring back a bunch of our people to come and totally fuck you Blue Suns up."

The batarian glanced over at his partner. "Your superior... remind me, what is her name again?"

Dammit, Gianna said, taking another step back as the Blue Suns advanced forward. She'd taken her bluff too far. It had been a stupid plan, and now she was going to pay the price for it.

"Okay, you know what? Fine," Gianna said, reaching up to her helmet and unlatching it to reveal herself. "I'm a human, okay. But I'm not just any human, you understand? I'm a high-level agent with Noveria Internal Affairs. Pretty soon they're going to come looking for me, and if you think this pitiful rock is going to stand up against the combined forces of Noveria's security teams... well, I hope you have fun raping the shit out of me, because once my people get here, they'll be the ones raping the shit out of you, if you know what I mean? So if you know what's good for you and your people, you'll let me go on my way."

It was a good speech, if Gianna said so herself. She thought she sounded very convincing. But the Blue Suns mercs made no motion to lower their weapons. "Your weapon on the ground, human," the turian said, his mandibles flaring as he added, "And then your armor. Me and my buddy here, I think we'd both like to see what Noveria Internal Affairs cunt feels like."

So this is how I go out, Gianna thought to herself, as she reached for the pistol at her hip. Maybe I should just... finish the job myself. A bullet in the side of my head... maybe that'd be a better way to finish things than as a human pleasure slave.

As Gianna mulled the choice between dropping the pistol and bringing it up to her temple, there was a quiet voice from behind the two Blue Suns. "Drop your weapons and let the woman go."

The batarian turned at the sound of the voice, while the turian kept his weapon trained on Gianna. "What... oh, it's just one of you do-good fuckers," the batarian said. "Look, all of your so-called brothers have joined in on the fun. Why don't you take off that robe of yours and help us show this mouthy human bitch who's in charge around here?"

"I'll only say it once more, and then I will be forced to take action. Drop your weapons and let the woman go," the quiet-voiced man said again. As he took a step closer, Gianna caught a glimpse of him over the turian's shoulder: one of the hooded and robed drell that she had seen earlier. While she appreciated the assist, she wasn't entirely sure what he was hoping to accomplish. Was she going to pray him to death?

"Look, bosses say we're not supposed to kill anyone unless we have to," the batarian said, raising up his rifle at the approaching drell monk. "But this is looking more and more like a 'have to' situation, here. You take one more step, and I'll..."

"Very well, then," the drell said, his voice still soft and calm despite a gun being held in his face. "I will not take another step."

The batarian relaxed slightly, just before the drell's robe was suddenly whipped open, and a silenced pistol was pointed right into the batarian's face. It happened so fast, the batarian didn't even have time to consider pulling the trigger before a bullet was already lodged in his brain.

"Fuck, what the..." the turian whirled to face the unexpected attacker. By the time he had turned around, however, the drell had already dashed up to with less than a foot of him, and the turian found himself with the barrel of the drell's pistol up and under his chin.

"Forgive me," the drell said softly, then fired. Blood and brain matter jetted out from the top of the turian's head, and he fell back to the dirty floor of the alleyway with a loud thump.

Before the turian had hit the ground, the drell was already in action. Rushing forward, he scooped up the Eclipse helmet from the ground and thrust it into Gianna's chest. "Put this back on," he said softly to her, urgency in his voice despite its quiet tone. "It won't be long until somebody wonders where they got to. We're going to have to get moving fast."

"Moving? Moving where?" Gianna said to the drell, who had already started dragging the two bodies out of sight.

"The lower reaches of the station," the drell said. "Still damaged from the Cerberus takeover. No cameras, and I doubt the mercs would have much interest in it. A good place for us to plan our next move."

Gianna finished fastening the helmet on and immediately raised her hands. "Wait, wait, hold on. As far as I'm concerned, the only 'next move' for me is to get off this station."

The drell looked at her. "Please, miss... I know things are bad for your kind here. But you managed to make it this long without getting captured. Which means that you have survival skills. The kind of skills that will be needed if we have any chance of defeating this Balak and his people."

"Look, you know what will defeat Balak? Bringing back the Alliance, the Council... anyone we can muster to fight this guy," Gianna protested. "You seem like you're one hell of a fighter, but if you're planning on starting a resistance here? You're going to need a hell of a lot more people than just what's on this station."

The drell paused in his feverish attempts to hide the bodies. Standing up straight, he looked Gianna in the eyes, and she was surprised at the power of his stare. "Look at this place, miss. Aria may have tried to make Omega more respectable, but there was a reason me and my people were here. It was because no one else cared. Not the Council, not the Alliance. Not anyone except the people who live here. Even if we could send a signal off of this station... do you really think anyone would answer it?"

"Well... I don't know, but you at least have to try," Gianna argued. "Look, I have some connections, some favors I can call in. You find a way to get me off this station, and I promise you I'll bring someone back."

The drell considered this, then let out a sigh. "I might know a place. There are several shuttle bays in the lower decks, perhaps one of them still has a shuttle in working condition. But either way, if you wish to stay or not, you need to follow me, and quickly."

Gianna nodded. "Okay, fine," she said. As the drell motioned her to follow, she held up a hand. "Wait just another second, though."

"What?" the drell said, looking somewhat impatient.

"Well, if I'm going to run off with a mysterious man in a robe who just saved my life, I'd at least like to be on a first-name basis with him," Gianna said. "Name's Gianna."

The drell nodded. "Nice to meet you, Gianna. My name is Kolyat. Now... let's get moving."

* * *

ETA: Two minutes to your location, Morgan's voice said on the clone's communicator. Have the shuttle warmed up and ready for me and our newest guest.

"Good work, Miss Lezayen," the clone said into her communicator. "The rest of your people should be back shortly after you. Fifteen minutes from now we'll be off this crummy hunk of rock and finally headed back to home base." Closing the connection, the clone grinned at Brooks. "Well, all things considered, this mission went a whole lot better than Ontarom."

Brooks nodded, staring down at the floor of the shuttle bay thoughtfully. "Yeah, guess so," she muttered.

"Something wrong?" the clone said. "You should be thrilled! We got the two asari bitches and installed the devices without a single hitch." She frowned. "Unless... something didn't go wrong with the virus, did it?"

"No, everything is fine with that," Brooks said, activating her omni-tool and setting it to project a video signal into the air. On the screen, images of Omega flashed, live feeds of all of the rape and brutality in the streets of Aria's former domain. "Garka installed it just as we instructed him to. He reset all the access codes to the Omega control systems... which means that now we have the access to the control systems as well."

"Oh, man," the clone said gleefully. "Just wait until Westerlund News starts getting these videos. Images of aliens raping humans in the streets of Omega. If the Alliance thinks they're going to be able to tamp down the human supremacy movement once that shit gets out... it's going to be fucking amazing watching it all fall apart!"

Brooks nodded again. "Yes, it will be quite a sight," she said dully.

"Hey, look, this was your idea, remember?" the clone said. "I remember thinking maybe it was a little extreme to use Henneman's mind-fuck drugs to drive all the aliens on Omega into a horny frenzy, but you said it was necessary. That it was all part of the plan. You changing your mind about that now?"

"Look, it's not that, okay?" Brooks said. "It's just... something has been bugging me ever since we got here. Like... we've overlooked something."

The clone gave Brooks a firm clap on the shoulder. "Ah, that's just Ontarom talking. Look, in just a few minutes we'll be back on the Normandy and heading straight for home. With what we've accomplished here on Omega, ain't nobody going to be following us. Hell, even if those idiots on the Orpheus had the slightest clue where we were right now, they'd be ripped to shreds if they tried to..."

"Dammit," Brooks muttered, as she rapidly began tapping on her omni-tool. "That's it. That's what Kelly was trying to tell us. Stupid, stupid!"

"Kelly? That's right, she was going on about something while we were leaving. You think maybe it was..."

The clone's voice died in her throat, and her eyes went wide as she saw the chat log between Kelly and the Orpheus mole, projected up into the air. Both of them had their attention focused on one particular line, floating big and orange in front of both of their faces.

"THE NORMANDY HAS A RAT PROBLEM"
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