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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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In the dream, she was back on Eden Prime.

All around her, her teammates were dying. Ash could hear their screams as the enemy cut them down. Geth, she thought to herself, overworked muscles aching as she fled to cover. What the hell are the geth doing past the Perseus Veil? Dammit, bet it's those scientists and that beacon of theirs!

Ducking behind cover, she checked herself over for any major injuries. She had taken a glancing shot earlier, but looked like it just left a minor burn. Still, there were still so many of them, and her entire team had been wiped out. How in the hell was she going to...

And that was when she heard the gunfire. Not the omnipresent sound of the geth weapons that she had been hearing for the past few minutes, but the distinctive noise that only Alliance hardware makes. In the distance, she saw someone firing from up the hill. Taking out the geth advancing on her position with expertly placed shots.

Shit, whoever you are, you just saved my ass, Ash thought, as the figure cautiously moved in closer. Ash stayed crouched behind the rocky cover she had found, taking shots once her weapon's heatsink had cooled down. Eventually, the sound of the geth guns stopped, and the advancing figure in Alliance armor holstered their weapon. Ash watched as they approached, their face hidden behind a helmet.

"Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams," Ash said, moving to rise to her feet. "Thanks for the assist, I..."

The figure's hand suddenly shot out, resting down on Ash's shoulder and keeping her from standing up. Ash, confused, remained crouched behind her cover. With their other hand, the figure reached up and unfastened their helmet, tossing it away and revealing an oddly-beautiful women with long, flowing blond hair.

"Why don't you stay right down there, huh?" the woman said. "After all, a bitch really should show her gratitude in the proper way, shouldn't she?"

Ash's jaw dropped. Before she could even work out a proper response to this stranger's bizarre greeting, her rescuer started working on the front groin section of her armor. Ash watched in shock as the section of armor suddenly sprang off, revealing the woman's bare groin. And the massive, rigid cock hiding underneath her armor.

"Go ahead, bitch," the woman said, stroking her cock and looking at Ash expectantly. "Show me how grateful you are."

Under any other circumstance, Ash would have decked this freakish woman in the face. Or done anything else besides what she was actually doing: staring in silence at the woman's giant cock, the huge organ growing even larger as Ash watched in awe. It was so bizarre, seeing this sort of thing attached to a woman, and yet something about it was so... beautiful.

As her rescuer watched with a casual smirk, Ash scooted closer to the huge organ jutting from her hips. Unable to resist the urge, Ash reached out and tentatively took hold of the base of the cock. Fuck, she could barely wrap her fingers around it, it was so thick. And yet, despite its imposing size, Ash suddenly knew that she wanted this thing inside of her. Needed it inside her.

Licking her lips, Ash stuck out her tongue and cautiously licked the head of the massive cock. At the first taste of her rescuer's cock, and the pre-cum dripping from its head rolling across her tongue, Ash was lost. It wasn't long before her lips were wrapped around the massive organ, jaw straining to accommodate it as her left hand joined her right in stroking along its massive length.

"That's it," the woman said, letting out a contented sigh as Ash sucked her cock. "That's a good little bitch."

Bitch. It was a word she was no stranger to. She had been called it many times in her military career, along with countless numbers of other slurs. But the way her rescuer said it didn't make Ash feel insulted. No, it made her feel... special. Wanted. Like being on her knees and lovingly sucking on this powerful woman's wonderful cock was the only place she ever needed to be. She lavished her tongue all along the massive cockhead between her lips, while continuing to lovingly stroke the veiny, pulsing length of her new mistress's amazing cock.

The geth were forgotten for now. Her dead teammates, the many more that were doubtlessly being slaughtered by the geth at that very moment. None of it mattered anymore. All that mattered was pleasing her mistress. Ash didn't know why she had suddenly come to think of this woman in that way. Immediately surrendering all of her free will to this beautiful blonde with the gigantic cock. But it felt so natural, so right. Like all of her life, she had just been preparing for this moment. As she felt her mistress's cock throb inside her mouth, she could feel her panties start to get wet underneath her combat armor.

"Oh, such a talented little bitch," her mistress said, as she gently removed Ash's hands from her cock and took a step back away from her desperately sucking mouth. "But enough foreplay. It's time to take my bitch the way she deserves. Where do you want it, bitch? Where do you want me to fuck you?"

Standing up, Ash spoke the words like she knew them from memory. "I want you to fuck my ass, Mistress," she said. She reached up to unfasten her armor, only for her fingers to find nothing there. Looking down, she gasped as she realized that all of her armor, and the clothing underneath it, had suddenly vanished. She was standing in the middle of the battlefield, dead geth and colonists around her, bare-ass naked.

Ash looked up at her mistress with a questioning look. But one look in her mistress's confident eyes, and any questions Ash had died in her throat. It didn't matter. None of it mattered except what her mistress commanded of her. Turning her back on the mistress, Ash leaned forward and bent over the rocky cover she had been dodging enemy fire behind just a few minutes before. Her hands pressed against the cold, hard rock, as she put her ass up into the air. Offering it to her mistress. Giving her what she wanted. What she owned.

She felt the press of that massive cock's head against her puckered ass and let out a hiss. Her fingernails scraped against the rocks as her mistress drove her cock deep into Ash's ass. It hurt at first, but once her mistress began thrusting, Ash was surprised at how natural it felt. How good it felt, to have her mistress take her ass like this. Her mistress's thrusts grew rougher and rougher, but Ash only grew more and more horny with every fresh penetration.

"Yes, Mistress," she moaned. "Fuck me, Mistress. I love having your cock in my ass. I love being your bitch."

Even over the sounds of gunfire in the distance, the loud noises of the massive spaceship hovering above Eden Prime, all Ash could hear was the slap of her mistress's hips against her ass. Pulling up one of her hands from the rocks, she reached down between her legs and started furiously rubbing at her pussy and clit.

She didn't know what would happen after this, but she didn't care. Her mistress would take care of her. Her mistress would keep her safe. And she asked so little in return. All she asked was for Ash to please her like a good bitch should. Do everything the mistress told her, without question or hesitation. Her mistress was so generous. So wonderful. So perfect.

"Yes," Ash cried out, feeling her climax approaching rapidly. "I'm cumming, Mistress! Cumming for you, Mistress! I'm..."

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"...cumming, Mistress!" Ash muttered, before her eyes snapped open and she sat up from the couch. Blinking her eyes, it took her a second to remember where she was. She let out a long sigh as the reality of her current circumstances came back to her.

And then she thought about the dream. It had been so real, so vivid. As she shook off the last of her sleep, she looked down and saw that her hand was currently buried between her legs. Holding it up into the light, she saw the telltale glint of her own juices glistening on her fingers. Jesus, Ash thought in disgust, Not only am I dreaming about her now, but I'm fucking frigging myself off in my sleep over her.

Wiping her hand in disgust on the couch, Ash shook her head. With Morgan off on her latest mission, and Ash left by herself, she could feel some of her independent thought returning, the Real Ash still managing to assert some control. But Ash feared that, as soon as her "mistress" returned, she would be right back to her obedient, spineless, Fake Ash self. And if what Morgan said was true, and their return to the main Cerberus base would mean they would together much more often... how much longer before the Real Ash ceased to exist at all?

She held her face in her hands, trying to ignore the smell of her dreamy arousal still clinging to her fingers. Dammit, pull yourself together, Ash, she thought to herself. Remember what Kelly said. There's a ship coming to find us. Just keep yourself from losing your goddamn mind before they arrive, and maybe we'll be able to teach these Cerberus assholes a lesson when the time comes.

It sounded good in her head, but as the days went by Ash felt less and less sure that help was coming. And even if it was... how could they contend with a ship as powerful as the Normandy? What could they possibly do to...

In the middle of her hopeless wallowing, she heard the door to Morgan's cabin slide open. Ash looked up, expecting to see Kelly there with a plate of food waiting for her. She could certainly use it right about now.

The plate of food was there. But it wasn't Kelly who had brought it in. "Hello, my dear," said Dr. Henneman, as he laid down the tray of food on Morgan's desk. "I thought you might be feeling a little hungry."

Ash looked at him suspiciously. "Where's Kelly? Morgan was supposed to have her bring that to me."

Henneman let out a simpering laugh. "Ah, well, Miss Chambers is... busy with other matters at the moment. Last I saw her, she was in Port Observation, partaking in a few spirits. The poor thing, she's been through so much. I suppose I don't begrudge her the opportunity to deal with her problems in that fashion."

Poor thing, right, the Real Ash thought bitterly. Forgot to mention that all of those "problems" she's drinking away are being caused by you and your sick fucking comrades.

But as hungry as she was suddenly feeling, she wasn't in the mood to argue. Standing up, she walked over to the tray of food and pulled the lid off the plate. Expecting to see another cold-cut sandwich or some freeze-dried pile of crap, Ash was shocked to see a steaming, juicy looking steak on the plate. Unable to contain herself, Ash grabbed the plate, took it back to the couch, and hungrily began to dig in.

"Thought you could use a change of pace from the usual shipboard fare," Henneman said, sitting on the edge of Morgan's desk and looking down at Ash with a studious gaze. "A little something I was saving for a special occasion. Does it meet with your approval, Lieutenant Commander Williams?"

Ashley blinked, her fork and knife pausing over the half-eaten steak. It was the first time somebody had referred to her by name and rank in days. The sound of it should have comforted her, but coming from the mouth of this Cerberus weasel, it only put her more on edge. "It's good," she said simply, starting to worry that maybe Henneman had poisoned the meal or something. But right about now, she was too hungry to care.

"Glad to hear," Henneman said, the cheerfulness in his voice annoyingly fake-sounding. "I do have to confess something, however. There are... perhaps some ulterior motives in my treating you to this dish. I have a few questions for you, if I may. Miss Lezayen, in her activities with you... have there been any changes recently?"

Ash scowled. "No, still fucking my ass on a regular basis, thanks for asking," she spat out angrily. "If you're so interested, I'm sure you can ask her and she'd be happy to let you watch. Even join in if you're in the mood."

"I apologize if my question offended you," Henneman said.

"Your fucking existence offends me," Ash said, unable to hold back any further. "You and all of you sick bastards. You know, there was a time years ago... lasted probably only a few minutes, but it did happen, where I actually thought that Cerberus might be everything they said they were. That they were truly out to fight for humanity, and not just a bunch of alien haters looking to justify their own prejudices. I didn't always trust aliens either, but I learned my lesson. I grew as a person, but Cerberus... you've only gotten worse. Not only are you spitting on the aliens that helped save humanity, but you're fucking with humanity's greatest hero on top of it. So sorry if I'm not feeling particularly civil at the moment, talking to one of the pieces of human garbage that make up the 'new Cerberus.'"

Henneman waited patiently for her to finish ranting. "It's not an ideal situation, I'll grant you that," Henneman said. "And I know you have no reason to trust me. But I want you to believe me when I say that I'm trying to help you. Now, I know it isn't a subject that you would like to dwell upon, but these questions are important. Miss Lezayen... she is still only engaging in anal sex with you? No vaginal penetration?"

The man disgusted her so damn much. But if answering his questions would get him to go away, Ash was ready to cooperate. "No, just anal," she said, as she finished the last bite of the steak. The topic of conversation had nearly killed her appetite, but she forced herself to swallow it down.

For a moment, she considered mentioning the choice that Morgan had offered her. The opportunity to ask her for sex in her pussy instead of her ass. But to mention that would be to admit that Ash had turned down the offer, and asked Morgan to fuck her in the ass instead.

Asked? the Real Ash said. More like begged. Pleaded for that psycho rapist to take you up the ass.

So she said nothing.

Henneman let out a long, weary sigh. "Lieutenant Commander Williams, I'm going to take a risk with you. One that I haven't taken with any of Miss Lezayen's previous... pets. What I'm about to tell you cannot be told to anyone else. Not to any of the crew, not to anyone in Cerberus, and especially not to Miss Lezayen. I need to know, before we continue, that you can keep your mouth shut." Henneman stared intently at Ash from behind his glasses. "Because if you can, and you assist me in this matter... I will take you away from Miss Lezayen, and ensure that she and her team of Phantoms never lay a finger on you, ever again. Does this sound of interest to you, Lieutenant Commander?"

Ash stared back at him, trying to read the intent in his eyes. Something about this almost seemed too good to be true. But all of the doctor's talk about secrets had her intrigued, and if nothing else maybe what he revealed to her could be of use later. So she nodded. "It sounds like something I'm very interested in, actually," she said.

"Very well, then. I'm certain Miss Lezayen has gone into quite explicit detail about the alterations I have performed on her. Not only the penis I added to her anatomy, but the internal testicles I gave her as well."

"Yeah, quite familiar with those testicles," Ash said, the remembered taste of Morgan's cum filling her mouth and nearly making her gag. "No sperm, but she can cum all she wants... as she likes to show me multiple times a day."

Henneman adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat, and glanced over at the window showing the stars outside. "Well, that is what I am here to discuss. Because I was not entirely honest with Miss Lezayen. She believes she is not producing viable sperm... but she is. Quite a lot of it, actually."

Ash looked at him quizzically. "Okay... so why wouldn't you tell her about this?"

"That's not important, Lieutenant Commander, and not something you need any further details on. The reason I'm telling you this is quite simple," Henneman turned to look back at Ashley. "As I said, I will get you away from Miss Lezayen. Put you in a safe place where no one, either her or anyone else, will ever force you to do anything you don't want to do. But in order for me to do this, you have to do one thing for me."

"And what exactly is that?" Ash asked.

Henneman stared unblinking at her, his voice cold and clinical when he spoke again. "You have to let Miss Lezayen impregnate you."

Ash narrowed her eyes. She didn't want to believe what she was hearing. "You... want me to what?"

"I know this may be asking a lot," Henneman said. "And I..."

"Asking a lot?" Ashley loudly barked at him, starting to rise up from the couch. "This fucking psychopath has spent the last few days raping the living shit out of me, and now you're asking me to have her baby?"

"Not her baby, it..." Henneman shook his head. "Listen, just calm down, sit, and listen to what I have to say before you say no."

Ash was fuming, but reluctantly she sat back down.

"Look, the last two... bitches that Miss Lezayen had, I made the mistake of not telling them. Assuming I could just let nature take its course and step in at the right moment. You see, back then, Miss Lezayen was more willing to... engage in intercourse with her captives vaginally. But once they had gotten pregnant, and realized their conditions, both of them decided to take rash actions. Delilah tried to kill Morgan to protect the life inside her, while Wendy... well, I suppose she had the same reaction as you did to the thought of carrying Miss Lezayen's child, and decided to end her own life instead. And while I don't believe that Miss Lezayen has made the connection just yet, the fact that she has been reluctantly to have sex with you in any way other than anally makes me believe that she is starting to sense something is amiss. Which is why you might be my last chance to carry this plan out before Morgan finally figures it out."

"Plan? What the hell kind of plan requires me to get knocked up by some crazy merc with a cock?" Ash asked in disbelief. "Whatever it is, I think you need to go back to the drawing board."

Henneman sighed in frustration, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses. "The specifics of the plan are not important. All that matters is this: I'm offering you a way out. Allow Miss Lezayen to impregnate you, and as soon as I can verify that the pregnancy is viable, I will get you to safety."

"Look, even if I said yes... who knows how long it could take?" Ash asked. "I mean, I've known some women who have tried for years to get pregnant without any luck."

This made Henneman let out a sickening giggle. "Oh, trust me. That will not be a problem. It may not come as a surprise to you that the sperm that Miss Lezayen is producing is... not exactly normal. She has been designed to produce five times the number of normal sperm cells as an average human male." He arched an eyebrow. "Add in the fertility drugs I administered to you during our last checkup, and I think it's safe to say that it will take only one good session of vaginal intercourse to accomplish this task."

"You..." Ash wanted to spit another round of curses at him for drugging her up against her will, but bit the anger back. "Okay, I'm not saying I'm agreeing to this. But just answer me this: what happens to the kid? It's bad enough I'd be bringing another life into this world just to save my own ass. But if they're just going to be a subject in some messed-up experiment after I pop them out..."

"I give you my word, Lieutenant Commander," Henneman said, and something in his voice actually sounded sincere for once. "The child you give birth to will be given the best possible life imaginable. He will be raised with the finest education money can buy, and be given all the opportunities necessary to allow him to develop into a fine young man."

"Or woman," Ash added quickly.

It was just a quick remark, but it brought the strangest smile to Henneman's face. "Right, yes. Or woman," he said strangely, as if the thought had just now occurred to him. "But be assured that the child will be well taken care of. As will you, Lieutenant Commander, once you have performed this task for me. I cannot promise that you will be freed from our captivity, but I will do everything in my power to make your time with us as pleasant as possible, both during your pregnancy and after the birth." He looked at her expectantly. "Well, then. Does this offer interest you?"

Ash considered it carefully. The thought of letting Morgan knock her up still made her ill to think about. But an end to be constantly used as Morgan's personal sex toy? No more of being fucked by her and anyone else she took a liking to? Even if Henneman was bullshitting her... maybe it was worth the risk.

"I'll... I'll try," Ash finally said. "Can't promise I can convince her to switch things up, but I'll do what I can when she gets back."

Her answer brought a wide, cloying smile to Henneman's face. "Most splendid," he enthused, his voice dripping with fake geniality. "So glad you decided to assist me. Just do what you can to convince Miss Lezayen to engage in vaginal intercourse. As I said, it most likely won't take long. After the first... encounter, look for signs of spotting, cramping, swelling of the breasts, or fatigue. If you feel any of those symptoms, or experience any other changes in your health, simply feign illness and have Miss Lezayen bring you to my office. Once I have determined that you have been impregnated, I will find a way to separate you from Miss Lezayen and we will proceed from there."

Henneman held out a hand, and it took a second for Ash to realize what he was doing. She handed him the empty tray and he stood up from the edge of Morgan's desk. "Thank you so much for your assistance in this matter," he said, talking about her impending forced pregnancy like any other simple favor. "I know it's difficult for you to trust anyone here, but I promise that if you succeed in this task, I will keep my word as well."

"Sure thing, doc," Ash said, watching him as he walked out of Morgan's room and shut the door behind him.

So, a way out for me, the Real Ash said in her mind. And all I gotta do is let myself get knocked up with Morgan's demon seed. Simple, right?

Ash started to lie back down on the couch, but the memory of her previous dream returned to her in a flash. The thought of being visited again by Morgan in her subconscious kept her awake, and staring out the window into space instead.
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