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The clone backed away from Kasumi, his hands raised in the universal gesture for surrender. Kasumi kept the gun aimed squarely at his forehead. Her eyes spat hate at

the imposter in front of her.

"You son of a bitch!" she snarled. "How long did you think you could get away with this?"

Even in circumstances as dire as these, the clown could not help but smirk at such an angry outburst from the usually laid-back, playful Kasumi; the woman who'd been

playing practical jokes on the other guests all night.

His smirk did not go unnoticed. "You think this is funny?" she yelled. "Here's what gonna happen, asshole: we'll be ready for your Cerberus squad when they show up.

And then you're going to spend the rest of your life in a six-by-six cell on some hellhole in the Terminus Systems. By the time Zaeed and Wrex are through with you,

though, you're going to wish we'd just killed you!"

Imprisonment was not something the clone fancied in his future, and he'd heard far too much about Zaeed Massani's fondness for torturing traitors to take that piece of

news impassively. Still, he kept his features in check. "Torture threats?" he asked, his voice layered with an undertone of mockery. "What would Keiji say?"

At the sound of her dead lover's name, the Japanese thief crammed the pistol onto the clone's forehead, the cold metal leaving a circular impression as it pressed

against his skin. "Don't you dare talk about Keiji!"

The evil Shepard could see Kasumi's finger hovering less than an inch away from the trigger. From this distance, there was no way in hell he'd survive the first shot.

But if he was perturbed, he masked it exceptionally well; he already had a plan in place to get him out of this mess. He'd studied every member of the Normandy's crew

extensively before he had arrived on the Citadel. Kasumi was a thief, not a soldier. She'd been recruited for the Collectors mission for a specific set of skills; she

had never received any formal combat training or military instruction. If she had, she would have known one of the worst things you could do in a fight was step within

grabbing distance of an enemy with nothing to lose.

"How do you think Donovan Hock found Keiji so quickly, Kasumi?" he taunted, emotional barbs calculated to wear down her guard. "We leaked his whereabouts to one of

Hock's people. Your old boyfriend was going to go to the Council with information about an illegal Alliance raid against a batarian special-ops facility. Cerberus has

no patience for humans who sell out their own kind."

"You're lying!" Kasumi cried, but part of her knew there had to be some truth to the fake Shepard's words. She had always wondered how Hock managed to track Keiji

down; her old partner had always been far too paranoid to make mistakes. It sickened her to think she'd been working for her lover's killers when she had agreed to

join the mission to the Omega-4 relay. Had they been laughing at her the whole time? When Cerberus had sent her and Shepard to kill Hock, had that just been the

Illusive Man's cruel, clever way of eliminating the sole witness to his crime?

Her hand shook uncontrollably as she waved the gun in his face, her eyes blinking rapidly as she fought back tears. "I could kill you!" she screamed, all composure

lost. "For Keiji, for Shepard, for me! You feel that sinking pit in your stomach? That's the realization that I have your life in my hands!"

"Not for long," the clone replied, moving so rapidly that all Kasumi could see was a blur of motion before her arm was twisted back and a heavy fist crashed into her

face with deafening force. She fell back like a sack of bricks, the gun sliding across the floor until it settled underneath a dresser. From the salty, metallic tinge

of blood in her mouth, Kasumi could tell her lip had been split open by the clone's punch. She stumbled back on her feet, but the clone caught her by the throat,

lifting her off the ground with one powerful arm and slamming her down on the bed.

"You feel that sinking pit in your stomach?" he smirked, "That's the realization that I have your life in my hands."

Sitting on her abdomen to choke off her breath, the clone fished around in a nearby drawer until he found what he was looking for. Tearing off strips of duct tape, he

strapped them across Kasumi's lips, ignoring her feeble attempts to push his arms away. Before she could try to pull off the tape around her mouth, the fake Shepard

grabbed her slender wrists and gripped them tight, tearing off more strips of duct tape to wrap around Kasumi's hands, binding her.

Kasumi arched her back and thrashed up and down, hoping beyond hope that she could make enough noise for someone to come looking. The party music blaring at full

volume downstairs was no help, and her struggle ended when the clone slapped her so hard she could see stars in her peripheral vision. As dark red handprints formed on

the side of her face, her sharp, ragged breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the room. She cursed herself for not taking the shot when she had it. The

evil Shepard pulled a serrated hunting knife out of a pouch at his belt, the shining steel gleaming as it caught the light.

"MMMPHLRGH!" Kasumi screamed into her gag, her terror muffled by the unyielding fabric. The clone laughed. "Relax, whore. I've got about 40 minutes to burn until my

backup arrives. Why would I kill the best way to while away the time?"

With military precision, the clone's knife sliced through the fabric of Kasumi's stealth-suit, neatly ripping away the garments that covered her slim frame, until she

was bare save for a frilly red bra and matching panties. The clone fumbled around with his pants, pulling out his erect cock and making sure Kasumi got a good look at

it. The violence had excited him more than any of the other encounters that evening had, and the tip of his cock was already glistening with precum. The petite thief

moaned in despair as she realized what was in store for her; the sounds of anguish from her lips only serving to arouse the clone even more.

Flipping her over and onto her stomach, he propped her ass up in the air and pulled down her panties, sliding them down her thighs until they bunched around her knees,

until, with one mighty tug, he ripped them off and threw her underwear to the other side of the room. Her bare ass now exposed, he began pinching and slapping her

buttocks, keeping at it until they were both bright red. Kasumi cried from the pain, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Before it could reach the bedsheets beneath

her, however, the clone scooped it up with one finger, and then, without warning, jammed the same finger straight into her rectum.

Rolling the tear-stained finger around inside her like an especially perverse form of lubrication, he laughed as he felt her sphincter involuntarily contract around

his finger, pulling it in like a vacuum. Tugging his digit out, he pressed his swollen cockhead against her tight anus, taking a moment to savor the look in Kasumi's

eyes. A lot of fear mixed with a shred of defiance that would soon be drilled out of her, but most of all, he could see in her eyes her silent pleas for mercy.

Unmoved, he pressed forward, the purple head of his penis beginning to slip into her asshole. "Don't know what you're crying about, slut," he chuckled, "didn't I just

lube you up?"

Ramming into her with force that was meant to punish, the clone's fuckrod tore into Kasumi's ass, burying eight inches of thick, pulsing flesh inside her. Her once-

tight asshole was now stretched around the shaft of his meat, struggling to accomodate the intruder. "So tell me," he taunted, "are you this tight because you've never

tried anal before, or was Keiji really such a pencil dick?"

Kasumi refused to dignify his taunt, glaring at her rapist through eyes that were blurry with tears, even as she knew the organ buried between her buttocks right now

was almost three times as big as Keiji had ever been. Her silence spoke volumes, and the clone smirked as he continued to pummel her poor asshole. "Yeah, that's what I

thought."

Grabbing her cheeks with one hand each, he pushed them apart to give himself more space, and squeezed forward until another inch slipped inside Kasumi, and then

another, and then one more, until 11 of his 13 inches were lodged inside Kasumi's rectum. The monstrous length burned her insides, sapping away her muscular control,

and she could feel her anal muscles spasming and squeezing his cock against her will. His groan of pleasure was like a black mark on her soul, a symbol of her

humiliation that would stay with her forever.

Paying no heed to Kasumi's pain, the clone slammed forward, pulling three inches out, before slamming forward again, brutalizing her ass as his hips smacked against

her buttocks, producing obscene sounds that filled the room, and never let Kasumi forget what was happening to her. If she could speak, she would have screamed that he

was tearing her apart, that she couldn't take another inch, that she would never tell anyone the truth about him if he would just pull out, but her muffled cries fell

on deaf ears the clone's cock nearly reached the limits of her anal cavity. Buried inside her, for a few seconds he considered filling her bowels with his semen, but

then decided against it: if he was going to really make this bitch regret ever having crossed him, he might as well blow his load in her pussy and terrorize her with

the prospect of a pregnancy; a perpetual, living reminder of her degradation.

As he yanked his cock out, her tortured asshole shrank a little in width, but it was still much bigger than it had been an hour ago. Flipping her over yet again, he

ran his hands along her thighs and spread her legs, preparing to plunge into her womb. She tried to cross her legs, but he calmly forced them open again with his

superior strength. "You know this is going to happen."

Footsteps outside the door froze him still, and he craned his neck and stared at the doorknob, hoping that whoever was outside would just leave quickly. Luck had been

on the clone's side for most of that night, but it seemed his luck had now run out; the door creaked open, and an asari slipped into the room.

Samara closed the door behind her and walked into the room, coming to a halt within seconds as she took in the sight of Shepard naked and crouched over an equally bare

Kasumi. At first she thought she'd walked in on a passionate encounter between two of her friends, but the tape across Kasumi's mouth, bruise on her face and terror in

her eyes told a different story. Samara had worked as an enforcer of the law across the galaxy for centuries. She recognized a rape when she saw it.

Her eyes glowed blue as singularity spheres formed in her palms. "Shepard. Step away from her," she ordered, her voice a symphony of cold steel. She could scarcely

believe that Shepard would do something like this, but the scene before her was unmistakeable. Saving Kasumi had to be her first priority. There would be time for

answers later.

The clone felt numb all over, as if he were in someone else's body and or viewing things from afar. He thought back to the hours he had spent studying archived footage

of Samara during her stint with Cerberus. She was not likely to fall for the tricks that had taken down Kasumi. And there was no way he could beat her in a fight,

especially not naked and armed with only a knife.

Samara stepped forward, never losing sight of the man she thought was John Shepard. "You heard me, Shepard. Step away from her. I do not know why you would do

something like this, but I am offering you a chance to surrender. Were it not for the fact that I once swore an oath and served under you, I would have struck you down

instantly."

Her last sentence sparked the seed of a wild idea in the clone's mind. It was a dangerous, likely delusional tactic that would probably result in his death, but at

that moment he didn't have many cards left to play.

"No," he said, finding his voice. "I don't think so, alien. Here's what going to happen. You're going to shut up, take off your clothes, and join us here on this bed."

Samara stared at him as if he were mad, and judging by what he had just said, he probably was. "Have you completely lost your mind, Shepard?"

"No, but you seem to have forgotten something. You swore an oath, remember? By your precious Code, you swore to follow any and all instructions I gave you."

It had been decades since the last time Samara had been stunned into silence, but she finally replied. "That oath was only supposed to last until your mission was

complete--"

The fake Shepard smirked. "It may have slipped your attention, but the Reapers are still out there, so my mission isn't done yet. Take. Off. Your. Clothes."

"You can't possibly think I would --"

"By the Code I will serve you, Shepard. Your choices are my choices. Your morals are my morals. Your wishes are my Code," the clone recited, suddenly thankful that the Illusive Man had ordered him to watch every minute of available footage over and over again. "Remember that?"

Kasumi moaned uselessly into her gag, trying to tell the justicar that she wasn't dealing with the real Shepard. Samara gazed at her mournfully, before meeting the clone's eyes. "I swore another oath that night, Shepard," she hissed, "do you remember? That if you ever made me do something dishonorable, I would hunt you down and kill you once released from your service?"

A threat from a justicar of Samara's standing would have left most quaking in their boots, but the clone knew he only had to survive for the next half an hour before his backup arrived. "Sure thing. The minute the Reapers drop dead, feel free to come after me. Until then, you have your orders. I'm not going to repeat myself again."

Glaring at him with unbridled hatred, Samara unzipped the front of her uniform slowly, and inch by inch it fell away from her, revealing her large azure breasts, peaked by stiff dark nipples. 900 years of life, and not a bit of sag. Kasumi sobbed as her last and best hope disappeared before her very eyes, and the sound broke Samara's heart. "I am sorry, Kasumi. I truly am. But the Code compels me to listen to him."

"Yeah, it does," the clone grinned. "Now while I'm fucking this whore, you're going to be underneath me. Let's see those famous asari ballsucking skills."

Samara curled her fingers into a fist, trying to contain her anger. "Shepard, please --"

"NOW!"

Left with no other choice, Samara climbed onto the bed and laid down below the clone, between his legs, his large ballsack hovering in front of her. Tentatively sticking her tongue out, she licked the fake Shepard's balls lightly, shuddering in revulsion. Impatient and unwilling to wait until Samara broke, the clone sat down on her face, shoving his balls into her mouth.

"MMPHRGHH!" Samara choked as the oversized orbs filled out her throat, cutting off her airway. "Start licking," the clone ordered, "and do it right."

Desperate for breath, the proud asari justicar licked the underside of Shepard's ballsack as if her life depended on it, which it in fact did. The clone groaned as pleasure shot through his groin. "Yeah, that's it." Kasumi cursed Samara for not saving her, just as she cursed herself for landing them both in this mess. If she'd just taken the shot.....

"Don't think I've forgotten about you," the clone said, jolting Kasumi out of her terrible trance, "I'm not done making you pay for shoving that gun in my face."

He rammed his cock right into her prone vagina, stretching her out in ways no man had ever done. In seconds, his thick, throbbing meat had filled up nearly the entirety of her birthing canal. Her face contorted in agony as he made her his bitch, his swollen cockhead knocking on the doors of her cervix. All the while, Samara followed her orders, tongue lapping away at the clone's heavy balls, stirring his load in its prison.

He reached out with one hand and tore off her bra, exposing her small breasts. Thrusting forward until 10 inches of his meat had filled her up, he grabbed hold of her nipples and rubbed them vigorously, until he heard the unwilling moan of arousal his ministrations had brought forth. "You're enjoying this," he declared. "Filthy thieving whore. You feel me stretching you wide open? More than pencil-dick Keiji could ever do?" She closed her eyes and tried to ignore his words, but they found their way into her psyche, degrading her will.

"Are you on the pill, whore?" he asked. Her eyes shot open in panic, and the clone smirked. "Thought not. Samara, like all of her kind, is talented with a pair of balls in her mouth. Any moment now, she's going to make me blow my load inside you. Take good care of our rape baby, sweetheart." Kasumi screamed at the top of her lungs, so loud it might have shattered the windows were it not for the tape over her mouth. The clone laughed and looked down at the asari matriarch slurping on his scrotum for dear life. "Samara, stop licking and start sucking."

With no choice but to follow the Code of the Justicar, Samara took one testicle into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue, before slipping it out and replacing it with the other testicle. "Any ---ah -- second now," the clone whispered, enjoying the feel of Kasumi's tender flesh spreading around his cock as Samara gobbled his nuts. "And --- here --- we --go!" he yelled, firing his load into Kasumi's womb as tears streamed down the thief's face. Not a word came out of her; she had lost all hope, and given in to her degradation. Samara could feel the balls in her mouth throb as their liquid contents surged out and into Kasumi, and she burned with rage, knowing she had been made an accomplice to rape.

The clone pulled out of the thief and disentangled himself from the two women, a wicked idea entering his mind. "Samara, there is one way you can save Kasumi from getting pregnant," he said, "the way human anatomy works is, you don't get pregnant if someone takes the semen out of you before it finds your eggs. So if you really want to make it up to Kasumi, you should be on your knees, licking my cum out of her cunt."

Samara was desperate to redeem herself for what she had just done, and the clone Shepard knew it. Bending over in front of Kasumi's crotch, she lowered her head and began licking like there was no tomorrow. She slipped her tongue inside and rolled it along the walls of Kasumi's vagina, collecting all the cum it could scoop up before retracting it and swallowing the load whole. Mere seconds later, she felt a dull prod at the base of her womanhood, and realized Shepard's cock was positioned right outside her own vagina.

"How," the clone asked, "does a race this colossally fucking stupid become a superpower?"

Thrusting inside her, he felt the familiar, unique pangs of pleasure he'd felt only hours earlier; the pleasures only asari cunt could bring. As she was raped, Samara continued to tongue inside Kasumi's cunt, while the thief rolled her head from side to side as the unwelcome pleasure consumed her. The clone was amazed at how incredible Samara's cunt felt; he had thought it impossible that it could match up to Liara's, especially since Samara had borne three children, but asari physiology worked differently. The fact that Samara had given birth three times meant her reproductive system was more developed and fine-tuned than that of someone like Liara, who had never been pregnant before. As the clone's thick rod plowed past Samara's cervix and collided with the walls of her womb, thin tendrils from inside Samara's womanhood latched onto his shaft and pumped natural aphrodisiacs into his flesh, coaxing the semen out of him. The clone yelled at the top of his lungs as lust overwhelmed him, and his most powerful orgasm of the evening blasted ropes of seed inside Samara, even as Kasumi's own orgasm sprayed her juices and the remnants of the clone's seed at Samara's face.

Thoroughly humiliated, Samara seethed with rage as she watched the clone nonchalantly put his clothes back on. "Justice will find you one day, Shepard, this I swear ---"

"Yeah, yeah, I get the drift," the clone interrupted. "But while you're still working for me, shut your mouth and do as you're told. Tie the thief up tight and lock her in the closet. Then wash your filthy face, put your clothes back on, and come on back down. And once you're there, sit quietly and pretend you're a piece of the scenery. Shouldn't be too hard for you." And with that final insult, he left.

Pacing down the stairs, the clone found the rest of the Normandy crew all gathered in front of the TV, laughing at old vids of their time spent on the Normandy. He checked his watch. It was one minute past time. His backup should have been here. From the corner of his eye, he saw Samara walk down the stairs, and turned toward her. From the red-hot fire burning in her eyes, he could tell that she had decided the Code could go to hell, and that she was going to kill him.

Just then, a crack filled the air, followed by the sound of shattering glass as a window exploded and the cold night air rushed in. All eyes looked for the source of the noise, and seconds later, another crack resounded, followed by a soft "Oh" from Samara. As they turned to look at her, she stumbled and fell to the floor, a tranquilizer dart lodged in her thigh.

A rapid series of cracks followed, as sharpshooters sent a flurry of tranquilizer darts at the gathered crew before they knew what was happening. One by one, Miranda, Jack, Garrus, Joker, Zaeed, Jacob, Vega, Liara, Cortez, Traynor and Ashley fell unconscious to the floor, tranq darts sticking out at various parts of their bodies. One of the shooters fired an EMP module at EDI; the resulting charge fried her systems and left her temporarily shut down. Grunt and Wrex lasted the longest, but after being shot with enough tranquilizer darts to fell elephants, the two krogans fell to the floor and began to snore.

Armored troopers began to rappel in through the shattered window; the clone recognized one of them, a lithe, muscled Asian killer with mechanical legs and hair pulled back into a short ponytail.

"You're late," the clone remarked curtly.

Kai Leng arched his eyebrows. "And yet, you're still alive." He surveyed the room, counting each crew member. "We're missing two."

"Already taken care of. They're both upstairs. The quarian got drunk and fell asleep. Kasumi Goto's bound and gagged in a closet."

Leng stretched his arms and smiled at the prospect of reporting this to the Illusive Man. "This is a major win. The entire Normandy, past and present? Unthinkable." He looked over at the clone. "Ready to leave?"

"I've been ready for hours," the clone replied, "I've had enough of this apartment to last a lifetime."
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