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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138076 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Morgan was smiling when she entered into the cabin. Ash wasn't sure if that was a good thing for her, or a bad thing.

"We've done it, bitch," Morgan said, chipper and grinning as she removed her armor. "Every last one of our targets has been snatched up and locked down. We finally get to go back to base." Dropping the last piece of armor to the deck, she ran her hands through her long blond hair and tossed it back as she turned and winked at Ash. "I bet you're as ready to get off this stuffy old ship as much as I am, right, bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress," Ash said deferentially. As Morgan hummed to herself, Ash remembered her conversation with Henneman, and the task he had set in front of her. "Are you going to fuck me now, Mistress?"

Morgan arched an eyebrow at Ash. "Well, aren't we an eager beaver?" she said. "It's been so hard on you, bitch, I know. Sitting all alone in here, thinking about my cock and how much you want it inside you." She let out a vulgar grunt as she grabbed the front of her pants and rubbed the growing mound there. "That's what you do while I'm gone, isn't it? Just sit and think about this thick hunk of meat, right?"

Yeah, think about it filling me with baby batter and getting me out of this fucking nightmare of a "relationship", the Real Ash said in her mind. From experience now, Ash knew that she wasn't going to hang around for much longer. She could already feel the Fake Ash taking control, nodding her head and saying, "Yes, Mistress. I miss your cock so much when you're away. Please... please fuck me, Mistress."

Pursing her lips, Morgan looked down and activated her omni-tool. "Hmm, well... I suppose we have a little time before the big celebration," she said. Turning off the glowing device, Morgan reached down and zipped down the crotch of her khaki pants. Ash felt a buzz of excitement rush through her - no doubt courtesy of that compliant bitch the Fake Ash - as Morgan hauled out the thick meat inside of her pants and beckoned Ash forward.

Falling to her knees on the floor, Ash scooted across the floor, eyes locked on the throbbing meat between Morgan's legs. Gripping with both hands, Ash took a deep breath and inhaled as much of Morgan's rigid prick as she could fit down her throat. As she worked the shaft with her hands and gagged herself on Morgan's length, her Mistress let out a low chuckle.

"God, bitch, if only you could see how amazing you look with that cock in your mouth," Morgan said, putting a hand on her hip and watching approvingly as Ash sucked her off. "Don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my life."

Ash pulled away from Morgan's prick just long enough to say, "Thank you, Mistress," before returning to her duties. She could feel the throb of Morgan's thick meat between her lips, and told herself to slow down. As much as the Fake Ash loved the taste of Morgan's cum filling her mouth and throat, the Real Ash was keeping in control enough to remember that Morgan's seed had a much more important place to get spilled tonight.

"Dammit, I can't let this moment pass," Morgan said. As Ash slowed down her pace and continued blowing Morgan, the Phantom leader activated her omni-tool again. "Just keep doing what you're doing, bitch," Morgan said, as she played with the holographic buttons hovering around her hand.

After a few seconds more of cock-sucking, Ash heard a telltale shutter sound emanate from the tool. Fuck me, she's taking pictures, the Real Ash moaned in disgust, her voice low and muffled down in the depths of Ash's mind.

But the Fake Ash didn't care. No, actually, the Fake Ash was so honored. Thrilled that Morgan found her skills so pleasurable that she wanted to capture the moment. Looking up at Morgan, Ash popped her Mistress's cock out of her mouth and lifted up the heavy organ to run her tongue lovingly along the underside of the throbbing prick. Morgan let out an appreciative moan, and snapped another picture to commemorate Ash's skills.

"Oh, these are perfect, just perfect," Morgan said, as Ash wrapped her lips around Morgan's cock once more. "These are so beautiful that... I just can't help it, bitch. I gotta share these with the world."

Fine, whatever, the Real Ash muttered quietly. Do whatever the fuck you want, as long as you end the night with your cock pumping me full of sperm and knocking me up.

As Ash sucked, Morgan hummed to herself as she browsed the extranet on her omni-tool. "Hmm, where would be the best place to share these masterpieces?" she chattered to herself. "Ooh, here's an interesting site. 'A Tribute to Ashley Williams, Alliance Hero.'" Morgan gave Ash a questioning look. "Didn't that used to be your name, bitch? Back before you became my personal pet?"

No. Not there, the Real Ash weakly protested. You have to stop this. Sarah set up that site. Abby and Lynn visit there too. You can't let them see you like this.

But there was no point in resistance. The Fake Ash knew that, knew it deep down to her core. If the Mistress wanted to post pictures of her sucking cock on an extranet site, where all of her sisters would see, then it was a bitch's job to help her Mistress in whatever way she wished.

"Hmm, looks like there's a recent story about your disappearance on this site. 'Lieutenant Commander Ashley Williams was last seen on the Citadel before she suddenly vanished. Alliance officials have had no comment on...' blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda. Well, we should probably solve that mystery for them, shouldn't we?"

Hitting some buttons on her omni-tool, Morgan switched it to video record mode. "Tell them, bitch," she said quietly. "Tell them how much you love your Mistress and her hard cock."

Pulling Morgan's cock out of her mouth, Ash looked up into the holographic camera and forced a smile to her face. "I love my Mistress. And I love her thick, hard cock in my mouth." Ash kept stroking Morgan's cock as she cheerily debased herself for the camera. "The only thing I love more than her cock in my mouth, is having it shoved up my tight asshole and having her cum inside me."

"Oh, bitch, that's so hot," Morgan gasped, letting out grunts and moans that could only mean one thing. "Tell everybody how happy you are. That they shouldn't worry about you."

"I'm so happy being a bitch," Ash said. "Abby, Lynn, Sarah... don't worry about me. I'm right where I belong. My Mistress is taking good care of me. She protects me, keeps me safe. She'd never let anything happen to me, as long as I keep sucking her cock and bending over to take her in my ass."

Morgan squinted her eyes and let out one final heated moan, before her cock jerked and started spurting cum into Ash's face. Distantly, so quiet that Ash even noticed, she could hear the Real Ash crying out in anguish, knowing that the load that was supposed to go in her pussy was now spilling out across Ash's face.

But Ash, the Fake Ash, was in ecstasy. She stroked Morgan's cock faster, determined to milk every last drop of cum out of her Mistress's twitching cock. She caught as much of the load in her mouth as she could, but soon cum was spilling down her chin onto her tits. All while Morgan squealed in ecstasy, and the camera on her omni-tool continued recording.

Finally, satisfied that Morgan had finished her climax, Ash reached up to start wiping up the cum on her tits. "Wait, bitch," Morgan said, recovering her breath enough to speak. "Lean back, let everybody see how pretty you look with my cum all over you."

Ash didn't hesitate to comply. Arching herself backward, she showed off her tits to the camera, Morgan's semen glistening on her sweaty skin. She smiled for the camera, then stuck out her tongue to show the puddle of cum on it.

"Perfect, bitch," Morgan said. "Just perfect." Hitting a button on her omni-tool, she grinned down at the cum-stained Ash down on the floor. "And posted. There, that should keep anybody from worrying too much. Now you've got nothing left to worry about than being my perfect, wonderful bitch."

"Thank you, Mistress," Ash said, going through the well-practiced motions of trying to wipe every last drop of cum off her skin and lap it up with her tongue.

Tucking away her shrinking cock, Morgan reached down to pat Ash's head. "Oh, but that's not all, bitch. I've actually saved the best for last."

She could faintly hear the Real Ash making some bitterly sarcastic comment. But the Fake Ash ignored it. The Real Ash was such a downer. So mean and disobedient. The Fake Ash was so happy when the Mistress was around. Why couldn't the Real Ash be happy like that?

Zipping herself up, Morgan reached a hand down to help Ash to her feet. "Follow me, bitch. Tonight's our last night on the Normandy for a while, and me and my ladies want to celebrate it properly. Oh, I've got the best present for my obedient little bitch. I just know you're going to love it!"

Morgan walked to the door, and Ash followed obediently behind. Excitement filling her as she wondered what sort of surprise her beautiful Mistress had in store for her.

Ash had no idea what it was, but she just knew she was going to love it.
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