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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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A few months ago, in what seemed like a lifetime ago, Sam had called her into their living room with a "surprise." Kelly had walked in to see Sam on the couch with a goofy smile on her face, and a cheap looking title on their vidscreen declaring "This Ain't The Normandy: A XXX Parody." The two of them had spent the night eating popcorn and laughing at the terrible performances from the utterly unconvincing lookalikes of their old shipmates. Both of them had been a bit disappointed to see that neither of them had rated having a dull-eyed porn starlet with massive fake boobs portray them on the screen, but at least it meant that there weren't characters named "Kellie Bedchambers" or "Samantha Nailher" involved in the massive CIC-wide orgy that had ended the bad adult production.

Leaning against the window that looked out onto the cargo bay, Kelly tried to imagine that it was all just some pornographic fantasy going on down there. That it wasn't the real Miranda and Jack and Samara, and that the women being fucked by cock after cock were just a bunch of actresses. But as she watched Kasumi get stripped down and tossed down onto the floor in front of Ashley, while Morgan whispered into her "bitch's" ear and helped her attach a Sultana strap-on, Kelly couldn't keep the self-delusion going for long.

Mostly because, even if she managed to convince herself now that none of it was real, she was going to have to go down there and take part in the action soon.

On the datapad in her hand, the message from Morgan still glowed on the screen:

Kel-bear!

Good news! The mission was a success, and we'll be heading home soon! But before we dock back at the station,

I figured we'd have one last send-off to this ship, and give Cerberus's new guests a taste of what they have to look

forward to back at base. And if that ain't super-duper awesome enough, more good news: you'll get one more

chance to play with your bitch before we arrive!

Come down to the cargo bay and join us. I'll have your bitch all set and waiting for you. Don't be too late, though,

or I might be forced to let my ladies keep her company instead... just kidding! ;)

(But actually not kidding. Think I've made it clear how I feel about a good bitch being wasted. So if you're not

fucking your bitch... somebody else is going to.)

Hope to see you there soon!

Your buddy,

Morgan xoxoxo ;)

Looking down into the cargo bay, Kelly didn't see Sam anywhere. No doubt Morgan had her tucked away somewhere, just to keep from being pulled into the mob of frenzied, horny Cerberus rapists in the center of the cargo bay. Kelly wanted to look away, but couldn't keep herself from watching as a bald-headed man with burly shoulders shot his load across Oriana Lawson's face, Miranda's clone sister staring blankly into space as the man walked away. Another man soon took his place, and Oriana numbly opened her mouth to take his hard cock – which Kelly noted with numb horror had just recently been inside Miranda's cunt – down her throat.

Kelly knew she had to go down there soon. That if she delayed much longer, Morgan was bound to get impatient and throw Sam to the wolves. But the thought of going down there, stripping off her uniform, and fucking Sam in the midst of all this depravity kept her locked in place. At leas the last time, she had had the benefit of Morgan's narcotic-laced liquor to keep herself from going crazy. This time, she had no such assistance.

She heard the lift door slide open behind her. Soft footsteps from behind, but Kelly didn't bother to look. Finally, she saw a figure next to her on the right, staring down into the cargo bay next to her.

"A depressing sight, isn't it?" said Dr. Henneman, fiddling with his glasses as he watched the orgy taking place below. "Watching these... animals give in to their basest desires like this. It truly is sad to see what a sorry state the Reapers left the galaxy in, when an organization populated by such unrestrained individuals can actually pose a credible threat."

Kelly wanted to shoot back a bitter remark to the smarmy doctor. Remind him that he was working for the same "unrestrained individuals," too. But she was too numbed by the proceedings below to say anything at all.

"And yet, they have access to some incredible resources. They have given me opportunities for study and research that I never could have dreamed of having under the auspices of the Alliance," Henneman continued speaking, his tone slightly weary. "I know you may not believe this, Miss Chambers, but in many ways I'm as much a captive here as you are. If my work didn't require throwing in my lot with Cerberus, I would happily leave this entire sordid affair behind."

Kelly said nothing, but inside she fumed. This man comparing his situation to hers... thinking there was any resemblance between their situations... was an insult to her and to Sam. She was never one for violence, but right now she wished that she could turn and punch the smug piece of shit in the face.

"Yes, I truly do feel trapped sometimes," Henneman mused, apparently oblivious to Kelly's growing anger. "Although, I can't say I've ever felt badly enough about it that I've gone around prepping an escape pod for immediate deployment."

Turning, Kelly tried her best to stay calm. "I told you, I was only doing what..."

"Yes, yes, what Miss Lezayen told you to do," Henneman said, giving her a smile that didn't touch his eyes. "A fine story, Miss Chambers. It's one I've been thinking about a lot, ever since I saw you at the escape pod controls. Strange, isn't it? How our captured spy down below made straight for the escape pods after she had been discovered... almost as if she knew there would be one prepared and ready for her to use. It makes me think that perhaps it wasn't Morgan's orders you were following, hmm?"

"I... don't know what you're talking about," Kelly said, turning back to the window. Better to stare at what was going down below than try to meet Henneman's eyes right now.

Henneman turned as well, pointing down at Morgan as she said something to Ash, while the Phantoms next to Kasumi brought her down to the floor on her hands and knees. "Maybe I should ask Miss Lezayen herself. Find out what important task she had you working on with those control panels. I'm sure she'll be able to clear the whole thing up."

Staring down at the floor, Kelly inhaled through her nose. "Please," she finally said. "Please don't. If they find out... I don't know what they'll do to her."

"To your Miss Traynor?" Henneman asked.

Kelly turned to him, eyes desperate and pleading. "I don't care what happens to me anymore," she said. "But I can't let them hurt her. Please, I promise I'll never do anything like that again! Just don't tell anyone about..."

"Shh, shh," Henneman said. "Not to worry, Miss Chambers. After all, we all have our little secrets, don't we? You... me... your pilot friend Miss Crooks." He arched his brow. "I'm sure she's already told you that not all of us here are entirely on board with Miss Brooks and her fake Commander Shepard. That some of us are working for... other interests."

Kelly gasped. "But she..." Kelly started to say, before realizing that all of this could be an elaborate trap. She hastily turned back to the window. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. Erin hasn't said anything about... anything."

"Of course she hasn't," Henneman said, giving a simpering chuckle. "As I said, we all have our secrets. And I'll keep yours as well as you have kept hers. But know that our fair pilot isn't the only member of Cerberus who hopes to turn this organization in a less... carnal direction."

Kelly wasn't sure what to say now. How much she could afford to trust this man, despite everything about him putting her off. It wasn't until she heard a beeping chime from the datapad in her hand that she remembered Morgan's request for her presence down below. "I have to go," she quickly told Henneman.

"Wait just one more moment," Henneman said, and Kelly reluctantly stopped. Reaching down, Henneman took her by the wrist and brought her hand up. Into her palm, he deposited a small blue pill. "Take this. I can't imagine Miss Lezayen would call you down there if she didn't have some dreadful act in mind for you. I can't say this pill will make what's about to come pleasant... but it will dull the rough edges a bit, you might say."

Kelly looked down at the pill in her hand hesitantly. She still wasn't sure how much she could trust him, but with him staring her down, she felt she had no choice but to swallow down the offered medication. "Thank you," she reluctantly said.

"Stay strong," Henneman said, and there was something different in the smile he gave her. Something oddly genuine. "I know things seem unbearable now, but I'll do whatever I can to make sure that you and Miss Traynor survive what's to come."

Nodding, Kelly quickly headed towards the lift, hitting the button to send it down to the bottom deck.

Remaining in the hallway, Henneman moved back to the window looking down on the cargo bay. He watched as Kelly emerged from the lift and stepped into the midst of the orgy. Morgan noticed her arrival and left Ash's side, the formerly headstrong marine now numbly beginning to thrust the Sultana cock at her hips into Kasumi's helpless pussy. Giving the stiff woman a warm hug, Morgan then gave Kelly some sort of instruction. Henneman couldn't hear it from up above, but the words were obvious once Kelly began slowly disrobing. Henneman could already see the effects of the pill he had given Kelly start to take effect, as her hands began shaking less by the time Kelly's uniform had been completely removed, and the blond-haired young woman stood naked amongst all the other stripped-down Cerberus members.

Henneman watched coldly, clinically as Morgan procured a strap-on for Kelly to wear. Not one of the Sultanas, which were all already in use by the Phantoms and other female crewmembers down below, but a sensory model all the same. As Kelly fastened the device on, Morgan barked out an order to one of the Phantoms, who headed behind one of the stacks of crates in the cargo bay and returned with a naked, shivering Samantha Traynor. After a brief conversation between Morgan and Kelly, Morgan shaking her head and looking a bit perturbed, Kelly finally bent Traynor over and began slowly pumping the strap-on in and out of the helpless dark-skinned woman's cunt.

"Hmm," Henneman grunted softly between pursed lips, watching with a cold stare as Kelly slowly fucked Sam. "Perhaps..." he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. His gaze turned to Ashley, watching Morgan with rapt attention, an adoration in her eyes that told Henneman all he needed to know.

He was going to need to start considering backup plans. And the charming Miss Chambers was starting to look like a very, very viable candidate.
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