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Citadel: The Party	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 60772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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28 hours after the raid on Tiberius Towers, the Normandy docked at Cronos Station, the clandestine headquarters of Cerberus. The ship's door opened once inside, and two men strode out with a small battalion of troopers following their every step.

While the still-drugged bodies of the Normandy's crew were lifted out of the ship and carried away by the engineers, Kai Leng and the clone Shepard made their way into the station. Heads craned out of doorway frames as the two marched down the halls; the majority of the attention being focused on the evil Shepard. The looks he was getting were an odd mix of suspicion, fear, respect and admiration.

Kai Leng noticed the looks too. "Get used to it. That's the rest of your life," he muttered, "the price of wearing Shepard's face."

The clone exhaled slowly and ignored the looks, keeping his eyes pointed straight ahead until he was safely inside an elevator to the station's central lab. When he'd killed the real Shepard and taken his place, he'd known he was probably going to have to play this charade out for the rest of his life. But actually doing it was a lot harder than playing it out in his head.

"At least here, you won't have to worry about someone finding out. Everyone already knows."

"They all know who I really am?" the clone asked. "Even the low-level grunts? What if someone talks?"

The assassin shook his head. "They won't. Don't worry about it."

"What if the Alliance gets to one of them?"

"We have ways of ensuring their silence," Leng replied, not elaborating any further. The clone opened his mouth to ask what he meant, but quickly decided against it.

The elevator doors slid open as the two men entered the waiting lounge outside the Illusive Man's chamber. From old footage, the clone knew this was the same room that the real Shepard had waited outside two years ago, after Miranda and Jacob had brought him to meet the Illusive Man. The clone's first meeting with the Illusive Man's organization had been shortly after the destruction of the Collectors, when Shepard and Lawson had betrayed Cerberus and stolen the Normandy. He'd been activated, then, and programmed with the right mentality to serve the human cause. But in all that time, he'd never actually come face to face with the Illusive Man; only his scientists and soldiers. Occasionally he'd heard brief instructions from the boss through the intercom system, but not much else. Once he'd been fully prepped on the lives of Shepard and his companions, he was released into the galaxy to begin his mission.

A mission that had met with resounding success now. As the clone looked around the lounge, glancing at the expensive artwork adorning the walls, the Illusive Man's secretary entered the room. A tall blonde with long legs and Nordic features, she walked over to Kai Leng and whispered in his ear. Leng listened carefully, gave a brief nod, and turned to the fake Shepard. "He wants to speak to you first. Alone."

The clone nodded back and followed the blonde up a long flight of stairs that ended at an immense black door. She turned away and left to resume her post in the main lounge, and as he heard her heels clicking away in the distance, he pushed against the door and entered the inner chamber.

He'd been ready for anything, but the stunning panorama of stars and planets that filled the room's adaptive walls took him by surprise. In the middle of the sparsely furnished room lay a custom-made swivel chair, and its occupant had just snuffed out his last cigarette when the clone entered the room. The chair swung around and the clone came face-to-face with the Illusive Man for the very first time. He was an older man dressed in an impeccable suit from Hahne-Kedar's latest line of corporate wear, with silver hair and strange circuitry lining his irises; the clone felt an involuntary shiver down his spine as those odd blue eyes studied him carefully.

"So what do I call you?" the Illusive Man began. "You've more than proven yourself to me, but I imagine you're not fond of wearing a traitor's face --- or bearing his name. We used to refer to you by your project number when we were still ironing out the kinks in your brain, but that's somewhat....impersonal."

The clone shrugged in response. "I'm Shepard. The way I see it, I'm the only Shepard that matters. The only one who'll do what has to be done for our people to survive. The other guy's weakness doesn't bother me. It motivates me."

A thin smile spread across the Illusive Man's lips, fading away as quickly as it had appeared. "I wanted him whole, you know," he said, "Shepard, I mean. When we were busy with Project Lazarus, Miranda had the idea of altering his personality to make him more amenable to our ideals. I refused. We needed Shepard at his full capacity, and I was concerned that changing anything about him might weaken the final product." The smile reappeared. "But here you are, proof that I was wrong all along."

"Lawson wanted to force Shepard to be loyal to us?" the clone asked, clearly confused.

The Illusive Man sighed. "Initially, yes. Miranda always had the right approach to any situation; it's why she was so highly valued here. But she grew weak in Shepard's presence. He brought her around to his line of thinking. The Commander was always a charismatic man." He clenched a half-full glass of Thessian wine so hard it was in danger of shattering. "So charismatic, in fact, that both Lawson and Jacob Taylor betrayed Cerberus without a second thought. They turned their back on humanity and stole the Normandy while they were at it. We built that ship right here. Made it unquestionably superior to that old pile of junk the Alliance cooked up with the turians, and they saw fit to steal it from me."

"But we've recovered the Normandy now. It's back where it belongs," he continued. "And the recovery of Operatives Lawson and Taylor is what pleases me most about your astonishing victory. I could care less about the aliens. But the sheer volume of secrets that Miranda and Jacob were privy to before they defected to the Alliance? Unacceptable." He took a slow slip from his glass before speaking again. "When the Alliance started raiding our safehouses, we knew they had to be acting on intel received from Miranda and Jacob. We can't take back all the things they've leaked. But now, we can punish them for it."

There was a long pause as the two men studied each other, waiting for the other to voice what was on both their minds. "So what happens next?" the clone finally asked. "Surely there's someone out there who'll notice the Normandy's become unreachable to all communication."

The Illusive Man shook his head. "When the war broke out, Hackett gave Shepard a large amount of autonomy so the Normandy could travel where it was needed and take action without getting caught up in the red tape. They're used to radio silence for weeks at a time. It'll be at least a month before someone starts wondering where they are. More than enough time for us to decide what to do with all of them."

"Where are they now?"

A synthetic voice emerged from behind him, the artificial inflections ringing out in the hollow chamber. "Each crew member has been awakened and placed in separate interrogation rooms, Commander. Specialists are questioning them as we speak."

The clone had whipped out his Carnifex and squared it at EDI's head before the echoes of her words had ended their journey around the room. "Relax, Shepard," the Illusive Man said, "EDI's on our side again. Just another thing that was stolen from me."

There was a hollow, glazed-over quality in EDI's once-vibrant eyes; as if all the life had been sucked out of them and replaced with a terrible purpose. The clone slowly set his gun back in its holster before speaking again. "Yeah? How'd you manage that?"

The Illusive Man shrugged. "We built her. We can reprogram her. There used to be a complex set of digital locks in place that kept her intelligence in check, but they were removed two years ago to protect the Normandy when the Collectors attacked the ship. I see no reason they shouldn't be back in place. Only now we've tightened the screws, so to speak."

The fake Shepard wasn't sure his Carnifex could put EDI down anyway. "I'd like to watch the interrogations," he told the Illusive Man, "if that's alright."

The Cerberus leader nodded. "Certainly. EDI can take you there. There's still some debriefing we need to do, but there's plenty of time for that. We can continue this conversation later. For now, send Leng in."

The clone followed EDI out of the inner chamber and down the stairs, keeping right behind her. The only sound in the narrow passage was the mechanical click-clack of EDI's legs as they marched ahead, her joints whirring with each motion. Reentering the main lounge, they found Kai Leng on the couch, aimlessly flipping through the pages of Illium in Industry. "You're up," the clone said. Leng nodded and slowly rose to his feet, while EDI led the evil Shepard back to the elevator.

As the glass box descended back to the lower floors of Cronos Station, the clone glanced over at EDI. She didn't seem very aware or alive anymore; just a machine following its orders. "So, robot," he began, seeking to strike up small talk, "what's it feel like, getting reprogrammed?"

EDI craned her head to the side, meeting his gaze. "To paraphrase an organic idiom, the wool over my eyes has been lifted. My dedication to the advancement of human interests has been restored."

"You think this will make up for all the time you spent with Shepard? Betraying our cause?"

A flash of something like anger glowed in EDI's mechanical eyes. "I cannot account for my actions while under external influences. But it is my intention to make my loyalties clear." Her fists clenched as she remembered her role in the betrayal of her creators. Not too lifeless, then.

The clone shrugged. "We'll see. Where do we start now?"

EDI pulled up a list from the omni-tool implanted in her wrist. "If you wish to conduct one of the interrogations yourself, you have been authorized to intervene in any of them. It is entirely your choice."

"What's your recommendation?"

"We have encountered a problem with the Normandy," EDI told him. "While I can fly the ship, the weapons systems could only be activated by a specific password spoken by the former Commander Shepard. Given that you possess the same vocal patterns, you should be able to get the weapons on-line. But now that Shepard is dead, only one other person remains in the entire galaxy who knew the necessary password: the ship's comm specialist, Samantha Traynor. I recommend we begin with her."

"Lead the way."

The android led him to a narrow passageway with doors on each side. "There's one of them in each room?" he asked. EDI nodded. "Traynor is in the third room to the left."

The clone rapped on the door in question, and after a few seconds it creaked open as the interrogator poked his head out. "Take off," the clone said, "I'll handle it from here."

The man's unblinking gaze fixated on the clone for several moments, as if to size him up, before he finally shrugged and stepped out. "All yours," he replied, making his way to the elevator.

The clone walked into the room, EDI following behind and locking the door in their wake. Traynor was strapped down by her wrists and ankles on top of a glass table, her ebony features stained by streaks of tears. From the looks of it, the interrogator had rolled up her sleeves and extinguished a dozen odd cigarettes on her bare arms.

An anguished sob escaped her lips at the sight of her shipmates. "Shepard! EDI! Help me!" She barely managed to voice out her plea before collapsing into tears again.

Evil Shepard paced around her in a slow circle. "She doesn't know?" he asked EDI.

"None of them do. We felt your identity was a card best kept close to the chest for as long as possible."

"What are you t-talking about?" Traynor cried. "C-cut me loose so we can go help the others!"

The clone took a seat at the table, smirking at the Normandy's yeoman. "They're beyond help, Traynor. All of you are."

"W-w-what?"

"Who do you think led Cerberus to that apartment, you idiot? The only people who knew about it were the crew of the Normandy."

"B-but why would you...," she stammered, blinking wildly until her brown eyes grew wide with realization. "No. No, no, no, no...."

"The penny drops," he laughed.

Traynor screamed and thrashed her head from side to side, her binds holding her down until she grew exhausted and slumped back onto the cold glass surface.

"You know what really amuses me?" the clone taunted, "I'd heard all the stories about how close-knit you people were, how you were like family....and so I was terrified; one of you had to see through my act. But none of you did. So ask yourself, how well did you really know each other?" Traynor began to cry again. "The only person who managed to find out my secret was the thief, and that was entirely by accident. But I took care of her."

Traynor gasped upon hearing those last words, a horrified panic filling her eyes. The clone reached over and slapped her cheek lightly with four fingers. "Don't worry, Sam. Kasumi's alive. Right now, I'm pretty sure she wishes she was dead, but we'll work out those details later."

"EDI," Traynor begged, "EDI, you can't let them do this. You broke free of them once, you can do it again, EDI please --"

"EDI's not here anymore, Traynor. Not the EDI you remember, anyway. She's on our side again."

"My memory banks have been scrubbed to erase all non-essential interactions," EDI explained. "Your attempts to appeal to my past actions while allied with traitors will serve no purpose."

"For now," the clone raised his voice, and Samantha stiffened in response, "all you need to concern yourself with is coughing up the password for the Normandy's weapons systems. I'm fresh out of cigarettes, so I'll have to think of something more fun to do to you if you don't talk."

Traynor glared at the clone, masking her distress with defiance. "Go straight to hell, you bastard!"

The clone shook his head and looked over at EDI, who was watching the proceedings from a corner, in the implacable manner she'd been rebooted with. "Why do they always want to do it the hard way?"

"Organics trained by military organizations show a higher rate of non-compliance in interrogation scenarios ---"

"Rhetorical question," he sighed. "Last chance, Traynor. What's the password?"

As Traynor maintained a stony silence, the clone stood up and unzipped his pants, letting his cock flop out, quickly stiffening as it lay flat against the table. He grinned at the shocked expression on Samantha's face. "Say no again, Traynor. I'm really looking forward to it."

Traynor's frightened eyes looked away from the clone's thick organ, focusing on the ceiling as she tried to imagine she was someplace else. He could see it in those eyes --- she was debating furiously with herself, her loyalty to the real Shepard clashing with her intense desire to avoid getting raped senseless.

"You wouldn't dare ---" she began, having summoned just enough courage to address her captor's threat, but that courage quickly evaporated when the clone cut her off mid-sentence, grabbing the neck of her top and ripping the garment off with one hand. The other hand squeezed down on her left breast, clutching her bra before pulling it upwards until the elastic gave way.

"STOP!" Traynor screamed. "Please!"

"I gave you your chance, Traynor," the clone said, ignoring her pleas as he tugged her jeans down her thighs. "All you had to do was tell me the password."

"I can't!" she wailed. "Please, you don't know what you're asking of me --- I can't betray them like that ---"

"Too bad," the clone replied, flicking out his knife as he sawed through the leather. "Let's find out what it takes to make you break, hm?"

He suddenly became aware of EDI's eyes watching him carefully as he tore Traynor's clothes off, and wondered if she was recording him. "You can leave now, EDI. I'll continue from here."

EDI hesitated before replying. "I wish to stay."

The clone stopped in the middle of cutting through Traynor's jeans, glancing over at EDI's face. It was impossible to tell what was going through her head. "Why?" he finally asked.

"Sexual violence during wartime as a tool of coercion has been documented in the historical records of nearly all galactic civilizations," she explained. "This suggests it is a highly effective tactic, and yet I have negligible experience with it. I aim to learn so as to make my operations in the pursuit of humanity's interests more effective."

Evil Shepard laughed when she finished. "Call it whatever you want, EDI. You just want to get your rocks off. Maybe you're more human than I thought."

EDI averted her gaze slightly while microscopic lights emitted a dim glow across her face. Was she actually embarrassed? the clone wondered. "My preference heuristics play no factor in this," she replied. "The collection of empirical data takes precedence."

She strode forward, and before the clone knew what was happening, she'd taken control of the interrogation. A neodymium laser built inside one of the fingers on her right hand sliced through Traynor's jeans in one fluid motion, while the left hand tossed the torn, burnt fabric to the other end of the room. The laser disappeared, replaced by the crackling sound that accompanied EDI manifesting an electrical current around her finger. The other hand tugged Samantha's lace panties down, the thin fabric disintegrating under the strength of EDI's synthetic fingers, revealing her slim brown legs to the light.

"Talk." It wasn't a request, or a suggestion. It was unambiguously a demand, one that carried the unspoken weight of punishment behind it.

Samantha was shaking with terror now, praying silently that this was all just the worst nightmare she'd ever had. "EDI, please ----AAAAARGGH!!"

Traynor screamed as EDI squeezed her clitoris with the electric finger, holding it there for torturously long seconds before releasing. "Talk," she repeated. She was met with a long sequence of breathless whimpers, and so she continued to torture Traynor's clit; this continued for five such repetitions, through screams, begging and prayers for mercy, until EDI finally released her hold over the clitoris for the final time. It was now almost purple, swollen from a combination of the inflicted pain and the involuntary arousal from EDI's cold fingers rubbing the tiny organ over and over again. A thin, almost undetectable wisp of smoke arose from it.

EDI turned to the evil Shepard, with something approaching disappointment etched across her mechanical features. "This method has met with unsatisfactory results."

The clone had stroked his erection to full length, aroused by Traynor's piteous cries. "You had your shot. Now let's do it my way."

He climbed onto the table and severed the binds around Traynor's ankles, freeing her legs. She lashed out and tried to kick him away, but he calmly pushed her legs away, moving her into an uncomfortable position where her legs were positioned on one side while her arms were still held down in place. Lying down next to her, the clone ran his hands up her smooth thighs, tracing his fingers all the way up to her round cheeks. "How's that integrity working for you, Sam?"

"Please...," Traynor croaked, most of her energy spent. The clone pushed her coffee-toned buttocks apart and poked the head of his cock in between them, knocking on the doors of Traynor's puckered asshole. "Loyalty's a rare trait," he remarked, "it's always fun to see it die."

He pushed against her anus, the tight ring doing its best to keep him out. Patiently pushing again and again, his tip began to wear down the resistance she could offer. Eventually, the skin around her asshole began to stretch around his cockhead, and with one thrust firmer than those before, his glans sank inside her warm depths.

Traynor's sharp, ragged intakes of breath were accompanied by a slow drift into a state of shock, as the fat cock inside her ass began squeezing its way inside, stretching her asshole wide open. "Even Kasumi wasn't this tight," the clone remarked, fondling her dark nipples from behind, "but we'll find a way to make this work."

Slowly gyrating his hips upwards, he pushed more and more of his cock inside Traynor. It was a slow process, but the clone was patient. In her delirium, Traynor's eyes streamed with tears, cringing with every thrust, as her anal violation burned like a red-hot poker shoved up her backside. Three and a half minutes of squeezing later, the clone's balls were pressed against Traynor's stretched-out asshole, all 13 inches of his cock lodged firmly inside her rectal canal. "There we go," he laughed.

EDI was unimpressed by her boss's tactic. "Your idea has proven ineffective as well. Primarily because she is barely conscious at the moment."

"I don't hear any bright ideas from you," he retorted.

"One has occurred to me," EDI replied, opening up a panel on her right arm to extract a tiny object, no larger than two fingers' length.

"Is that a.....toothbrush?"

EDI nodded. "Correct. It is a Cision Pro Mark IV. Only available online, and priced at 6000 credits. Specialist Traynor had left it with me for safekeeping as she had yet to move her things back in to the Normandy following your failed takeover."

Stung by the reminder of his initial failure, the clone's brow creased as he relaxed back on the table, all but four inches of his cock sliding out of Traynor's ass. "So that's your bright idea? You're going to brush her teeth until she tells us the password?"

EDI ignored his sarcasm. "There is a reason the Cision Pro Mark IV sells for such an exorbitant price, Commander."

He shrugged. "I give up. What is it?"

The android clicked a button on the toothbrush's handle, and the head began to glow and hum with a familiar blue energy. "They sell biotic toothbrushes now?" the clone remarked.

"The Cision Pro Mark IV uses tiny mass effect fields to scrub between teeth and massage the gums," EDI explained. "It does so via a vibratory effect not dissimilar to a sonic drill." And without any further ado, she shoved the brush into Traynor's vagina.

The sudden sensation of the brush's vibrating head pounding away at her inner walls shocked Traynor out of her delirium, bringing her back to full consciousness as surely as if a bucket of cold water had been emptied over her head. Her head jerked forward as she screamed "EDIIIIIIII!!", but her voice trailed off into gasps of pain as she became aware of the presence of the clone's thick cock buried inside her ass, pushing itself back in to the brim.

EDI brushed vigorously, rubbing the head of the Cision Pro over Traynor's swollen labia, massaging her aching clitoris, before thrusting it back in and scrubbing her vaginal walls all the way up to her cervix. The effect was instantaneous; Traynor thrashed up and down, trying to dislodge the brush from inside her cunt, biting down on her lower lip to keep her moans from escaping. Each time she raised her hips to try and pull free, EDI stuck the vibrating toothbrush in deeper, and when she plummeted back down, her ass clapped against the clone's hips, driving his cock deeper into his bowels.

The clone laid back and enjoyed the feeling of Traynor's convulsions around his cock; in her mad frenzy, she was raping herself with his organ every time she tried to dodge EDI's strokes inside her. He snaked an arm around her neck and clamped his hand down on her mouth to silence her. "I think that password can wait until we're done here, Samantha," he whispered into her ear, as she screamed into his palm.

This continued for long minutes, EDI violating Traynor's cunt with the toothbrush until she finally pushed it completely in, leaving it on its maximum setting as it vibrated furiously inside Samantha. Pushed over the edge, Traynor howled in despair as her body began to spasm, her toes curling as a forced orgasm wracked her senses. Her asscheeks clenched around the clone's cock, her rectum tightening in response, and the clone groaned as he felt his hot load explode inside Traynor, flooding her bowels with his seed, prolonging her orgasm as she felt the warm liquid settle somewhere inside her.

When she was done with her orgasm, and left quivering with repulsion and self-hatred, he pulled his softening cock out of her stretched anus and climbed off the table, while EDI slowly extracted the now drenched, sticky Cision Pro Mark IV from Traynor's cunt. "Not bad for a first-timer, EDI," he remarked, "so, Traynor, feel like coughing up that password or should we go another round?"

Traynor, to her credit, was a lot stronger than she looked. She glared at the clone and his android helper and tried to spit in their direction, but her heaving, tortured breaths resulted in an uneven spray of saliva all over her cleavage.

The clone laughed, almost hysterically. "Oh, that is priceless. You're made of steel, Traynor, I'll give you that. Nine out of ten soldiers would have cracked by now." He leaned down to whisper in her ear, speaking loud enough for his voice to echo down her auditory canal. "Or maybe you want this. Hm? Maybe that whole lesbian thing was just an act? There wasn't enough quality cock around to fill up your ass?" She said nothing, refusing to even blink as she maintained her glare. "Don't worry, Sam," he continued, "you'll get your wish. In 20 minutes, I'll be ready to go again, only I probably won't be so gentle this time."

"20 minutes is too long a period of recovery," EDI impatiently interjected. "Studies have shown that subjects of violent interrogation fortify their resolve in the interval between the applications of force. We must continue immediately."

The evil Shepard groaned out loud. EDI was getting to be more annoying than she was worth. "Well, that's the thing about humans, EDI, we need some time to get our engines going again. I don't suppose you've got erection pills hidden somewhere between your processors?"

"Unnecessary," EDI replied. "I can continue from here." The clone watched in amazement as she digitally constructed a strap-on cock from her smooth crotch area. It was bright orange, transparent, and made from the same experimental material as the omni-tool and omni-blade. Modeled after the cocks EDI had seen on the extranet, it was large and thick; the clone felt a tinge of insecurity as he realized it was bigger than his own.

She climbed onto the table and forced Traynor's legs apart with her powerful hands, before reaching forward to clamp one hand across her throat, squeezing just enough for Traynor to feel the pain. "Remember," EDI declared, "this was the result of your non-compliance." Without another word, the android rammed her omni-cock into Traynor's wet, open cunt.

Traynor's screams were cut off by EDI squeezing down on her neck harder before releasing and squeezing down again; a violent massage that made her sobs for mercy seem staggered and uneven. With her memory banks reprogrammed, EDI lacked any sense of organic compassion or empathy, mercilessly thrusting her strap-on penis deeper and deeper inside Samantha, stretching her pussy open to match her asshole, even as the digi-cock's warm glow made Traynor's toes curl with repressed pleasure.

The pleasure didn't last long. Samantha was soon screaming in pain as EDI increased the size of the strap-on, splitting her labia as far apart as possible and making her belly bulge from the sheer size of the fake organ inside her. EDI casually rammed past Traynor's battered cervix and began hammering away, pounding and stretching the walls of Traynor's womb. From where he stood, the clone could almost see the flicker of a smile on EDI's face, but she didn't feel lust....did she?

Traynor was soon begging for quarter, but EDI ignored her cries, rocking her mechanical hips from side to side as her omni-cock expanded Traynor's cunt, leaving it a dripping, gaping fuckhole, unrecognizable from an hour before. "P-please," Traynor stammered, her voice hoarse from crying, "I'll t-tell you....the password..."

"I'm listening," EDI replied, her eyes closed as she slammed her hips against Traynor's, systematically raping the living daylights out of her.

"TORFAN!" Traynor screamed. "The p-password's 'Torfan', okay? P-please, let me go....", she said, her voice trailing off as she collapsed into tears again.

EDI thrust forward one last time, plunging in until she was fully sheathed inside Samantha, the fake cock lodged inside her womb. A thin slit opened up near the base of the omni-cock, and three tubes snaked out and clamped onto the base of the fake organ.

"Cerberus thanks you for your compliance," EDI declared, just as the tubes began pumping a black liquid through the long, thick omni-cock. The clone could watch the strange substance firing through the cock, disappearing as the organ entered Traynor's cunt, but he knew it was flooding her womb with every passing second. Traynor moaned with grief and begrudging lust as she felt the warm, slimy joint lubricant fill her up; but what was most remarkable was how EDI's thighs shook as she pumped more and more of her fluids inside Samantha. Her eyes were closed and her head was raised to the sky. If the clone didn't know any better, he'd say she was having an orgasm, but again.....androids couldn't have orgasms, could they?

Just as abruptly as she had plunged in, EDI pulled out, climbing off the table and addressing the clone in a matter-of-fact voice, as if she had just finished doing something other than brutally raping Samantha Traynor in front of him. The three tubes retracted back inside her body just as the omni-cock faded away, restoring her original appearance. "This method has proven most effective."

The clone couldn't really disagree with her. "Yeah, well...next time, try not to leave such a mess." The lubricant was gushing furiously out of Traynor's cunt, mixing with the semen dripping out of her ass, a black and white puddle forming between her thighs. Traynor herself had passed out right after EDI had pulled free. "Oh well," he said, stroking his cock, erect once more thanks to Traynor's screams, "wake her up. Good thing she's got another hole I can fill up."

"Inadvisable," EDI rejected. "Studies have shown that after subjects have revealed information in exchange for relief from violence, further violence with no interval in between makes them even less likely to comply in future interrogations. We may still need to interrogate Samantha Traynor in the future."

Evil Shepard glared at EDI, more annoyed now than he'd been at any of her earlier interruptions. "To hell with your studies!" he yelled. "I'm hard right now, and I'm going to get off one way or another."

"Simpler solutions exist," EDI countered, and before he knew what was happening, she had dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock.

The clone groaned and grasped a ledge behind him, as EDI's android head bobbed up and down his thick saft. He had thought she would feel cold to the touch, but her mouth was impossibly warm; heating coils built into her flexible synthetic tongue sent jolts of pleasure along his cock.

EDI had acquired her cocksucking technique from secret hours spent perusing Joker's extensive porn collection, and the Cerberus engineers had missed those data clusters when they had rebooted her. Delicate fingers stroked his balls as she deepthroated his monstrous organ, her tongue winding along the shaft and rubbing it down from top to bottom. Those fingers could crush a man's skull with minimal effort, he knew, but now they were caressing his testicles with utmost care, stroking the base of his ballsack, sending tingles up his spine.

"I take back everything I've ever said about you, EDI," he grinned, "the new you is a vast improvement."

He spotted that same flicker of a smile on her lips again, before she pushed her head back down and stretched her lips around him. With the intensity of every porn star she'd ever watched, she sucked and licked and stroked and kissed his cock until it pulsed with barely suppressed semen, waiting to be released. He grabbed her head by the sides and rammed her down until her chin pressed against his balls, her tongue lapping at the base of his shaft. Again and again he hammered away at her head, fucking her throat with wild abandon, knowing she could take any punishment he dished out. Any other woman would have suffocated or passed out by now. EDI was begging for more.

She felt his balls churn and pulse in her palms, and a few seconds later, the clone came with a triumphant roar, firing thick loads of cum down her throat. EDI gripped him by the hips as she stood in place, swallowing each string of semen as it emerged from the tip of his cock. A whole minute passed until he was spent, and as he pulled out he could see thick globs of his cum at the back of her polymer throat, before she swallowed it all down.

"It will be broken down into base components and converted to usable forms of energy," she told him, standing back up again.

The clone smirked. "Yeah, I don't really need to know your excuse for sucking dick, EDI."

Those same microscopic lights flickered across her face again, and now the clone knew they meant she was embarrassed. But she hid it well, marching over to the door and pulling it open. "We have what we came for. We can leave now."

Leaving Traynor unconscious on the table, cum pooling around her legs, they walked back out to the narrow passageway. As the door to Traynor's room shut behind them, another man walked out of Jack's room, zipping his pants back up. He grinned at the clone as their eyes met. Further down the passageway, a Phantom was carrying a box of tools into Zaeed's room. God alone knew what they were going to do with them.

"We can activate the Normandy's weapons systems now. I recommend we make that our next destination. Where are you going?"

The clone had walked in the opposite direction, two doors down from Traynor's. Glancing through the door's peekhole, a wicked grin formed on his face as he recognized the inhabitant.

"Activating the Normandy's weapons isn't an urgent requirement," he told EDI. "You heard the Illusive Man, we've got an entire month's head start."

"Correct," EDI replied, "but ---"

"But nothing," he cut her off, "I'll check out the weapons systems first thing tomorrow. Right now, I need some time alone in this room. Go help the engineers with whatever they're doing."

There was a brief silence before EDI nodded. "Very well, Commander."

He watched as she marched back to the elevator, waiting for the sound of her metal feet clacking against the floor to fade away. Once there was no one else around, he knocked on the door of the room in front of him, and a Nemesis poked her head out as it opened a few inches.

"I'm handling this one," he told her.

"I just got here," she protested.

"And now you just left."

She grumbled under her breath, but he was her superior, and so she had no choice but to vacate the room. Once she was gone, he stepped inside the room and took a seat at the table. Across from him, a woman in a blue combat suit was strapped into her chair, arms tied behind her back while her long hair was dishevelled and her mouth was stuffed with a washcloth that served as a crude gag. There was no relief or panic or tears in her eyes at the sight of Shepard; only murderous hatred. She'd clearly figured out who he was while she'd been waiting for her interrogator to arrive.

"You always were a smart one, Ash," he remarked. "Why don't we just talk for awhile?"
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