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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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Brooks's mood was still foul even after the ride up the lift. As the door opened up on the captain's cabin, she barked out an order for Shepard and Liara to step out of the elevator. Brooks had been so angry that, Shepard only now noticed, she hadn't even bothered to get dressed before leaving the shuttle bay, and wore only her boots as she stepped past her two captives and opened the door into the captain's cabin.

Stomping into the room, her dark-skinned ass bouncing with every furious step, Brooks strode into the bathroom. As Shepard and Liara glanced at each other, cum still dripping off Shepard's tits as the two of them wondered what torture awaited them next, Brooks emerged from the restroom with a towel.

"Here," Brooks said with a sneer, tossing the towel in Shepard's direction. "Clean yourself up." Her gaze turned to Liara, and her expression grew even more fiery. "And you. Fucking disgusting asari whore," she cursed. Walking over to a side table, Brooks procured a pair of handcuffs and quickly returned to fasten Liara's arms behind her. Once this was done, she grabbed a familiar leather garment.

"Go stand in the corner, and don't move a muscle until I tell you to. Disobey me, and both of you will take turns with the prod," Brooks hissed, before pulling the leather facemask over Liara's head fronds. The garment tightly covered her entire face and eyes, with only a zippered hole on the lower portion opened to allow her to breathe.

As Liara cautiously stepped forward blindly, attempting to find the corner of the room, Brooks gave her bare ass a hard slap, the rough impact leaving a deep blue welt on Liara's ample backside. Liara let out a pained cry and stumbled forward faster, almost tripping over the bed as she eventually found her way to the corner of the room and stood in silence.

Shepard tried her best to keep her expression blank. At this stage of her plan with Liara, she had to still be on the fence. Still care about Liara, but at the same time continue to resent her for so easily allowing herself to be "seduced" by Shepard's clone. So despite her anger, still burning so hot despite having to put up with weeks of witnessing similar treatment, Shepard simply stood and watched as Brooks abused Liara.

"Fuck," Brooks muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing a nearby remote control with one hand, while wiping the one she had used on Liara's ass across the bedsheets in mild disgust. As Shepard stood stock-still, waiting for her captor's next command, Brooks activated the viewscreen and began cycling through surveillance footage.

"That woman, I swear," Brooks ranted to herself. "If it wasn't for me, Cerberus would have yanked her out of that artificial womb and tossed her out of a damn airlock. I saved her. Hell, I'm almost her goddamn mother in the end. And she gives me this..." Glancing over at Shepard, Brooks gave her an odd smile. "But I suppose I should watch my tongue. The things I say to you are going to be... well, never mind. Why spoil the surprise?"

Shepard remained blank, staring straight ahead and not meeting Brooks's eyes. She allowed herself a glance over at the screen, catching a glimpse of the security feed Brooks was watching. It was one of the cargo bays, where Jack and Miranda were currently staring at something off-camera. Miranda looked horrified, while Jack's expression seethed with rage. Behind them, Samara and Aria sat against the bulkhead, Aria still struggling against her bonds while Samara tried her best to escape their current situation through meditation.

"Hmm, wonder what's got them so... aah, of course," Brooks said, as she switched over to another feed. Shepard glanced over again, and gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.

It was the other cargo bay. As Sam stared at the floor, trying her best to ignore what was happening behind her, Oriana, Jenny, and Kasumi were being pressed against the thick glass window of the cargo bay. Each of them being taken from behind by a male Cerberus crew member, the three rapists making sure their victims were visible through the window.

It wasn't until one of them gave a cruel wave through the window that Shepard realized exactly what they were doing, and clenched her fists behind her back. It wasn't enough that they had to be cruelly violating these women; the Cerberus bastards wanted to make sure that Jack and Miranda saw the two people they cared most about, along with the spy that had been one of their best hopes for escaping, being fucked from behind while being unable to stop it.

"Horny bastards," Brooks said, sound equally amused and disappointed. "Alliance ship on our tail, minutes away from home base, and still all they can think about is pussy." Despite her admonishment, Brooks nonetheless started spreading her own legs. Her hand brushed down between her dark bush before finding her clit and starting to gently rub.

It was time for Shepard to keep playing her part. Despite the mild sense of disgust she felt, she forced herself to immediately start staring at Brooks as her captor played with herself. It was important to start presenting the notion to her captor that, despite the horrific circumstances, she was starting to find Brooks attractive. After a few seconds of open staring, Shepard averted her eyes, but only after making sure that Brooks had noticed her look. After another second, Shepard stole another glance.

Eventually, it had the effect she had hoped for - though not necessarily the one Shepard looked forward to all that much. "Like the show?" Brooks mockingly asked. "But how silly of me. Why expend my own effort when I have a perfectly good slave ready to do it for me?" She pulled her hand away, and directed a pointed finger down between her legs. "Lick it, if you enjoy looking at it so much."

Obediently, Shepard stepped forward. Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, Shepard closed her eyes, leaned forward and stuck her tongue out to brush against Brooks's throbbing clit. Brooks let out a low laugh as Shepard began lapping away between her legs.

"So quick to follow orders," Brooks observed, playing with a breast with one hand while continuing to flip between surveillance feeds with the other. "If only your counterpart was so agreeable. Makes me wonder if it was her and Liara held captive, being put through the treatment I'm putting you through right now, if she'd be as easy to command as you are right now."

Exactly the sort of thing I want you to be thinking, Shepard thought. It didn't make eating out this crazy woman any easier, but at least it let Shepard know she was making progress.

"By God, Miss Lezayen. How exactly does she do it?" Brooks said in awe, as she flipped to another surveillance feed and watched. "I mean, we've got Henneman down there coming up with all these devious little chemicals to play with the minds of your friends, and Miss Lezayen didn't need any of them. She broke Williams down with nothing more than her own force of will. I could take lessons from that woman. I mean, just look at that." Shepard continued licking Brooks's cunt, until she felt a light slap on the top of her head. "Did you hear me? I said look at that."

Pulling away from between Brooks's legs, Shepard reluctantly turned around to look at the surveillance feed. In the XO's office, Morgan was seated on her couch, a datapad in her hand as she looked over reports in preparation for their arrival at home base. And perched above her, her back to Morgan, Ashley bounced up and down on Morgan's cock, smiling dazedly as the security chief's thick, lubed-up cock slid in and out of her asshole.

"You see that look on your friend's face, Shepard?" Brooks said. "That's the look of someone who has surrendered completely. You saw how she was at first. How she faked it just to keep Morgan from killing her. But now? If Morgan told Williams to jump into a thresher maw nest, she'd gladly do it. Complete surrender. Total obedience. I wish I could do something like that. I wish that I could see that look on..."

Brooks didn't speak for several seconds, the only sound in the captain's cabin Ashley's heated moans as she drove her ass down onto Morgan's cock. After a moment of nervous waiting, Brooks finally spoke again. "Look at me, Shepard. Look in my eyes."

Shepard obeyed, turning back and staring up at Brooks. The dark-skinned woman stared back at her with appraising eyes, a finger on the side of her chin. "See, I know what you're doing, Shepard," Brooks said. "You're trying to make me believe you're broken like Williams is broken. But I still see it there. That defiance. You try to hide it, but I know that look. Every time that your clone decides that she wants to do things her way, I see it on her as well. I'm sure you'd deny it, but I think you and your doppelganger have even more in common than you realize."

Shepard said nothing, simply knelt and stared back at Brooks, waiting to see where her captor's train of thought was going.

"But if I could take away that look, break you into becoming my willing and eager puppet," Brooks mulled to herself. "It would be so much easier... everything would be so much easier if my partner wasn't actually my partner, but my servant. A figurehead to give orders to, without any hesitation or resistance..." Brooks broke eye contact with Shepard, looking back up at the screen and Morgan's activities with her "bitch." "If that psychopathic mercenary can do it... why the hell can't I? Why the hell can't I take a powerful woman like she did, and break her down until she's nothing more than an automaton? A puppet who would do anything at my command. I could do it. I know I could."

Glancing back down, Brooks now wore a toothy grin. "Oh, right. Get back to it, slave," she said. Obediently, Shepard began using her tongue on Brooks's clit again. Above her, Shepard could hear Brooks talking to herself. "I can't believe I was this stupid. To have not seen the possibilities until now. Break her mind, but don't drive her insane. Make her your puppet instead. My own personal Shepard puppet, ready to do anything I command without hesitation. And then, when the time is right, one Shepard gets replaced with the other... and everything becomes just so easy."

If she wasn't currently in the middle of giving head to her most hated enemy right now, Shepard wouldn't have been able to keep the smile off her face. It's working, she thought to herself, as Brooks moaned and wiggled her hips in Shepard's face. If I can convince her I've been broken completely, she's going to get rid of the clone and have me take its place.

It all seemed too perfect. If there was any worries in Shepard's mind now, it was whatever Brooks's plan was going to be for breaking her now. And just how far things would go before Brooks was convinced that Shepard was her unquestioning slave?

And the one greatest fear, one that she only allowed herself to entertain for a second before quickly dismissing it.

What if she's right? What if she actually could break me?
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