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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and all the characters in it are owned by people that are not me. I have not made a cent off this work of fiction

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"Shepard? Shepard!"

Shepard blinked, returning to reality. She had no idea how long she had been sitting there, staring at the wall of the cabin that was once her second home. A few minutes? A month? Images of cum-dripping pussies and jeering crowds forcing her to lick them clean had filled her mind ever since what had happened down below.

But as she regained her senses, she could hear the door chime sounding out, indicating that their tormenters were on their way. Quickly she was on her feet, moving to stand with her back against the wall with Liara.

Look at how well-trained they have you, said a jeering voice in her head, not entirely unlike that of her dark-skinned captor. How quick you are to jump once you hear the master's call. Will it really take that long until they've got you just as brainwashed and obedient as Ash?

Ignoring the taunting voice in her head, Shepard stood stock-still as the door to the cabin opened, and the two heads of Cerberus stepped into the room.

"Tits against the wall, ladies," the clone said with a spiteful sneer. "Turn around so we can see those pretty little asses of yours."

Shepard and Liara obediently spun in place. Once they were staring at the bulkhead, Shepard felt strong hands grip onto her wrists. Within a few seconds, she was restrained by a set of hard-light handcuffs. "Not that you'd stand much of a chance if you tried anything," Brooks said, Shepard watching out of the corner of her eyes as she moved to fasten restraints around Liara's wrists as well. "But it would spoil all the fun if you ladies went for some suicidal escape attempt right now."

"Turn back around," the clone instructed, and Shepard and Liara's backs and constrained wrists were against the wall. "Ugh, what the hell is that smell?" she said, smirking at Shepard. "Shepard, your breath stinks like cum. We really ought to get you some mouthwash to clean out that whore mouth of yours."

"Now, now, love," Brooks said. "Why bother to clean it out when we're just going to be dirtying it up again before too long?"

Shepard fought to hide her disappointment. Whatever animosity she and Liara had managed to drive between their two captors had been forgotten, at least for the time being. Despite this, she forced herself to stay calm. The cracks were there, even if Brooks and her clone companion had plastered over them for the moment. And as horrible as it was, Shepard knew that completing her plan was going to take time. Time that would have to be spent enduring whatever carnal horrors awaited her and her friends back at the Cerberus base.

"Alright, then, get going," the clone said. "Into the elevator."

Shepard and Liara marched, Brooks and the clone behind them as they stepped into the lift. Part of Shepard couldn't help but wonder whether she'd ever see the Normandy again once she stepped off it this time. Or if she would meet her final fate here at the hands of Cerberus.

But as the lift traveled down, and she felt Liara lean against her, Shepard steeled herself. She wouldn't lose hope. She would keep fighting, for Liara's sake at the very least.

They reached Deck 2, and the door opened out onto the CIC. The rest of Cerberus's captives stood in a line at the side of the command deck. Just like Shepard and Liara, they stood naked with their wrists bound behind them. Brooks and the clone ushered them to the end of the line, and then the clone called out. "Alright, get moving!" She raised up the varren prod in her hand and gave the trigger a few pushes. "Fall behind and I'll get you moving."

The pack of helpless captives moved forward, heads down as they shuffled down the long passage of computer terminals towards the airlock. Morgan marched at the head of the group, Ash right behind her with eyes locked firmly on her beloved mistress's lead. Behind her was Traynor, Kelly moving beside her and looking uncomfortable in her new Cerberus uniform. She looked down the line to the back, and gave Shepard an apologetic look.

Right in front of Shepard, Kasumi padded across the cold metal deck. Behind her secured hands, Shepard could see that the captured thief's backside was still reddened from the abuse it had taken earlier. As they were about to reach the turn into the airlock, Kasumi suddenly stopped in her tracks and let out a quiet gasp.

"Hey, what'd I say?" the clone snarled, brandishing her prod. "Keep it moving."

Quickly nodding, Kasumi made the turn into the airlock. Shepard followed Kasumi's gaze, trying to determine what had surprised her.

Standing at the door leading into the cockpit was a small, brown-haired woman and an AIU next to her. Shepard thought at first that Kasumi had mistaken the female-looking robot for EDI, but then she saw it. The robot's eyes were flashing. At first it appeared random to Shepard, but then she recognized the pattern.

Morse code Shepard thought to herself, trying not to slow her pace too much even as she glanced at the robot's eyes to determine the pattern.

.-- -.- -.. / - ..-

She felt a hard jab at her ribs. The clone prodding her with the torture device as a warning, thankfully without activating it.

If this is what their leaders are like, Shepard thought grimly to herself, as she stepped through the airlock doors and out into the enclosed passage leading to whatever fresh hell awaited her, I can only imagine what sort of sick bastards they have serving them back at their base.
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