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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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"Aw, shit, here it comes. Keep that mouth open, bitch. Swallow it down."

The sneering Cerberus crew member gave one last pull on his cock, and cum sprayed out of the tip of his prick onto the kneeling Shepard's face. Despite her urge to turn her face away, Shepard forced herself to keep her head pointed up, and her mouth and eyes open, as the laughing man's seed splattered across her face and chest. She knew what was likely to happen if she flinched at all, with the clone hovering near her, prod in hand.

As they had reached the end of the gangway, just before the entrance into the station, the clone had come up with a "wonderful idea."

"Let's let everybody back at base see this loser the way she really is: a pathetic, cum-soaked whore," she announced. Summoning together all of the male Cerberus members who had been disembarking the Normandy alongside them, the clone had instructed them to surround Shepard and whip out their cocks, while shoving Shepard down to her knees on the cold metal floor.

Not long after the first man blew his load, another cock began shooting down onto her upturned face. Shepard flinched as a jet of semen managed to land in her eye, wincing at the burning sensation as the second man did his best to jerk every last drop of cum down into Shepard's open mouth. One by one, each Cerberus prick deposited his cum onto Shepard, and it wasn't long until her entire face seemed to be covered in white. She fought the urge to retch as one of the men pointed his prick directly down into her mouth, shooting his entire load into the near-mouthful of cum that had already collected onto Shepard's tongue.

"What a beautiful sight indeed," Brooks said, standing next to the clone and smirking down as the last of the men finished cumming on Shepard's face. "I think you should thank these fine men for... doing up your makeup before your big arrival."

Closing her lips, Shepard forced herself to swallow down the mouthful of cum. "Th... thank you," she said hesitantly, thick white drops dripping off her lips and entire face down onto her tits. "Thank you for your cum."

"If you two are done with your little demonstration," Henneman suddenly interjected himself into the proceedings, "I have some things I'd like to get done before we have our big ceremony."

"Fine, fine," the clone said, gesturing for Shepard to get back on her feet. "Let's get these bitches squared away for now. Wouldn't want to keep those folks in the public area waiting too much longer, after all."

Shepard struggled to her feet, trying her best not to slip on the cum that had spilled off of her onto the ground. Once she had regained her footing, the parade of nude women made its way down to the end of the enclosed gangway.

At the end of the hallway, there was a door to their left and right. A bright green arrow on the wall in front of them pointing to the left read "GENERAL ACCESS," while another arrow proclaimed in bright red text "RESTRICTED ACCESS." Stepping forward, Morgan entered in a passcode and the door on the right slid open.

"Here we are, ladies," the clone announced, as Morgan led the way through the opened door. "Welcome to your new home."

As they filed their way into the next hallway, Shepard could hear mocking cheers ring out in front of her. She turned the corner to see a new group of men and women in Cerberus uniforms lining the grungy-looking walls. All of them with the same battle-scarred, fearsome appearance as the people who had manned the hijacked Normandy, and all of them looking just as cruel and eager to humiliate their charges as the rest of their comrades.

"Look at this tits," called out one man, reaching out to paw at one of Miranda's bare breasts as she passed. "Can't want to stick it between those beauties."

"Mmm, look at this prime piece of young meat," said a buzz-cut wearing woman with an eyepatch, leaning in close to a terrified Jenny. "Gonna love having that teenage tongue eating out my asshole."

Another man, arms covered in tattoos, stepped in front of Samara and leered down at her tits. "We got us a couple of asari whores, too," he said, rubbing at his bulging crotch. "You ever suck human cock before, blue? How about we get you started now?"

The line of captives soon ground to a halt as the crowd of Cerberus members surrounded the women and began openly pawing and groping at them. Except for Shepard, who was at least spared from this treatment due to the slimy cum still dripping down her body. Through the crowd, Shepard could see Kelly futilely trying to keep the horny men and women away from Traynor, eyes wide and frantic as she struggled in vain to keep the groping hands away from her girlfriend's naked flesh.

"Hey, hey, you shits better clear the fuck out of here," Morgan finally raised her voice over the din of horny groping people, "before I start breaking some arms around here!" As if to illustrate her point, she grabbed the wrist of a man trying to grab for Ashley. There was a sharp crack and a loud cry, and soon the throng of people beat a hasty retreat. Morgan watched them go with a disgusted expression. "God fucking dammit, where the hell is my security team?"

"We were getting the cells prepared, ma'am," said a man at the head of a small group of Cerberus members who had pushed their way past the retreating group. "Wanted to make sure our new guests would be nice and comfy."

Morgan sneered. "Yeah, you were supposed to have that done before we got here, fuckface. Swear to god, if your old buddy hadn't recommended you for this position, I'd have you cleaning out latrines with a damn toothbrush right now."

"Speaking of which," said the man, moving past the line of shaken captives. "There he is! Hawkins, my man!"

Henneman looked uncomfortable as the man with the dyed-orange mohawk haircut clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm quite sure we've been through this, Mr. Bowers. My name is not, and has never been, Hawkins. That was my cover identity when..."

"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha," Bowers said. "I'm just fuckin' with you, Henny. You know I love you for getting me and my boys this sweet gig." Giving Henneman a friendly shake that nearly dislodged the glasses off his face, the man turned his attention to Shepard. "Hmm, so this is the famous Commander Shepard, huh? Kind of expected her to be a little less... sticky."

The clone let out a noise, no doubt about to protest her claim to the name Shepard, but Brooks stepped in front of her. "The cells are ready, then?"

"Yeah, all set," Bowers said, looking at the line of women and frowning. "Although I could sworn you said we'd have nine prisoners. Never claimed to be a genius at math, but by my count we got eleven here."

"These two are me and Kelly's," Morgan said, pulling Ash and Traynor aside and undoing their restraints. "We'll be keeping them in our personal quarters. Isn't that right, Kel-Bear?"

Kelly, still looking a bit shaken at the sight of Traynor being molested, nonetheless managed to nod her head. "That's right. Sam is my... my bitch."

Bowers gave Brooks and the clone a questioning look. "Sure about this?" he asked. "I mean, I know Morgan's a pro at keeping her pets on a tight leash. But blondie over here... she gonna keep her toys in her box?"

"Kelly will make sure Miss Traynor doesn't leave her quarters," Brooks said, walking over to Kelly and staring her in the eyes. "She knows what might happen to her if she were to slip. Isn't that right, Kelly?" Kelly quickly nodded again, and Brooks gave her a cold smile. "Very good. But just to be sure... Morgan, how about you take Kelly and your bitches and pay a visit to the security room? Let Miss Chambers see what sort of setup we've got around here, and what's going to be expected of her."

"Gotcha, ma'am," Morgan responded, before turning to Kelly and giving her a wide grin. "Oh, I can't wait to show you my setup, Kel-Bear. It's soooo cool! C'mon, let's go!"

As the four women made their way away from the group and down the hallway, Brooks turned her attention to her partner. "And we should probably pay a visit to our personal quarters as well. Get all nice and dolled-up for your big arrival."

"Thank fucking Christ I don't have to hide in this shit-hole part of the station anymore," the clone said in disgust. "Can't wait to have all those eggheads kissing my ass and bowing before the legendary Commander Shepard." She and Brooks walked in another direction, as Bowers stepped forward again.

"Alright, before we cage you ladies up, I guess we might as well do some introductions," the mohawked man said. "As you might have heard before, I'm Wayne Bowers, and Henny here..." Catching a glare from Henneman, Bowers rolled his eyes. "Sorry... Dr. Henneman here has put me and my boys here in charge of your re-education." He gestured with a hand behind him to the three men who had accompanied him. "This tall drink of dark coffee over here is Okoru Botha."

"Very pleased to meet you ladies," the dark-skinned man with braided hair said with a toothy grin.

"Next to him, this ugly motherfucker is Yuri Dolinski," Bowers said, pointing to a man with heavy burn scars on his face.

Yuri flipped a bird at Bowers. "Eat it, fuckface," he snapped.

"Well, speaking of eating it, these ladies are gonna be..." Bowers started to say, then cut himself off. "Never mind. Wouldn't want to spoil all the fun ahead. Anyway, that last fella with the bald head and the bad depth perception is Mitch Roth. He may look scary, but really he's just as lovable as a varren puppy."

The last man shot a hungry smile at the group of women. "When do I get to show them my pets, Bowers?" he asked.

"Hey, you know the rules," Bowers said. "Dr. Henneman here is calling the shots. He decides when and how we get to play with these cunts." Looking back at the captives, he waved a hand. "Right this way, ladies."

The group of handcuffed women followed behind Bowers and his team, Henneman bringing up the rear with a datapad in his hand, taking notes. "Now, I suppose I should make something clear," Bowers said. "Just because I've introduced me and my buddies here, doesn't mean you ladies have the right to refer to any of us by name. Unless, of course, you're screaming it out while one of us is fucking you."

He glanced over his shoulder and smirked. "Yeah, when I said we were in charge of 're-education,' what that means is that me and my boys here are going to be feeding you bitches a steady supply of cock from now on. Reason why I didn't ask for any of your names, see, is because from now on all you ladies are to us, and to the rest of the people on this station, is a set of wet holes to play with. And we're just where it starts. By the time we're done with the process, all those folks who were grabbing for you earlier? Yeah, they're all gonna get their turns with your asses, too."

Pausing for a moment, Bowers turned and grinned. "And the best part of it all? Not only are you gonna be sucking and fucking every last cock and cunt in this section of the station... but by the time we're finished, you're going to be begging for it. See, that's why we're calling this here 're-education.' Because me and my boys are going to be teaching all of you how to be good, obedient slaves."

The women said nothing. All of them knew that to say anything would be to invite some form of punishment. Bowers saw the fear in their eyes and it only made him smile harder. "Alright, now that that's all clear... let's put you ladies into your new accommodations." Reaching to his side, he triggered a door to his left. It slid open and he stepped aside to allow the line of captives to walk inside.

"Welcome home," Bowers announced, as Shepard brought up the rear of the line and entered the room. It looked like a smaller version of a cellblock in an Alliance penal colony. Stark metal walls with no decoration or ornamentation, and a row of five cells lining one of the walls. One of the cells had its containment field activated, but all of the rest were currently open and empty.

"You have this in hand, I assume?" Henneman said as he closed the door to the cellblock behind him. "I'd like to make sure my facilities are prepared before heading over to the public area."

Bowers nodded. "Sure thing, Doc. I'll get the ladies all squared away for you." Henneman nodded his approval and headed through a door on the opposite end of the room, across from the five cells.

Bowers pointed after him. "See that, ladies? Through that door is where all the fun happens. The doc has a whole bunch of neat little tricks in store for you back there. But that's for later. Tonight, the doc just wants you to get a good night's sleep. Because tomorrow... the fun starts."

Shepard watched as Bowers's companions directed the line of women into their cells. Miranda was paired with her sister, Jack with Jenny, and Samara and Aria were assigned to a cell. Apparently Bowers had been warned about Aria's uncooperative nature, as unlike the rest of the women he did not remove her restraints. Instead, he ushered Aria into her cell with the cuffs still attached, and then activated the forcefield before giving Samara the code to unlock the glowing restraints around Aria's wrists.

At least Liara and I won't be separated, Shepard thought to herself, staring down the line as Okoru led Kasumi over to the cell that had already been activated. "Lucky you, baby," Okoru said, as he turned off the forcefield and ushered Kasumi inside. "You get to make friends with our long-timer." No sooner was Kasumi in the cell than Okoru was quick to reactivate the forcefield.

"Now, as for you two," Bowers said, moving in close to Shepard and Liara. "It's a funny thing. Up until a day or so ago, we were supposed to be giving you the roughest treatment. Matter of fact, the original plan was to bend the both of you over right here in this room and fuck you in front of all your friends, just to let them know how hopeless their situation is." Bowers looked a bit annoyed as he continued. "But weirdest fucking thing: Brooks and her Shep-double both contacted me separately and told me to hold off for now. Brooks told me to leave you be, Shepard, and the clone asked me to spare your asari slut's blue cunt. And much as I'd love to stick to the original plan, I suppose orders are orders. So..." Bowers waited for his companions to finish removing Shepard and Liara's cuffs before pointing into the last cell and whistling. "Make yourself at home, ladies."

Shepard and Liara turned and walked into their cell, the forcefield activating behind them as soon as they entered. It was a small room, barely large enough to hold two dirty mattresses on rusty metal bedframes, a toilet and a sink. Shepard was quick to move to the sink, turning on the hot water and scrubbing at the cum that had started to dry on her skin.

"They spared us," Liara said quietly as Shepard cleaned herself. "The plan is still working, Shepard."

Shepard tried to content herself with that, but it was difficult. Now that they were finally here, in the black and twisted heart of this new Cerberus, it was hard for her to keep hopeful.

Staring around at the walls of their cell, Shepard wondered just how long she would be seeing them. And what would be left of her if or when she managed to leave them behind.
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