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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Right in here, Kel-Bear!" Morgan cooed, opening the door in front of them and leading Kelly inside. Behind them, Ash and Traynor obediently followed.

As the lights in the room activated, Morgan spun around and grinned. "Here it is! My own little castle!"

Kelly looked around the room, struggling to keep the dumbfounded expression off her face. "It's... great," she said, forcing a note of enthusiasm into her voice. If she had been completely honest, however, the word she would have chosen would be "horrifying."

The room was dominated by a large row of monitors set into the far wall. On each monitor was a low-res video image of what appeared to be other areas of the station. Below the monitors, a large control panel and a rolling office chair.

But that wasn't immediately caught Kelly's attention. On the walls on either side of the security room were a large array of posters. Bright and colorful, they looked like the sorts of things that wouldn't be out of place on a teenage girl's wall. An image of a puppy and kitten snuggling together in a grassy field, with the caption "Real Pals" at the bottom. A bright blue poster depicting the two heroines of a CGI animated film that had been released last year. Kelly's mind blanked on one of the posters until she remembered it: "Grumpy Varren," a popular extranet meme of a frowning varren from a few months ago. Poster after poster of adorable, cute imagery.

And mixed in with the posters were an array of self-taken photos. Some were fairly typical: Morgan in what appeared to be her cabin, holding out a camera at arm's length and grinning. Morgan in a hallway of the station, pouting out her lips and striking a silly pose next to Rena and several of the other Phantoms Kelly remembered from the Normandy. Morgan smirking as she crouched down next to a dozing Henneman, a dark black moustache drawn on his face with a sharpie.

But it was the other photos that made Kelly's breath hitch, and turned the otherwise typical setup into a horror show. Under a poster of a cute anime girl, Kelly spotted another selfie of Morgan grinning. Only in this one, she was crouching down next to a woman's naked backside, thick globs of cum dripping out of the woman's gaping asshole. Morgan smiling with pride in the picture, as if wanting to get a record of her handiwork.

On the other wall, next to a poster of a popular girl pop group, Kelly saw another selfie of Morgan, this one with the camera held high above her head so it could look down and see the woman on her knees in front of Morgan. Mascara running down the woman's cheeks in dark trails, and with Morgan's cock shoved deep down her throat.

Nearby, an image of a woman who appeared to be fastened into a bondage device of some kind, her legs forced wide open and the man who had identified himself earlier as Bowers with his pants down, thrusting into the defenseless woman's twat. At the bottom of the picture, Morgan appeared to have scrawed a note: "27 LOADS LATER..."

"Pretty cool, huh?" Morgan said, and Kelly looked away from the array of cuteness and depravity. "Got everything set up just the way I like it. Oooh, check this out!" she said, motioned Kelly to follow her as she walked over to the control panel and took a seat. She gestured towards a set of small plastic figures on the top of her control panel, sitting next to a bottle of lube and a vibrating egg. "This is some rare shit right here. A complete set of miniatures of all six of the girls from the Sugar Kittens. You can't even order these things on the extranet anymore, but I've got some connections. You ever listen to any Sugar Kittens, Kel-Bear?"

"Uh, no," Kelly said. "Can't say I have."

Morgan gave her a slightly-embarrassed smile. "Oh, I know what you're thinking. But they're a lot more talented than you might think from their reputation. Their last album, some of the harmonies they pulled off... well, I'll have to send you some tracks when I get a chance." Glancing over at Ash and Traynor, Morgan then motioned for Kelly to lean down closer, while pointing to one of the small figurines of the pop divas on her console. "And I gotta confess... if I had the opportunity and I didn't currently have a bitch, I'd jam my cock so far up that cutie Wanda Pryce's asshole she'd be spitting out cum when she sang for the next month." She held a finger up to her lips. "Shh, don't tell anybody."

"It's... uh... our little secret," Kelly said.

"Alright, well, let's get down to business," Morgan said. "Bosses wanted me to give you the overview of how things are here on Adamanthea Station." Turning to the control panel, Morgan rapid-fire typed onto the holographic keyboard. The security footage on the monitors was replaced by a rough schematic map. "So, here's how this works. We're right here, in the restricted area of the station," Morgan typed in a set of commands, and a portion of the map on the screens started blinking. "Might not believe this, but this whole section here, it was all that this station was when we first showed up. Back when this place was called Avernus Station, and the old Cerberus was in charge. Also why things here in the restricted area are maybe a bit less high-techy than you might see in the other parts of the station: a lot of this shit dates to before the end of the Reaper War. But no biggie. We do alright with what we got here."

Morgan hit some more commands, and the other portion of the station, slightly larger than the first, started to blink. "And this part right here, this is the public area of the station. Got added on later, a place for all the eggheads to do their big important science-y stuff. See that big room up at the top there?" Morgan pointed, and Kelly glanced up to see a large area at the upper-most part of the station. "That there is where the fella with all the big bucks hangs out. Or chick, I dunno. Ain't never met 'em myself, but it was their credits that turned this place from the crappy old hunk of junk Avernus into this massive, awesome place it is now."

Pausing in her explanations for a moment, Morgan glanced behind Kelly to the naked women standing at the other side of the room. "Aw, you two are probably getting bored over there," Morgan said, pointing a finger at Ash and cheerfully barking out instructions. "Hey, bitch! Why don't you give Kel-Bear's bitch a treat and eat out her snatch for me, huh?

"Yes, Mistress," Ash quickly responded, moving to drop down to her knees in front of Traynor.

"Wait, stop!" Kelly called out. She knew it was pointless, just like any other attempt to contradict what Morgan decided she wanted. But she couldn't stop herself from lodging the protest. Ash paused and looked at her mistress for approval.

Morgan gave Kelly an inquisitive look. "What's this now? Oh, are you punishing your bitch for something she did bad? Don't want her to have any fun until she's learned her lesson?" Then a frown crossed Morgan's face, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Or is this your... thing again? Not wanting to share your bitch with anyone. Now, Kelly, you know how I feel about Stingy Sarahs. I mean, half the fun of even having a bitch is getting the chance to share a bitch. Matter of fact, I can't think of a better way to show somebody how much of a good friend they are than letting them have fun with your bitch." Morgan's eyes narrowed even further as she asked, "Are you saying that... we're not friends, Kel-Bear?"

"Of course we are, Morgan," Kelly said. "I just..." she tried to come up with an excuse that would get rid of the fearsome expression on Morgan's face, but she came up empty. "I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry." Turning to the two naked women, she forced a smile on her face. "Go ahead, bitch. Spread your legs so that Morgan's bitch can stick her tongue in your snatch."

It hurt Kelly's heart to hear Traynor's response. "Yes, Mistress," Traynor said, as she widened her stance to give Ash better access to her cunt. Morgan nodded to Ash, and the broken marine smiled happily as she dropped down to her knees and planted her face between Traynor's legs. Kelly tried to ignore the loud lapping sounds as Morgan brought her attention back to the security console.

"Kel-Bear, I love you, but you do worry me sometimes," Morgan said, as she took the map off the screens and pulled back up the security feeds from around the station. Glancing at some of the screens, Kelly saw Shepard and the rest of the captives being directed into cells by Bowers and his men. In another feed, she saw a large group of people standing around an exterior window of the station, no doubt marveling at the arrival of the Normandy.

"So... they don't know," Kelly asked, looking at the feed in the observation deck. "About what's going on in the restricted area of the station. About Shepard and everyone else."

"Fuck no," Morgan said. "All those folks got brought in after our massive bank account came onto the scene. As far as they know, the real Shepard is the one that's gonna be walking over there in a few minutes, and not the one mopping cum out of her eyes in a jail cell." She looked over to Kelly with a devious look. "Want to know a secret? Bosses even recorded a separate speech to show to those rubes, to make them think Shepard didn't tell the Council and Alliance to fuck off with their alien-loving bullshit. Of course, we had to cut off extranet access after that to keep them from seeing the truth, but hey. No extranet means the eggheads will only be working that much harder, right?"

Kelly gave Morgan a nod. Behind her, she could hear the damp licks and pleasured moans of Ash as she happily worked on Traynor's pussy. "Yeah, get rid of all the distractions," Kelly said.

"Alright, so, serious talk now," Morgan said, pointing a finger at one of the monitors. "See that right there? That's where you'll be staying. It's not a big cabin, but you keep being a good Cerberus soldier and maybe we'll see about getting you and your bitch an upgrade."

Turning to Kelly, Morgan's expression turned serious. "Now, I hate to be all Nagging Nelly about this, but here's the important point to remember: I'm gonna be keeping an eye on you. I may have said this before, but I had to pull a lot of strings to make sure that you got to keep your bitch. If you had had to hear all the whining and moaning I had to put up with back on the Normandy... 'Aw, Morgan, pwease can't we stick it to that dark-skinned piece of tail you've got locked away? I wanna hear her squeal while I stick a Sultana up her ass!' But I told them no. I told them that my good friend Kelly had a claim on her bitch, and that nobody else could have a crack at her without Kelly's permission."

Morgan waved her finger at the monitor again. "So here's what I'm saying, Kelly: once I send you and your bitch back to that cabin, I better see you putting her to use on a regular basis. An unused bitch is a wasted bitch, after all, and with all the horny guys and gals on this ship, I'm sure any one of them would be more than happy to inherit your bitch if I don't feel like she's being used properly." Morgan's eyebrow arched. "And no more of this 'I don't wanna share' shit outta you. If you're going to last in Cerberus, you're gonna have to make friends. And what's the best way to show somebody what good friends you are?"

Kelly fought to keep her voice from trembling as she responded. "Le... letting them play with your bitch."

"Got it in one!" Morgan said, giving Kelly a slap on the thigh from her seated position. "See, I knew you'd come around. So, once we're done here, I'm gonna send you and your bitch back to your cabin. I'll give you some time to settle in, make the place your own and all that. But I'd better see some hot fucking action on that monitor before the end of today. I better see you treating your bitch the way she deserved to be treated. We understood?"

Kelly nodded. Behind her, Ash's moans increased, and Kelly dared a glance over her shoulder to see that Ash had started rubbing herself with one hand, as she used the other to spread Traynor's pussy lips and lick the inside of her twat. Traynor simply stared straight ahead at the security monitors, no sign of arousal on her face, looking like she was trying to mentally will herself to be anywhere else right now.

"Aw fuck," Kelly heard Morgan say. She turned back to see the muscular security chief rubbing at the bulge forming in her uniform pants, as she watched Ash eat out Traynor. "What the fuck was I thinking? I gotta head over to the public area in a bit, and no way am I gonna be able to do that with a goddamn stiffie in my pants."

Without even pausing to think about it or ask permission, Morgan unzipped her fly and whipped out her throbbing cock, stroking it and grunting as she watched the scene in front of her. Looking over at Kelly, she gave a smirk. "Don't be shy if you wanna join in, stick a few fingers in that snatch of yours."

"That's... okay," Kelly said, trying to keep her eyes pointed away from Morgan's stroking hand on her shaft. "I'm gonna wait until we get back to our cabin."

Morgan shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said, never pausing in her masturbation as she spoke. "Guess it'll be a nice show for me to watch later." Morgan's eyes suddenly lit up. "Ooh, I've got an idea!" She turned to Ash and Traynor. "Bitch, come over here a second. We gotta immortalize this shit right here."

Obediently, Ash pulled her mouth away from Trayor's snatch and rose to her feet. As soon as she turned around, Ash's eyes locked hungrily on Morgan's cock poking out of her open fly. By now, the massive rod was glistening with pre-cum, and Kelly caught Ash running the tip of her tongue across her lips as she stared down at the slick cock.

"Kelly, go in that drawer over there," Morgan said. "Should be a drone camera in there. You know how to use one, dontcha?"

"Sure," Kelly said, remembering the last time she had used one: to take a picture of her and Sam outside of their new residence on Chasca. A place that seemed so far away now, in more than just distance.

Finding the device, Kelly pressed the activation button, and the small disc began hovering in midair. "Send it over to the other side of the room," Morgan said. "We gotta get a picture of us two with our bitches. This is gonna be so awesome!" As Kelly used the hovering camera's motion controls to direct it in place, Morgan gave Ash a crooked smile. "Alright, little girl. Ready for your picture with Santa? Come on up and sit on my lap," she said suggestively, waggling her throbbing cock for emphasis.

Ash didn't need to be told twice. A dreamy smile on her face, she turned around and spread her asscheeks, directing her backside toward Morgan's erect cock. As the head of Morgan's prick pushed itself into her asshole, Ash let out a pleasured moan. One that kept going as inch after inch of Morgan's cock pushed up into her anal passage. By the time Ash was done, Morgan's entire length was completely buried inside her ass, and she smiled on contentment as she settled in on Morgan's lap.

"Get over here, Kelly," Morgan said, directing her to stand beside Morgan's chair. "And your bitch, too. Why don't you have her kneel down on the floor in front of you. Show everybody who sees this pic how well-trained you have her."

Kelly followed Morgan's instructions, standing next to her chair before beckoning Traynor to approach. Her and Traynor's eyes met for a brief second, before Traynor turned around and sank down to her knees in front of her "mistress."

"Alright, everybody look into the camera," Morgan said cheerily. "Say 'kinky!'"

"Kinky!" Ash eagerly repeated, and Kelly and Traynor reluctantly said as well. The hovering camera drone flashed, capturing for posterity an image of Kelly's nightmarish new life.

Morgan grinned as the camera drone hovered back to the group. "Sweet! Once we're done with the big meet-and-greet over on the public side, I'll be sure to send you over a copy of that pic for the wall of your cabin," she said. "Oh, but I just remembered..." Morgan got a sad look on her face then. "Boss ladies have told me you don't get to go to the public side just yet. Guess they think you might have loose lips or something, let slip what's going on here in the restricted area. So I guess you'll just have to hang out in your cabin until we get back."

"Oh... damn," Kelly said, although she was secretly relieved. She wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to resist the urge to scream "THESE PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS!" if she was in a room full of sane people who might be able to put a stop to this. Even if some of them believed her, a bunch of scientists and researchers wouldn't stand a chance against the well-armed and dangerous mercenaries lurking in the restricted area.

"So, is everything clear?" Morgan said, as Ash wiggled her hips and sighed at the feeling of Morgan's hard cock buried in her ass. "Go back to your cabin, get settled in, and then make use of that bitch of yours. Oh, and almost forgot: your bitch is your responsibility, and I'm gonna be pretty annoyed if you let her wander the halls without your supervision. So if your bitch isn't with you, she better be locked up in your cabin. Got it?"

"Yes," Kelly agreed, while wondering how in God's name she was going to be able to will herself to "use her bitch" like Morgan wanted her to. The last two times, she had been under the influence of mind-altering chemicals. The idea of fucking Sam the way Morgan wanted her to, in her right mind...

Morgan gave Kelly a thumbs-up. "Super!" With her other hand, she pressed a button on her command console. "Hey, send one of the tin cunts over to show Kelly to her accommodations," she said into the communications panel. To Kelly she said, "Should be here any second. Although..." Morgan took Ash by the hips, raised her mostly away from her cock, and then slammed her back down, eliciting a grateful moan from Ash. "If you wanna stick around, I don't mind an audience."

"It's alright," Kelly said. "I... appreciate the offer, but I think I need to lay down for a bit."

"Up to you," Morgan said, as the door to the security room slid open.

Kelly turned to see the new arrival and her eyes widened in surprise. "Inania?" she asked, as an AIU unit walked up to the group.

Morgan let out a sharp laugh. "Not hardly. Erin's little metal co-pilot's got a lot more computing power under the hood than these ones. There were quite a few of these AIUs when we showed up here, though, so we programmed 'em with some basic VI functioning. They handle most of the boring shit we don't wanna deal with." To the AIU, she instructed, "Take Miss Chambers and her... companion to their living quarters, if you would."

The AIU responded, in a voice even more robotic and phonily-cheerful than Inania's. "Instructions computed. Please follow me."

Kelly helped Traynor to her feet, and the two of them followed behind the metallic woman as she led them to the door.

As she left, behind her Kelly could hear the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh, as Morgan began fucking Ash in earnest. "Yeah, take all that hard cock, bitch," she heard Morgan mutter. "Fuck, I love my bitch's tight little ass."

And just before the door to the security room shut behind them, Kelly heard Ash's moaning, repeated response. "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you..."
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