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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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It had been an hour since they had been left in their cells to "rest." And unsurprisingly, none of them felt much like sleeping.

"You shouldn't be here, Ori," Miranda said, sitting on the side of her bed and staring out of the front of the cell.

"None of us should be here, Miri," Oriana responded, laying on her side on her own bed. "Cerberus should be dead and buried, and yet these crazy bastards..."

Miranda shook her head. "I don't mean like that. I've been thinking a lot about what Oleg said. Just before everything went to hell. He told me I was being selfish for forcing you to remain by my side. Accused me of holding you down so that I wouldn't feel like my life had lost its purpose. I thought he was crazy, but..."

Sitting up and spinning to face Miranda, Oriana reached a hand across to her. "Miri, you didn't force me to stay."

"No, but I didn't encourage you to leave, either," Miranda said, taking Oriana's hand and gently stroking it. "Don't think I didn't see it, Ori. The way you would always bring up potential field work opportunities for the university and wait for my reaction. How you would always chat with the supply ship pilots when they came by to visit." Glancing away from her sister, Miranda allowed herself a weak smile. "And yes, I knew about you and Elena Franklin."

"Miri, it's... wait. You did?" Oriana stared at her sister in shock. "All that time I was sneaking to her quarters and..."

Miranda was surprised to find herself laughing in the midst of all this. "Ori, please. You weren't exactly subtle. All those late night 'walks' you would take. Coming back sweating and smelling of sex. The only thing I didn't know right away was who it was you were visiting, but seeing the looks that you two would exchange in the mess hall made that pretty obvious."

"Can't sneak nothing past you, huh?" Oriana said, and soon found herself laughing along with her sister. "Wow, so all that time I had my sister's silent approval for shagging some former Cerberus operative ten years older than me and didn't even know it."

"Oh, now just a minute. Just because I knew didn't mean I approved," Miranda quickly corrected her. "But if I'd come out and told you to stop seeing her, it would only sent you deeper into her arms. And from what I knew about Miss Franklin, I was pretty sure that it was just going to be a fling that would burn itself out eventually." Staring down at Oriana's hand, Miranda quietly added. "And besides... you needed someone in your life besides me. Maybe Oleg was right after all. I should have done more to help you find a life for yourself. Away from me, away from the facility. Because if I had, you would be..." Her face contorted in sorrow, Miranda balled her other hand into a fist and pounded into her thigh.

"Hey. Listen to me, Miranda," Oriana said, her tone serious. "You didn't do anything wrong, okay? Yeah, I might have complained sometimes about being stuck at that facility with you, but you don't remember me ever pushing it all that hard, do you? If I had put my foot down and said, in no uncertain terms, that I wanted to leave... you would have hated it, but I don't think you would have stopped me. But I didn't, because the truth was that... I liked being there with you. After what happened at Sanctuary, with that nutcase with the sword and our bastard father, the thing that I remembered the most was the fear that I was going to lose you. That one of us was going to die, and that I'd never get a chance to get to know you. The sister I'd only learned I had less than a year before. Who'd sacrificed so much for my safety."

"But still... I should have tried harder," Miranda said. "Should have let you find your own path. You should have been anywhere but that facility when Cerberus came."

Oriana gripped her sister's hand a little bit tighter. "If somebody came to me a few months ago and told me everything that was going to happen... that if I stayed with you at the Restoration Initiative that the two of us would be abducted and used as sex toys by a bunch of crazy Cerberus loyalists... if somebody told me that and gave me the opportunity to leave before it happened... there would be no damn way I'd say yes. I'd rather be here by your side, suffering alongside you, than leave you to face this all by yourself. After all you've done for me... no torture they could perform on me would equal the torture I would feel at knowing you were dealing with all of this alone."

Leaning forward, Miranda wrapped her arms around Oriana's shoulders, and the two sisters quietly wept together.

"Wow, listen to that," Jack said quietly in the next cell, sitting cross-legged on her bed. "What a touching moment between Miranda and... the other Miranda. Two of them should get a room already," she muttered. Glancing over to the bed at the other side of the cell, Jack let out a heavy sigh. "How you doing, Madigan?"

Curled up into a ball, eyes distant and vacant, Jenny quietly replied. "I wanna go home."

"I know you do, kiddo," Jack said. "Believe me, if I had a one-way ticket out of this place, you'd be the first person I'd give it to. But I'm afraid we ain't got that luxury right now."

The red-headed teenager looked on the verge of crying for the hundredth time since this all started. Jack wished she knew what to say right now. She'd been through all this shit before herself. For as bad as it had all been, by the time Jack had been the same age as Jenny, she'd been torn apart and put back together, used as a cum-dumpster by anybody she couldn't manage to kill first, and was basically a complete and total wreck of a human being. Shit, if it hadn't been for Shepard coming along and giving her a chance at another path in life, Jack was pretty sure she'd either be dead right now or rotting away in some maximum security cell like the one on Purgatory. The thought of Jenny taking a similar path in life, assuming they even got out of this mess, gave Jack an ache in her chest that she couldn't remember ever feeling before.

"Hey, come here, kid," Jack finally said. "Sit over here next to me."

Slowly, Jenny unfolded her naked body. Jack kept her eyes focused on Jenny's face as her student slowly stood up and sat back down on the side of Jack's bed. Shifting herself to set next to Jenny, Jack wrapped an arm around her waist.

"So, yeah, shit's bad," Jack said. "And I ain't gonna pretend it's gonna improve any time soon. But I want you to remember one thing. Those bastards are going to do some fucked-up shit to you. They're gonna put you through tortures that you'll never forget as long as you live. But as long as you're still breathing, they haven't beaten you yet. In the end, it's as simple as that. You stay alive, no matter what else happens. I mean, shit, look at what I went through. All through my life I had people telling me that I was worthless. That I was only good as a test subject for their fucked-up experiments, or a pretty little thing for them to stick their cock into. Or a biotic tool to be used and discarded when the credits dried up. But after all of that, you know what happened?"

Looking over at Jack, Jenny shook her head.

"I kept breathing. I survived. And I never let any of those bastards win," Jack said. "I believe in you, Madigan. I know you're feeling like they're gonna break you, gonna drive you nuts or whatever. And hell, go ahead and go a little bit nuts if that's what gets you through this. But above all, you remember that as long as you're still breathing, they haven't beat you yet."

Jenny quietly repeated. "As long as I'm still breathing... they haven't beaten me yet."

"Damn straight," Jack said. "Those guys out there, they think you're some weak, helpless little girl, but you and I, we know the truth. There's a fucking thresher maw of biotic force hiding inside you, kid. Just waiting to be unleashed the second we get that collar off you. And if you hold tight and stick with me, then by the time this is all over we're going to show these fuckers just who they've been messing with. But until then, what do we remember?"

"As long as I'm still breathing," the two of them said in unison, "They haven't beaten me yet."

"Fuck yeah," Jack said. "Now, try and get some sleep. I know that shit is hard right now, but at least when you're sleeping, they can't fuck with you too badly."

Jenny glanced down at the floor. "Jack, could I... could you..." She looked up at Jack with wide, glistening eyes. "Could you... hold me? Just until I get to sleep."

Jack wanted to protest, knowing about Jenny's feelings towards her. But right about now, worrying about shit like that seemed like a lifetime ago. "Sure, kid," she quietly agreed. Laying down on the bed with her back against the wall, Jack opened her arms to allow Jenny to press her back into Jack's bare tits, the two of them moving in close on the small bed. Wrapping her arms around Jenny's waist, Jack quietly whispered to the frightened teenager.

"We're gonna make it out of this shit, kid," she assured Jenny, feeling the teenager trembling in her arms. "You, me, Shepard, those badass asari... fuck, even Miranda and her duplicate sister can chip in if they want. But all of us are gonna lay down a biotic storm on these fuckers the likes of which ain't been seen since the Reapers got their asses kicked out of the galaxy. I promise you it's gonna happen, kid. But until then..."

"As long as I'm still breathing, they haven't beaten me yet," Jenny quietly whispered. "As long as I'm still breathing, they haven't beaten me yet. As long as..." Jenny's voice trailed off, replaced a few minutes later by slow and steady breathing.

"Sweet dreams, kid," Jack said sadly. "I only hope I can back up all this bullshit I've been spewing before all this is over."

In the next cell, a purple fist slammed into a matching palm. "Pathetic human bastards," Aria snarled from her seat on the side of her bed. "Fuckers think they can shove a few cocks in me and then they've beaten me? They think I'll bend over and take it like those other humans? 'As long as I'm still breathing, they haven't beaten me yet'? Fuck that. How about 'Once they've all stopped breathing, then I'll have beaten them." Glancing over at Samara, cross-legged on the floor, Aria let out a disgusted sigh. "You're a real great cellmate, you know that? Just a wonderful conversationalist."

"I apologize if I don't join you in your murderous fantasies," Samara said, eyes opening from her meditations. "But until they can become more than fantasies, I'm afraid they serve very little purpose."

"Pathetic," Aria responded. "Notice they didn't have you trussed up like me during their line-up back in the Normandy. Thought you Justicars were supposed to be fighters, but I guess in the end you let those bastards take away your goddamn pride."

"My pride is nothing, Aria," Samara said. "And my resistance to them would accomplish nothing. Even if I were to successfully fight them off, they would only turn their vulgar intentions on another one of the captives. If I must suffer to spare them further indignities, than I will do so gladly."

Aria rolled her eyes. "How very noble of you. Ever given thought to the idea that if every last one of us fought back, than maybe we'd have a better chance of getting out of this?"

"We are greatly outnumbered," Samara calmly answered. "Our biotics are disabled by these collars, and we have no weapons. Even if all of us fought, the best result we could hope for is a suicidal last stand."

"So? Sounds like a good idea to me," Aria said. "Even if we can't beat 'em, doesn't mean we should just surrender like a bunch of whipped varren puppies. Make 'em regret ever laying a finger on us, that's what I say."

Samara arched an eyebrow. "As I said, Aria: a suicidal last stand would be the best possible outcome. More likely, though, our captors would simply subdue us, and take further action to ensure we didn't resist again." Samara rested a hand on her stomach, just above the blue folds of her pussy. "They only need this to entertain themselves, yes? They don't need for us to have our hands. Our feet. Our eyes or our teeth. There are many ways they could torture us, Aria. Ways much worse than raping us. If you'd seen the things I've seen in centuries of fighting injustice, you would be well aware of that."

Aria lay back on her bed with an annoyed grunt. "Believe me, Justicar. I've seen some things that would make even a dedicated 'defender of justice' go crazy at the sight. Hell, I've done some of those things in the past. But... yeah, guess you've got a point. Still doesn't mean I'm going to bend over and martyr my cunt to spare anyone else the indignities, though."

"That is your choice, Aria," Samara said. "Now, unless you had anything else to discuss, I would like to return to my meditations."

"Yeah, sure, fuck it," Aria said, staring at the ceiling of the cell. "Maybe you can teach me some of that stuff later. Unless those bastards cut off my legs so I can't cross 'em on the floor."

"If such an unfortunate event does not come to pass... I would be happy to teach you," Samara responded, before closing her eyes and resuming her silent recitation of the Justicar sutras.

In the last cell, Kasumi lay back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. In her mind, she pictured Jacob storming into the cell block, delivering manly punches to Bowers and all his perverted friends, and deactivating the forcefield just in time for Kasumi to jump into his arms.

Yeah, sure, Kasumi thought to herself with a trace of bitterness. And then Keiji comes in behind him and the two of them take you to a palace to feed you grapes and ravish you upon request. Keep dreaming, babe.

She had one trace of hope: the Morse code message she had seen in the AIU's eyes when they had been led off the Normandy. "WKD / TU" "Worked. Thank you." A short message, but it told Kasumi all she needed to know: EDI was in control of the AIU bot, and now would try to help Kasumi and the rest of them escape.

Or would she? The last time she had spoken to the reactivated AI, EDI seemed uncertain of which side to support. She had originally been programmed as a Cerberus AI, after all. Who was to say that she wouldn't go right back to serving her former masters now that most of her memories had been erased?

Kasumi felt a bit stupid about her suggestion to have EDI look up stuff about Joker. While she had considered it a good way for EDI to remember someone she cared about, and hopefully regain some of her compassion for humanity along the way, probably would have been smarter to just have her look up "Kasumi" to know that the two of them had served together in the past.

Well, regardless, she had to keep her hopes alive. Either EDI would retake the Normandy, and figure out some way to spring them, or Jacob would find a way to track them down.

God, Jacob. She knew that he had to be torturing himself right now. Sneaking on-board the Normandy had been Kasumi's idea, but the fact that Jacob allowed her to do it meant that he no doubt felt responsible for what happened. She wished there was some way to...

"Word of advice. When they take you... just go limp. Don't put up a fight, but make them work for it. Eventually they'll get bored and move on to someone else."

Kasumi jumped at the sudden voice. She turned to the bed opposite hers to see that her cellmate had finally acknowledged her existence, looking up from the book in her hands to stare at Kasumi with cold, unwavering eyes.

A few hours ago, when she had first been tossed into the cell, the dark-skinned asari had glanced up briefly from her reading, only to immediately look away and return to her studies. As Kasumi had laid on the bed and shivered in the slightly chilled air, the only sound in the cell had been the rubbing of paper as the asari turned pages.

Now that she was finally speaking, Kasumi took a closer look at the other woman. She was surprisingly well-built for an asari, her nude skin rippling with muscles and with several scars lining her dark blue skin. The asari studied Kasumi right back, and then finally spoke again. "You're different from the other ones. Normally they like their playthings a little more... curvy. No offense."

"There have been others?" Kasumi asked, spinning around to sit on the edge of her bed. "Before us?"

"Oh, yeah, plenty," the asari said. "Squealing little bimbos pleading with those dickheads out there for mercy. They tended to last a week or two before they'd been driven catatonic, or before the doc's experiments turned them into raving lunatics. After that... well, poof. 'Cept for me of course. Oh, no, Bowers would never get rid of me. I'm his favorite little plaything, after all. Should have shot the little prick the second he signed up with me."

"Signed up with... so, you knew Bowers before you were captured?" Kasumi asked.

The asari smirked. "They didn't tell you all about me? I'm shocked. Bowers usually loves to tell every cunt who comes through here how he defeated me." Finally putting aside her book, the asari turned to sit and face Kasumi. "Name's Delaana. Once I was the head of a band of mercs that included Bowers and his little fuck-boy posse. Then I took the worst job of my goddamn life and ended up here. Used to think being a fugitive Ardat-Yakshi sucked. Right about now a nice, quiet monastery sounds pretty good to me."

"How long have you been here?" Kasumi asked.

"How am I supposed to know?" Delaana said, annoyed. "They don't exactly let me have a calendar in here, you know. Shit, I had to spend the better part of a day throwing myself against the forcefield and threatening to fry myself alive to get them to finally bring me some of my poetry books. You just got here; what was the date last time you checked?"

Kasumi thought back. "Just before I got taken, it was October 22nd, 2189."

"You're kidding," Delaana said, and when Kasumi shook her head, the muscled asari leaned forward onto her legs. "Shit, it's been more than three years now. Fucking knew I should have never taken that job."

"What's this job you're talking about?" Kasumi asked.

Delaana sighed. "Like I said, I used to be the leader of a band of mercs. It was me, Bowers and his team of human fuckwits, a turian and a batarian. First got together working for the Shadow Broker, before that deal fell through and we were left scrounging for work. Ended up caught on Omega when Cerberus came through. Me, Solvitis and Grell got locked down in some shitty slum, while Bowers and the rest of them got to party with the rest of the humans in the non-alien areas. Shit, I thought things were bad then. Turned out I didn't know what bad was."

Raising up her arm, Delaana pointed a finger out of the forcefield. "That creepy doctor bastard, I used to know him as Hawkins. Cerberus had him on my team pretending to be some back-alley doctor doing mercenary work for credits. He bugged out on us back when we lost the Shadow Broker deal, but not long after Aria came back and kicked Cerberus off of Omega, he suddenly shows up again. Comes to Bowers and the boys and tells them about a massive haul. A Cerberus base, practically abandoned, through the Omega-4 relay. All we had to do was get a team together, take out what little security was still there, and help ourselves to whatever credits and salvage we could find. Now, right about now I'm thinking this shit sounds too good to be true. I'm ready to walk, but Bowers and his people are saying they're going to do it without me. And fuck if I'm going to let them walk away with profits I should be getting a cut of. So I say, 'Fine. Let's do it.' Worst mistake of my fucking life."

Delaana knocked on the wall of their cell. "So, the job is just like they say. Hell, it's even easier than all that. We took over this station without even firing a damn shot. All the people capable of fighting went off to help cover the Illusive Man's ass, leaving a bunch of eggheads who pissed themselves at the first sight of our weapons. So the station is ours, and I'm thinking, 'Alright, where the hell's the loot?' And that's around the time Bowers puts a rifle butt to the back of my head, and I wake up in this cell. And three years later... here we fucking are."

"God," Kasumi said. "So these past three years they've been..."

Delaana nodded. "Yeah, can't say it's been too much fun. I mean, to us asari three years is probably like a month is to you humans, but that hasn't made it any easier to bear. Wake up, get fucked, have some shitty meal, get fucked... like I said, it makes it a bit easier when you try to be as limp and boring as possible, but a hole's still a hole, and they'll end up using it one way or another."

Kasumi shuddered, the thought of being caught here for three years, or maybe more, filling her with horror.

"But hey, brighten up," Delaana said, giving Kasumi a forced smile. "You're in here with me, and like I said, you look different then the rest that have come through here. Unless I miss my guess, I'd say you've been in a firefight or two, Miss..."

"Goto," Kasumi responded. "Kasumi Goto."

Staring at Kasumi, Delaana's face lit up. "Holy shit. I've heard of you! Best thief in the galaxy, they called you." She gave Kasumi an odd look and smirked. "Always thought you'd be an asari, though. Well, regardless, this changes things considerably."

"It does?" Kasumi asked.

"You got the best possible cell, Miss Goto," Delaana said. Leaning forward, she whispered into Kasumi's ear. "Because with you backing me up now, I'm pretty sure I can get us all the fuck out of here."
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