Slaves of Cerberus

Ash shut her eyes tight, wishing the drug that this pervert had fed her would have at least numbed her body, and not just make her unable to move. But she was able to feel every last inch of the crewman's unimpressive length thrusting inside of her, his hot breath raggedly blowing in her face as he raped her. She wasn't sure how long it had been since he first entered the room, but it seemed like he had been at this for hours.



If there was one small comfort, at least he wasn't as ridiculously huge as Morgan. And didn't have the same bizarre fixation on Ash's asshole. It was a bit hard to look on the positive side, however, when she was on her back on the floor, helpless while this man fucked her.



"Damn, you don't know how long it's been since I've had some good pussy," the crewman lewdly moaned as he continued thrusting. "None of those freaky cyberdykes are gonna put out for a guy like me. And that pilot bitch Crooks? Too busy chatting with computers to spend some time with a real person."



Bad enough this asshole has to be added to the list of rapist fucks I'm going to disembowel after all this is over, The Real Ash snarled in her head. Wish he would at least shut the hell up while he does it.



"But this... oh, this is good. I'm gonna have to see if I can deliver your food again, the next time that Morgan goes out for... for..." the crewman trailed off, and his cock suddenly withdrew from Ash's cunt.



Opening her eyes, Ash saw the crewman standing up and turning on his omnitool. "Oh, no," he muttered. "Oh, fuck, no. I took too long..."



And that was when the door to the office slid open. Ash couldn't turn her head to look, but she had little doubt who was on the other side. From the terrified expression on the crewman's face, it was obvious.



"Hey, come on," he said, backing up a step with his hands held up in a placating gesture. "I didn't do anything to hurt her. Just played with her for a bit. Hey, she's just a useless little bitch, right? What..."



There was a bellowing cry of rage, and from where Ash was laying she saw a charging form dash into the crewman and grip him by the neck. Lifting him up in the air, his pants dangling around his ankles, Morgan screamed as she drove the man hard into the bulkhead.



"NOT... WITHOUT... MY... PERMISSION!" Morgan shrieked at the man as she slammed him repeatedly into the thick metal walls of the Normandy. The rapist crewman struggled for breath, and was about to open his mouth to speak when Morgan drove a hard fist into his face. There was a sick crunch, and blood spurted out from the man's already injured nose.



Morgan tossed him down to the floor, and Ash was able to summon enough energy to turn her neck and see the beaten crewman attempting to crawl away from the enraged Morgan. Standing over him, Morgan brought up a boot of her Phantom armor, and drove it down hard on the crewman's calf. A shriek of pain echoed across the office, along with the harsh crack of his bone splintering.



Grabbing the bruised and battered crewman by the back of his uniform, Morgan heaved his bleeding, half-naked form out of her office into the hall. "Get this piece of shit to the infirmary!" she cried out to several passing crewmembers. "I want him all healed up for when I kick his ass a second time!"



My hero, The Real Ash bitterly observed, as she watched several crewmen scamper to obey Morgan's orders.



Turning around and shutting her door, Morgan's anger quickly vanished. Letting out a gasp, she rushed to kneel down next to Ash. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" she frantically asked.



No worse than what you've already done to me, you sick freak, The Real Ash thought. The Fake Ash shook her head.



"I'm sorry," Morgan cried out, and Ash felt herself being picked up from the ground and wrapped in the somewhat painful embrace of Morgan's massive arms. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."



Morgan relaxed her crushing hug enough for Ash to pull back and realize that the muscular woman was... crying? "Uh... it's okay," she muttered, as the tough Cerberus enforcer blubbered and sobbed. Not that she cared about the feelings of this psychopath, but in the face of a sobbing woman like this, it came out almost by instinct.



"No, it's not okay," Morgan pounded a fist into her armored thigh, all while sniffling. "It's not! You're my bitch, and I'm supposed to protect you. If I let sick fucks like Crayman use my bitch without my permission... what kind of mistress am I?" Letting out a sobbing cry, Morgan embraced Ash again. "I'm going to do better, bitch. I promise you, I'll make sure nobody ever does something like that to you again. Not unless I'm in the room to watch. I'm going to keep you safe, okay? Do you trust me?"



Ash didn't know what to say. Mostly because she had no idea what her fate would be if Morgan decided she wasn't "worthy" to keep Ash as her personal plaything. But as Morgan pulled her away again and stared her in the eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, The Fake Ash took control.



"I trust you... Mistress," she said. "I trust you."



Morgan smiled through her tears. "I don't deserve you, you know?" she said, stroking Ash's cheek. "You're the most perfect little bitch I've ever had. Ooh, I know!" She jumped up to her feet excitedly. "I know what'll make my beautiful bitch feel better after what the mean man did to you."



Without the support of Morgan's arms, Ash almost tumbled to the floor. But the drug that Crayman had given her seemed to have worn off enough that she could keep herself upright, or at least sitting up on the floor. Although she almost wished she couldn't, after she saw what Morgan's idea of "comforting" her was.



Morgan had cast off the lower half of her armor, and had pulled out her erect, throbbing cock from her pants. "Here it is," Morgan cooed. "Here's my bitch's favorite thing in the world! It's gonna make you feel so much better. Go on, don't be shy. It's all for you."



Wondering if she might have been better off telling Morgan that she didn't trust her, Ash nonetheless strained her still-dopey muscles to move to a kneeling position in front of Morgan, and take her thick cock inside her mouth. As she sucked on the massive organ, she felt Morgan's hand stroking her head.



"There you go," Morgan said soothingly. "Everything's all better now. My beautiful little bitch is right back where she belongs. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful, cocksucking little bitch to call my own. You keep doing what you're doing, and I'll do my part as your mistress to keep you safe from now on. Nothing like that is ever going to happen again."



Yeah, not unless you get to watch and jerk off while it happens, The Real Ash muttered in her head.



The Fake Ash would have responded, but she was too busy being a wonderful, cocksucking bitch to offer much of a rebuttal.