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Ashley Williams: Corruption	By : Masseffectfan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 23323 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1: The First Cut
- 2-Chapter 2: Bound
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Ashley Williams sighed, curling up in the bed in the apartment the Alliance had provided for her on the Citadel. It had been almost an entire day since she had shuffled out of Harkin's apartment, and she was due to go back shortly. Deep down, Ashley didn't want to go anywhere near the detective again, let alone fuck him, but alas, she knew she had no choice.
Resolving to get ready before anything else, Ashley hauled herself out of bed. Stripping off her bedclothes, nothing more than a tattered grey t-shirt with the Alliance logo and a pair of black panties, Ashley walked naked across her apartment, entering the bathroom.
She must have showered for an hour when she got home last night, but Ashley still felt dirtier than she ever had. Turning the shower on, she stepped under the hot jet of water, hoping it would somehow absolve her this time. As she showered her already clean body, Ashley did her best to avoid thinking about Harkin at all. She couldn't though. He kept creeping into her mind. His abrasive manner, his demeaning sneer as he forced her to suck his cock.
A lesser woman would have already ran complaining to the Alliance brass, Ashley thought as she lathered soap onto her heaving breasts and toned stomach. Or perhaps a less pigheaded woman, she mused, raising her chest and letting the hot water remove the soap. Ashley finished washing a contemplative silence and strode back into her bedroom on her long legs.
Towelling off, Ashley hit a VI interface on her bedside table and activated the room's powerful hairdryer, built discreetly into the wall behind her. It was only a matter of seconds until her hair was clean and dry, the black tresses gleaming beautifully as the hung down her back. Coiling her long hair up around the back of her head, Ashley pinned it in place. With her hair in it's traditional bun hairstyle, Ashley felt a little less nervous.
Opening her bedside cabinet, Ashley pulled out her crucifix, dropping the discrete pendant over her head, letting the cross hang between her outstanding breasts. She felt ashamed to be wearing her crucifix, given what she would likely get up to with Harkin later, but there was no way in Hell she'd take it off out of fear of him. If she did, Harkin had already beaten her.
Heading to her dresser, she pulled a pair of panties and a bra out, slipping the comfortable black garments onto her body. She followed that by putting on her dress. Harkin had instructed her to dress slutty, and she was in no position to argue. Her tight black dress showed of a generous amout of breast, though the hem went about a half inch below her knees.
She applied a little make-up, before glancing at the clock. It was time to head to Harkin's, she thought with a nervous shudder. Applying the finishing touches to her mascara, Ashley left her apartment and sauntered down to the transport station, hailing an aircar taxi to bring her to Harkin.
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When Ashley arrived at Harkin's apartment, she found it deserted. The lights were off, and he didn't answer when she called on the intercom. Hitting the door's switch, Ashley found it unlocked. Entering the darkened apartment, Ashley clattered into Harkin's bedroom on her heels, looking for any trace of the former detective. His computer was still on, saturating a corner of Harkin's pigsty of a bedroom with it's light.
Ashley tiptoed towards it. Maybe whatever Harkin knew about Shepard was stored on there, she thought. As she was almost to the computer, a strong arm reached out, wrapped around her neck, and pulled her into the darkness.
"I like what I'm seeing..." a voice said. One of the mystery man's hands clamped down over Ashley's full, pretty lips, while the other crept down past her waistband, feeling her ass and crotch.
Both hands were off her for the briefest spell, before she felt cold metal around her wrists.
"Handcuffs. The one thing I kept from C-Sec"
"Harkin?!" Ashley said incredulously "What are you doing?"
"Whatever I want. You should have seen the look on your face." He chuckled "I thought you were gonna crap your panties."
Ashley said nothing, merely blushing as Harkin's strong fingers teased with the hem of her dress.
"I told you to wear something slutty. What's this crap, princess?" He asked, holding her close. Ashley didn't know what to say. The little black number was the only garment she owned that came close to slutty.
"We're gonna have to do something about this..." Harkin tutted. Behind her, Ashley heard the telltale sound of an omni-tool being activated, before feeling an intense heat near the bottom of her ass.
"What are you doing?!" She cried.
"Don't take that tone with me, slut." Harkin replied, as he carefully cut through Ashley's dress with his omni-tool. "Be a shame if I had to brand you."
Harkin turned her as he cut, slicing a new hemline for Ashley's dress. When he was done, a halo of fabric fell to Ashley's ankles. Rather than heading a little past her knees, Ashley's ruined dress now ended roughly at the thigh. The bottom of her panties and her buttocks visible. Barely a hint of flesh, but it was there.
"Much better, don't you agree?" Harkin guffawed.
"Would you please uncuff me?" Ashley asked.
"I asked you what you thought, woman." Harkin said flatly, his voice heavy with implied threat.
"I love it. It's much better." Ashley said in an attempt to pacify Harkin. Placing a hand on her back, the ex-cop pushed Ashley onto his bed, letting her lie there with her ass raised.
"Girl, I could watch you lie there all night..." Harkin mused, staring up the marine's skirt, getting a perfect view of her panties, as well as her ass and pussy. Reaching down, the cop roughly undid Ashley's bun, letting her black hair fall down around her shoulders. "But I like to think I'm a better host than that."
And just like that, Harkin was on Ashley. She could feel something hard pressing into her ass as the cop lay on her back, kissing her neck and shoulder.
"I'm gonna fuck you up like I did Shepard." Harkin whispered into Ashley's ear, his hands sliding down, across her back, past her still cuffed hands, to her ass. Briefly kneading each buttock through her panties, Harkin decided to begin his fun proper.
Tugging Ashley's panties down around her knees, Harkin fumbled with his own pants for a second, freeing his thick, stiff cock from the prison that was his trousers and boxers.
"I'm gonna enjoy this." Harkin sneered, his cock teasing Ashley's asshole "You'd better do the same."
Harkin plunged into Ashley's tight, mostly unused ass, eliciting a pained sigh from the marine and a guttural growl from the ex-detective.
"Oh, that's good, that's good..." Harkin muttered in a low, quick tone, spitting out the words into Ashley's ear as her anal passage gripped and squeezed his dick. Ashley flinched. She wanted nothing more than to recoil from the depraved man's touch, but knew that due to her handcuffs, and his superior weight pressing down on her, she would be completely at his mercy.
Harkin seemed to have realised this long before Ashley did.
Thrusting into her further, the detective closed the gap between their hot bodies, until their hips gently slapped together.
"You're mine now, princess..." Harkin grunted, hilting himself in her.
Ashley's eyes watered as Harkin withdrew, only to plunge back into her her with renewed force. She cried, partially from the humiliation Harkin was heaping upon her, and partially because of the pain Harkin stretching her out caused.
Harkin's rough hands moved to her cheeks, steadying himself on her head, Harkin hooked his index fingers into Ashley's mouth, stretching it open as he fucked her.
"That's it, Williams," Harkin grunted "take it! Take it up the ass like your grandpa did on Shanxi!" Harkin chuckled.
As soon as Harkin mentioned her grandfather, Ashley bucked against him. If her mouth was free, she would have fired curse after curse at the scumbag who was, at this very moment, fucking her tight buttocks. No one mentioned her family like that. No one. Ashley prayed that her handcuffs would break, allowing her to clock the smug son of a bitch. Sadly, her prayers were not answered.
After a few more minutes, Harkin was reaching his limits. Pulling Ashley up by the haunches, the dirty cop fucked her like they were a pair of wild animals, until he exploded, filling Ashley's colon with a truly massive load of cum.
Sated, if only momentarily, Harkin pulled out of Williams, letting his flaccid cock rest against one of her tanned buttocks.
"Let me go." Ashley muttered, barely audible over Harkin's deep, contented breathing. Some of the fight had gone out of her voice, like Harkin's load was draining her very spirit.
"Not quite yet, princess." Harkin said, heading to his desk and then returning. "Here, I thought this might pick you up."
Still on her stomach, Ashley could barely make out the red dust being raised to her nose. Before she had time to react, she had already inhaled a sizable portion.
Suddenly, the marine felt better. As if strength was flooding back into her, filling her up, warming her. Her mind was buzzing, a bizarre nexus of sensations, thoughts, hopes and memories.
As Harkin slipped his cock back into her ass, Ashley barely noticed...
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