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Citadel: The Party	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 60772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The chair creaked as the clone reclined in his seat, his eyes never leaving Ashley's angry face. He didn't actually need to be here, but she was the only piece of ass onboard the Normandy he hadn't sampled yet. Might as well complete the set.

"Spectre Williams," he said, mock admiration in his voice, "who'd have thought that would ever happen? I mean, three years ago you got your entire squad killed on Eden Prime, and three years later you're only the second human Spectre. Talk about your meteoric climbs."

A deafening scream rang out from one of the other rooms, so loud it pierced through the thick walls separating each interrogation chamber. The clone craned his neck in the direction of the noise, savoring the agony in the air. "Sounds like Liara's having fun," he smirked.

Ashley remained silent, refusing to react to anything he said. The half-Caucasian/half-Hispanic soldier's eyes never so much as blinked as she maintained her glare, prompting the clone to step up his taunts.

"It's not like it's a mystery, we all know how it happened," he continued, "you were a political appointment. A mascot propped up to fool people into thinking the Alliance still matters. Did you actually think you could have made Spectre on your own merit? That the Alliance would nominate the granddaughter of humanity's very first galactic traitor?"

Ashley stiffened at the mention of her grandfather, the first visible reaction to her interrogator's words. General Williams was infamous within the ranks of the Alliance; going down in history as the first and only human military leader to surrender to an alien force after he'd allowed the Shanxi colony to fall under turian occupation decades earlier during the First Contact War.

"This is getting to be a pretty one-sided conversation," the clone remarked, pulling the washcloth out of Ashley's mouth. She coughed and took deep, heaving breaths, her enraged brown eyes never leaving his face.

"So, tell me," he asked, "when'd you figure out who I was?"

A few silent moments passed as Ashley tried to compose herself. "When I woke up here," she finally said, "The only people who could have tipped Cerberus off about that party were the people attending it, and I don't believe for a second that anyone who's served on the Normandy would betray us." Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared as she spat out the next sentence. "Unless one of us wasn't who he said he was."

"Clever," the fake Shepard admitted. "You've come a long way from that cringing, sniveling little Gunnery Sergeant trying to get herself killed on Virmire, haven't you? Maybe that's why the other Shepard let Alenko die instead of you. Maybe he saw the potential."

The color drained from Ashley's face. "Fuck you," she snarled, "you're not fit to be mentioned in the same sentence as Kaidan Alenko or John Shepard! You don't deserve the right to even say their names, you piece of shit!"

The clone's face contorted into an expression of mock shock. "Such unprofessional language!" he remarked. "But hey, all his other faults aside, the other Shepard did do humanity proud when he chased the Collectors into their lair and made sure they'd never target our people again. He was an alien-loving traitor, and I'm glad I got to splatter him all over the sidewalk; but still, you've gotta respect him for that thing with the Collectors." He reclined back again, the chair creaking as its front legs rose by a few inches. "But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Ash? Where were you when all of that was going down?"

She didn't answer. He knew she was ashamed of herself for not helping Shepard.

"Parked on Horizon," he answered. "Light-years away, patrolling some pissant colony while the real soldiers were risking their lives. And doing a shit job of it too. How many people did you lose to the Collectors when they came to Horizon, again? Half the colony?"

He strode over to the other side, sitting on the edge of the table right in front of Ashley's chair. "Weakness," he taunted, "runs in the Williams blood."

"My grandfather made a tough call to save Shanxi's colonists from getting bombed into dust," Ashley snapped, already regretting taking the bait, "You think you can say anything about him that I haven't already heard from the soldiers I served with? Go to hell."

Loud sobbing from the room next door penetrated the walls, dulled but unmistakable. "I think that's Miranda," the clone said, "and I think at this point she'd probably agree you're all in hell already."

He sighed and unzipped the front of his pants, letting his stiffening cock slip free and expand out into the air between them. Blood rushed into the engorging organ, swelling it to its full length, until it was just an inch away from Ashley's nose. "What the fuck ---" Ashley yelled, before the clone squeezed her lips together to silence her.

"I've had a very eventful time with you people, Ash. You wanna hear all about it?"

She didn't even try to reply; she was too busy eyeing the cock hovering in front of her face and trying to back away from it, but there was nowhere to go. "First there was Liara," the clone began, "man, she must have really had a thing for Shepard. I dropped, like, one hint, and she was all over my dick like there was no tomorrow. Then there was Miranda and Jack," he grinned. "I didn't have to drop any hints for those two. They act like they're so different from each other, but underneath the tattoos and jumpsuits, they're both just whores."

He could feel Ashley's hot breath blowing down on his fist, her nostrils fuming as she listened to him brag about his duplicitous conquests. He exhaled slowly and continued. "But here's where our story takes a dark turn. Tali was so drunk, she passed out while I was hauling her upstairs. So while I was fucking her up the ass, she barely even noticed what was happening. Kinda took some of the fun out of it, but hey, you make do with what you've got." Ashley's eyes lit up with anger, and the clone chuckled. "So then I steal a phone from her and call my Cerberus buddies. Kasumi, eavesdropping little bitch that she is, hears the whole thing and points a gun at my head." He lifted his hand away from Ashley's lips as he waved his arms around dramatically. "In my own apartment! The nerve of her!"

"Long story short," he went on, his lips curling into a cruel smile, "I beat her down and rape her till she sees stars. Most fun I had all evening, I can tell you that. Until Samara shows up and scares the living shit out of me. You will not believe what happens next. I tell Samara that her Code still makes her my bitch, and therefore she's obligated to suck my balls before I fuck her alien cunt. And she buys it. She actually agreed!" He leaned down until he was almost face to face with Ashley. "These are the morons you're working for, Ash. These fucking idiots make up the Council; they make all the laws, all the rules, all the terms and conditions that you want to enslave humanity with. And you think Cerberus are the bad guys?"

"You're insane ---" Ashley began, but the clone gripped his shaft by the base and slapped her across the face with his cock. "Speak when spoken to, slut."

"So here's what going to happen, Ash," he said, stroking her long hair away from her face, "I'm going to fuck you now. Whether you join in or not is entirely up to you. I'd like to think this is justice for the crimes of the Williams family, but I also really want to just complete the set."

"Stay away from me. I swear to God, I'll break that fucking thing off ---"

"Wrong answer, Lieutenant," the clone interjected, springing forward and wresting Ashley's jaws open with her bare hands. She screamed and spat and tried to shake her head free, but the clone forced her mouth open and jammed his cock down her throat.

Ashley's first instinct was to bite down, but the thick monster was already at the back of her throat, cutting off her air supply and provoking her gag reflex. Its sheer width forced her jaws wide apart, and it was all she could do just to snatch a few desperate gasps of breath. The clone clumped her hair together with one fist and pushed down, forcing her head down his shaft, until Ashley's nose was pressed against his abdomen. He held her down for thirty seconds, savoring the feeling of the Spectre choking on his dick.

Eventually, he slid his cock out of her mouth, holding it to the light as it glistened with a thick coating of her saliva. Ashley wheezed and coughed as she sucked in all the air she'd been denied; her eyes were red and watery, and her lips and mouth were covered in spit.

"EDI gave me an appetite for that," he told her. His next words came in a sharp whisper, his hands clutching the sides of her head. "Ready for more?"

"NO --," Ashley yelled, but the clone had already charged forward, filling her mouth up again with his cock, his sticky balls slapping against her chin and leaving wet impressions as they slipped off. He could feel his cock treating her uvula like a punching bag as he skullfucked her furiously, hammering his hips into her face as it grew wet with her tears and their combined sweat.

In his mind, he was striking a blow for humankind. On Shanxi, the Williams family had sent the message that humans could be subjugated, could be tamed, could be perceived as inferior; and because of that, they'd endured many indignities from the other races over the years. They'd had to fight for everything they had. And now, he wasn't just fucking Williams' granddaughter, he was making a statement for every human out there.

Ashley, naturally, didn't quite see it the same way. As her head swung back and forth each time the fake Shepard's cock reached down her throat, she sucked desperately for air, but the meager amount of oxygen she received was accompanied by her cheeks pressing inward like a vacuum, making her throat tighter for his pleasure. "Yeah, Williams. Put your back into it!" he yelled. She tried to take fewer breaths, but the monster filling out her throat was making her cough and gag, and the combination of her tightening throat and her humiliation pushed the clone over the edge.

He pulled her head close to his abs as he came inside her, firing thick, sticky ropes of semen down the back of her throat and straight down her gullet. Forced to swallow or choke, Ashley's throat convulsed as she tried to suck down as much seed as she could, but some of it leaked out of the sides of her mouth. The clone groaned out loud as the last few shots pulsed out of him, and before he was done, he pulled out of Ashley's mouth and splattered the last rope of cum across her face.

"I wish Grandpa Williams could see you now, Ash. I truly do."

Ashley shook her head like a dog emerging from water, trying to get rid of the thick, tangy cum that reclined on her nose and blurred the vision in her left eye. Her efforts were largely unsuccessful, and after giving up, she looked back at the clone, even more enraged than before. "Hope you had your fun, asshole. You know how this ends, don't you? The same way it always does. Cerberus loses. It's all you people ever do."

The evil Shepard chuckled. "Wow. You really think so, after all this? I applaud your fighting spirit, Lieutenant. And I'm going to enjoy beating it out of you." He walked behind Ashley's chair, resting his hands on the metal spine. "But I'll make it somewhat fairer."

He pulled out his knife and severed the bonds restraining Ashley's feet. "I'll cut you loose, Ash. And then we'll go mano-a-mano, and if you win, you can steal the key out of my pocket, leave my corpse rotting on the floor here, and take your chances outside. You game?" Ashley maintained her stony silence, but he could hear her breath slow and sharpen as she readied herself. "I'll take that as a yes."

Less than a second after he'd freed Ashley's arms, she lunged away from the chair, wheeled around and tried to drop him with a vicious kick to the throat, but he was prepared. Catching her ankle before her foot could reach his head, he thrust his arm forward, sending Ashley flying over the table to a hard landing on the other side. To her credit, she showed no sign of pain or backing down. She was on her feet again almost immediately, assuming the standard Alliance combat stance. "Boot camp really rubbed off on you, huh?" he remarked, tossing his blade to the corner of the room. Assuming a stance of his own, he prepared for the duel ahead. "Bring it, Williams."

Ashley kicked the table with as much force as she could muster, and it slid across the floor with surprising speed. As the clone stopped its momentum with both hands, she vaulted over the table and planted both feet on his chest, shoving him back into the wall behind him. While he lay stunned, Ashley darted to the corner of the room and snatched the knife off the floor. She turned around and charged at the clone, bringing the knife down on his crotch.

Or at least she would have, if he hadn't managed to scoot back just far enough for the blade to miss him by inches. The force of Ashley's thrust embedded the knife in the concrete floor, and as she tried to pull it loose, he released a tremendous kick that brought his foot crashing into her face, sending her reeling back as stars polluted her vision. From the stinging pain she could tell he'd broken her nose, and the agony was keeping her from organizing her thoughts to continue fighting.

The clone pulled himself to his feet, brushing dust off his pants as he surveyed Ashley groaning on the floor. "That's it?" he taunted. "The Williams family gives up quickly, don't they?"

Through her haze of pain and blood, Ashley could feel the fake Shepard rolling her onto her back as he lay down and pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the floor. She squirmed and moaned feebly, struggling to form words through the sharp pain resonating around her nose.

The clone clamped one hand across Ashley's mouth as his weight held her down, while the other hand fumbled with her pants, jerking them down until they were bunched around her knees, and then doing the same to her black panties. Ashley could feel his once-again erect cock brushing against her bare ass, his hot breath bearing down on the back of her neck as he prepared to claim his prize.

The muffled moans from her covered mouth grew louder as the clone entered her from behind, gently, almost tenderly, slipping his cock between her waiting folds. Slowly pushing forward until Ashley's vagina had molded itself around his cock, he held still for a while, allowing her to come to terms with the reality of her situation. Then he arched his back to retract a few inches out, before falling back down to ram into her again.

For long minutes, the only sounds in the room were his hips smacking against her buttocks as he took her from behind, and Ashley's short yelps everytime his cockhead punched against her womb. Her breasts were mashed against the floor, but the clone snaked a hand underneath her stomach, moving upward until he could just about manage to squeeze and pinch her left nipple. For the first time in her life, Ashley craved the pain, because the forced pleasure from her nipple and vaginal violation was driving away the agony of her broken nose.

There was a mechanical click, and the door swung open, the Illusive Man's blonde secretary standing at the door. "Commander, the Illusive Man wants to talk about -- oh!" she stopped mid-sentence, taken aback by the sight of the clone fucking Ashley on the floor.

The evil Shepard raised his head away from Ashley's neck, speaking to the secretary even as he continued fucking Ashley from behind, the interruption not slowing him down one bit. "Give us a minute, will you?"

The secretary blinked rapidly, cleared her throat and gathered herself. "Of course, Commander. I'll....wait outside until you're done here." The door swung shut again.

The fake Shepard began to increase his pace, driving harder and faster into Ashley's cunt, pushing her body along the floor. She moaned into his hand as the friction of her skin sliding against the concrete made the rape even more uncomfortable than it already was. Her top's zipper was starting to dig into her flesh as the clone's hips smacked against her ass harder and harder, leaving her cheeks red and sore, before he finally thrust inside one final time. She felt his body shudder and jerk against hers as his cock pulsed inside her, releasing a stream of new cum into her depths. She could feel it accumulating inside her, the warmth spreading across her thighs, and her shoulders slumped as despair claimed her.

Once he was done, the clone pulled out and wiped his sticky cock across her buttocks, slapping her ass one last time before leaving. Just before the door closed, he looked back at Ashley sprawled on the floor, raped and helpless. "At ease, Lieutenant," he smirked, "other officers may drop by to debrief you periodically." And with that final rejoinder, he was gone, leaving her with nothing but the clang of the door locking behind him to occupy her thoughts.

The Illusive Man's secretary was waiting outside, doing her best to maintain a stoic face. The clone was worried about what the Illusive Man would think of him risking Ashley's escape by cutting her bonds. "Listen," he told the secretary, "the boss doesn't need to know what happened back there."

She turned her face to meet his gaze as they walked back to the elevator. "I didn't see anything, sir," she replied. There was a brief pause before she spoke again. "My grandmother was killed on Shanxi."

He nodded slowly, and they reached a silent agreement not to say another word until they were back at the main lounge. Kai Leng met them there, having just concluded his own meeting with the Illusive Man. "We have a plan," he told the clone. "And we're ready to set it in motion."
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