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Hock's Captive	By : Masseffectfan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 19988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Hock's Captive
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Thanks Alexandra for inspiring me!

"Okay, Shepard. We need a sample of Hock's voice to open the lock. Good luck!" Kasumi said over the comm in her calm, measured voice. Jane Shepard, clad in a lowcut, revealing dress, made her way through Donovan Hock's fine art, scooting past his criminal patrons as she made her way to the man himself.

"Mr. Hock, you have an exquisite collection." Shepard said, looking at the priceless art Hock had hoarded.

"Ms. Gunn?" Hock said, turning around. "A pleasure to meet with you again." Hock took Shepard's slender hand in his, bent and planted a kiss on it. Shepard saw the faintest bulge in his well-tailored pants, could feel the phereomones. Hock wanted something from her, and it wasn't to borrow a few credits.

"This is only a small part of my collection." Hock bragged. Shepard made a show of adjusting her bra strap, hoping to make Hock distracted.

"You know, the most impressive pieces are in my private quarters." Hock said, with a charming grin. "I don't normally open those areas for guests, but I could make an exception for someone of your... importance."

Shepard was taken aback by Hock's forwardness. She fought to keep calm as her flustered mind brought up fantasies and memories.

"Shepard, you should go with him. We need more of his voice, and maybe you can scout out his room for DNA samples." Kasumi said in Shepard's ear, doing her best to keep quiet. Shepard nodded gently, trusting that Kasumi was watching. She always was.

"I would be honored, Mr. Hock." Shepard said, in her own melodic voice.

"Excellent." Hock smiled, before offering to link arms with her. They moved through the crowd, leaving the bustle of the party for the silence of Hock's bedchamber.

"Be careful, Shepard." Kasumi warned. "I can't get to Hock's bedroom this way without blowing my cover."

Shepard accepted the fact, as Hock led her into his room. It was a luxurious chamber, adorned with expensive art, and fine furniture. Hock moved to a bedside table, and poured them a glass of wine each.

"Drink." Hock urged, handing the Commander a generous glass. Shepard didn't really want to, it would slow her reflexes, but she had no choice. She brought the red wine to her lips, drinking in it's rich flavour as Hock did the same.

"So, about this piece of art..." Shepard began, attempting to get more of Hock's voice on the record.

Hock stared at her, his cold blue eyes piercing her, undressing the Commander and laying her bare on his bed.

"There's another piece I'd rather talk about, Ms. Gunn." Hock smirked, wrapping his hands around Shepard's hips.

"And what would that be?" Shepard said, trying her best to act aloof, though her heart was thundering in her chest as Hock pressed his chiseled body to her well-endowed frame.

"You." Hock said, matter-of-factly, before pinning Shepard to the bed and straddling her. Almost reflexively, Shepard brought her hands to Hock's chest, their lips met, and they shared a passionate kiss. Hock's tongue greedily wormed it's way into Shepard's mouth, wrestling hers aside, as if he craved dominance, even in kissing.

Shepard enjoyed the kiss, her hands scrabbling on Hock's back as she delighted in the warmth of his body. His tongue was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Everything regarding her mission was forced out of her mind as she imagined how that talented tongue would feel on other parts of her body.

Hock broke the kiss suddenly, looking at Shepard with a piercing, superior gaze. He was a man who always got what he wanted, and his Ms. "Gunn" would be no exception. Shepard squirmed with pleasure under his hands.

The Commander hiked her already scandalously short dress up around her hips, and reached down to move the sensous blue satin panties. Hock caught her hand as she did so, batting it aside and placing a hand on the pistol strapped to the inside of Shepard's thigh.

"Very naughty, Ms. Gunn. We don't allow weapons in my inner sanctum." Hock smirked, lifting the hand cannon up.

"It's for... protection." Shepard smiled, rubbing her soft hands on his clothed hips.

"Why, Ms. Gunn." Hock said, carelessly pulling the cylindrical heat sink out of the pistol, frying it. "You'll never need protection when you're with me." Hock cast the gun across the room, where it clattered to the floor. The crimelord placed his hand on Shepard's lingerie, tugging the panties down around her ankles. He took the heatsink and eased it up into Shepard's ass, using it as a makeshift sextoy. The commander was glad it hadn't been used. She didn't need a scalding hot piece of metal wedged up her firm rear end.

Hock, hungry to see more and more of Shepard's creamy flesh exposed, slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders, bringing the dress with it. He ordered Shepard to remove her bra, while he saw to her pussy.

The commander obliged, sliding her hands behind her back and struggling to unhook her bra strap. She had to stop and throw her head back as Hock plunged into her grotto, but quickly resumed her efforts, her hands jerking with the aftershocks of pleasure. Hock was certainly a brilliant lover, Shepard thought, as she moaned out his name. He was rich enough to have any woman he wanted, apparently even Shepard, so the commander assumed he had reams of practice.

Shepard started to lose herself, started to give into her inner slut in a way she hadn't since she'd let Officer Harkin get his paws on her about two years ago. The ex-Spectre slid her hands onto Hock's broad back, pushing his hunk of a body into hers. She pumped her hips against his as vigorously as she could, returning every single ounce of lust and desire Hock barraged her with. She could hear him groan, see the slightest sheen of sweat accumulating on both their bodies. She knew what he was building up to.

Shepard moaned yes, wrapping her shapely legs around his thighs, her feet still wearing the beautiful high heels she'd traded her frumpy combat boots for.

As Hock's cock began to pulse, faster and faster, inside of Shepard, he did something she did not expect. He freed his hips from hers, pulling out of her silky pussy. He grabbed a handful of Shepard's blonde hair, lifting her head up as he edged his cock closer to Shepard's chest.

Hock's penis exploded, spurting semen all over Shepard's tits and collarbone, thick ropes of it issuing forth from this perfect specimen of man. Some of the furthest flying stuff managed to hit Shepard's chin. As her mouth instinctively opened in shock, the tiniest drop made it onto her tongue, letting her experience the salty flavor of the cumshot.

Hock rose to his feet, while Shepard remained on her back, used and temporarily exhausted.

"Ms. Gunn, you disappoint me. I've bedded every woman I've invited to my parties. Not one of them have resisted me for longer than the first night. I had the feeling you would be different, that you would resist, but you surrendered to me as quick as any other woman." Hock stood over. He watched a globule of his own cum, slide down Shepard's chest and onto her dress, spreading out into a unsightly stain. "As such, You'll get what every woman who disappoints me gets." Hock smirked.

Shepard was still getting her breath back, and was unable to move as the first streak of piss came down on her. Hock urinated on her with a superior sneer, making sure he sprayed her hair, and soaked her minidress through to the bone. Most of his cum was washed off the commander's body in the yellow stream. Hock gave a small sigh as he felt his bladder relieve itself and then stopped pissing.

"I trust you understand your place in my world now, Ms. Gunn?" Hock laughed. "Now, suck my cock..."

Hock pulled Shepard up by her wrists, thrusting his dripping cock closer and closer to her wet face. Just had his penis head was about to brush against her lips, Shepard's comm went off, louder than usual.

"Commander? Shepard? I'm sensing you're not moving much. I assume Hock's left the room. Shall we take a look for DNA samples?" Kasumi said, unwittingly turning her partner in. Shepard's eyes bulged in shock. Hock quickly reached down and caught Shepard by the neck.

"Commander Shepard?" Hock said, a glint of surprise in his intelligent eyes. "And if you need a sample of my DNA, you must be trying to rob the vault. Then that means... Kasumi." His mind thundered to the conclusions. The mostly-hidden look of fear in Shepard's eye confirmed Kasumi's involvement.

Hock turned on his own comm, contacting the head of his security force.

"Lock down the main building. Kasumi Goto is in there." He switched his commset off after recieving an affirmative.

"Shit! They've locked the main building down, Shepard." Kasumi said, unaware that the commander already knew. "I'll try to stay hidden, but I don't think my cloak will-" There was a buzz of static in Shepard's comm, and then nothing.

"Oh dear." Hock smiled, chilling Shepard to the bone. She prayed Kasumi was alright. Shepard was certainly in no position to come to her rescue.

"Now, to deal with you..." Hock purred, like the cat that got the cream. Quick as a flash, he darted to his bedside table, dragging Jane by the throat the whole time. He pulled out a length of rope and expertly lashed Shepard's arms and legs to the bed posts. Hock had tortured enough people to know how to secure a victim. What he planned with Shepard wouldn't be the same as those situations, though. Not by a long shot...

With Shepard powerless, Hock turned on his omnitool. He sent out a camera drone, which began recording Shepard and himself.

"Now the real fun begins." Hock smiled, surveying Shepard's bare body.
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