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Ashley Williams: Corruption	By : Masseffectfan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 23322 -:- 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 stepped into Harkin's apartment. Shepard was still gone, presumed dead after the destruction of the Normandy, an event Ashley herself had barely managed to escape, six months ago.
And yet, rumours abounded that Shepard herself had somehow survived what happened on the fateful night. The chief rumour spreader happended to be Harkin, ex-C-Sec and all around piece of scum. Ashley suspected Harkin didn't know a thing about Shepard's whereabouts, but the Commander and he had been involved in that scandal together...
"Well, well, well. What brings your sweet marine ass here, lady? Not that I'm not always glad to see a member of the Alliance. 'specially one so stacked as you." Harkin smiled, reclining back in a thick armchair. Ashley swallowed her pride, and the urge to hit the sleazy former detective.
"I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Ashley Williams. I was a member of Commander Shepard's crew before her disappearance." Ashley said, hands clasped behind her back, her outstanding chest proudly thrust out.
"And you want all the info I've got on her?" Harkin smirked, taking a sip of whiskey.
"That is correct, sir." Ashley said formally.
"Shit... All you Alliance bitches are exactly the same. So rigid, so professional. Your Shepard was the only one who was any different." Harkin said, a slight slur to his deep voice. "Did you know I had her blow me in the bathroom of Chora's Den?" He asked Ashley.
It hurt Ash to have to stand there and listen to Harkin dragging Shepard's name through the mud. The salt on the wound was that the things Harkin was telling her were certainly true.
"The feeling of her lips on my cock, Christ..." Harkin reminisced. "So, maybe I do know a little something something about what happened to that cocksucker." Harkin said, clearly having fun with Ashley's discomfort.
"Any information you can provide would be vital to helping the Alliance reclaim the Commander's body. Or to rescue her if she survived somehow." Ashley said, flat out pleading with her beautiful brown eyes.
"I'll tell you for a price." Harkin said.
"Anything." Ashley replied. The Alliance had given her a stipend of a few thousand credits to help with her search.
"Blow me." Harkin said plainly. Ashley's gorgeous eyes widened in shock.
"I'm sorry?" She asked, not having misheard him.
"You heard me." Harkin smirked "No sense in acting the prude. I know what you Alliance hellcats are like. You could say I have... personal experience." He smirked yet again. Ashley had to resist the urge to wipe that smug smile off his face with a right hook for what seemed the umpteenth time. Harkin had no right to say these things about her late Commander, and no right to ask these things of her!
"I'm leaving." Ashley turned, her white Phoenix armour gleaming as she made for the door.
"I can respect that. Sucks that you'll never know what happened to Shepard, though. It's a shame her grave'll be empty forever, provided she's actually dead and screwing vorcha in heaven." Harkin baited her. It worked. Ashley stopped at the door. She seemed to lose her proud military bearing as Harkin's words washed over her. She owed everything to Shepard. That woman had saved her life more times than she could count. If Ashley had the opportunity to do the same, no matter how degrading it would be, she could never live with herself if she'd turned down that chance.
"I... I'll do what you want." Ashley muttered, her eyes fixed on the floor of Harkin's pigsty of an apartment.
"Fuckin' wonderful. Now get over here. Daddy Harkin needs to get his dick sucked." Harkin opened his legs, revealing his tented trousers, his stiff cock causing his pants to ride up.
Ashley padded towards him on uneasy feet. I can do this, I can do this... Ashley repeated mentally, steeling herself for what was to come.
"Now, get on your knees, princess. I bet you know all about shit like this from serving with so many guys, huh?" Harkin jeered, as Ashley neared him and bent her knees. Williams kept silent. She didn't want him to know how right he was. Despite the regulations about fraternizing with fellow marines, Ashley had sucked a lot more than one dick during her time on Eden Prime.
Ashley yanked off her gauntlets, letting them fall to the floor with a dull clatter. Her hands crept towards Harkin's raging erection, sliding across his hot cock as her fingers tightened around his zipper, bringing it slowly down.
The beautiful, busty marine undid Harkin's belt, taking his trousers by the pockets and sliding them down around his ankles. His boxer shorts followed thereafter, letting Harkin's spear swing out, displaying his full, rather impressive length.
"Okay, lift the shaft." Harkin ordered her. Ashley obliged, wrapping her tanned hands around the head of his cock and lifting it. The ballsack rose slightly with it, attached at the root of Harkin's member.
"Now, if you ever wanna hear more about Shepard, kiss my balls." Harkin commanded, clearly getting off on abusing Ashley. Ashley blinked, her eyelashes fluttering. She squinted for a few seconds. She was not going to give this rat bastard the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Giving him the satisfaction of seeing her kiss his balls, however, was a different matter entirely.
Pursing her lips together, Ashley leaned her head in, planting a kiss on Harkin's right testicle. She gave it another peck, and another, until Harkin grabbed her bun and pulled her head back.
"I have two balls, princess. Get to work on the other one!" He sneered. Ashley could only thank God Harkin wasn't a krogan. Two balls were bad enough!
Ashley leaned to the right, bracing herself on Harkin's sturdy right leg. She kissed him on the left testicle, blushing profusely as she did so. Extending her tongue, she brought it across his ball, swirling it round in a circle to stimulate him. Ashley parted her lips, taking Harkin's testicle into her mouth on his command, sucking deeply on it.
"Christ, that's good, princess." Harkin groaned, looking down at the hot woman with her head and chest spread across his lap. Pushing her head back a touch, Harkin had her spit out his ball, before bringing the saliva coated sack down on Williams' face. He left it there, over her chin, mouth and nose, letting her shallow breath get him off. Taking her by the wrist, he brought her hand up, wrapped it around his cock and had Ashley stroke him off gently. Ashley's big brown eyes looked up at the dirty cop, wordlessly pleading to stop her humiliation. It would take way more than that for Harkin to stop, especially when he was teabagging an Alliance slut.
"That feels great." He told her, pressing his balls down even further on her face. Ashley was getting hotter and hotter, her deeply tanned skin blushing crimson.
Eventually, Harkin had "mercy" on her, lifting his rough sack from her face, still glistening with the marine's saliva. Ashley flopped down on to her hands and knees, struggling for breath. She kept her eyes screwed shut, imagining she was back on the Normandy, or visiting her Dad's grave. Anything was preferable to her reality, sucking balls in a dingy apartment for information.
"Ah, ah, ah." Harkin tutted. "Did I say we were done yet? You still haven't really blown me have you?" He asked. Ashley was silent for a few moments. She stared at the floor, bracing herself with a hand on each thigh as she kneeled before Harkin.
"Have you?" He asked, raising his voice.
"...No." Ashley said, her normally sultry voice bitter and quiet.
"Then get to it, soldier. Double-time!" He jeered mockingly, opening his legs for her.
Hating herself almost as much as she hated Harkin, Ashley took his long cock in one hand and bobbed her head, guiding the throbbing member into her mouth.
With her lips wrapped firmly around Harkin's member, Ashley applied every trick she knew, if only to get the pervert sitting in front of her off as quickly as possible. She stroked his shaft while sucking on the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the engorged tip, trying not to cringe at the slurping sound she could hear coming from her own mouth. She teased his piss slit with her tongue, the combined flavour of salt and flesh not the most unpleasant thing she'd ever experienced.
Using certain "non-curricular" techniques she'd acquired during boot camp, Ashley took inch after inch of Harkin's cock into her mouth, more than any other woman, human or asari, had ever done for the randy detective. With his long cock hilted in her throat, Ashley looked up, giving Harkin a slow stare. Most men would have been melted by her gaze, but Harkin was too wrapped up in his own pleasure.
Ashley pulled her head back, letting Harkin's stiff member flop out as she coughed and stole a few, well earned breaths.
"Damn, princess." Harkin said, his words coming out in ragged, pleasured gasps. "You've certainly got the stuff."
Ashley decided to get it over with, sliding her mouth once again onto Harkin's saliva-drenched member. The ex-cop was getting closer and closer now. Ashley could feel his cock pulse, taste the pre-cum as the salty material escaped down her throat.
Reaching down, Harkin grabbed Ashley by the ears, painfully pulled her off his cock, and ordered her to beat him off as he climaxed. Ashley obliged. Anything was better than blowing the older guy, and she had no choice anyway.
Harkin groaned deeply as he came. The first spurt of his seed struck Ashley's armour, high pressure jets of semen striking the top of her already gleaming white breastplate. Some even got on her pauldrons, seeping slowly onto the pink jumpsuit she wore her armour over.
Harkin's cock rose up, as if recoiling like a pistol. The second spurt of his come splashing against Ashley's jaw, her lips, and the very top of her chin.
Utterly spent, Harkin grabbed Ashley by the ears once more, pulling her head down onto his cock, having her clean it off with her tongue and swallow down the last traces of his come.
Pulling away as Harkin reclined, Ashley rose to her feet.
"There. I did what you wanted. Now tell me what you know about Shepard!" She said, her words barely making a dent in Harkin's demeanour. She had lost all authority with him the moment she had took his cock in her mouth.
"Sorry, sweetcheeks. My memory gets so fuzzy after I get my rocks off." Harkin smirked. Ashley growled in frustration, grabbing him by the shirt and balling her other hand into a fist.
"Hey, stop! If you hit me, the Alliance'll suspend you just as surely as those C-Sec pricks did to me." Harkin said, losing his cool just a bit.
"Tell me what I want to know, then!" Ashley said.
"Maybe if you... "try" again." Harkin chuckled.
"Look, please, I need your help. The Alliance has provided me with a few thousand credits, tell me what I want to know, and they're yours." Ashley pleaded.
"Oh, I'll take those too. But, princess, if you ever want to hear what I have to say, you'll walk right out that door, and come back tomorrow, braced for a little "heavy lifting"." Harkin said. Ashley bent to scoop up her gauntlets, pulled them back on and headed for the door. "You'd best wear something sexier than this armour, too." Harkin said.
"Why should I debase myself again?" Ashley said fiercely.
"Like I said, you'll do it if you care about Shepard. And... well, let's just say the Shadow Broker owes me a favour. He could easily ruin your career, princess. Now, get going. I'll... see you tomorrow." Harkin grinned.
Ashley wiped Harkin's semen from her jaw and left the apartment. Harkin would let her superiors point out the sperm on her armour that she'd missed.
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