The Sound of Music: Plagas orchestra

This story is written parody-style with sex version as Separate Ways, Resident Evil 4: Leon and Ada's adventures with the entire RE4 cast


Summary- Ashley begins to give in to the darker calling of her plaga, and Ada finds she can be victimized in new ways.

Pairings- Ashley/Ada; Yuri, femmslash

~CrimsonBelladonna

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Ada hadn’t realized that she had fallen into a light doze until she opened her eyes. The numbness of semi-unconsciousness was replaced by sharp pains all over her body, particularly between her legs. Sensing a presence near her, she instinctively sat up and scurried to the far corner of the bed, brown eyes wide with fear. “N-no…stay away!”

Not wanting to frighten her, Ashley remained seated. “It’s alright…I’m not going to hurt you.” Her words were soft, delicate. Offering the traumatized woman a warm smile, the blond gently reached over and caressed the bed sheets. “I think we’re safe here…I’m sorry I couldn’t find a more comfortable bed for you to rest on.”

The memory of the past few hours was vague, bleary. “Y-you saved me?” Still wary, Ada only let herself relax a slight bit. “Wait…where is Leon? Why are you wandering this place by yourself?”

Rising to her feet, Ashley stretched, her buxom breasts jiggling ever so slightly. “We were separated when I was captured. I managed to get away though…and then I found you.” Turning her innocent hazel eyes to Ada’s, Ashley sat back down, but this time, on the edge of the bed. “What happened to you? Did they inject you with the parasite as well?”

Although she didn’t want to disillusion the young girl, there was no possible way Ada could sugar coat getting raped twice in the matter of a few hours. Flinging her arms around Ashley, she began to brokenly sob out her story. Before she realized it, Ada found herself telling not only how Krauser, Salazar, and the Verdugos had raped her, but also the cruel way Wesker had been treating her lately. Ashley’s soft hands caressed Ada’s hair, twirling soothingly up and down her back. “A-and…when I told him what Krauser did to me, he didn’t believe me! He…he was so cold…”

“There there now. There’s nothing to worry about…I’ve got you now…” Through the entire retelling of her tragic night, Ashley’s plaga had been screaming shrilly. There was no way to control it now. Shoving Ada down onto the bed, Ashley leaned over and kissed her hard. Her tongue lightly traced Ada’s lips, forcibly parting them and snaking its way inside. The Asian’s eyes were wide with shock and disbelief, though she didn’t struggle. Thrumming happily inside her, the plaga began to demand more attention, more suffering from its new prey. Ashley lowered a hand and cupped Ada’s breasts, squeezes starting out soft but steadily getting harder.

With the deftness only another female could have, Ashley slipped her lithe hands around Ada’s neck and untied her dress. Shaking her head, Ada broke the kiss. “N-no…not you as well! Please Ashley…Please don’t hurt me again!”

A chilling, uncharacteristic laugh bubbled out from the girl’s mouth. “I don’t plan on hurting you! I’m trying to comfort you, silly woman.” Grabbing the ribbon around her neck, Ashley yanked it loose and slowly pulled it away. Pressing all her weight down onto Ada to keep her from struggling, not that it was needed, she quickly bound the Asian’s hands. Ashley gave another wicked chuckle, before standing up. Looking down into Ada’s terrified eyes, the blond shook her head. “Now now….Don’t be scared!” Slipping her fingers under her top, she removed the garment and tossed it over the chair. Running her hands over the swell of her breasts, Ashley moaned lightly.

Ada watched, mortified, as Leon’s ward began pinching her nipples. What exactly was wrong with her? Sure, college girls were supposed to be experimental, but tying her up and then pleasuring herself was a bit much. “A-Ashley wait…listen to me! It’s the parasite controlling you! You would never do this to me!”

Growling low, Ashley stopped caressing her erect nipples and put her hands on her hips. “I wish everyone would stop treating me like a child! I’m twenty years old and I’m old enough to make my own decisions! Daddy, Leon, you…everyone tries to run my life!” Jerking up her skirt, she looped her fingers around her white-cotton panties and jerked them down. Falling to her knees on top of her captive, Ashley pried open Ada’s mouth and shoved her moist panties in. “Now…shut up until I take those out! If you spit them out, I’m gonna make you sorry!”

Muffled, Ada couldn’t help but heed the girl’s warning. If the plaga was truly dictating her actions, she knew a punishment could be far more brutal than what Ashley actually had planned. Against her will, Ada found her tongue slowly probing for the crotch of the underwear. The President’s daughter had a sweet tasting pussy, and with each taste, the urge to suck that juice became too overpowering. Ada moaned quietly, and gently began to nurse the panties.

“That’s better…” Rather than get up, Ashley simply turned around. Moving the dress aside, she shook her head. “Tsk tsk….Just look at all this cum! You’re such a slut!” Ashley heaved a sigh of mock exasperation. “Looks like I’ll have to clean you up!” Tucking her hair behind her ear, Ashley spread Ada’s abused sex. Running her fingers teasingly around her clit, the blond giggled as she was rewarded with a muted moan. Craning her neck, she flickered her tongue over the top of the erect bud. The more Ada cried out, the more Ashley teased her. The Asian’s sex was becoming noticeably wetter as well. Neglecting her own sexual needs for now, Ashley concentrated solely on making Ada feel pleasure. She knew the woman was trying hard to deny that she was enjoying herself. Licking two of her fingers, Ashley slowly spiraled them into Ada’s willing hole. Ada whined loudly, the sound music to Ashley’s ears. Twisting and grinding her fingers, Ashley began pumping her at a steady pace. Capturing Ada’s clit between her lips, the blond gave it the bud a hard suck, at the same time spreading her fingers inside the pussy. Much to Ashley and her plaga’s delight, Ada gave a muffled shriek. Knowing she had just came excited Ashley even more. Lowering her face a bit more, the young woman licked out and teased the wet lips. The honeyed juice ignited her taste buds, and with a moan, Ashley began lapping at Ada’s sex.

Ada writhed in pleasure against her will. Unlike the others, Ashley seemed to care about her pleasure and feelings, at least to the slightest bit. Save for her tied hands and succulent gag, she didn’t feel very uncomfortable. No longer were her muffled moans and whimpers of shame, but of pleasure.

It was quickly becoming too much. Ashley could feel Ada’s pleasure, not matter how hard she tried to hide and deny it. That knowledge made her plaga screech for its pleasure. Sitting up and licking her lips and fingers, Ashley turned around. She could see Ada watching her intently, could feel the woman’s anxiousness at what was to come next. Smiling sweetly, the blond crawled up towards Ada’s head and plucked the panties from her mouth. The Asian immediately began panting for air, and Ashley laughed. “It’s my turn now!”

Ada opened her mouth to speak. Was she to protest? Beg for more, perhaps? She didn’t have time to contemplate what words she would have said. Ashley was straddling her face, the warm, moist pussy only an inch away from her mouth. She closed her eyes. “W-wait…untie my hands…please…I want to touch you.” The words tumbled out. Had she started licking that sweet honey pot, Ada doubted she would have stopped. Ashley giggled, and consented. Wrapping her arms around those soft, pale thighs, the captive Asian immediately buried her face in the steamy cunt. Her tongue darted out, furiously licking at Ashley’s hole. Ada could hear the girl moaning for more, but the words didn’t register. Instead she began nibbling softly on the outer folds of her lips, massaging each side with her tongue. Probing her way slowly inward, she lapped hungrily, vivaciously at the young woman’s center.

Bucking her hips slowly, Ashley carefully grinded her pussy more onto Ada’s tongue. “Oh…you seem to really like my pussy, my little slave.” She tittered, reached up to caress her buxom breasts. Pinching her nipples, she moaned loud. “More…I’m not going to let you stop until I’m tired!” The plaga within her agreed; it didn’t plan on releasing its sexual control on either woman until it was satisfied.

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Save for a light in the middle of the long table, darkness completely enshrouded the room. Several men gathered around the table, their faces hidden perfectly from one another. The Organization was built on secrecy; only the executives knew each other, and on that, it was a strictly professional relationship. A deep voiced man cleared his throat, leaning just a bit into the light. “People are starting to notice…”

“You think?” Squeaked another man, his fidgeting echoing in the room.

“Yes...she's becoming increasingly whinier.” The third executive stated matter-of-factly.

The first man nodded in the darkness. “It's annoying.”

“And it’s unprofessional,” replied the third man.

The second man shifted in his chair “Perhaps it’s just a plea for attention?”

“The real Ada Wong does like being in the spotlight...” The deep voice man who spoke first drummed his fingers against his temples.

Mister Three gave a bark of a laugh, completely devoid of humor. “Apparently, so does our clone. She, however, is making us look bad.”

“Indeed...she needs to be dealt with...”

Mister Squeak’s fidgeting increased. “But how? And what about the real Ada Wong? We’ve lost contact with the island base where she was being held!”

“That can be easily dealt with.” The third man snapped his fingers, bringing up viewing screen. Its pale light illuminated the room a bit, but none of the executives gathered at the table so much as glanced at the other. “We can destroy the island with these surface piercing missiles. Since the base is so secluded, there will be no witnesses.”

The television screen clicked off, once more throwing the room into darkness. The first executive cleared his throat. “Then everything is settled. I’m sure if Miss Wong has taken over the island, she has no doubt stumbled across the clone’s retina monitors. I hope she’s watching…Her final thoughts would be on how pathetic she is seen in the eyes of her precious Wesker…and in everyone else, as well.”

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Indeed, the real Ada Wong was watching. Her clone was getting raped by Ashley-fucking-Graham, the spoiled daughter of the American president. This girl had no training, very little back bone, and yet she managed to overcome her. The depths of how pathetic her clone could be knew no limits. Boredom had enveloped her as she swiveled around in the chair, staring blankly at the corpse of the guard before turning back to look at the screen. In all honesty, corpse watching was turning out to be far more interesting. At least they weren’t so pitiable.

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Krauser sprinted down the halls, eyes darting back and forth feverishly. She was nearby, he knew it. Ashley’s plaga was calling out, singing its erotic melody. From the first moment he heard the tune of lust, Krauser couldn’t stop himself from thinking about her. Something was different about her calling this time. In fact, he couldn’t place it as a calling…it was the way her plaga sung when he was fucking her. Krauser wouldn’t stand for it; whoever was fucking the girl was going to meet a very messy end.