The Reality of Eden Prime

Hello boys, I'm BAAAAAAAACK...

After a long hiatus from writing (nothing to do with the WGA writer's guild strike of course), I'm back in the mood for writing...probably because it's not too far from valentines day...ohhhhh score...

At the suggestion of Jubilee, I looked into the game Mass Effect and found my muse. So much so that I wrote the first chapter to the following fic in one day's time. I am so proud of myself.

This will be the first chapter of a four part fic depicting how Ashley came about her current posting on Eden Prime,and how she was able to survive the carnage that claimed everyone else there. I wrote this fic with the notion that it could conceivably be tied into the canon of Mass Effect lore without too much anachronism/contradictions.

What you as the player character can do with Ashley Williams in game is up to you, but if you go about it pretending that the events in my fic actually happened, I'm sure that your lives might be a tad bit more interesting (oh you sick bastards you...wait... I'm the sick on here...)

Beware, I do not own a Xbox360 (those of you keeping up with my work will know that I'm a PS3 user) much to my chagrin, as all my friends have been telling me to play Mass Effect...so everything here, including some intentional plagarism of game content, was taken from the online Mass Effects wikia (during my research for this fic.) for those parts of the story I claim no credit, as I was using them to lend credibility to my own creations. But everything else is all coming from my twisted and evil carnal imagination (alibi, I never, EVER treat my GF in any of the methods that I've portrayed in my fics.)...what, don't believe me? Here's a shocker, SHE READS MY FICS. She will actually be the first to do so from now on, before I post. She's a psych major tho, so I guess she must be doing a study on how a usually gentlemanly young man like myself (I'm too modest) could harbor so many dangerous thoughts about women.

That makes me wonder, tho, how many of my readers of female. I was under the illusion that only males frequented this site, but it appears there is a fair number of female members too (should've seen it coming, with all that access M/M flying about...) So I put out this question. If you do care to review, and you're a female, and of course if you don't mind revealing that fact, I would seriously like to know how many girls actually read my stuff and don't go..."ew..he's a sick bastard". Don't be silly, girls, Of course I'm a sick bastard. Then again, if you're frequenting this site, it's to be expected. My disclaimer? At least I treat girls respectfully in real life (again GF will attest to this).

On a side note, actually having a GF now and getting deflowered properly, yes, I admit, I've been writing these fics blind, with no actual hands on knowledge of female anatomy or what sex is actually like beyond Rosy and her five sisters (if you don't know what that is, you are in the serious need of an education). This led to some obviously flawed viewpoints in my previous fics (like Lara's regenerating hymen holding in cum inside her womb) which was pointed out to me four chapters into that fic, which had the unfortunate effect of killing my muse for that fic, since half of that story revolved around a in-womb swimming pool full of spunk. That story unfortunately might never get finished ever since someone dispelled that little trinket of mis-information for me...oh why oh why...

Mainly though, I'm starting to realized that most of my sex scenes aren't accurate portrayals of the real deed. It's a sad revelation that I've only started to cope with.

In the end, I don't really give a shit if there are some flaws in my stories pertaining to the sex. I write as I envision, and sometimes, I think my fics have better sex than real people do (admit it, most of you guys could never last half as long as my characters) So here's my ode to glamorous, sensationalized and pretty much batshit inaccurate sex, for the greater good that is AFF.

All right, now on with the story...premise, a few months before Ashley met Shepard...(in my haste to post, I might've made some grammar errors or other strange stuff. I think I've weeded most of the stuff out, but when you type a story with 7,400 words in just under five hours, you're bound to miss some stuff too) I will make minor corrections to this chapter if I deem it necessary in the future, but rest assured that the entire story will stay the same, since it's how I envisioned it.

Chapter one
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"Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams reporting to Sector Bravo Eight Base Division Six, Sir" the new comer briskly saluted her new commanding officer.

"At ease, soldier", came the slightly irate reply. The man behind the desk didn't even bother looking at Ashley. His attention was drawn elsewhere, to the screen in front of him. Ashley couldn't see what he was perusing, but she figured it had to be important. She waited patiently for him to make a more formal indoctrination of her duties on the base. The man, however, spent several more minutes casually flipping through pages on the screen.

When he realized that Ashley was still there, the man irritably said without a single glance, "you can go now." clearly not in the mood to elaborate.

"Sorry sir, but high command sent me here on training alert. I'm to get this new batch of recruits up and in fighting condition ASAP." Ashley insisted. In her eyes, this nonchalant commanding officer was already not worth the dough the government spent on him, regardless of the fact that the insignia on his uniform indicated that he ranked miles above her.

Now the officer was really mad. "Look, I said I'll... "He started to snap at her, when he suddenly stopped, finally bringing his eyes off the screen and up at her, and looked Ashley up and down.

"Excuse me for the holdup," he said quickly, and closed whatever he was doing on the computer screen. He pulled up Ashley's file, which until now he had ignored to check at all.

"Hmm....Ashley Williams...commendation for her bold assault technique in a field exercise simulating an attack on Turian point defense emplacements....effective tutelage of the less skilled members within training unit..." Ashley beamed with pride at the mention of her previous accomplishments.

"Only doing my job, sir..." Ashley began.

"...granddaughter of General Williams of the Shanxi Garrison." here, a brief moment of silence was cast across the room.

"...graduated with proficient..." the officer read on after a pause, and Ashley solemnly waited until he finished the rest of her file, which, while mostly positive, was already, yet again, overshadowed by her family history. 'Damnit', she thought, as she realized that her grandfather's sin will forever be remembered, and her personal file will make sure that she is forever linked to his tragic failure of Shanxi.

"There isn't much I can fill you in on, except around here, my word is law," the officer began, one of his hands drifting across his insignia, a pointless gesture to Ashley, but he intended to emphasis it anyways. "You've been briefed on the specifics of your duties. First troop review is due in four months, and I intend our new recruits to look their best." he added, eyes never leaving Ashley's face. While normal for a conversation between military personnel, there was something else in his expression, which Ashley, being all business as usual, failed to detect.

"I will personally oversee your progress with the troops here, the committee places the highest priority on troop quality, and I will be responsible for sending them the review when the time comes. First session is at 0700 tomorrow. You best get settled in, Williams. You have your work cut out for you. Dismissed" he finished his largely superfluous speech. Ashley saluted, turned about face, and exited the room.

Commander Sarkov stared at Ashley William's back intently as she left the room, then promptly closed her file, and resumed his previous task. As a flock of images sporting Asari Companions in various states of undress slid across his screen, he began to regain the hard-on that he had so wistfully lost when Ashley had ringed his office bell. In the back of his mind, however, he was already set on the fact that, without any uncertainty, he was going to get his hands on this Ashley Williams.

Ashley, alone in her bunk later that night, drew up her console screen and checked her mail...and found no new letters. It had been a few weeks since she last was in touch with her sister. She pulled up an old reply letter that she had sent shortly before her reassignment to this new job.

' Email records

From: Ashley Williams (ashley.m.williams@edenprime.mil.sa)
Sent: June 17, 2183 22:03 UT
To: Sarah Williams (randori-girl@ward37.amaterasu.civ.pub)
Subject: Re: Hey sis
James left today. He's been reassigned to one of the new Rapid Response Bases out in the Kepler Verge. Lucky bastard. It's like the ancient west out there – pirates and slavers coming out of the Terminus Systems all the time. He gets to play the cavalry, riding out in frigates any time someone's house gets burned down.
I made some speech about how he was a valuable asset to the squad and he better make us look good out there, blah blah. I suck at speeches. I was cribbing from something I read back in history class. I don't think anyone noticed.
I'm going to miss him. Don't tell anyone.
So you think James is cute, eh? Yeah, well, when you said I should "go for him" – not gonna happen, kiddo. See, we have rules about "fraternization." You don't do The Deed with your fellow troops, especially if they're under you in rank. There's all sorts of problems that can happen when two people in the same unit get together.
Let's say your unit is in a tight spot. Some bug-eyed aliens are going to overrun the galaxy. They eat babies, smell bad, and don't have elbows. Nasty. You're told to guard the rear. To let everyone else escape, someone is ordered "hold this spot until we're gone." Someone has to be left behind. You think it's going to be someone you're sleeping with?
I've served with these guys for eight months now. Yeah, some of them make me feel tingly (and yeah, James was kinda scruffy-cute). I hope I never have to decide who lives and who dies. But if I have to, my decision can't be muddled up by magic-sparkly-hearts-and-stars feelings.
Anyways, I'm gonna knock off here. I've got dog watch in a few hours. Want to get a shower and a meal before then. Talk at you tomorrow.
- Ash
This message originated from an Alliance military network. It has been censored at transmission source for security purposes. Any reply may be read by military authorities.
'

Ashley read over the email again, and let her mind wander. Yes, James was kinda cute, one of those rare times that a man was considered that qualified by the young but stringent Gunnery Chief. If she wasn't his commanding officer....hell, if she hadn't been part of the army at all...perhaps...

Ashley shut those thoughts out of her mind before she let her poise get out of hand. She was more pissed that this, like the other before, was a groundside garrison job. But her professionalism prevailed, and she intended to demonstrate her abilities to their fullest as long as she was here. She closed off the screen, made sure to set her alarm, and within a few minutes, was sound sleep.

Two months later...

"Dismissed," barked Ashley, sweat dripping from her brow and adding to the stain of her soaked exercise military tank top. The columns of recruits in front of her rapidly dissolved into a mob of sweating, cursing and generally disgruntled young men which gradually vacated the training field. Some of the more daring threw a few glances in her direction, which Ashley shot down in cold indifferent glares. 'Rookies' she thought. 'all of them'. This group was far from the idea recruits she could've asked for, but she trusted that time will alow her to pound the rough edges away with strict and unyielding efficiency. Full suited combat training was to begin soon, and Ashley was in a hurry to finally pull her suit out of the closet. It always felt good to be wearing that suit. It felt secure.

"Excellent work, Williams," came Sarkov's voice. Ashley suppressed a disgusted groan. The older man was going to start his routine again. She turned around and saluted him, eyes staring straight ahead.
"Just doing my job, sir, serving the greater good."
"Yes, yes indeed. Williams, I have a small task for you tonight, if you aren't terribly busy."
"No, sir, not at all, what is it that you ask of me."
"Good, I think we have not gotten to know each other well enough, and it is impacting the training effort. I think a little time to sit down and…sort things out would greatly improve our efficiency here."
"With all due respect, sir, I am confident with my performance. I don't really think it is necessary…"
"8 o'clock. I will expect you to report to my office. We will have dinner there and discuss what needs to be discussed. Oh, and Williams…wear something nice."
"…sir I…"
"That's an order, Williams."
"…Yes sir."
"Good." And with that, Sarkov turned and left Ashley standing there, unsure of what to do next.
To be certain, today Sarkov hadn't pulled his usual routine on her, a routine that he had been constantly trying to refine and modify for two whole months. Ever since Ashley started troop drills there, the man in his late thirties would catch any alone time with her to hit on her, hinting that he wanted a relationship. Every time, Ashley had professionally ignored his come on; because she felt that an affair with a ranking officer would be unprincipled and also because she was not attracted to the man, in the least.
'So he figures that I'm not taking the hints, and pulls rank on me…' Ashley thought. It looks like she was going to have to be blunt about this…

She rang in at the designated time, and was promptly ushered into Sarkov's office. He had had the place redecorated since she was last in there, and the place was rather cozy. A lush red carpet of a neo-Persian design covered the entire room. The walls had matching drapes of a deep scarlet, behind which the walls themselves were of a deeper mixed pattern of colors that perfectly complimented the rest of the set. All of this was lost on Ashley, however, as she had come prepared to deal with this infatuation her superior officer had for her.
The smell of food greeted Ashley, and her eyes found the source emanating from a richly carved wooden dining table, surrounded by dishes of luxury seldom seen on this planet, and never before in a military garrison.
“Please, do have a seat.” Sarkov said, his eyes set on Ashley, who had decided not to dress for the occasion, and as a result was still wearing her standard uniform. The older officer didn’t seem to mind at all, however.
“Sir, this is rather inappropriate for military protocol.” began Ashley, but Sarkov waved a hand to silence her.
“My word is law around here, and this few bits of basic amenities is not in the least wrong.” He gestured at the table. “Please, to sit, I think we have much to discuss.”
Ashley warily approached the table, and sat down, uneasy as Sarkov hovered over her, pouring her a glass of dark, red wine. She was still looking for an opening to tell the officer that this wasn’t going to end the way he wanted it to.
“It is a shame, I think, that a person should bear the sins of their fathers, I think you’ll understand what I mean.” He said, as he placed the glass in Ashley’s hand. “Please, do have some wine.”
Ashley was a little taken back by the obvious reference to her grandfather’s notorious surrender at Shanxi. She took a sip of the wine. It was good wine, but she was set on her goal for the night.
“Sir, that is old history…” she began.
“…I’ve read your files. They’re quite impressive. “said Sarkov, cutting her off. In truth, her files vastly out-shone his own academy and field records in every regard.
“Sir, I…”

“Unfortunately, as is often the case within any power structure, for one to accomplish something, serve the greater good, raw performance is often overlooked in favor of prejudices due to relations to other persons of importance, whether good or bad.” He carried on. Ashley didn’t like where this was going. It was picking at the festering wound in her heart that was the prejudices against her family name stemming from the singular failing of her grandfather. She was silent as Sarkov carried on.
“You could do humanity so much better, were you in a capacity to serve the greater good, yet despite your good records, they give you this lowly stint training…insects…the minions of the military….” Sarkov’s voice started to rise with his pretence of being incensed at Ashley’s predicament.
“Sir, I believe I can serve the greater good wherever they put me, “Ashley tried to defend the system. Deep down inside, however, Sarkov had hit a nerve. Indeed, she did wish to be of a greater impact upon society. There was no other road she’d prefer more to military service, yet old family wounds refuse to die, and she had been passed over for promotion to a bigger command every time. Almost angry with herself now, Ashley took a deep mouthful of red wine, not even realizing she was drinking it.
“But you could do, so, much, more, can’t you?” pressed Sarkov, immediately refilling her glass, even though it wasn’t yet empty.
“…yes…I suppose I could….” Ashley began. In reality, she couldn’t agree more. Sarkov’s coy fingers guided her wineglass to her lips yet again, and she drunk without hesitation.
“Now what you need, I dare say, is a link to the people with the say so’s.” Sarkov suggested, watching her empty the glass.
“Say so?” Ashley wondered out loud. She felt a little giddy. The wine was delicious; it felt almost a sin to drink more of it as Sarkov refilled her glass yet again. She didn’t have time to deliberate, however, as Sarkov made the decision for her, pushing the glass to her lips yet again.
“Influence, my dear Ashley,” Sarkov said, smiling deeply as he watched her down the glass. “Influence…that I…could give you…” he ended.
“…you…give…me…” Ashley pondered.
“Yes…I have the connections to send you off onto any space worthy commission that you could wish for. You could command a vessel…a ship of your own…even…a capital class…”
“…Me? Capital class starship…commander…” Ashley hiccupped loudly, giddy at the thought. She drank from her glass again, not even noticing Sarkov continually refilling it.
“Of course, nothing is free. But if you’re willing, I think the trade off would benefit you much more than what you’re giving in return for my influence.” Sarkov was now actively pushing the wine against Ashley, the bottle was almost empty, but Sarkov wasn’t too concerned. This should do the trick. He put the bottle down and brought his mouth down next to Ashley’s ear.
Ashley was lost in a day-dream of herself, dressed in full commander regalia, handing out brisk orders on the bridge of her own ship when she felt a hand slide across her lap to cup her waist.
“It’s a small price to pay,” Sarkov’s voice was floating to her head, “I’d almost say you’re getting the bargain of a lifetime here.”
“Commander…”Ashley began, struggling to her feet to face her commander. Even in her intoxicated state, she girl had spent enough time at the bars warding off would be suitors to recognize the signs, even in her stupor. Something was decidedly wrong about this, and she won’t stand for it.
Sarkov pulled Ashley close, his lips bearing down on her own. They met, and lingered, Ashley’s lips were so soft…it was almost a surprise that she had such soft lips. Sarkov deepened the kiss, his tongue probing at her mouth, trying to find her tongue. One hand rose up to grab a breast.
And abruptly, Sarkov doubled over in pain, both hands releasing Ashley and grabbing at his crotch, where she had kneed him.
“…Commander…this is sick…I might be prejudiced again…(hic)…but I will show them I’m not my grandfather….” Ashley shouted at him. She was still very much drunk, and probably would’ve succumbed to the laced alcohol had Sarkov waited for a while longer. But he had pushed just a little too fast, and years of self-defense in bars had gave Ashley enough subconscious determination to strike when unruly men went too far.
“..Bitch!” screamed Sarkov, still nursing his injury.
“Commander…my job here is (hic) strictly professional…if you (hic) ever try that again, I will report you (hic), Ashley said. With that, she stumbled out of the room, and straight for her own.
Entering her quarters, Ashley closed the door, locked it, and managed to haul herself to the bunk before the wine finally swung in, full force. She collapsed on the bunk, and slept a deep, dreamless sleep all the way until the next morning.

Sarkov meanwhile, completely sober, had a bruised ego to take care of. He paced his room, infuriated. Getting shot down like that...how dare she threaten him, HIM! Ohh that bitch was going to be sorry. He sat down at his computer, drew up his Asari porn collection, thought for a moment, closed them, then instead pulled up Ashley's file. He was an imaginative man, and as he undid his pants and started to rub himself off to her rather ordinary ID picture on screen, his mind was swimming with a plethora of ideas for payback.

A little back story…

Sarkov grew up the son of an important board member of the human High Command. His luxurious and economically sound childhood failed to do him any good, and as he became an avenue of bribery through which politicians and corrupt persons have used to gain influence on his father, Sarkov had a nearly unshakable illusion of self-importance, which boosted his innate perversions and dark habits. Having been kicked out of school after raping one of his classmates after she turned down a date, a case that was settled quietly out of court with his father's influence, Sarkov used the money his father gave him for grade A biotic implants (his father had hoped for the implants to pacify his twisted personality) to instead procure himself a better set of sex organs and the accompanying biotics implants to enhance sexual drive, which he wasted no time in testing out by hunting down and raping the same classmate again. This time however no trial was ever brought to bear, because the girl disappeared without a trace shortly afterwards, with nothing that linked her to Sarkov. Or at least the evidence was buried well enough that nothing ever surfaced.

Having failed to pacify his son, Sarkov Sr. sent him to boot camp as a last resort, hoping the military would straighten him out. He stripped his son of all of his family connections while the military gig was in motion, rendering him powerless against authorities, a frighteningly new experience for the pampered youth. He cried, he begged, he tried to commit suicide, but chickened out, so in the end, begged some more.
His cries went unheeded for the time being, so Sarkov had to endure. In the end, he seemed to straighten out, performed rather averagely, and served another five years in the navy after basic training was over. By the time he was twenty seven, Sarkov looked to be, in all cases, a changed man. Here, his father finally reconnected with him, having been pleased at his son’s radical turn about. He touched his bases of influences, and soon, the mediocre Sarkov Jr. was commanding a wing of the high command security fleet. It was a safe job, actual combat danger was low, but rank and esteem were high. For a time, life was good.

Too good, in fact; Devoid of the harsh subjugations of the academy, Thirty year old Sarkov Jr. quickly reverted to his former wanton behavior. Now, with his own sphere of influence, he could hide his immoral behavior from his father, and the number of disappearing young starlets and models in the core planet saw a surge to all time high numbers. Those that did survive, mainly the ones who submitted to Sarkov straight away, were given boosts in their careers, and soon, it became common knowledge among certain circles, that a female with average acting talent, or average talent in any of her field, could still aspire for fame and fortune as long as she managed to catch young Sarkov’s eye. This celebrity world dark secret became so proliferated at one point, that the disappearance rate actually saw a decline as more and more starlets willingly gave their bodies up to Sarkov, hoping to find a quick path through the entertainment world. This influx of free sex, for the time being, kept Sarkov from doing anything foolish.

Soon, however, he bit off more than he could chew. At age thirty-five, Sarkov made the rash decision to first attempting to flirt with, then drugging, and nearly succeeding in raping, the daughter of an Asari ambassador. The situation got out of hand, and in the end, while Jr. retained his rank, the aging Sarkov Sr. could no longer keep his son on the core planets without risking his own neck. In return for an all is forgiven compromise, Sarkov was stripped of his command, and given this modest garrison on this scarcely populated world, a place where he could vent his frustrations out by training new recruits, also a place where the only girls he had access with were paid call girls who gave in freely to his ravenous sexual appetite.
Sarkov never intended to stay on this backwater place. He wished to make a comeback, and for the last few years had been consolidating his various contacts within the core planets, such that he now, despite not being able to relocate himself back to his old nest, was still comfortably high up in the food chain. Enough to procure resources, and enough to wield influence within the military.

And on with our present story….

Sarkov never mentioned the incident again to Ashley, and for that she was glad. In fact, he steered entirely clear of her, which wasn't too difficult, as her own schedule was packed with vigorous training sessions, and all he had to do was stop showing up at the end of those sessions, and for the better part of two weeks, they never saw each other. Soon, full combat suit training commenced, something that never ceased to excite the young Gunnery Chief. She loved her suit. Loved it to the point of wearing it more often than was needed; only taking it off when the occasion demanded a different outfit.

Today's meal had a strangely pleasing quality about it. It was the standard military gruel, customized to be a smaller portion at Ashley's request, since she was keen about keeping in top form. Normally she didn't really care for the stuff, but somehow today's serving seemed different, and Ashley finished it with vigor. Ashley took the meal alone in her quarters, as always, after which she sent the tray to base disposal and turned to her console to log her daily report. Today had been at least somewhat productive. The new recruits had finally grown accustomed to the suits complex interfaces. Somehow, though, Ashley couldn't concentrate. She kept blinking away the random thoughts flashing across her mind, but for some reason, her mind began to wander, as if it was on autopilot. Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, Ashley was rather alarmed about her sudden loss of vigilance, but those thoughts too gradually faded away as darkness began to steal at the edges of her vision...

Ashley blinked. The light above her was piercingly bright, and she shut her eyes to block it out. The red haze from the light passing through her eyelids still hurt, and she began to move a hand to shield her eyes, before realizing, with a start, that her hands would not move. She snapped her eyes open, tried to take in the surroundings, but quickly shut them again when the light became too painful. She tried to move her limbs again, with little success. They weren't bound, she could tell that much, but they were strangely weak, and she couldn't muster any strength through them.

"It's a neuro-inhibitor, designed to take away conscious control, and it'll wear off in a few hours." came a man's voice. Ashley struggled to remember who that familiar voice belonged to, but no bells rang. She couldn't seem to get any sort of logical or coherent thought together. It just seemed like too much effort, and the bed she was on seemed so soft...Ashley dimly noted that her bunk didn't feel anywhere this comfortable.

"Let me describe what this little wonder drug does to the human body." The man said again. Her eyes being closed, Ashley couldn't visually identify him, and still couldn't pinpoint where she had heard his voice. But it was so good to hear a man’s voice, she thought. It brought a warm feeling to her body...especially her groin. Something about it just seemed...pleasant...

"It inhibits nearly all logical thought, similar to alcohol, but keeps the user completely aware of the environment. Also boosts all primal genetic instincts, things like the five senses...pain, pleasure, smell. Every feeling gets amplified." the man explained. At the word pleasure, Ashley could feel her cheeks flush...why...she still couldn't understand. As a small breeze brushed past her belly, her bra and underwear started to feel rather constraining, and her body was getting so hot...even though it was already so scantily clad...

"In fact, I could sit here all day, and make you cum just be talking," the dialog was getting sinister all of a sudden. Years of military training finally gave Ashley enough alertness to partially snap out of her drug induced reverie. She opened her eyes, and forced them to focus on the man in from of her. Even with her vision bleary and unable to focus, his facial features were unmistakable.

"Sarkov..."she muttered, her words slurred and poorly formed. Something tells her that she should be alarmed to find him standing over her, looking down with a unmistakably lusting stare, but her concentration was faltering again.

"Oooooh, I'm impressed, few people can even so much as think about forming words, and you can actually voice them." commented the corrupted commander. He reached down and caressed Ashley's face, the back of his hand sliding over one cheek. That hand found the neck soon after, slowly working its way to the valley between Ashley's chest. She felt her nipples stiffen almost painfully even before the hand had even reached the peak of her mounds to cup her breast through the fabric of her bra. Her groin felt hot...very hot...Ashley closed her eyes again, unable to keep them forced open against the light.

She heard the rustling of cloths...then felt the bed move as someone hastily climbed onto it...someone was bearing down on her, straddling her...hands on her chest...

"No..."she muttered..."don't"...and suddenly yelped as a tearing sound came to her ears, the rending of material, following by cold air washing over her breasts. Her nipples were now so tight that they were positively throbbing.

"Oh really, but your body seems to want it so much, Williams." Sarkov said, bending down to whisper next to Ashley's ear. He was rapidly losing his patience, but wanted to toy with her some more before he claimed his prize. His fingers tickled the underside of her breasts, encircling it like vultures, poised to dive onto the prey.

"...Sir...stop...I'm...going to...report...you...." Ashley started, before a hand suddenly clamped down on her weak mouth.

"You're going to report nothing of the sort," Said Sarkov, his voice with glee. He was naked, save for a pair of boxers, which housed a painful erection just yearning to be sated inside Ashley. He pressed his hardened lower regions against he own crotch, and despite the two layers of fabric separating their sex organs, Ashley moaned into the hand over her mouth as her back arched gently off of the bed, her groin erupting in a sudden fiery state of arousal simply from the pressure. That moan transitioned to a yelp as another hand, which had started to knead her breast, pinched the nipple on that mound viciously.

"I told you when you first came here, my word around her is law." Said Sarkov, his voice now rising, barely controlled. The masochistic tendencies were starting to rob him of any form of volume control. He was just as aroused as Ashley, and he wasn't even on the drug he gave her. Sarkov reached down, and yanked hard on Ashley's underpants, trying to rip them off in one fell stroke.

"Mmmmmpphhhffff!!!" Ashley uttered into the hand, her body now arching fully off of the linens, her limp hands twitching, fingers instinctively trying to close around the bed sheets as the underpants, which failed to break on Sarkov's first try, dug up into her crotch, wedging between her pussy lips and pressing against her clitoris. Sarkov jerked again, but instead hearing the sound of ripping clothes he instead felt the young women tremble viciously as she came, juices soaking through the underpants. The wet fabric withstood several more attempts at breaking it, and by the time Sarkov gave up, dismounted Ashley, and slid the pants down her legs, she had climaxed yet a second time.

In her euphoric haze, Ashley, still dimly aware that something was not right about her superior playing with her body, especially after he had tried to bribe her with a quick path to promotion in return for sexual favors, tried to pull herself together. But it was impossible. She tried to form more words of protest, tried to lift her limbs to defend her own body, but could only feel as her legs were pried apart, something stiff and unyielding pressed against her entrance. Sarkov used one hand to guide his member as he pushed it just past her deliciously tight lips, then reached up to wrap both arms around under Ashley's armpits to grab her shoulders, pulling their bodies tightly together.

"M’Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The Initial thrust blew away all coherent thoughts of resistance. Blew right past Ashley's military counter-torture training, past her never-before-used virgin passage, spearing straight through her hymen and burying itself right up against her cervix. Her body convulsed uncontrollably against the heavy body weighing it down as the explosion that was the orgasm overloaded her senses. Her limp hands actually tightened around a fistful of white linens involuntarily as her body fought to control the impossibly powerful waves of pleasure that washed over her. Her already tight canal clamped down hard and painfully on the intruding phallus, again and again, in so quick of a succession that it seemed caught up in a epileptic seizure of its own.

Had it not been for the drug, Ashley certainly would have blown her vocal cords screaming in wanton abandon. But her moans of pleasure, while loud and uninterrupted, were easily muffled as Sarkin brought a hand up to silence her. His room was soundproof, as per military building standards, but he didn't want anyone walking past the much less sound-containing door to pick up anything suspicious. Of course, at this time of the night, most of the Garrison were in their bunks, and Sarkov had diverted the patrol routes within the base to clear a path from his bedroom, which was linked to his office, and Ashley's room, which from the beginning had had assigned to be close to his room with every intention of closing the distance.

Beyond that, Sarkov had lost any other shred of self-restraint. There was nothing remotely romantic about his way of fucking Ashley, only pure animal lust as he pounded into her viciously and repeatedly. He could feel her chest heaving in labored breathing, pushing hard against his own chest as her back kept arching up from the sweat-stained sheets in the throes of orgasmic release. It was almost difficult for him to keep thrusting into her with her body quivering against it, so he didn't pull out of her too much with each thrust, only giving himself half the length of his cock before plunging it back inside her.

Sometime later...

The wet smacking of crotch against crotch had persisted for nearly two hours. Sarkov had taken a whole different kind of medicine, one that not only gave him multiple orgasms, but also extended his ability to hold back each orgasm for several minutes past it's normal due point, so that when he did explode, he saw stars and often felt like his very life force was being sucked away by the incredibly tight hole he was railing. Ashley meanwhile was expending her body's energy at an rapidly accelerating pace; while at first it only took a scant five minutes for each minute long orgasm to crash into her, that window rapidly diminished until now, her sore and exhausted body was a continuous convulsing mess, one orgasm beginning before the last one had ended. It didn't matter that she was beyond the point of exhaustion, beyond the point where her body should have been able to continue being fucked, beyond the point where her vagina should've dried up from expelling so much cum. But cum she did, and the room was already perforated with the thick odor of sex, and her pussy only kept shrinking, then releasing, then tightening up again, her juices mixed with Sarkov's multiple loads of cum spilling out of the point of insertion every time he slammed their pelvises together. Sarkov at this point was also drained, so he took advantage of Ashley's plight, and sank his cock to the hilt inside of her. As her snug channel gripped his member like a vice, contracting repeatedly, he laid, sprawled upon her, taking his hand off of her mouth and replacing it with his own mouth, drinking in the incoherent and breathless moans coming from her, slipping his tongue inside of her agape mouth to toy with her own rather slack tongue.

While Ashley's body was exhausting itself of energy, getting wrung dry by the protracted fucking, her mind however was becoming increasingly clear. Tears were flowing freely from her eyes as she felt herself climaxing yet again, milking her rapist to his next orgasm. She was racked with pain, every fiber in her body sore from prolonged sexual intercourse. Her hands, which had been clenched in fists against the linens for the past two hours, still had not come under her own control. She felt dirty, violated, and utterly humiliated, a feeling only compounded as she felt Sarkov's member within her pulse, shooting another load of warm fluid into her already soiled womb. His penis begin to slacken, but almost immediately stiffened again as her own orgasms worked him back up. She could feel Sarkov's slick tongue violating her own mouth, but had not the strength to force him out or bite down upon the invading appendage, so could only let her tears tell her woes as he did as he wished. With his hands, he fondled her breasts roughly, rolling the stiff beads that were her nipples around with his forefingers and thumbs. Now that he was letting her do all the work, he wanted to see if the drug he had laced her evening meal with had its full intended effect. He was not disappointed, and a minute later, he could feel wetness began to form at the tip of her nipples.

Ashley herself, was shocked as she felt a strange warm rushing sensation in both of her breasts. Sarkov's tongue pulled out of her, this time leaving her mouth uncovered, as her cries had grown too weak for him to worry about people hearing anything. She felt what could only be his mouth placed over one nipple, and began suckling it of the milk that was now being formed. His hand on the same breast continued to squeeze and manipulate it, working the breast as it produced the first of Ashley's breast milk. After a spell, Sarkov abandoned the other breast altogether, adding the hand that was drawing milk from that breast to join his mouth and the hand already milking Ashley's right breast. With both hands, he worked her roughly, hands squeezing her breast so tight it was as if he wanted to pop it like a balloon. The untended left breast, meanwhile, couldn't by itself expel enough of the milk that was rapidly building up inside it, and in ten minutes time, when Sarkov finally relinquished the right breast, the two mammary s were visibly different in size, the left one being swollen and with a little trail of milk pulsing out of its nub. The right one was starting to bruise already from the rough handling, but otherwise was returning to a normal size.

Sarkov pinched Ashley's left nipple together wickedly, drawing a strangled sob as he squeezed that breast with his other hand. He kept her nipple pinched together, preventing any milk from escaping, and made her suffer as he toyed with her body. Her ragged breathes were music to his ear as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her pussy contracting again and again around his dick. Sarkov knew he was at his limit, for this last and final orgasm seemed to take forever to arrive, as his tired member physically wanted to relax from a hard night's work but kept getting goaded back into attention by Ashley.'s body. In another ten minutes, Ashley's left breast looked to be bursting at the seems, her skin stretched taut over the milk producing innards. The man finally let go of her nipple, and watched as a stream of milk spurted out of the nub. He grabbed the breast with both hands, and started systematically working the flesh to get more milk out of Ashley. Sarkov didn't even drink this milk, only tried to get it to squirt as far as possible. He was a little disappointed by the results, as the milk stream didn't build much altitude before dying down, but he rubbed that milk all over Ashley's breasts and her face, covered a finger in it and stuck it into her mouth to give her a taste. His dick was still in the limbo between arousal and release, so Sarkov resumed pummeling Ashley, using deep, long and slow strokes now that her body wasn't quivering as much, and was more manageable.

The final jettison of cum finally came, and for a spent final shot, it was very volumous, and Sarkov groaned deeply as he pulsed again and again. Ashley could feel Sarkov pulling out of her now, exiting the pussy that he had marked with his seed with a soft squelch, She felt a trickle of warmth dribble from her tainted womanhood, and felt more warm fluid spattering across her belly and breasts as Sarkov had pulled out before he was done cumming, and was now shooting his last load all over Ashley. He rolled off of her and laid next to her for a spell, recuperating from the best fuck he had ever had in his life. She felt his weight transfer as he got out of bed, and heard him bustling around the room. She couldn't look at him, not after what just transpired; in truth, her mind was still in a state of shock.

Ashley felt his presence return to her, he was slipping some up her leg... it didn't feel like her own underwear...only two straps...a thong?...Something hard pressing against her battered crotch...no...wasn't Sarkov's penis, she had come to know his feel and girth all too well...something harder...colder...being pushed into her now...her body was getting hot again, must be the drug still working...it didn't matter...nothing mattered anymore...she was broken...only wished that it would end...please...let it end...

Sarkov fastened the dildo equipped thong around Ashley, watching her sweaty body, covered in both his cum and her own milk, start to react to its presence immediately. He took the remote to the thong and thumbed it to the lowest vibration setting, then put down the remote, picked up his camera, and started taking pictures of Ashley as she writhed in helpless pleasure, her back rising off of the bed while her head was thrown back against it, a classical erotic pose, except now it was caught on camera, which caught everything. The dildo inside Ashley, the cum leaking out from the edges of the thong which held the dildo in, the expression on her face which swam with both pain and pleasure, and the glistening sweat adorning every inch of her toned and well conditioned body, with splotches of cum and milk to top things off. Nearby, stationed next to the bed to capture all the action that had taken place from the side, was a three dimensional holo recorder, of the best make. The color fidelity of the recording would reproduce the events of this night anytime it was accessed, with such accuracy that it would only be one step away from actually reliving the experience.

Ashley felt herself being turned over...no...she thought, as the vibrating dildo inside her made her whimper in defeat. Not there...but she couldn't voice her objections, and could only gasp in more pain as her anal passage was taken by Sarkov, who pushed his member in from the side, to one side of the thong. As was the case with her pussy, he took no quarters, plowing her with the sole purpose of getting off. And get off he did, after twenty minutes of anally raping her. Her butt hole must've been torn...nerve damage...it was all inconsequential at this point to Ashley.

To stop the bleeding, Sarkov stuffed several sizable wads of paper towels into Ashley's rear. The thong she was now wearing had a mount directly over her butt hole which he now used to fasten a smaller dildo to. This one didn't vibrate, and Sarkov wrapped it well with more paper towels before letting it sliding into Ashley. He tightened the thong to keep both rods inside her, then retrieved her underwear and slipped them onto her too. He stood back and admired his handiwork, then reached down, patting her crotch, where the bigger vibrator was. He could feel that it was there, vibrating softly against his hand when he pressed down hard enough, but the thong was doing its job, and there was no visible bulge.

"Please...let me go..." Ashley begged.

"Go? You? Open your eyes, stupid cunt." Sarkov said, and he reached down, grabbed a fistful of Ashley's hair, and pulled her up off of the bed by it. She weakly opened her eyes, only to shut them again tiredly as she saw the holo recorder, and the screen behind Sarkov, which was now running a slide show of the pictures that he had just taken, of her body in various states of sexual repose.

"You will tell no one of this. You will do nothing out of the ordinary. You will do your job as high command has ordered. And you will also do exactly anything that I tell you to do now for the last few months. I gave you the option of coming to me on your own accord, but you tried to play all righteous with me. Well your career ain't going nowhere now. Don't ever try to get anywhere high again, or these pictures will be scattered throughout the interweb for anyone to see. Do I make myself clear?"

Ashley nodded, weakly...she had little choice. Sarkov, pleased with his sound plan, released her hair, letting her collapse back onto the bed. He thumbed off the vibrator and checked the clock; it had just struck 2am in the morning.

"Good, it's late now, and you have full-suited training in five hours. I will leave you in your training prep room and set an alarm for you in four hours. As I've said. Do your duties, and you will continue to serve in the army. Meanwhile, here's something to help you sleep. This little miracle of biotics will make your womb acidic enough to prevent impregnation. I'm sure you will enjoy its other effects once you wake up." He said. Ashley, unable to move much, felt a pin prick against her neck, and soon the void had taken her consciousness.


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