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Ada and Ashley's Ass Assault

Summary:

Ada Wong and Ashley find themselves hypnotized while trying to escape from the castle, causing them to lose control of their bladder or bowels whenever a certain trigger word is spoken. Shenanigans ensue!

"Leon? Leon where are you?" Ashley said as she turned around wildly, nervously surveying her unfamiliar surroundings. The dank stones of the castle's exterior all blended together. She could hear the footsteps and the low chanting of cultists in the distance. It seemed to be getting nearer. Did they already know where she was? Her legs trembled, and a chill rushed through her body.

She felt a hand wrap around her arm. It wasn't Leon's, and that was enough to make her scream.

"Be quiet," a woman's voice commanded sternly. Ashley hushed herself immediately.

"Come with me."

Ashley was dragged by her arm, towards one of the castle's many large, wooden doors. She couldn't get a good look at the woman who was dragging her along with the darkness and her own fear clouding her vision, at least at first. As they got closer to the door, the light of the sconces illuminated the woman's face. She was definitely older than Ashley, probably around Leon's age. She had straight, shiny black hair, and appeared to be of Asian descent. She wore a bright crimson dress, and judging by the sound of her footsteps, she was wearing heals. She looked like she was dressed for a party, not a remote region of Spain filled with murderous cultists. It was certainly strange choice of attire in these circumstances, but she appeared to be well prepared, as Ashley caught a glimpse of the pistol strapped to her leg.

Still, she was uneasy with whoever this mysterious person was. She wasn't Leon, and that meant that Ashley had no way of knowing if she had her best interest at heart. At least she didn't look infected.

The woman pushed her through the doors, and into an empty, open, well lit room on the inside of the castle. Ashley had no idea what purpose this room could've possibly served. There wasn't much furniture or anything distinguishing about it really, just an ornate carpet that spread over the floor and statues in each of the room's four corners. It looked to be safe, as there wasn't a single cultist in sight.

"My name is Ada Wong," the woman said, releasing Ashley from her grip and pulling out her firearm. "I'm here to help you."

"Where's Leon?" Ashley said, causing Ada to sigh.

"I don't know. I need you to..."

"Take me to Leon!" Ashley said stubbornly.

"I already told you, I don't know where he is either."

"Well, find him! Otherwise I'm not moving from this spot."

Ada sighed. She hadn't taken Ashley's immaturity into account when she planned this operation. That was a fatal mistake.

"Listen, the only chance you have of getting out of here alive is by following me."

Ashley stopped just short of stamping her foot in rage. She sighed, and reluctantly tailed behind Ada as she walked to the end of the room. "There's a safehouse a few miles from here, but the only way to get to it is through this castle. I already know the way, but you need to be careful. This place is crawling with infected, and there are traps around every corner."

Ashley nodded. Ada's confidence was slightly reassuring, but Leon's presence would've been a whole lot more comforting than that.

Ada pushed open the door to the next room. This one was far less open than the previous, a narrow corridor with smaller versions of the statues from the last room lining its walls. The room was eerily silent, save for Ashley's own footsteps and the cautious clicking of Ada's heels. Ashley couldn't help but constantly look over her shoulder, either out of fear of a cultist stalking them, or hope that Leon would show up to rescue her.