Mansions of Lust - Resident Evil...

[darkstalker]

A commission i received, one where rebecca and jill take a tour of the mansion with a change to the residents. this story will still follow the sequence of events in the original resident evil and will still maintain a level of gore, just not towards the girls. hope you enjoy!

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She turns quickly, firing two shots behind her towards the dreary moans of the creatures. One bullet rips through the old fraying lab coat, barely nicking the shoulder while the other hits the creature squarely in the chest. Only... it does no good.
What used to be a man continues towards her with mouth agape, eyes staring out at her vacantly, arms extended towards her. The wound barely leaks a stream of blood, seeming more like a cut then a blow that should have dropped him flat.
So Rebecca runs.
She should never have allowed herself to be separated from Billy Cohen. He could watch her back, and more importantly, when she let him go, he was carrying the ammo. How could she have been so stupid?
Backtracking through the halls she’d made it to the lower level of the great Spencer Estate. Unfortunately, these lower halls are far more crowded with the walking undead then the upstairs. They reanimated by some unknown virus that returns its victims from death only to cannibalize the living. It would sound like some bad horror sitcom or crappy video game to her, that is, if she weren’t smack dab at the center of it.
With heart pounding wildly in her chest, she runs, her feet thumping hard and noisily against the floor, doing more to draw the attention of more undead then help her make the hasty retreat she longs for. Sweat makes the gun in her fingers slippery. It makes her shirt and pants stick to her skin, pressing her breasts against the itchy fabric, her nipples hard and erect from the fear. And sweat drips down her scalp, making her short brown hair stick to her face, getting in her eyes. As she’s thumping down the stairs she barely sees the zombie ahead of her making a plodding course up those very same stairs.
Without thinking, she points the gun and fires two shots. One going wild and biting into the floor board while the second blows out the zombie’s knee cap. This has a crippling effect, making the zombie topple... forward.
Rebecca screams as the zombie falls against her waist, the weight of its body dragging her down with it. A poor choice reaction and the gun she’s been carrying is lost as her hand opens instantly to a sharp pain at her wrist as it hits the stair edge. The guns spins and careens over the edge of the stairwell, landing below with a dull thump.
Rebecca cries out in disbelief, her hand extended towards her only means of survival, only feet away, but much too far for her to reach. She hears a tearing sound and shrieks, seeing as her heavily laden pants tear, the buckle having come loose with the zombie’s fall. In scrabbling for her it has managed to bring her pants down, baring her ample hips. The soft cream of her buttock rubs against the harsh splintered wooden floor.
“No!no.no.” Rebecca yells frantically, beating at the rotting scalp of the man before her, his head almost hairless, a piece of cranial bone having fallen away, revealing the soft meaty tissue of the brain beneath. And though Rebecca hammers away at him, it seems to pay her no mind, jerking at her legs spasmodically as it tries to reach her soft flesh.
Its head falls between her legs and Rebeccas screams as much from fear as from shame as the creature’s mouth falls on her hips. At only 18, she’s still a virgin, and the touch of it is as surprising as anything else, but its reaction is not. Teeth scrape against her crotch, pulling at the thin fabric as they snap shut. In a quick jerk her panties are ripped away, exposing her quivering labia to the monster. Oh gods, she thinks. It’s going to eat my crotch! It...
No sooner has it ripped the thin garment away then its head falls back at her hips, mouth opening. “AAAAiiiieeee!!!” she shrieks, pulling back suddenly. But the creature simply remains there, snorting, its fetid breath pushing against her crotch, tickling it. Slowly its long tongue comes out and runs over her labia, making Rebecca groan, her head thumping against the stair. She keeps her hands back, not daring to touch the creature, lest it bite her, the whole of her body shaking.
Her eyes snap open as she feels that exact thing happen. She turns, feeling the sharp pain as the creature holds the folds of her labia firmly between its teeth and she bites back on her lower lip, biting back her tears. Then the monster opens its mouth, letting the flesh snap back against her body, ripping a scream from her lips. The creature smacks its lips noisily and Rebecca slowly pushes a quivering hand down to her vagina, rubbing the pained flaps. She wonders if she’s already been infected? How long before the infection spreads and she becomes a walking dead like the creature before her?
It stares blankly, from gelatinous eyes, and blinks them slowly. It pushes itself up against her, inches from her face, teeth grit together. Lips open and a word passes those cracked lips. “Woman......”
It can talk? She thinks. Then maybe I can reason with it.
“P-please...” she says, her voice trembling. “Let me go.”
The creature cocks its head to the right, eyes seeming quizzical. Its lips part and the word comes with a pop. “No.”
“What? But...”
Her scalp is suddenly jerked back, a thick peeling piece of meat rushing towards her before she can think. The rotting member clogs her orifice, making it difficult to breathe as something snakes it way through her mouth. She has pushes roughly against the thing above her, seeing two hairy wrinkled sacks with peeling skin above her face. But try as she might, she can’t dislodge the thick phallus in her mouth. A rough hand grips her under the chin, pulling it back further so the long piece of flesh pushes in more forcibly, shoving it in at once down her gullet, making her cough, drool and spittle forming around the base of it.
Tears form at her eyes, running down her cheeks as she realizes what’s inside her mouth. It’s one of the creature’s penis. Forced down her throat so far she is deep throating it, the rotting flesh tasting as putrid as she’d imagined, the boils seeming to pop against her upper jaw, coating it with a sick excrement. The thing’s own ball sack rubs against the opening of her nose, making it difficult to breathe as she takes in the hairs through her nostrils with each breath she takes.
She can feel it, the thick penis stretching her delicate throat muscles, bulging at her neck, its hard member twitching and rubbing against her tonsils. She squeezes her eyes tight, wanting for all the world now to die. But this is so much worse.
Running through the mansion with all its horrors, watching friends fall before her, she thought she might die, eaten to death. The truth is much worse. She’s going to be fucked to death, helpless at the hands of these things.
To make matters worse, she feels something probing at the entrance of her vagina. Her eyes open, blurry with tears, widening suddenly as she sees what might be ... no... is beneath her. The other zombie had never left and now probes her vagina with its dick, holding it awkwardly as it holds her legs steady and pushes against her body. No! No! She thinks. She knows she’s going to die, but dear god, at least let her die a virgin!
Whatever god she is praying to either doesn’t care or has a sick sense of humor. The zombie pushes against her opening, its phallus making headway. Straddled between two monsters and the stairs she has little maneuverability and can only moan against the cock head against her mouth which is slowly pulling out. At least that’s over, she thinks.
She couldn’t be more wrong. As the phallus slides out of her mouth, the second pushes its way in, tearing her hips open slowly, her hymen resisting, her blood lubricating her dry hips. So concentrated is she on the fire down there that when the second jams its cock head down her throat it is sudden and unexpected.
She shrieks, thumping and thrashing wildly against the floor only to have the other zombie at her hips suddenly slam its way into her hips, tearing through the remains of her hymen in one blow. She gargles back on the penis in her mouth, almost passing out, the pain so unbearable suddenly. The zombie at her hips wiggles its own hips against her, grinding them, seeming to savor the sensation.
Rotten bastard, she thinks. The one at her face suddenly slams itself down against her and she coughs, slapping her hands frantically against the floor. Between both she feels herself skewered, in no doubts about the infection likely taking place already. But its her current state she is more worried about. As a zombie she doubts she’ll be overly worried about how she is.
Her hips start thumping against the floor, beating a rapid tempo as the monster above her begins to thrust against her, slapping against her hips as if he were a jackrabbit. The second begins to do the same, not worrying about wether she can breathe or if it will tear anything sensitive in her neck. It slams into her with the same wild abandon as its comrade.
Rebecca beats her hands against the floor, the shame of it along with the air seeming to escape her rapidly. The fire rips through both her ends like a blaze, her hips wet against the rotting creature, drool and vomit coating the one at her throat. It thrust her head from side to side, as if trying to find a better angle at which to skewer her, all the while continuing its assault on her face. The one at her hips after a short time begins to hammer into her with more force, bouncing her against the stairs savagely. A thump. Thump. Punctuating each blow with the accompanied slap. Slap.
The force of the assault becomes more savage as both near their breaking point and Rebecca can only squeeze her eyes shut, moaning in defeat, waiting for the inevitable. It is not long in coming. With one final thrust, the one at her hips shoves its member as far as it can, pushing painfully against her cervix while arching its back, its mouth agape as a pitiful moan escapes its lips. The hot thick seed fills her womb, burning away at her dignity and pride. It thrust a few more times, short quick jerks, emptying itself inside her fully before it pulls away from her without any cordiality. Her legs hit the floor with a hard clomp, the back of her knee banging against a stair edge on her left leg.
With the one at her hips gone, the second repositions himself, thrusting more deeply into her mouth. The spit and bile come up her lips in rivulets, coating her throat and chest in the slimy fluid as the creature thrust rapidly into her mouth. Taking a breath is nearly impossible as she seems to suck the hairs as it face fucks her. She lets her hands hang limply at her sides, letting the lack of air draw her back. At least nothingness can take her away from this.
She barely notices when her throat suddenly clogs up with semen. It isn’t until the creature pulls away suddenly that she finds herself coughing, spitting up mouthfuls of the rotting fluid from her mouth. She barely cares that it sprays another thick glob of the fluid over the right side of her face, coating her in the stuff. Only that she can breathe.
Satisfied, the creature lets her go. Her head hits the stair with a bang, but so exhausted is she that she barely utters a sound. She stays on the floor, limp, feeling her hips twitch, staring down blankly at the thick gobs of cum that dribble out of her hips, spread open so lewdly. She sputters, relieving herself of more of the cum clogging her throat. There is a deep groan at her right and she looks slowly towards it staring at the zombie who lays languidly at its side, its dick going flaccid, coated red in her blood.
Rebecca turns her head slowly, unable to stare long at the one who’d taken her virginity. So it is she does not notice until late the heavy monster coming up the stairs, each foot fall a heavy booming sound. She doesn’t notice until she hears the pained moan from the one to her right and hears the thumping of the stairs as something rolls down it, ending with a sickly crunch.
From her vision she only saw the zombie suddenly jerked up and thrown back, disappearing from view. But from the sound she guesses its head crunched on the way down. Good riddance, she thinks. Her pleasure is short lived though, as two fat meaty hands roughly jerk her legs open, spreading her hips to view. She only stares at the large beast, its thick gut hanging out over the lab coat, guts hanging out string like. The monster at its hips though, is not thin or stringy. It is thick with a round head, hanging erect against its legs.
She feels it instantly as the phallus rips through her sore hips and she manages a short scream, wincing as she accommodates herself to the pain. This one is larger and thicker then the previous one, and it tears at her sensitive organ, spreading it wide. She gasp again, waking from her trance, her mouth opening as the monster places himself to an angle to better fuck her.
She hears a slow steady dragging sound and this time turns her head, seeing a zombie accompanying the one who had been at her throat, the penis of this one already erect. She shakes her head in denial, the tears welling up as she feels the second thrust of the large one at her hips. The one above her kneels, grabbing a handful of hair, pulling her head towards its throbbing member. “No. No. No,” she whispers. “Not again.” Her head is slowly pulled towards the member, a half formed scream giving the creature access to her mouth, pushing the thick snake in and Rebecca can simply stare with doey eyes, wet with tears as it begins again...

[darkstalker]

She slips the dirty mask over the crying face of stone, hearing the rattle of the chains above her in the upper ceiling. Jill really can’t say why she’s doing this, looking up at the wooden coffin suspended in the air several feet above her. She cranes her neck, looking up towards it, her shoulder length brown hair sweaty even in the cool night. But after all the horrors she has had more then her share of exercise and stress, her furry beret holding more of that heat in, making sweat drip over her body, her breasts pressing hard against the cotton fabric of her uniform. Double D’s and stinging with the bite of the straps around her shoulder armor, but for the protection it offers she wouldn’t switch it out for the world. Especially when some of those rotting freaks tried to sneak up on her and bit into the wrong thing. She rubs her shoulder silently remembering that.
After Joseph had been taken down at their approach to the mansion, they’d been attacked by rotting dogs. The same ones who’d killed Joseph. Chris had jumped in to save her. A mistake. The dog had clamped down on his arm, wearing away at the meat and bone, another jumping at him from behind while he was distracted. Wesker had grabbed her arm, pulling her to run. She’d looked back only briefly, seeing Chris fall, the animal... thing.. wearing at his neck like an old rag. He’d been dead even back then.
The pitter patter of feet at their backs as she ran, growls and snapping jaws at their feet kept her moving despite her wanting to break down and cry right then and there. When they’d reached the mansion she’d gone off with Barry into the kitchen to cry. He’d consoled her for a few minutes before duty broke through turmoil. Wesker had put them to explore the mansion and that’s when the true horror had begun. Rotting death everywhere she looked. Putrid... zombies for the lack of a better word, and the carnivorous doberman who were falling to pieces. It’s all too much. And with each turn she’d find another friend from Bravo team being eaten. Ken Sullivan, Richard Aiken, Forest Spyer..... The place is a death trap and she wonders wether she’ll find anyone alive anymore... Now... with that chain falling away from the ceiling leaving only one, she wonders why she’s playing the games in this sick twisted hell hole...
She looks at the final mask with an evil glare on its face, rubbing it absently with her fingers. After all the horrors she’s faced does she really want to face another? But what choice does she have, if she wants to get out? If she wants to make those bastards who made this place, pay?
With the decision made, she places the mask on the stone face. Something immediately grips all four masks, the faces sliding back into the wall as some lever is pulled, and suddenly the stairway from which she entered closes, a thick iron gate rushing down, slamming into place and locking her inside.
But the chain reaction doesn’t seem to be done. She turns as she hears the clattering of the box, seeing the final chain within the coffin rattling out from inside the body, withdrawn into the wall, the wooden box slamming to the side and then dropping violently to the floor with a loud crash, the lid of the box falling away to the other side of the room, a wet slap hitting the pavement. “Oh shit,” she whispers.
The body is red and peeling, even more rotten then the corpses she’d seen in the mansion. She aims her gun at it, training it on the skull. For several tense minutes she holds her ground, legs spread out for better balance, gun before her. Blood pools at the body, but besides smelling horribly sick it doesn’t seem to be moving. Maybe it’s too rotten to pose a threat?
Relaxing, Jill lowers her gun and walks towards the gate. It seems fairly solid and as she grips the bars, she gives them a firm shake. The bars rattle noisily but otherwise hold their shape. Damn it. What....
There is a long hiss behind her and she turns, drawing her gun. What is before her makes her hesitate. The skinless thing looks even worse close up, only a single eyes almost popping moving in a socket, the skin nearly gone, looking like flaking chips on a red skull with falling lips. It is truly horrid, the bile coming to her lips already. She gags, but such hesitation is costly.
The creature grips both her shoulders in its bony hands and hurls her back against the wall with tremendous force. She hits with a crash, falling back on her shoulder. Her gun misfires, shooting at the ceiling and skitters away on the floor.
Jill lunges for it and finds her jaw hitting the hard floor with a crack as the crimson zombie grabs her leg and begins to pull her back. She feels herself dragged backwards, her large breasts scraping against the floor. She turns, kicking savagely at the creature. “No! Get away!”
This only serves to enrage the monster, who throws her leg aside and lunges at her, slamming against her body, pushing her arms down against her side. It roars, hot fetid gas blowing over Jill’s skin. “Nooooo...” she moans, turning away, the tears starting to form at her eyes. But as it nears her neck, jaws extended, it stops, turning slowly.
Jill feels its right hands squeeze the round orb of her breast and winces slightly. Its hand had fallen on her breast when it had lunged at her and now it just realizes that. Cocking its head, it stares, then squeezing more tightly, digging its claws into the soft material of her uniform and pulls, shredding the material as it does so. The cool air on her breast and nipple tells her how exposed she now is and she moans at that realization, her brows scrunching in fear.
The creature stares at her body and lowers gaping mouth towards her breast, letting out a long wheezing sound.
“No. No! No!” Jill yells, thrashing beneath the thing, but it does little good, its weight pinning her legs down while its arm holds both her wrist above her head. The creature lowers its head, snapping its teeth around her teat, making Jill groan and pulls slightly, letting it snap back in place before leaning down and suckling on her breast more. “Nooooo...” Jill cries, feeling the rotted teeth scrape at her pale flesh, pulling and jerking. She daren’t move lest the creature sink its teeth all the way. She breathes hard, waiting for the pain. It never comes. Instead is the pop as the creature’s mouth releases her breast, letting it jiggle, slimy guts slipping down it. She doesn’t want to think what they might be.
The creature leans towards her then, running its long tongue over her neck, making her shudder and then over her cheek. Nipping lightly. Each kiss leaves a sickly fluid on her body that makes her quiver until she feels her head being turned forcibly and suddenly the thing is pushing its rotting tongue between her lips, making her bile rise as that rotting chunk of flesh goes down between her lips. She kicks out with her legs, thrashing and screaming against it, unable to push it away.
After what seems an eternity the creature pulls away, holding her cheeks tight. She coughs spittle as best she can, the bile coming up over chin and running down her cheek and neck. She sobs, feeling the creature adjust itself. Something wet slaps against her cheek and she daren’t open her eyes to look. It’s the squeezing of her nostrils that makes her react, and she opens her mouth at the sudden lack of air only to that wet slime shove itself down her throat.
She gags on it, her breaths heaving as she feels the slimy thing pressing down in her throat, the base of the rotting hips shoved up against her face. She struggles, trying to draw in air, her nose still pinched as putrid flesh is pressed against her lips inside her mouth. Then it pulls away, only to shove itself in again with more brutal force.
Again and again, this action is repeated until Jill feels her eyes rolling up her head, the slimy member worming its way to the back of her throat, choking her. Again and again the monster’s hips ram her throat until all she knows is that painful sensation burning its way to the back of her neck.
So it is with some surprise that she finds herself released when she is about to pass out, turning herself over, coughing bile and spit, her chest wet with writhing white worms falling from between her lips. She stares wide eyed if her head wasn’t shoved against the floor by a bony foot, her pants tearing as fleshless digits rip them open strip by strip. Her panties are jerked away and she grits her teeth, knowing full well what this means. She’s had training against rape, but her body is still trying to adjust to breathing normally.
When the fish like member rams itself into her dry vagina, Jill cries into the floor, the tears running down her cheeks. Bony hands grip her hips, nails digging into the ample flesh, helping the thing shove itself into her. It slams into her roughly, three, four times, before starting to slow and then starting to go faster.
Jill’s eyes widen, white fluid still falling from parted lips as she feels that thing slam into her rear repeatedly. The tempo increases rapidly so the she can feel its hips jabbing at her with the bone. She yells into the floor, screaming as it pummels her rapidly, blow for blow. Somewhere during the fucking a hand finds a clump of her hair and pulls, jerking her head back, holding her body more rigid as the thing works her body. She grips its hand, staring out, seeing a figure coming down the stairs. Another zombie?
The tempo of the creature speeds up, its sounds coming in more thickly as it thrums against her body, a sick wet rhythm sounding against it followed by a few hard jerks. She feels the hot fluid pouring into her and screams, the tears running down her cheeks, the creature’s moan matching her voice in pitch. Then there is an explosion of sound, blood spraying against her cheeks, a fragment of bone scraping against her cheek.
She turns slowly, seeing the body teetering before it collapses on the floor, its member still hard, semen a sickly green color still spurting from the end. Jill stares, bile wanting to make its way up her throat. That’s inside her? That sickly fluid is inside her!
“Jill!” a familiar voice says as she hears the gate being rolled up, clattering but moving easily. “Are you all right?”
The large figure with burly muscles grips her shoulders. “Jill?”
“Give me the gun,” she says.
“What?”
“Give me the gun!” She doesn’t wait for the reply before jerking the heavy colt python from Barry’s grip and points it at the still hard penis of the rotting corpse, semen trickling over the head. She pulls the trigger, firing, the slimy serpent blowing apart in a shower.
“Jill?” says Barry, his hand resting on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”
She looks into his warm eyes, his face creased in worry and feels her last reserves break. She grips his vest and begins to scream, letting all the tears flow from her eyes, letting the horror escape her, and Barry for his part runs his hand through her hair, patting her back, whispering that “it’ll be alright.” But how can it, when that thing has already violated her! How can it?

[darkstalker]

Rebecca wakens slowly, her head throbbing. Her jaws feel sore, as if stretched wide, the thick taste of rotting semen thick in her mouth. She tries to rotate her jaw to restore some feeling there and is shocked to realize she can’t. Something is between her teeth, forcing them apart. She shakes her head, finding that whatever is inside her mouth is lodged there and won’t come out.
She tries to move her arms and finds they can only move a very short bit, her arms stretched before her, clanking with each movement by something holding her down when she tries to jerk them up. Some kind of pad is pressed tightly against her chest and against her legs, spreading them wide. Try as she might, they can only move a very small bit. They too are restrained to chains on the ground.
She moans piteously, feeling a cold gust of wind run up her back, running up the length of her shirt and vest. A cold sweat runs down her body and she shivers. The cold is sweeping over her legs, a cold liquid leaking from between them.
She jerks her chains more. This isn’t how she was and no zombie would do this. Someone did this to her? But why? She strains against the bonds, pulling the chains taught, arching her back, trying hopelessly to dislodge the links to no avail. She leans herself back down, letting her body rest on the uneven horse. What kind of sick fuck would do this, she thinks. Why?
There is a low growl behind her, her eyes widening suddenly at the sound. A wet nose presses itself against her hind quarters and a shiver runs up her spine. What now? She thinks.
The tongue laps hesitantly at her privates making her body stiffen all the more, her eyes widening. Oh no, she thinks, now remembering the cold fluid dripping from her hind quarters. What is that stuff? It can’t be....
The animal behind her grunts and lifts itself up, straddling her, laying its heavy torso on top of her while it adjust its body to put its penis inside her vagina. “Nooooppphhhff!” she shrieks behind the gag, struggling against the binds. The animal growls, lowering its head to within eyesight.
Her heart stills. The animal on top of her is not normal. She’d thought it was a dog, but most of the lower jaw is missing the flesh along its left side and the drool is mixed in with a hefty amount of blood and bile. She turns her head slowly, shaking. More zombies. But this one... is different.
She feels the first thrust hit violently against her cervix and groans at the blow, gritting her teeth and clenching her hands into tight balls, the nails biting into her palms. She can’t make too much noise or this will go far worse.
Unfortunately the mongrel at her back doesn’t have her inhibitions. It thrust a second time with even greater force, making her squirm, tears streaming down her eyes as she arches her back. That blow felt like it slammed into her cervix and the third blow hits almost as hard. She barely has time to adjust herself to the pain before the mutt is jack hammering into her pussy with brutal force.
Her resolve quickly fades as the animal pounds at her sensitive organ, just barely broken in not a few hours ago by the zombies. Though she wonders how she got into this situation initially, that thought is quickly overridden by the horrid fire ripping through her system right now as the beast on top of her ruts, its short talons scraping against her back while its sizeable weight squashes down her tummy, making her feel as if she will puke. All the while it ruts her savagely, pounding away at her hips wetly.
Her body jars against the contraption holding her, banging loudly, the animal’s grunts nearly against her ear, wet saliva dripping down her ear. She finds her own voice, unable to bear the pain, and grunts with each thrust, spittle flying from between her clenched teeth, her head thrown forward with each blow. It isn’t long between the crushing of her stomach and the force of the attacks that she soon finds herself vomiting. But with nowhere to go the bile comes out through her nose and out the sides of her gag, forcing her to swallow her own bitter taste amidst the assault. It taste hot and salty and burns her throat, but she has no choice but to swallow it and try to hold it down.
The machine jangles with the thrust of the animal and after several minutes of fucking Rebecca starts feeling a thick layer of sweat dripping down her forehead, down her shoulders and between her crushed breasts, the hairs on the creature’s belly itching against her rear and back. Blood drips from the cracks made by her nails against her palms and she feels its warmth dripping from her still newly torn hymen. She wonders how long this will last when the animal roars and slams one final time into her hips, its hot seed filling her insides. She screams behind her gag as the hot liquid scalds her thighs, squeezing her eyes shut, biting back the tears.
It is over soon enough, the animal panting on top of her with its final thrust. She lets her head droop, the sweat stinging her eyes. It’s over, she thinks. Finally.
There is a low and loud growl above her and her heart skips a beat. Now that it has fed its sexual urges the virus must be taking over its systems, she thinks. She shivers, waiting for the first bite against her neck, the teeth clamping down to tear away at the soft flesh of her nape.
Instead she hears a loud explosion, a yelp and squishing sound as blood sprays about the yard, the dog’s heavy weight suddenly falling away from her. Boots run heavily, clapping against the ground. Rebecca holds up her head, relief flooding through her.
The blonde hair and blue uniform, dark shades always on his hard chiseled face even at night give him away. It can only be Captain Wesker. “C’pn...” she moans behind her gag.
He passes by her and kneels down, pulling the collar up over the torn neck of the now headless doberman. There is a click and something pops out from the collar. It sparkles in the moonlight and with a click, a long shaft pops out from the head. A key! The dog had a key in its collar.
“Good work soldier,” says Wesker. “I need this key for opening some of the rooms in the mansion.”
“You’lg leg me gao?” she asks in a garbled state, looking up at him helplessly. He smiles, a crooked twist of his lips.
His hands quickly unzip his trousers, his long white meat popping out, already hard. He strokes it briefly, the precum already dribbling on the end. Her eyes go wide at the sight of it, a shiver running down her spine.
“Not quite soldier. There’s still one more duty you have to perform. Do you know what that is?”
The tears dribble down her cheeks. So he’s the one who set her in this contraption to lure the dog out. It was him. Wesker.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, undoing the straps to her gag. The ball falls to the floor with an unceremonious clatter, she coughing to take in air. It is not long before her nostrils are squeezed shut and she’s struggling for breath as a long piece of meat is shoved between her lips. “Finish your duty, and I’ll let you go,” Wesker says quietly in a no nonsense tone. Rebecca moans piteously and does as she is told. What other choice does she have?

[Dhemius]

Really nice!
I wish there was more description how the girls look - I know that anyone familiar with RE won't need them, but it would be a nice touch.

The story is really hot, looking forward how it turns out.

[darkstalker]

Originally Posted by Dhemius

Really nice!
I wish there was more description how the girls look - I know that anyone familiar with RE won't need them, but it would be a nice touch.

The story is really hot, looking forward how it turns out.

i tried to put in brief descriptions for both women at the beginning of their individual sets but i guess maybe they weren't enough?
and glad you like. the client has updated payment so there will be more coming in shortly along with some artwork of jill so that should handle what jill looks like. unfortunately i don't draw rebecca too often. lols.

[darkstalker]

Jill walks into the mildewy room, pinching her nose. The roots growing from the ceiling sending ripples down the wall make the soft bed look uncomfortable to lay in, that plus all the sap and slime that has collected on top of the sheets.
Jill feels a shiver run up her spine, remembering the zombie who had his way with her and touches her crotch tentatively. The torn panties bar her way from actually touching her privates, so she supposes she has to thank fortune for that. Though the cold night air still penetrates her pussy and...
She smacks her ass in irritation. Some flies from this cabin have been buzzing around her body, circling exposed areas of skin. Bastards, she thinks. Better their bites though, then the zombies who all seemed to want to grope her.
Apparently a desire for sex hadn’t been dulled any by the virus and more then one had grabbed at her exposed breast, squeezing and pulling. She’d born no scratches besides the painful teeth marks from the fleshless zombie who’d assaulted her and cum in her vagina. She rubs her body a little more tentatively at that.
“Get over it Jill,” she whispers. “It’s over with.”
Though the other zombies now seemed distracted by her gaping chest, it had posed no serious problems overall, even delaying them so she could make clear head shots and save ammo. Though her breast was a little sore now, and slimed red by all the grabs at it, she is none worse for wear right now.
She turns now and takes a deep breath. There’d been a weight on the door earlier, but now she doesn’t feel anything. Hopefully the desiccated roots she sees now means the plant, which has to be enormous to hold down the door, is now weakened. She’d run into Rebecca earlier who had mixed the formula. A young brilliant biochemist who’d gotten into the STARS special medical unit early on.
But the girl, when she’d run into her, had a very forlorn look on her face. Then again, thinks Jill, don’t we all? After all the horrors they’d had how couldn’t she? Though she’d noticed the girl staring at her chest. Jill had walked out quick enough at that. She should have let Barry give her his vest to cover up, but she’d wanted to be tough as nails. Lots of good that had been doing her. Even Wesker, when she’d run into him, had cocked an eye at her exposed torso. Maybe she should have taken the vest, but she wasn’t about to ask now. Damn them all to hell. If a man didn’t need it when his shirt was torn, she didn’t.
Balling her anger and resentment into a fist, she pushes through the doorway, closing it behind her. She sees the great bulb above her and swallows, a trickle of sweat running down her cheek and neck. The thing certainly doesn’t look dead. Rebecca supposedly put in a chemical on the roots that should have killed it but that doesn’t look to be the case. Like an upturned unopened rose bud with massive tentacles waving, the plant looks very much alive. Chemical or no.
She turns her head, looking around. As long as the plant doesn’t bother her it should...
Those thoughts are quickly removed as something wraps around her left leg and rips her from the floor, slamming her back briefly on the hardwood with enough force to make her drop her rifle before pulling her quickly and swinging her violently in the air.
She struggles against the thick vine binding her, a vine almost as thick around as her leg is. God damn it, she thinks. How’d I get myself into this?
As she struggles she sees the great bulb begin to flower, opening great red petals with black splotches running up their lengths, long yellow vines with spiny orbs coming out from its center. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” she curses over and over under her breath.
She needed a bigger gun. She needs any gun as the rifle is several feet away from her on the fucking ground! She stares at it, stretching her arms as if she could reach it. So it is she doesn’t notice where the thinner vines are headed until one shoves its spiny head into her vagina, drilling its way up her womb. Her eyes widen, heart stopping for a moment as lips open, then a blood curdling scream rips away from her lips.
The thing was going to fuck her? No! No! It can’t be! There must be....
As if to confirm her fear a second tubular tendril enters her already tight orifice, forcing its spiny head into her body. She groans, swinging upside down, feeling as both tendrils wriggle inside her body, their spines seeming to cut her most private areas.
She screams, thrashing about wildly. She feels one of the long tendrils slip out from her cunt and continues to fight, her body swinging on the singular vine as the second thrust wickedly against her cervix, hitting it with far greater force then the crimson head did with his one penis. But the thrashing has slowed its assault on her. If she continues to struggle maybe it’ll drop her? It’s her only chance.
With her free leg she begins to kick at the vine holding her other leg. “Come on. Come on!” she whispers.
The giant plant makes a rumbling, booming type of noise and the tendril around her leg begins to tighten, making her cry out. A second large tendril wraps itself around her torso, steadying her body and keeping her from being able to properly twist herself up to see well. It squeezes around her belly in such a way that it makes her groan, then a third grabs her free leg, jerking it out in such a way she swears something dislocates.
With her legs spread wide, she shivers violently, the tears coming from her eyes. It’s going to happen again, and she’s completely helpless to do anything about it. She feels the urine escape her bowels, running down her stomach, but she doesn’t care. She’s too scared to think straight. To...
“Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!” she shrieks, managing to swing herself several feet as the new pain enters her body. With the one tendril still twisting inside her, two more forcibly squeeze inside her, feeling like they are tearing her apart. She cries out as she feels this new pain and feels as the two join with the third, twisting and writhing inside her body, punching against her cervix. The bile comes up her throat, spilling out from overhead to hit with a splatter on the floor below, the pain is so extreme.
It’s not that she is a virgin in any sense. But Chris and the other men she’s been with have never been this rough or this big. Even without moving she can feel them pumping away and twisting against her insides. All she can do is scream as the last contents of her stomach leave her lips.
So intense is her agony she barely realizes when another tendril is probing at her anus until it’s actually pushing its head in. When she does she struggles more viciously despite the futility of the action.
“No! No! Don’t! God, have mercy!” she yells.
But god is either deaf or doesn’t care. The plant for its own part has no concerns and finishes forcing the head of its tubular snout down into her body, ripping a new kind of scream from her as the spiny head begins to travel its way up her sphincter to her intestines and pumps savagely at her anus. She can feel the warm blood coming, mixing with the other fluids from her vagina and wonders only briefly if this will tear her preudenum that separates her anus from her vagina. Regardless, the creature continues to assault her openings with wild abandon.
The tears flow openly, the only thing coming from Jill, a horrified wild scream. Her mind is going blank with the pain when something thick and hard forces its way into her mouth. Then the screams are cut off as she feels herself choking on the new invader. Her mouth is stretched taught as the invader rubs brusquely against her tonsils and the back opening of her throat, clogging her breathing.
She grips the tendril, intending to at least rip this out. As she pulls something thick and hard grabs her arm and pulls, jerking her arm away. She screams in pain and then something grips her second arm, doing the same. Now she is stretched wide, in eagle position, both her arms and legs feeling as if they want to come out of their sockets while all her holes are plugged.
She lets out muffled screams, shrieking and swinging violently, feeling the rough spines of the thick tentacle at her midriff cutting at her exposed breast. She’s going to die here, she thinks. Suspended like a spectacle while this thing violates her.
After a few minutes the thing gains momentum, thrusting harder. She wonders if its trying to tear her apart this way? After only two minutes of this more brutal fucking a thick fluid gushes into her body. Thick and heavy, it taste sickenly sweet in her mouth. Like it were semen but with a candy flavor. God’s sick joke, she thinks. I’m going to die with caramel in my mouth.
Apparently God does not see fit to kill her she sees as the thick tendril inside her jaw withdraws, leaving her gasping and shivering. The thick fluid comes down over her lips. She coughs, hacking the last vestiges of the slime from her throat. She feels the other tendrils pulling away from her anus and vagina and bawls as they tear away with what sounds like ripping sounds. Her bowels feel thick with the fluids, but it’s over, she thinks. At least it’s over.
The large tendrils binding her however do not let go. What’s going on, she thinks. She tilts her head as far as it will go, feeling light headed. From within the bulb three more thin tendrils emerge. Thinner then the ones before but bearing curved spiked ends like hooks. Her eyes widen at this.
Something loud makes the tendrils withdraw once more and Jill looks down. “What the fuck is this?!” a booming voice says. Jill looks down, seeing Barry’s large form with his scruffy beard looking up at her wide eyed.
“Barry!” she yells, “Help!”
No sooner have the words left her lips then a thick tendril lashes out, wrapping itself around Barry’s torso. “Ugh!” he yells, but keeps his hold on his weapon, a flame thrower tied to his back. Where’d he find that, thinks Jill, tired mentally and exhausted physically.
The large plant opens its petals once more, sending thick tendrils to restrain Barry’s arms and legs. Fuck, she thinks. It’s going to rape him too!
“Fucking bastard!” Barry yells, the flames from his weapon blasting out, hitting the plant squarely in the bulb. The great beast howls, its side quickly crinkling and turning into blackened ash. In its panic it swings Barry directly beneath it. A second prolonged blast from the thrower at the plant’s center and the beast gives its death knell, dropping her and Barry to the floor.
She sees herself falling, the ashes of the plant falling around her, bits of flickering flame still clinging to it. It seems almost beautiful, she thinks, when she hits the floor with a thud.

[darkstalker]

The sink bangs against the back wall, clanging loudly. Wesker’s nails bite into her firm small b-sized breasts, his hips smacking noisily against her hips who suck on his shaft with velvety lips. Rebecca can only groan behind the gag as Wesker slams into her repeatedly, her arms tied above her head to a hook, pulling her taught. He hadn’t even bothered to moisten her body, instead shoving his member into her dry. The pain hurts badly, as this gives her no sexual stimulus. Not that Wesker cares.
“You tawdry bitch,” he hisses, nails sinking into her breast, leaving gouges. “You fucking slut.”
One hand comes to her neck and begins squeezing, tightening. Her eyes go wide and she starts squirming, begging, imploring with her eyes. “Not going to let you go until I cum you whore,” says Wesker menacingly.
He slams into her hips harder, banging loudly against the wall with thunking noises. Rebecca can hear Jill screaming in the background, somewhere in the other rooms, but Wesker holds her powerless to do anything, as if she could even if she was free. As the grip tightens around her throat, thumb pushing into the cleft of her neck, she feels something sticky and hot coat her insides. He groans loudly, thrusting violently a few more times before leaning against her.
He heaves, releasing her neck and grins. “Even with everyone fucking you tonight you’re still fucking tight. Don’t worry though. When we get back you’re going to be my personal fuck toy and I’ll see to loosening your little cunt.”
A shiver runs down her spine, her eyes widening. He runs a finger across her cheek and smiles. “You like that, don’t you?”
Pulling away, he leans back and pulls out a tube. “Here’s something else you’ll like.”
He unscrews the cap and squeezes a large handful of the lubrication fluid onto his palm. It smells foul and musky and she wonders what it actually is. But she has little time to do so as Wesker pushes all four of his fingers into her warm body, slapping the lube in painfully. She screams against her gag, arching her back, trying to lessen the pain.
The grip on her scalp is sudden as her head slams against the back wall. “Now you listen to me you little bitch. You see this cream I’m shoving in your crotch?” And he pushes his fingers down deeper to the knuckles, twisting so Rebecca is arching her back, struggling. “This is gonna’ save your life as we get deeper in the facilities. So don’t you dare clean it off!”
He begins kissing her lightly on the lips, taking her lower lip between his teeth and nipping while his hand works vigorously at her crotch. Rebecca whines behind the gag, the tears running down her cheeks.

That was almost an hour ago she thinks. She rubs her pants where the crotch is, the green slacks now torn so they are short shorts. The cream still drips warm and wet against her thighs. She leans back against the wall, sliding down, tears running, a low sob escaping her lips.
Everyone is dead she thinks. And the only one left is more a monster then the ones in the mansion. She...
The door to her right opens with a click, a hulking giant walking forward, knees bent backwards, the creature pivoting on the balls of its feet, long large hands dragging on the floor from insanely long arms on a hunched back. The scales glisten in the lamplight and it turns its head slowly, small yellow eyes regarding her from a small pug like face with a frog mouth filled with small razor teeth.
She gasp and pushes herself back against the wall, fumbling for the gun at her belt. The strap comes undone, but her fingers keep slipping from the weapon.
There is a loud shriek that makes her wince and then the massive body is swinging into her, slamming her into the wall with enough force to make her cough up blood. It slams her head against the wall, crushing it as it raises its other great arm with wicked claws, preparing to skewer her. But it pauses.
The arm comes down slowly and it pulls at her head, stretching her neck and leaning close, nostrils sniffing at the nape of her neck. It moves down slowly, sniffing at her chest then at her stomach, its wet nose almost tickling there. Then it sniffs again and violently spreads her legs open, using both arms this time to push her legs against her head and sniffs at her crotch. It continues sniffing, pressing its snout against her private area, teeth opening and nipping lightly at the denim of her pants before it makes a low growl. She lets out a small squeak, fearing the sharpness of those teeth.
The creature snorts and pulls her shorts back, ripping the underwear with them so her twitching vagina is available to it. Its tongue slips out, lapping at the fluid still dripping from her. Then again, tasting with a more prolonged feel, running its tongue the length of her vaginal folds. Then again, the roughness of the muscle stinging at her sensitive body. She winces, turning away.
The lubricant must be another kind of stimulant, she thinks, like with the dog. God damned him, she thinks. Now it’s...
“Ahhhnn...!” she yells as she feels the hard scaly member of the beast, probing not at her vagina, but at her anus. Its thick pointed head begins pushing painfully into her still untouched opening and Rebecca yells, trying to slap at the creature futilely. But with her arms pinned beneath her legs, there’s little she can do. Only endure.
She arches her back as best she can as she feels inch by inch of the creature’s member pushing into her body slowly, the creature’s thick hands pushing down on her legs, nails biting in. Her body fights against the intrusion all the way, tearing as each scaly segment goes in until it slips in all the way, held firm by her own body.
“Aahhhhh....” she moans as she feels the creature pulling back, her own body causing her pain as she feels it hugging the huge shaft, then the thing’s penis comes down with a thunk, bouncing against her, eliciting a gurgled cry from her lips. Then slowly, painfully, it begins to withdraw once more before coming down with a brutal force.
Each time it feels as if it comes down on her a little harder, and penetrates her a little deeper, making the pain all the more real. The creature is snarling, hissing as spittle dribbles down dagger like teeth to drip on her face.
Rebecca whimpers, her hand feeling the gun at her belt before falling away with a sharp cry as the creature comes down on her once more. Then again and again...
Until Rebecca can feel her hips grinding, her bones wanting to dislocate as the creature begins to pummel her, slapping against her anus with disastrous force. Each blow punctuating her agony, the warmth of her blood from her formerly unused orifice barely lubricating the girth of the monster or helping relieve the pain. It simply horrifies her, seeing the creature with its member coated in her own blood, pumping, slamming away at her with abandon.
It pushes against her legs further, long curved nails biting into her flesh as it thrust more savagely. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she yells with each blow as the monster slams into her with savage glee, a type of frog like croak coming from its lips as it pumps away at her. Then after what seems several minutes, the hot scalding shower comes. Coating her insides painfully, making her want to wretch. The creature begins to thrust less vigorously, slowing.
With its member emptied, it lowers its face to hers, lips pulling back from its gums as it snarls savagely, eyes narrowing. It intends to kill me, she thinks.
She feels for her gun again, frantically trying to locate it as the creature pulls away from her to prepare its attack. She turns and aims, its face only a foot away. And fires...
The shot rings loudly in the confined space of the room, blood spraying from above the creature’s left eye ridge. The creature shrieks loudly and she pulls the trigger once more. Then again. Two more rounds find their way into its throat. The creature falls back thrashing wildly on the ground, swiping at the air and kicking at her. But its blows are badly aimed. The attacks of something dying. They hurt, but not as they should. Rebecca holds her ground, waiting for the thing to bleed out. As it slows, Rebecca stands slowly with a quivering body and walks over to the head and pulls the trigger twice more. The sounds echo loudly, the gun lowering to her hip, her foot squarely on its chest. She stares down, at it a cold feeling running over her heart. “Fuck you,” she hisses and walks out of the room, slamming the door with a loud bang, leaving the creature with its own blood pooling beneath it.

[darkstalker]

Her shoes click clack softly on the floor, gun poised close against her leg. Rebecca looks to her right, hearing the clicking of insectile legs skittering across the steel plates. Something’s out there, she’s sure of it. They just haven’t made their presence known yet....
It’s now been several hours, nearing daylight once more. She’d seen the sun beginning to cut through the clouds overhead when she’d come down the well into this other facility. Another lab beneath the horrors of the mansion. How quaint. More misery to add to those memories she already has. The labs hadn’t failed to impress.
She’d put down more then a handful of undead already, and her new “style” of pants, thanks to the captain, had almost got her bit several times already. Course if they’re anything like the batch from several hours ago, she thinks, it won’t matter. Her body seems to be distracting everything with half a brain in these catacombs. She’s not certain wether that’s a blessing or wether she’ll wind up retching and twisting up from half a million different parasites and viruses in her body several hours later. Those added to Wesker’s.
She smirks. The one good thing, if she goes down, that asshole is going with her. He really ought to know where those other dicks shoving inside her have been before putting his own inside. Didn’t even use protection. Serves him right when he comes down with whatever she may get.
A small blessing in this nightmare. She’d seen Jill too. But... that hadn’t gone well. Jill had been wearing Barry’s jacket and there’d been tears in her eyes. That could mean only one thing and she had it confirmed when she talked to Jill. Barry had given her life for her, died pushing over some undead horror from the catacombs. “Lisa” Rebecca guesses, from the description. It matches what the reports had detailed. Some little girl the glorious scientist of Umbrella had turned into a walking abomination.
She squeezes her eyes shut trying to push back the tears. What more is Umbrella capable of? What...
The shrill scree comes directly above her, the claw knocking the gun out of her hands the next second, sending it twisting around to get lost in the hum of machinery. Rebecca twist in the grips of the creature above her, the vest she’s wearing taking the brunt of the damage. She turns her body, unhooking the straps and falls flat on the floor.
She barely has time to start lifting her back from the ground when a second creature digs its claw into the opening of her shoe and drags her back down, making her head thunk on the floor with a crack. She briefly blacks out as a result.
When she sees again, one of the creatures is poised above her, sponge like mouth parts at its face with long large bug like eyes, two more sets between the brow of its forehead and a soft almost furless look to its body, long limbs twisted into dagger like scythes. The creature raises one of these scythes and Rebecca screams.
She is surprised to find the blow blocked by another of the creatures, keeping it from her face with a scythe type appendage of its own, the blade only a mere inch from her left eye. She daren’t move, the thin hairs of the scythe too close for comfort.
The scythe pushes a bit and then is pushed back. Both animals chitter at one another, shrieking. They push at each other until the one who had attacked her is off and skitters around her body.
The one who defended her looks down at her, cocking its head this way and then that, as if inspecting her. Rebecca stares, unsure what to do with her gun out of reach.
She feels her pants jerked aside, the sharp edge of the claw blade making her wince as it cuts a thin streak over her vagina. Then the tentacle like appendages of the head plunge into her intimate region and she can’t help but arch her back and gasp. Oh gods, she thinks. That feels so good! Why...
The arms of the one above her grip her head forcibly and before Rebecca can react, she feels a thin spiky member enter her mouth. Unlike the mouth of the creatures which is stimulating her to arousal, the penis of these things, as she feels the one rubbing its hips roughly against her upper lip, is anything but stimulating. Covered in bristles, the penis scratches at her mouth, making her want to struggle except for the pointed pincers holding her head painfully in place.
Rebecca winces, feeling the sharp pain as the hairs scratch violently at the roof of her mouth, the creature being none too gentle with how it pushes its near hairless hips against her mouth, bucking its pointed hip bones against her upper jaw. She is just thankful the creatures aren’t bigger and she can hold her mouth partially open to avoid a greater amount of pain.
Then she feels the same pain against her vagina, rubbing against her clit and she nearly clamps her teeth down on the spiky end of the one in her mouth. Her tongue brushes briefly against the underside of the penis, lips hugging it briefly. The appendage has become wet and slimy but no longer cuts at the roof of her mouth. She holds her lips shut against it, preferring the soft muscle to the hard bristles.
Unfortunately the creature above her doesn’t make the situation any easier. His pincers dig into her skull, beginning to cut and she feels something wet dripping into her scalp, and suspects it may be blood.
The one at her hips is no less brutal, its scythes digging into her hips while its unlubricated member burns at her sensitive muscles. She claws at the floor, trying to move her body in such a way as to relieve the pain. It does little good.
The one at her face continues to jackhammer at her lips, the sharp hairs now sticky with precum and her saliva and blood while the one below only now begins to soften itself with fluids.
She slaps at the floor, announcing her pain and squeezes her eyes shut. The creatures ignore her, intent on their own pleasure.
Rebecca bares it, the burning at her hips making her writhe while she tentatively holds the arms of the thing at her head, hoping it won’t last too much longer as she can feel the blood trickling down her ears and neck. The pain burns like an intense fire at the points where the thing is holding her. The creature rams at her mouth quickly. A few final thrust and then it holds her head close, a spurt of something sticky and hot spilling into her mouth.
She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to ignore the salty taste as one spurt goes down her throat forcibly, tasting like old mold. Slowly, the creature pulls back and unhooks itself from around her skull. It moves about her, skittering and chattering while the second continues to rip away at her vaginal folds.
The pain is too much to ignore. Rebecca sits up, staring at the thing that pauses for a moment to hiss at her before continuing with its sexual acts. Feeling the sharp pains, Rebecca feels up the leg of her pants and remembers the small knife she has on her.
So intent on its own gratification is the creature that it does not notice her reaching for the blade. Not until something in the lighting of the surroundings catches a glint from the blade’s edge. It turns then, its arms releasing her, penis standing erect as the creature tries to straighten its body to puff itself out and look more threatening.
But Rebecca has already been threatened by things much larger then this. She lunges at the thing and slams the blade into the side of its skull, hearing the crunch of bone as the blade penetrates the hard tissue to hit the softer organs inside. The creature twitches against the blade edge, a spurt of black blood pumping from the wound before its arms lower, the light fading from its dull eyes.
Rebecca sits herself up, wrenching the blade from the animal’s skull. She hears a twisting snarl at her back and moves to the side, the first creature striking with its scythe like arms, hitting the downed body of its comrade.
But while lethal, the scythes have the duel problem of lodging themselves into what they sink into. The creature shrieks, digging more scythes into the body of its downed friend. While it is distracted Rebecca gets to her feet and runs, her feet beating a clanging sound on the floor. As she nears the door she hears the skittering from behind her and another echo like skitter much closer on the roof. She opens the door and slams it behind her, a thick thunk heard from the other side. The creatures, frustrated at not being able to get at their prize, yell in frustration and ram the door.
Rebecca lets the tears run down her eyes, letting her body slide down the door. Shivering, she cries, her own sobs echoed by the shrill screams of the beasts behind the door. There is a long drawn out hiss above her and Rebecca looks up, seeing as one creature spreads its arms wide, readying to attack her.
There is a booming noise. Brain and guts splatter and the creature falls between her legs. Dead.
Wesker comes out from the shadows, pushing up the rim of his glasses giving her a distant glare. “Come with me,” he commands.
With no recourse left to her, Rebecca stands on shaky legs, following. As she walks away she can still hear the final monster hissing from the vents but unwilling to venture out.

[darkstalker]

this is the final chapter to the resident evil story i got commissioned. hope you've all enjoyed this relatively quick story.

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The alarm blares in her ears, resounding with the beating of her heart that thunders against her inner ear. Jill feels the cold sweat running down her spine, her gun poised, a draft of air running up... sensitive areas. At least she doesn’t have to worry about her chest. But...
She leans back against the wall, tears unbidden, sliding down her cheeks. If only she’d given him back his gun earlier. If only...
She pinches her nose, squeezing her eyes shut. Wishful thinking won’t bring him back, she reminds herself. He’s dead. Having slammed the bulk of his body into that walking horror in chains. He’d taken it out with him, even though it had looked like he’d abandoned her to it earlier. Instead, he died protecting her.
Jill slams a fist against the wall, hearing the sound echo in the corridor and hears it soon answered back by small shrieks of noise and skittering. “Damn it Jill,” she whispers, “get up and get going. Barry wouldn’t want you dying here, so move it!”
Biting back the tears, she runs down the hall, the scurrying of the insectine creatures echoing in the sterile red lighted rooms. She turns, seeing the double large doors and swipes the card through. “Hope this gives me access to the roof,” she whispers to herself.
She takes a step into the large room when a shot fires, skimming her cheek. She halts, her breath caught in her throat.
“Well, well,” says a dark voice behind black rimmed glasses. “If it isn’t Jill Valentine. The only other survivor in this hell hole.” He smiles darkly then, keeping his gun trained on her face. “Well... you and Ms. Chambers.”
“Rebecca” says Jill. “What have you done to her, you sick bastard?!”
“She’s safe,” he says, turning away from her. “Better then what you’ll be, but that’s beyond the point. Here.” He tosses a large tube at her feet. “This is for you. To get you... prepped.”
“If you think I’ll help in your sick, twisted games Wesker...”
The bullet sounds loudly in the still chambers, her voice ripping out of her throat in a wail. She holds her knee where the blood is pooling, feeling how the bone is fractured. “Now Jill,” says Wesker, walking towards her menacingly and cocking the trigger. “You can help or I can feed you to the bugs outside. It’s your choice.”
Jill winces and Wesker nods. “Now... pick it up.”
She picks up the tube in between her fingers. “What do you want me to do with it?”
The gun slams against her temple hard. “You really can’t be that naive,” he says, training the gun on her once more. “Spread your legs and stick the lube in. I want your sex wet with the stuff. And while you’re at it, spread it on your anus too.”
“You bas...”
“And for the record, lose the jacket. Here.” He beckons her with his free hand. “Now. Unless you want your pretty head matching its color.”
With tears running down her cheeks, Jill does as she is commanded. The zipper slides down her chest easily enough. She pulls it off her body and throws it at Wesker’s feet. If he lowers himself to pick it up she can...
He kicks it under a desk nearby without a second glance. His lips pick up at the corner. “Nice little peep hole there Jill.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe later. Now get to lubing yourself up. It’ll probably still hurt, but less then what it can.”
“Lubing myself for what?” she yells.
The bullet fires, ripping a line through her shoulder pad. “Stop dithering and get on with it.”
“But the alarm and ...”
“What alarm?”
She looks around, now listening and realizes the sound has gone away, a voice in the background calmly saying “countdown averted. All personal return to designated positions.”
“What?”
“I have the codes to this location Jill. Canceling your detonation sequence is child’s play. We have all the time in the world to explore this mansion. Now hurry up.”
Sniffing, she unscrews the cap of the tube and squeezes a syrupy wad into her hand. “That’s right,” Wesker coos. “Be generous with it. After all, it’s your snatch that’s going to be fucked.”
“Fucked by what?” she asks, almost growling.
“You’ll know soon enough. Now stick it in your cunt and rub it in deep.”
She shuts her eyes and grits her teeth. She dips her fingers with the cold fluid into her sex and lets out a gasp, her eyes popping open, mouth going into a small “O” shape. “Cold, isn’t it?” says Wesker.
“Fuck off.”
“Rub it in now.”
She stares daggers at Wesker but obliges him, rubbing her fingers against her sensitive lips, moving them up and down in quick sliding motions with three fingers. Each stroke brings a gasp from her. It’s so cold. But she rubs it all in, methodically. She shuts her eyes, biting her tongue to avoid the involuntary moans, but soon she is rubbing herself in such a way she can’t help but make the sounds, making sure to rub the lube in well until her privates are wet and dripping.
As her sounds get louder Wesker commands her to halt. “Now,” he says, as she withdraws her fingers. “Your ass.”
“What?”
“Do it, now.”
Sighing, she squeezes more of the fluid out onto one hand and bends down, twisting herself so that she can more easily dip her fingers into her anus. As she presses a finger in, she winces. The pain is still very palpable since the plant in the cabin used her ass. That and leaning against her injured leg is not helping matters. Maybe she’ll bleed out, but it seems more painful then anything. Meant to cripple her, not kill her.
Her anus is afire and she gasp, her moans being more pain fueled then anything. Wesker simply nods. “Very good Jill. You make quite an obedient dog.”
“Fuck off!”
Wesker walks over to her, dragging her by the scalp and after a few paces, throws her on the floor before him. “It’s time you do that very thing, Jill.” He taps some buttons on the keyboard quickly, a chime sounding on the monitor. “Time to meet your prince.”
Jill stares in horror at the great beast within the containment tube. It stands at least seven feet in height, built like a massive linebacker with a grotesque twisted hand more then three times the normal size, finger joints curved into foot long talons. A tumorous red organ like a heart beats rhythmically on the right side of its chest, horrid bulging veins crisscrossing the full length of its body. But what holds her attention most is the limp phallus that measures around a foot and a half in length and probably a good four inches in width. “Oh my god,” she whispers. “You can’t be serious! That’ll tear me apart!”
“Well,” says Wesker, “that’s what we’re about to find out. You’ll make a good test subject for breeding. You have the hips for it.”
“You bas...”
“Shush now. Your prince awakens.”
She turns slowly, trembling. Indeed the fluids in the tank are draining, letting the balls of the monster’s feet touch floor, letting it take lungs full of oxygen for the first time in its primitive life. Small yellow eyes open as the final fluids drain, fingers twitching slowly. She sees what could have been a nose in the concaves of its face twitch. Eyes gather its surroundings and come to rest on her, and she knows her presence has been made.
She crawls backwards as far as she can, until she hits the metal wall. The glass lets out a hiss, steam escaping an opening and slowly the glass begins to draw itself down. A low growl issues forth from the creature’s lips as it spreads its massive hands and slowly takes its first step.
“Well, I’ll be leaving the two of you. I’ll watch the video tape afterwards.”
“Wesker...” she says, her voice almost pleading.
“And don’t worry about Rebecca. I’ll take good care of her.”
“Wesker!”
He simply turns away from her, walking away with hands in pockets. Not worrying about her any longer. And with an injured knee, where can she go?
She feels thick fingers close around her neck and feels herself slowly lifted from the floor, dark eyes regarding her as she twist feebly in its choking grips. It stares at her for a time before snorting and moving close between her legs. Jill feels its hot breath against her sensitive organ and shivers, trying to adjust herself so she isn’t choking in its grip.
When its thick tongue slides up her dripping snatch, she gasp. The sensation brings shivers up her spine. That tongue dips deeper into her wet opening, exploring and probing her orifice, making her moan softly.
She twist in its grip, feeling the large molars of the beast against her body, but able to do little but endure. Then it is pulling away, her vagina wet with something else besides the lube. Slowly it lets her down and begins spreading her legs wide, painfully. Jill cries out, trembling. She then feels the head of its cock and stares. Hardened and stiff, it seems even larger then before and Jill begins breathing more frantically. She is not sure her body can handle something of such a size.
It does not seem to be a thought that has entered the creature’s own mind. Aligning with her opening, the head of its phallus begins to push against her snatch, the wet opening stretching wide to accommodate the monstrous girth. Even at its widest it continues to push and Jill arches her back, moaning. It won’t fit, she thinks. It won’t fit!
But still the head pushes, forcing itself in, and Jill screams. And the pain along with the long fleshy member keeps coming, forcing its way in, her body’s walls screaming in agony which is echoed by her voice. Each inch sends searing fire down her spine and her voice is lost to her own panic. “Stop! Stop!” she yells. “Oh gods! It hurts! Please stop!”
And then it does, held back by the walls of her cervix with a good foot of the long grotesquery still outside her snatch. She sees how wide her body is stretched out and breathes unevenly, sucking in mouthfuls of air, gasping.
The creature growls and begins to pull back, painfully, her body clasping murderously to the thick member. As the monster tenses, Jill shakes her head, mumbling words in a mantra. “No.no.no.pleaseno.”
Then it slams back down into her and she screams, the air filled with her high pitched squeal as she scrabbles for the floor, the pain in her bowels extreme. It pulls back briefly only to plummet into her depths with more force, bruising her already pain wracked cervix further. Its pitch and force intensify, growing stronger and more forceful as it slams into her body repeatedly. From the core of her being she curses Wesker for leaving her to this abomination as her internal walls rage with agony, screaming for the pain to stop, but it only continues. For several minutes Jill cries out, unsure if she’ll be able to take the pain or not, but having no choice but to endure it or black out. The pain gives her no such luxury and she feels each agonizing thrust. Each push into her womanhood, ripping it apart. Soon even her voice is gone, just the agonized grunts coming from parched lips with each blow the monster lays upon her.
She lets him ride her for several minutes, her vagina getting no looser, no wetter from the act. She feels extraordinarily dry but feels wet from her exertions. Sweat pours down her body giving off a strong odor but still the tyrant carries on, ripping into her. It last for several more minutes before it thrust into her violently, spasming a thick load of noxious seed into her womb, making her cry out from the pain, her body forcibly withdrawing the substance from her vagina, too compressed as it is already.
Feeling that thick heaving thing inside her she finally blacks out as the creature begins to slide out of her womb, now slick with cum and raw with her own blood. The blackness never felt so good....

“So,” says Wesker, “this will stay between us, won’t it Vickers?”
He leans over across the seat, whispering in Brad’s ear, the thin man red from trying to hold himself off from the woman’s lips who are at his hips, taking in his member in sweet delicate strokes. “Y-yes sir....” he half whimpers, beads of sweat dripping from his face.
“And there were no survivors besides myself, is that correct?”
“Ye-yes sir,” says Vickers, trying to keep his focus on the space before him rather then on the girl at his hips.
Rebecca for her part just wishes she could clamp down and bite the fucker. But with Wesker there, she can do no such thing. So she continues to oblige the cowardly man as the dark one looks out towards the sunset.
“This is going to be a glorious new day....” he says in an ominous tone.

“Aaaahhhh!” Jill cries out, pushed against the hard bark of a tree. The great pale beast thrust into her once more and Jill can only wonder for how long she can go on as the creature continues to fuck her. It’s been several hours now, as the thing dragged her through the mansion, fighting and killing its brother and sister experiments and then fucked her when it felt the need. Now is the seventeenth time in a single day it’s been fucking her and she can only wonder for long she can really go on? Because soon her body is going to give out. And she doesn’t know or want to think, what will happen then....