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Resident Evil 2

By: GothKitty



Note: All of these characters are property of Capcom, I am just borrowing them. For those of you readers who have never played Resident Evil, be warned that this story contains scenes of explicit violence and gore.

Leon stood in the ransacked basement weapons locker, adjusting his holster straps and thinking about where Claire might be. From what little he'd seen so far, the police station wasn't too bad. Cold, dim and stinking of the bodies heaped up in the hallways, but not as actively dangerous as the streets. It wasn't much to be greatful for, but he would take what he could get. 

'Great way to start off the job' he though referring to one hell of a first day as a police officer in Raccoon City. He'd killed two of his fellow officers already and a woman in the tatters of a traffic control uniform on his way to the basement a few rooms from the RPD armament. He had to hurry now. They were only a few yards away when he ducked into this room and now that he found what he came for, it was time to go. Grabbing the black ammo case at his feet he raised his gun and kicked open the door.

There was nothing there. Not yet anyway. With quiet but quick paced footsteps he went down the hall until he came to the stairs leading back up to the main floor. Cautiously he ascended the stair with his ears straining. Reaching the top step he pressed his back against the wall and listened. The only thing he could hear was his heart beat pounding, as if desperately trying to burst through his chest. He could feel the tiny hairs standing up on the back of his neck. 

With shaky hands he held his breath and jumped out from the hall pointing his gun ahead of him. "Ha!!!!" Nothing was there. Feeling a little foolish but mostly relieved he sighed and lowered his gun. Shifting the weight of the ammo in his left hand he crept around the corner stopping suddenly when he thought he heard something.

Standing perfectly still he listened. After a moment there it was again. He gasped realizing that he had been holding his breath as the noise came again. It was like nothing he had ever heard before. It was a wet slapping sound... almost like someone walking through sludge. His grip tightened on the ammo case as he raised his weapon and started to walk around the corner to examine the source of the sound. He reached the end of the hall, turned left-

-and froze, eyes wide, feeling as though he had been physically punched. Next to a planter that had been knocked over, dusting the floor with soil and leaves, was a balding man dressed in a suit without the jacket, with his back to him. He was crouched over a body of a young woman; but there was something very wrong about her, so wrong that Leon's mind couldn't quite accept it at first. His shocked gaze took in the sight before him. From the woman's blue dress uniform to her black shoes. Even the little plastic nametag pinned to her chest, what looked like "Marie" or "Maria."...

'Her... Her head is missing!' Once he realized what was wrong, he couldn't force himself to un-realize it, as much as he wanted to. There was only a pool of drying blood where her head should have been. A sticky puddle surrounded by fragments of skull and dark mashed hair and chunks of miscellaneous gore. The bald man had his hands over his face and as Leon stared in horror at the headless corpse, the man let out a low pitiful wail.

Leon opened his mouth not sure what would come out. To scream? To ask him why? How? To call for help? He honestly didn't know and as the man turned up to look at him, hands dropping away; he was stunned to hear that nothing came out at all. He was -eating- the woman! His thick fingers were clotted with dark bits of tissue and the strange and alien face he raised into view was smeared with blood.

'Zombie!' He thought as he took a timid step back. 'Oh God, not another one!' Just what the hell had happened here! What was going on?! His mind raced as the bald man rose and looked at him. Standing with his left side slumped down and head hanging, its arms were stretched out in front of him as he lurched forward. With that realization came a sudden rush of absolute terror. Leon stumbled backward; feverish panic turning his guts into liquid as the bald man came closer. He was huge. At least a good foot over his 5'9 and broad as a barn-

-'and dead! He's dead and he was -eating- the woman!' Without another thought, he turned and started to run in the opposite direction back down the hall toward the stairs he had come from, thinking maybe there would be a safer path if he had turned right. His plans however were dashed as his boots screeched to a halt on the linoleum floor. Just ahead of him, no more than four feet away there were another 5 or 6 of them.

Leon stepped back just before one of the creature's hands took hold of his vest. With his eyes wide and fear tearing into his senses he turned and ran back for the stairs. Looking into the dimly light staircase he could see figures moving at the bottom. His hopes of it being Claire dissolved when he noted the movement of the figures. Slow and lumbering. It was more of them... whatever they were.

Without the luxury of time to think of what to do, and knowing his options were slim, he opted for the hall with only one of those beasts. Heading left again he turned the corner and slammed into something hard. Stumbling back he shook his head and searched for what he had hit. Cold realization struck him hard as he watched the corpse like bald man fall back onto the floor with a sickening wet thud. 

Raising his gun he fired twice striking the zombie in the head and neck. It fell over twitching and groaning madly before it finally stopped moving... but the sound of the moaning didn't stop... 'What..?' He thought, as he looked over his shoulder and saw that the zombies that were in the hall were getting a little too close. Leaping over the corpse of the woman he rushed down the hall. He had never been in this part of the station before and he silently cursed himself for not attending the tour.

Leon turned left then right and started down the long corridor ignoring everything except his urge to run. A moment later he collapsed against the wall gasping for air. A quick look behind him told him he lost them. Or at least he hoped that was what it meant. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he checked how many bullets were left in his magazine. Only 4. That wasn't going to help him very much.

Kneeling down he opened the ammo case. There weren't as many rounds in there as he had hoped, but it would have to do. He placed a full clip in his pocket and began to reload the one currently in his gun. He had only loaded three more bullets in the clip when the all too familiar yet alien sounds of the creatures moaning could be heard around the far corner. He jerked his head up toward the sound and paused, hoping that his ears had deceived him.

It came again, louder than before and this time it seemed to echo. No, not echo, he thought. There was just more than one. His heart, which scarcely had the time to return to a regular beat, was thudding again as fast as the beat in his favorite heavy metal song. He felt an icy hand grip his lungs as the first one reared it's disfigured and half-eaten face around the corner.

Leon's hands trembled as he continued to load the gun with more panic in his actions. At least two bullets dropped from his grasp as he desperately tried to finish before they reached him. With a solid click he slammed the fully loaded clip into the gun and aimed. He fired twice striking the first two around the corner. They dropped to the floor but were quickly replaced with three more.

He fired again and again, taking down two more. The third lurched forward raising its arms as though it were wanting to hug him. It stepped over the bodies as four more rounded the corner. Firing three more times two of the five fell. He watched as three more came into view. Terror filled his senses as he realized he was quickly becoming out numbered. There was only one thing left to do. Run.

Snatching the ammo case from the ground he turned and ran down the hallway. Moans echoed behind him as he took the sharp turn at the end of the hall praying that it would be clear. It was. 

The hall was far dirtier than any room he had been in so far. There was only one door at the end of the hall and about three windows on the left side of the wall. They were so filthy he thought absently that he could have written his name there with his finger. 

He could hear them getting closer as he reached for the doorknob. "FUCK!" He screamed as the knob refused to turn. It was locked. Suddenly behind him he heard a very unsettling high pitched scratching that seemed to be coming from the other side of the window. Leon raised his Baretta and bit his lip waiting for the danger his heart knew was about to come.

A new sense of terror filled him when the scratching stopped. Everything was too quite. His heart pounded as his hands shook as beads of sweat dripped off his forehead. Frantically switching his aim form the window to the end of the hall over and over he took a step forward. Still he heard nothing except his own shallow breath. Now halfway back up the hall he paused as he thought he heard something.

It was coming form the behind the locked door. 'Perfect!' He swore. ' Now I get to be surrounded!' He pressed his back against the wall facing the windows preparing to die. 'God please... let it be quick!' He squinted his eyes as tight as he could when suddenly, with a thunderous crash, the windows in front of him imploded, casting shards of glass every where.

Leon threw his hands over his face in time to save himself from most of the damage he should have taken, but he didn't go unscathed. Bleeding from two deep gashes over his eye and multiple lacerations on his hands he looked at what was now in front of him, wondering why he hadn't been killed yet.

Crows. That was all? There were approximately 4 crows sitting on the ledge of the broken window. Why would crows bust though glass windows? He thought absently. It was then that he noticed what he should have expected all along. These crows, like everything else in this hellhole, were not what they seemed. 

One of them, with eyes that looked like they were crying blood, opened its beak and let out a horrific shriek that seemed to agitate the other 3. A moment later they were all doing it. The screeching was deafening. So extremely loud in fact that Leon had not heard the zombies round the corner. It was only when he saw them out of the corner of his eye that he was able to make himself raise his weapon.

The sudden movement of him lifting his arms seemed to upset the crows for no sooner than he moved the first inch, they were off their perch and circling in the air above him. He stepped back and fired twice taking down the two closest zombies but it made no difference. There were way too many.

He reflexively took a step back and continued to do so as he emptied his clip. Fumbling with the gun, he managed to slide out the empty clip and snap in a new one. He took aim, refusing to go out without a fight as he watched two of the crows dive into the face of the closest monster and as it fell to the ground they began to peck ferociously at its face.

As the zombies lurched forward, the other two crows converged on him. He fired twice; taking one of them out but as the second bullet missed the crow dove in aiming for his face. He raised his arm just in time as the crow tore into his flesh. Swinging his arm wildly the crow flew off onto the floor where without hesitation; Leon stomped on it with his boots. 

Looking up he realized he was out of time. The noise on the other side of the door was getting louder, he only had 11 more bullets in his gun and there were far more of those things than he could kill before they got to him. This was it. Game over.

Just as he was about to greet the reaper, the door behind him swung open. His mind a blur he felt something grab him and pull him into the room beyond. He tumbled to the floor with the momentum of what ever had drug him in there as he rolled, flattening himself on his back, he raised his Baretta and took aim at the figure closing the door.

"CLAIRE!" He screamed, the word dripping with relief. She turned to face him, lock pick in hand as he stood. 

"Leon!" She started as she began to rush over to him. "I'm so glad you're..." She stopped as she got closer and looked at him with gentle eyes. The first sweet thing he's seen in this nightmare. " You're hurt..." She finished as she went to touch his shoulder.

"No time!" He said a little harsher than he intended as he grabbed her by the arm and took off. He hit the door at the end of the room at a run, using his shoulder to throw it open. They emerged in a marble hall almost 20 yards long. 'Finally!' He thought. 'Somewhere I recognize!' He squeezed Claire's arm and started down the hall. " This way!"

Leon ran, pulling Claire behind him desperately racking his memory for the station's layout. If he were right, this hall would lead them to the front of the RPD where he had an idea where they could hide. Reaching the door he held his breath praying that it would be unlocked. He sighed heavily as the knob turned and without looking back, he pulled Claire through and kept running.

He was right. They were in the main court. He could see the front doors, buckled and torn off the hinges. Glass and papers littered the floor and the only sound was the creepy hum of the still operational computer at the front desk. Taking a moment to look around, nothing seemed to be there.. but you couldn't be to sure... not here... not now.

Cautiously he walked toward the right, headed to a door at the far end of the room just left of the front door. He felt Claire's grip tighten around his hand and took small comfort in the fact that her hands were as feverish and shaky as his. Glass crunched under thier feet adding to their discomfort and fear that radiated off the two like light.

With a tremendous crash two large zombies crashed though what was left of the front doors. Leon and Claire both jumped back as the two things stood and seemed to look directly at them. Leon felt Claire's hand slip from his grasp as she stumbled backward. He raised his gun to fire but the shock of what he saw caused him to hesitate.

They were dressed in police uniforms, or what was left of them anyway. One of them he recognized from training. They had been partners during more than one simulation. He also noticed that these two weren't exactly like the others. They were much larger... and something about they way they looked at him told him they were smarter too. 

He blinked blood out of his eye and slowly reached down for Claire. The next instant he was running again, pulling her behind him. He could hear her cries as they went but there was no time. The second after they moved the two creatures were giving chase. Now it was a race to see who could make it to the door first.

With his heart pumping acid and his lungs breathing fire he smashed into the metal door working furiously at the knob. It swung open as he threw Claire inside and cursed as one of the beast's arms swung at their backs. He slammed the door but it didn't close. He heard Claire shriek as the massive arm of the monster, wedged between the door and the frame, clawed at nothing desperately trying to get them.

As Leon fought to keep the door closed, the two zombies on the other side pounded mercilessly. Each jolt throwing him off balance and opening the door a little further. His muscles were burning and his arms were beginning to betray him when he saw Claire running up with something held over her head.

Blood sprayed in all directions as she buried her bowie knife deep into the thing's arm. It screeched and withdrew its arm just long enough for Leon to slam the heavy door closed and push the bolt lock into place. Another thud smashed on the door form the other side as Leon fell and scrambled backward until his hit the steel cabinet behind him. 

He looked at her intensely as she gasped. He could barely see her in the poor light in the room. He stood shakily as the beasts continued to pound on the door shaking it with each strike. He rushed over to a heavy looking file cabinet and began to push it in front of the door.

With that done he turned to Claire breathing heavily. " This is the Photo room... We should be safe here for a small while... Until we can think of something to do..." As he spoke he could hear a closing chorus of gasping moans and frustrated wails of hunger. He watched as she shuddered, crossed her arms over her chest and lowered her head. "Claire?"

She didn't reply. He took a step closer to her and noticed her shoulders were bobbing gently. She was crying. "Oh... no.." He said in his most soothing tone. He reached out to touch her arm but she pulled away. "Claire... I.." He didn't have time to finish his sentence before her arms were around him. She squeezed him tightly as she cried on his shoulder. Each thump against the door, making it that much worse.

"Shh..." He said after the shock wore off and he gently rubbed her back. " It's going to be all right..." What a lie. He thought. Things were far from ok. And she knew it too.

"No!" She yelled as she pushed herself away from him. Tears streaking her face as she clenched her fists. "No, it wont! We're going to die down here and ..." 

She kept talking but that was all he heard. His mind wandered as he watched her crying. Something inside him just seemed to snap as he looked at her. She was so terrified... She didn't deserve this! She was here looking for her brother, not a nightmare town full of ZOMBIES! 

He balled his fist as he grew angry. He was tried of seeing these things happen. Tired of seeing innocent people suffer while there was nothing he could do about it. He looked at her again. She was still yelling about something and crying. Her beautiful green eyes stained with tears. He had no idea what had come over him but he just couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing her suddenly by her cheeks he pulled her to him and kissed her.

He could feel her resist at first. No doubt as surprised as he was by his actions, but after a moment passed and another thud hit the door, she seemed to relax. Slowly he broke the kiss and let her go. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. 

"I..I'm sorry," He started. " I don't know wh-" He was cut off suddenly by her lips pressed against his. A second after the shock wore off he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back gently. Another bang, this time somewhat louder than all the others shook them from the moment. He swallowed hard as he realized she was probably right. They were going to die here...

He looked at her with a resigned look and took her hand. Walking to the far corner of the room to where there was a dusty leather couch he sat down and pulled her down with him. She went effortlessly and lowered her head as he turned to face her. Lifting her chin with his fingertips he looked into her eyes and wipes the tears off her cheeks.

"Claire..." He whispered as his eyes searched hers. She was so scared... He could see it in every part of her. From her slightly trembling hands to her watering eyes. He took her hands in his and leaned close to her. He could hear her heart race even from where he was.

His heart skipped as they jumped when another burst of decaying flesh smashed itself against the steel door. Without even thinking he took Claire by the shoulders and kissed her. He kissed her hard but with such an intense passion, there was no way she could resist. Her lips pressed firmly against his as the kiss deepened. 

Leon slid his hands around her back and pulled her closer. She came easily, wrapping her arms around him as well. Both knowing without saying, that these were more than likely going to be their last moments alive, they vowed to make them count. Claire sighed as she felt his hands holds her tightly and she found herself relaxing... like nothing was wrong and all that matter was the two of them at that moment.


Resident Evil 2 Ch. 01



Disclamer: All Characters are owned by Capcom. No moneys are made by this story. 

Chief Iron's office was a silent sanctuary from the zombies and other creatures roaming the Raccoon Police Station. The office was a decent size and sported a table with a cozy chair on each end and at the back of the room a large desk with a black leather executive chair behind it. Bookshelves and stuffed wildlife adorned the rest of the room making it feel warm and comfortable; a far cry from the rest of the bloodstained rooms of the building.

Claire checked the door that led into the room from the hall and Leon took a seat at the table. The very table he sat at not long ago when he was interviewed by Chief Irons to transfer to the RPD. Leon eased back in the plush chair and sighed. He was worn out from all the madness that began on his first patrol of the city. He closed his eyes for a second but was shaken by Claire's soft voice. "I think this floor is cleared. Thank god they can't open doors." It was one of the silver-lining qualities of the situation that the mindless zombies lacked the intellect or motor function to work a doorknob.

Claire moved away from the door and walked towards Leon. She sat on the table in front of him and shot him an uneasy grin. "Something wrong, Claire?" he asked with concern. "I'm beginning to think my brother, Chris, didn't stay in Raccoon City. Besides that, my shoulder is sore. I knocked it against a wall while dodging a couple of zombies in the hall downstairs earlier." She replied while arching her back to stretch out her sore muscles. Leon watched her beautiful body stretch and heave her large breasts outward. She wore very short red shorts and a sleeveless red vest that she had unfastened allowing him to see her nipples suddenly defined from beneath her tight black cotton t-shirt. Her perfect ass slid on the tabletop slow and smooth while her arms reached out then over her head. Claire was a beautiful young woman with long brown hair that she wore in a ponytail. 

Leon had entertained sexual thoughts of Claire since he found her trying to escape zombies in the diner. It was only in this moment that he was able to take in the full view of how sensual her young body was.

She turned to face him and caught his eyes wandering her body wantonly. She could see a growing bulge in his uniform slacks. Men in uniform were always a turn-on for her and she couldn't deny how hot Leon looked lounging beside her. "Leon?" she called. Leon jumped slightly, realizing he was transfixed on her flawless form. "Yeah? Sorry, I'm a bit out of it. It's been a helluva night so far." Claire smiled at him again but this time he noticed how wet and full her lips were. He smiled back and shifted himself to relieve his hard-on trapped against his thigh. Claire held her shoulder firmly.

"Let me massage that for you. It seems to be giving you some trouble."

"O.K." she replied. "That would be great."

As Claire turned to remove her vest, Leon quickly grabbed his member and shifted it to a more comfortable position. He could now feel the wet stickiness of his precum against his skin. After she had gotten her vest off, Claire moved in front of Leon turning away and then sitting on the floor between his legs.

From this position Leon got a wonderful view of her ample breasts including the proud peaks of her nipples. He let out a soft breath that Claire noticed. She smiled to herself when she heard this and anxiously awaited his touch. In the sitting position her panties pulled tight in the front and slightly into her slit. She felt the wetness spread into the cotton of her panties and warm her pulsing mound.

Leon's hands reached slowly towards Claire. Her ponytail brushed against his hands like a feather teasing him. He finally touched skin as her warmth and suppleness seemed to energize his growing passions. Claire shuttered at first contact. Her nipples hardened and her body was soon covered in goose bumps.

"I'm sorry." said Leon. "Are my hands too cold?"

"No, no it's not that. Your hands are actually very warm and soft. I'm just a little jumpy."

This she knew was a lie. She just didn't want to admit her lust for Leon. Not yet anyway. She wanted to play this out just right. Nice and slow and sensual. She bit her lip with the realization that it wouldn't all be soft and sweet. Not if she could help it.

Leon worked his hands masterfully. He massaged her shoulders then stroked her neck lightly using his full hands. After a few passes he extended his strokes towards her collar bone and slightly down beneath her shirt collar. Claire made no objections as she let out heavy sighs and wonderful moans. Extending his reach farther, Leon's hands were soon feeling the valley between her round orbs. Claire laid her head back against Leon's throbbing crotch with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted and glistening.

Witnessing the favor of his wanderings, Leon slid his strong hands up and out of her shirt then ever so lightly but fully over the cotton fabric covering her luscious mounds; over her hardened nipples and then down and outward to her waist. He grabbed the bottom of the black shirt and slid it up and over her breasts and let the bunched cloth remain above her chest. Beneath the shirt she wore a lacey black bra that Leon began to trace with his fingers. Claire let out a deep breath and smiled. 

Leon caught hold of the top of her bra on each side and worked it down beneath her warm fleshy tits. They were now sandwiched between her shirt and bra in a perfect frame. Leon's mouth watered as his eyes feasted on the large nipples centered in a 2 inch diameter circle of pale pink. He worked his hands around and underneath her heavy breasts lifting them slightly then letting them fall and then kneading them. He worked at this for a few seconds then stroked along her tits towards the wonderful hardened centers and traced circles around her erect nipples.

"Ohhhhhh, Leon" Claire moaned ever so softly that he almost thought he imagined it. "So beautiful." he shot back instantly just as softly.

Leon began softly pinching and twisting her responsive nipples as she let out sigh after sigh and generous moans of pleasure. Claire bit her lip and inwardly decided she was done being coy. She put her right hand over Leon's as he pulled and tugged harder, then she slid her hand down and unfastened her shorts enough to plunge her hand in and stroke her almost flooded pussy. Leon watched as her hand moved and wiggled beneath her panties with the top of her shorts spread open. Claire's breathing quickened and alternated between long breaths and quick sips of air when she rubbed her clit just right.

Leon's hard cock felt like it would rip his underwear and free itself from his pants. He could also feel the growing area of warm moist juice his penis was leaking.

"Oh god, Claire... you are so hot!" A long moan was all that answered as she ever so slightly opened her eyes to take in his response.

Her body shook. She moved her free hand up and took over squeezing her nipple. As transfixed as he was, Leon managed to use his free hand to unbutton and unzip his trousers. His penis stretched out his underwear still confined and wanting release. He slid his hand down and around his engorged meat; Claire's trembling and moaning making it spasm. He rubbed the head, gathering all that hot precum building up and moved his moistened fingers to Claire's reddened lips. As soon as his fingers pressed against them, she licked his fingers wantonly then took two fingers into her steamy mouth.

She moaned deeply while sucking his fingers tight and fast. Her hand moved quickly beneath her panties while she tugged and stretched out her nipple. Her legs pumped frantically; her body shook. She opened her mouth in a silent scream releasing Leon's fingers.

Within a few seconds, Claire's body relaxed. She continued breathing heavily. Leon watched in awe as she removed her hand from inside her damp panties and began to suck and taste her spent juices from her fingers. Her soft gaze centered on Leon's intense interest of this action. She stood up and carefully removed her shorts and panties making sure Leon got an up close and slow tease watching the thin cloth melt from her damp slit. Her beautiful pussy glistened from her erotic fingering.

All of this was too much for Leon and he quickly leaned forward using his fingers to open her moist rosy lips and gave her snatch a full mouth kiss. He rubbed his lips side to side and inserted his tongue taking in the full sensation of warm sticky sweet cum as she bent over. "Ohhhhh yes, baby!" was all that escaped Claire's panting mouth. With that, Leon thrust two fingers as deep as her could into her tight opening. His tongue went to work searching her clit and upon finding it he sucked tightly. She tasted mildly tart but mostly sweet and oh so warm.

After a short while, Claire couldn't stand it any more but she wanted to savor it all. She pulled away from him and turned around. Leon's face was shimmering with her juices as he stared back at her. She couldn't resist a kiss so she leaned over and planted one on him. She then removed her shirt and bra and gave a short stroke to her erect nipples then got down on all fours and removed Leon's trousers and underwear while he removed his shirt.

Once Leon was completely nude, Claire rubbed his hard muscular chest down to his pulsing erection. His body was toned and shapely. She could tell he took his job seriously and kept in shape. As she held his cock she gently kissed the head and its entire rim. Leon's dick surged again and again each time she found his trigger. Then she eased her mouth over it tightly starting at the tip. By the time she reached the hilt Leon was moaning and squirming.

Claire began expertly sucking faster while closely jerking him off with her hand. She then would alternate playing with his large sack and stroking him as she also alternated speed and tightness of sucking. Feeling that wild urge again she began grazing his cock with her teeth and feeling Leon jerk and moan. He grabbed her by the back of the head and facilitated her deep long strokes.

Leon watched Claire devour his cock again and again while her beautiful apple-shaped ass moved back and forth, up and down. It was all he could do to keep from cumming. It was especially difficult when she'd look up at him and reach down to tug her nipples.

Suddenly Claire stopped sucking him and just lightly stroked his raging member. She kissed her way up his waist to his chest then clamped her mouth onto his right nipple. Leon gasped. She was being a bit rough with it but the hand-job she was giving him kept him from concentrating on the discomfort. Claire kissed up to his neck and began nipping and biting and sucking at it. The passion of the moment kept Leon from noticing that she had climbed completely on top of him in the chair and was positioning his cock under her pussy. 

In one quick movement her vagina was tightly stretched around his dick and sliding like satin all the way down. They let out a mutual gasp then started kissing and exchanging tongues as Claire rocked her hips slowly then grinded deeply on Leon's lap. She leaned back and Leon seized the opportunity to lift her left breast and bent his head to receive her wonderfully large nipple. He sucked and nipped at it as his other hand grabbed at her magnificent gyrating ass. Claire grabbed his head and held it against her chest as she enjoyed the sparks of pleasure from his mastication. 

Leon broke away from his hold on her nipple and kissed and licked her shoulder and neck as she pulled forward. Claire smiled seductively as that naughty little girl voice told her to "give it to him". She grasped the back of the chair tightly then started thrusting fast, hard, long strokes. Harder, harder, faster. Claire was soon climaxing in the pleading moans her lover beneath her.

Leon felt Claire's cunt tighten like a vice and felt for a moment that the force would expel his cock from her seizing hole. He was close to cumming extremely hard but did his best to fight it off because he wasn't ready for this ride to end so soon. "O.K, Leon" he thought to himself "Gotta think about something other then this hot bitch fucking my brains out. God, I can feel her cum running down my balls. No...no... Brains out...brains...zombies. Gross ugly zombies....yeah, yeah that's good." Leon struggled to breathe as he came down from almost certain eruption. 

Claire had almost collapsed upon him but she remained at shallow rocking. Leon worked his hands along her back and over the incredible curves of her ass. After catching her breathe she leaned forward and bit Leon's neck sending an unbelievable chill throughout his body. She started fucking his cock hard and fast again. Leon grasped the arms of the chairs as she hit all the right spots by grinding and jerking her pelvis.

He was close to coming again when something unexpected happened. The door to the office opened and shut in one quick motion. The lovers stopped and shot their eyes to the slim figure at the entrance. Claire covered her breasts but was frozen in position on top of Leon.

"So this is Claire. I see why you were trying to find her."

"Ada!" shouted Leon.

Leon had first met the mysterious Ada Wong earlier while searching the garage in the basement area of the RPD. She was a thin short haired brunette with an olive complexion and a sassy headstrong personality. Ada wore a red shoulder-less top that came up to her neck like a collar and a tight red skirt that revealed her black stocking covered legs. Maybe when all hell broke loose she was in the middle of an exquisite diner party. Leon never asked her; all he knew was that she was looking for her boyfriend John.

Ada interrupted Leon's thoughts, "I was investigating this sector of the building and heard noises and moans. I thought a few zombies were knocking around in here but I see instead I'm found something more entertaining."

A sinister smile grew on her face as she moved towards the couple. Claire lifted herself to get off of Leon and find her clothing but Ada quickly closed the gap and grabbed Claire's ponytail pulling her back down on Leon's shrinking piece.

"Oh no, cutie!!!" Ada forced, "Don't let me interrupt. Let's make the most of this. Now, I want you to move slowly and tease this gorgeous man."

Claire and Leon were shocked but also aroused by the turn of events. Claire began a slow twisting grind as Leon's cock regained stiffness. Ada walked over beside the couple and with a devilish smirk she pulled up her skirt to reveal her black garter belt and red satin panties. Leon and Claire watched as she pulled the crotch aside and dip a single finger between the flaps of her trimmed pussy giving herself a short stroke then removing it. Ada grabbed the hair in back of Leon's head pulling it back slightly and penetrated his lips with her moist finger. Claire watched in rapture as Ada pumped her finger in and out of his hungry mouth. 

Leon felt uneasy with the sudden loss of control, but the situation turned him on more than he had ever been in his life. He enjoyed her finger fucking his mouth. He even began sucking and tonguing it sexually. Ada tasted different from Claire; it was a stronger musky and almost chalky flavor. He savored it just as much and couldn't wait for more.

Ada finally let go of Leon's hair and removed her finger. She then pulled off her top and threw it on the desk nearby. From the look of it, her breasts were smaller than Claire's and upon removing her bra the grinding couple were mesmerized by her puffy brownish nipples. Ada smiled back at them and said, "You like?" They nodded. She removed her skirt and panties then moved closer to them.

"Claire, I want your fingers in me." she demanded while lifting her right leg up and putting her foot on the arm of the chair.

Claire wasn't sure what to do; she had never been with another woman. She hesitated on Leon's lap then put her hand between Ada's spread legs. Ada closed her eyes. Leon stared in amazement feeling his dick jerk inside Claire's warming pussy. Claire gently spread Ada's moist lips and gave her pussy a slow full stroke. Ada moaned and turned to Leon.

"I want you to bite her right nipple." she said in a low stern voice as she grabbed Claire's left breast.

Leon obeyed without hesitating. Claire stopped grinding his lap and savored his warm mouth and tongue on her nipple while Ada squeezed at her other breast. Ada watched the lustful couple and gasped when Claire thrust two fingers fully into her. After a few seconds she began to fuck Ada with her glistening fingers. 

Leon looked up to watch Ada being fingered by Claire as he nibbled harder on the hard nipple in his mouth. Claire slowed her thrusting in Ada when she caught sight of Leon's envy. She made sure to lengthen each stroke as she felt his cock jump inside her in excitement. 

To Ada's surprise, the brunette vixen removed her fingers and placed them hungrily into her own mouth. Leon released her nipple to watch. 

"Oh, you like that, sweetie?!" Ada demanded with a smirk. "Then slide off that nice hard cock and come lay down on this table."

Claire couldn't help the excitement of being so naughty; the anticipation of going down on this sexy woman. She removed herself from Leon's lap and hurried to the table. She laid back and positioned herself neatly on the table top.

Ada watched her young supple body as she moved. She also watched Leon's throbbing member as he lightly stroked it in Claire's absence. It was beautifully covered in Claire's thick juices. 

Leon couldn't believe what was happening. He tried to contain himself and not fumble around like a teenaged geek with these hot women. He tried playing it cool. He stroked himself faintly to avoid cumming as he watched Ada slink up the table and squat over Claire's mouth. Within seconds she had straddled Claire's head and had begun licking the young woman's snatch.

Claire moaned deeply into Ada's flowing pussy. She could feel Ada's tongue working her clit lightly while her own probed deeply into the wonderful cunt above her. Claire had been eaten out by many men in the past but this put all of them to shame. It was the new sensation of hot pussy in her face coupled with the thought of another woman sucking her clit that brought her over. She began bucking against Ada's mouth and emitting loud and muffled moans from deep inside Ada's cunt. 

Leon never wanted to cum more in his life then he did at that moment in watching these women grind and lick and rub each other

Ada felt a wave crash over her when Claire began to climax. Claire's moaning and devouring Ada's pussy made her cum as well. After it all passed, both women intently went into a frenzy of licking and sucking all the thick and sticky cum they had produced.

Ada felt fingers slip inside her once again. "God, this bitch is really enjoying the ride!" she thought to herself. Ada wanted to return the favor and finger Claire but glanced over at Leon. No, she wouldn't finger Claire; not yet. Ada wanted to watch up close as Leon fucked her. She lifted her head from the honey feast and told Leon to come over. She tried to make it sound as forceful as possible. She got off on dominating and she wouldn't let the horny couple forget it. Tonight Raccoon City was in chaos, hell, maybe the world- but tonight she would make them do every freaky and nasty thing she could imagine in case there wasn't a tomorrow.

Leon sprang from his seat and made his way to the scene. He held his dick positioning to insert it into Claire's tight pussy when Ada forcefully grabbed it and took it completely into her mouth and down her throat. She held the shaft tightly, almost painfully as she sucked him harder and faster than he had ever experienced. His eyes rolled back as he groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure.




Resident Evil 2 Ch. 01



Claire could hear and feel Ada sucking Leon. The thought made gave her small tingly orgasms while she began tongue fucking Ada's pulsing hole. She licked that pussy thoroughly feeling like a nice little slut. The sound of Ada slurping on Leon's meat got louder; she was going to cum soon. She worked her mouth around Ada's full clit and began sucking it while she added a third finger to the moist hole.

Leon felt Ada's lips tighten around the head of his dick. Her teeth scraped against it slightly as her ass began to grind downward on Claire. She was giving Ada a first-class eating, that was for sure. Suddenly his cock slipped out of Ada's mouth. She was breathing deeply still as she slid his manhood into Claire's eager box. 

Claire felt Leon glide into her and Ada's tongue begin working her clit into a frenzy. Her mouth opened from Ada's clit; she removed her fingers and drank the cum that seeped out. Leon's hard pole hit every wonderful spot inside her as she licked upward to Ada's tight asshole. 

Ada moaned at the touch of Claire's warm tongue exploring her ass. She looked up to Leon who was pounding harder and faster into Claire.

Leon watched his piece slide in and out expanding the pink lips of Claire's hole. He was going to cum soon and this time he wouldn't hold off. Just then Ada reached to him feeling the flexing muscles of his abdomen and rubbing to his chest and with a vice-like grip pinching his nipples. The energy had built up and was ready to explode at any second. Leon slowed his pace and grimaced as he began pulling out of Claire's hot tunnel when suddenly Ada's hand moved around to his contracting ass, pulling him back completely into Claire. It was too late; he began gushing cum into her. His orgasm was powerful and uncontrollable. He let out loud moans and grabbed the back of Ada's head and forced it down. 

The sensation of Leon's cock pumping and throbbing in her coupled with his moans and Ada's mouth hitting her clit sent Claire into an earthquake of orgasm. The room was bursting of energy and sex. Even Ada couldn't help but shake with light tremors of pleasure.

The trio remained in place as they panted and moaned in the after-glow. Leon slid out of Claire and walked the three steps to the chair and collapsed in it. Ada remained on top of Claire and slowly licked her pulsing pussy from the bottom to the top savoring the mix in juices. With Leon's cum on her lips she looked at him and said, "Don't relax now, lover; you're not done. Come here and lay down on your back."

Leon was spent but after all he did owe Ada a good fucking too. It would be painful and sensitive for a little while but this would be worth it. "I gotta show her RPD's finest, after all." he thought. He let out a large breath and moved to the table, climbed up and laid down next to the naughty girls.

Ada crawled off of Claire and stood up on the floor between Leon's legs and began sucking his semi-erect cock. She squeezed his balls and pulled. The sensation was new to Leon but it took his focus off of how sensitive the head of his cock had gotten. Claire sat up and watched Ada work his cum covered shaft. Ada looked up to her and stopped.

"I said you weren't finished yet!" she demanded. Leon looked at her curiously and went to speak but before a sound could be uttered she gave his sack a tighter squeeze. Leon gasped and threw his head back to the table in a thud. 

"You're not finished, Leon. You have to clean up that beautiful pussy you fucked. Claire, straddle his face and let him lick you clean.

Claire almost orgasmed at the thought of Leon licking his own cum from her seeping pussy. This was by far the kinkiest night she ever had and she loved it completely.

Leon panicked for a second. He wasn't sure he wanted to do this. The thought had crossed his mind in the past but he never intended to follow through with the act. Ada's warm mouth was soon devouring his dick again. He wanted to protest, he wanted to offer to fuck Ada instead but she sucked his cock so well he couldn't bring himself to stop her. 

As Claire squatted over his face he could see the thick white cum leaking out and around her pussy. He tensed up and wanted to avoid it but Ada wouldn't let him. She would force him, he knew she would. That turned him on. This forceful woman making him do things he never would before turned him on to no end. His passion defeated his fear and he grabbed Claire's hips and forced her wet cum-filled pussy to his face. Her lips opened fully and enveloped his mouth and chin.

Ada ceased her suction on Leon and continued with a hand job while she watched Claire's snatch being devoured by Leon. A stream of semen flowed down his neck. Claire then leaned forward blocking Ada's view of the action. She leaned towards her and the two began making out while Ada kept pace in jacking off Leon. 

Leon slobbered all over Claire's juicy slot wildly. He tasted her hot tempered flavor along with his own semen. He was surprised at how good he tasted and worked to find Claire's clit to make her cum and push more semen out to his anxious mouth. He noticed Ada's sucking had ended and that she was giving him a tight hand job. She never seemed to do anything gently. Soon he felt moist warmth envelope the head of his extension. 

With the plump head in her mouth, Claire tongued the rim slowly, taking in the smooth texture. She watched Ada squeeze, knead, and tug at Leon's bulky sack. The feeling of Leon's mouth filling her pussy was interrupted by his tongue flickering against her clit. She was on her way to another mind-blowing orgasm. She took his tool entirely into her mouth, deep to the back of her throat.

Ada fondled the stud's scrotum then began sucking. She sucked and licked her way around and down to his virgin hole. She began giving him what she knew was his first rim job. She was proud of herself for taking control. She could see the apprehension in the couple and pushed them past it. What's more is she MADE them love it. Claire slurped loudly on his cock. Ada could tell she was working on a nice orgasm from Leon's tongue-work. "I know what taboo things will bring this hot bitch to Earth-shattering pleasure." she thought slyly. Ada backed away from Leon's crack and smiled at Claire. She displayed two fingers stretched and pressed together and slowly positioned them beneath his balls and slide them skillfully into Leon's tight sphincter. Claire's eyes widened at the sight at Ada began pumping in and out of Leon. Claire felt him tense up beneath her and cease his oral assault. The kinky scene at first sent small tremors though her but soon erupted in violent spasms of pure bliss.

Ada grinned ear to ear as she watched the young goddess loss herself in ecstasy. Leon's cock was freed from Claire's mouth and bounced around wildly. Ada grabbed it, bent it towards her, and swallowed it down again and again as she pumped his spasming ass. He wasn't cuming but his precum was oozing abundantly. He loved being fucked by a woman. 

Leon grabbed at Claire's shacking ass at each stroke of Ada's fingers deep inside him. Things had gone too far. He didn't want any part of this. When Ada pulled him into her mouth as she fucked his hole he became conflicted. Together the sensation was wonderful. He decided to let it continue a bit longer. Claire's quivering ended and her snatch rubbed against his mouth once again and he lit into it like a man possessed. He inserted three fingers into her thoroughly lubed slot and began fucking her hard and fast.

Claire hadn't completely come down from the last wonderful orgasm when Leon's fingers filled her. She began pushing back, meeting his thrust with her own. Before long her vagina was squeezing his fingers so forcefully that they slid out, but she kept cumming despite their absence.

Claire collapsed on Leon. Ada removed her fingers and detached her mouth from Leon's piece.

"Now that was beautiful, but we're not done yet." Ada cooed. She walked away from her lovers towards the large desk and around to the black leather executive chair. She sat down and leaned it back. It was such a large chair that she could fit someone beside her in it. The couple couldn't see behind the desk but they could tell what she was doing because her arms moved in rhythm towards her lap. 

"What are you waiting for? Get over here!" she insisted.

Claire climbed of off Leon and onto the floor. Her balance was unsteady but she leaned against the table till she regained it and made her way to her new mistress. Leon followed behind with his rock hard cock pointing towards the ceiling and swaying at each step. 

Before the two made it around the desk, Ada grabbed a night-stick from the desktop. Claire paused in her stride when she saw this. Ada took the billy-club and slid the short out shooting handle into her moist vagina and sighed. She slowly pumped it in and out while pinching her own nipple.

"Come on, Claire. This end is for you." she said as she motioned to the small end sticking up. Her legs closed around the long end that pointed down allowing her to stabilize it as Claire obediently approached and mounted the thick stiff end. 

Leon watched excitedly while the kinky women fucked the policeman's weapon. He never thought of using it in quit that manner before but it had merit. They moved slowly up the rigid tool but sighed and cooed and gasped in ecstasy. Ada motioned for Leon to come to her. He moved next to her. She took his penis into her mouth and sucked him slowly. He held the back of her head and shifted focus back and forth between Ada's mouth and Claire's heaving chest.

Claire licked her lips as she watched Ada tease Leon with slow strokes. The night-stick was a little uncomfortable but it was wide and reached deeply into her. She moved on it slowly. She used the opportunity to fondle Ada's firm breasts. She bit her lip as she traced Ada's dark nipple then pinched it and tugged it aggressively. Ada moaned. Claire knew Ada liked it rough. She also knew that Ada liked watching so she grabbed Leon's balls and tugged at them. Ada's pace quickened on Leon's cock. All of a sudden she stopped with it halfway in her mouth as she began to cum around the stiff smooth wood of the night-stick.

After her orgasm she looked up at Leon. "Leon, I want you to go around and fuck this beautiful slut in her tight ass."

Claire's eyes widened. She never tried anal sex because she was always afraid to make the leap but now it looked as though she had no choice. Ada removed the handle from her pussy and leaned Claire forward on the other piece to allow Leon access to her clinched ass hole.

"Lick it first to get it ready." Ada demanded. 

Leon knelt down and slowly moved towards Claire's tiny puckered ass hole. His tongue licked around the blossom slowly. He then licked across it and finally pushed his tongue in and out as much as he could. Claire responded with faint bucking.

After a while, he stood up and pressed the head of his dick against the tense hole. A little more force, a little more, and then suddenly it slide in. Leon had to stop suddenly before he slid in much farther. Claire seized up around him and the thick wood in sudden orgasm. Ada fondled Claire's bulky breast and licked and nipped at her large nipples.

Claire was in such rapture that she was afraid to move. She could feel Leon creeping deeper, stretching her pleasantly along the way. Once he reached his full stroke, he began to pull back and forth slowly. Claire's pussy gripped the night-stick at the sensation. Ada pulled on her nipples aggressively. 

"Fuck me faster!" Claire exclaimed uncontrollably.

Ada smiled and moaned at hearing Claire demanding a hard ass fucking from their male slave. 

Leon began pumping harder and faster feeling the rigid night-stick through the thin membrane between them. Her ass was so tight and kept tightening the more he fucked it. Soon Claire was cumming and screaming, "YES! YES!" 

Leon felt himself about to erupt, "I'm gonna cummmm!" he yelled back.

Ada barked, "Cum on her face, slave!!!"

Without though Leon removed his cock and Claire dismounted her toy and knelt down in front of Leon. He stroked his engorged cock towards Claire's mouth. And in a loud groan he began spurting ribbons of cum across Claire's face, on her lips, in her mouth, and down her breasts.

He let go of his grip and Claire took it over stroking him slowly to get out the still seeping sperm. She licked the building cum from the tip of his cock.

After a few seconds Ada cooed to Claire, "Now come here and let me taste that."

Claire turned to Ada and climbed on top of her. Ada adored the cum splattered on Claire's face. She began licking the semen from Claire's cherry lips as they began making out. She then licked up every cum droplet down to her breasts and nipples.

Leon sat himself on the desk and watched the sexy scene as his penis lay spent, still semi-hard. After the gorgeous tongue-bath Ada gave Claire she called Leon over and kissed him deeply. Leon's mouth was suddenly filled with his own cum from Ada's collection. They exchanged it back and forth and shared with Claire. The trio rubbed each other and kissed for several minutes before getting dressed. 

From a peephole in the wall behind the desk, Chief Irons put away his spent cock. "That was a nice show." He thought. "I think I'll need to prepare for my new pets." He took the silent elevator back down to his dungeon from the hidden room. "Yes, gotta prepare for my pets."



Resident Evil 2



Breaking the kiss as another crash hit the door, he moved his lips down her neck as he rubbed her back. Her sighing breath was hot in his ear as he bit gently at her soft skin. Without a word he slid hands up her side and pushed off her small red vest. The sound of it hitting the floor was lost to them as he kissed her again. 

She gasped slightly when she felt him run his hands along her side and finally begin to gently message her breast. He leaned her back against the couch until she was sitting, still rubbing her chest and kissing her at the same time. As she ran her hands through his hair and sighed sweetly in his ear he again broke the kiss and looked at her with a soft expression as if silently asking for permission.

Claire smiled and touched his face. Her hands warm and shaky. Still looking directly into her eyes he slid his hand down the side of her body and back up to her belly. With a snap of his fingers he unbuttoned her shorts and lowered the zipper. He felt her stiffen as his hands slipped under the fabric and rest just above her most sensitive spot.

Pulling her against him with the arm he had under her back, he kissed her again as he lowered his hand further down her pants. She gasped, breaking the kiss as his fingers slid over her clit. She was already soaked with anticipation. She cried out softly as he slid two fingers inside her. Her body tensed as he began to push them in and out of her.

Leon kissed her again as he continued to pleasure her. Her gasps and moans fueling his abnormal behavior, he removed his hand form her pants and pulled her up. She stood shakily as he carefully pulled her pants down. She turned to face him, blushing madly and about to protest but before she had the chance, he spun her back around and backhanded the equipment off of the counter.

Photo processing chemicals and utensils clattered to the floor but the massive banging on the door drowned the sound out. Taking her hand he gently pushed her, leaning her over the counter as he unbuckled his pants. Standing behind her he touched her gently. She sighed deeply as his touch and gasped when she felt his rock hard cock rub against her leg.

Positioning himself behind her, he took her hand and pushed himself into her body. She cried out loudly as Leon withdrew and pushed himself in again, somewhat harder this time. As she clutched his hand tightly he began to move faster, keeping a steady rhythm. Each thrust of his body resulted in a sharp but sensual moan from Claire. Her ponytail bobbed with the momentum of her body as Leon began to move a little quicker.

Losing energy, he collapsed on top of her but kept moving. Breathing heavily he moaned deeply in her ear as she cried out. Every muscle in her body tightening preparing to hit its max, she cried out his name. He felt her tighten around his as he pumped harder into her. The pounding on the door becoming more frequent and ten times as loud. The room shook as he plowed into her, grunting and clawing with each thrust.

He could feel himself reaching his limit when he spun her around to face him. Lifting her legs around him, he continued. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she gasped between moans. Feeling his body reach its max he pulled her against him and kissed her deeply as he exploded into her tight pussy. She cried out with him, breaking the kiss as his hot fluid set her off again. She leaned heavily against him as she stumbled over to the couch, letting her down gently.

"L...Leon..." She gasped as he held her.

"Shhh.." He interrupted, placing his finger on her lips. " Claire... I promise.. I will stay with you until the end..." He kissed her forehead as another crash struck the door directly followed by another. The metal of the door bent inward and with the next strike, the door burst open with a thunderous crash. The file cabinet soaring across the room and crashing loudly into where the two had just been standing, papers and folders flying every where.

As Claire screamed and curled herself against him, Leon raised his gun and fired.



Resident Evil 4 Ch. 01



***** 

I do not own any of this character. All is belong and copyright of Capcom. This story is around the middle of the game after Leon had save Ashley but then Ashley got herself captured again in the castle. While Leon is again looking for Ashley, something unexpected had happen to Ashley.

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Resident Evil 4 – Trap

"Leon...". That is what Ahsley had shouted when she got herself trap. She regrets deeply that she reacted harshly to Leon just now. The wall had completed its 360 degree turn. The iron bar trapping her suddenly release unexpectedly, causing her to fell down. 

"Damn it!" whispered Ashley.

"What a pleasure to have you back here Miss Graham" a voice spoke out suddenly.

Ashley looks up and is shock to find Osmund Saddler staring down at her and smiling pleasantly. A group of priest wearing black cloak is standing behind the High Priest. She isn't sure how many of them are there. 

"Hold her!" command Osmund. Two of the priest came over and got hold of Ashley.

"No! Let me go you bastard! If Leon find you, he will blow your head off!" screamed Ashley.

The High Priest smile and said "Brave word Ashley. However, I have prepared a little surprise for our friend. I however unlike you, am not so confident that he will manage to reach here."

Ashley felt a jolt in her stomach when she hears his words. She is now worried if Leon will manage to rescue her. She looks around the room for a means of escape. She found out that she is in a room with no windows, only a door directly behind the priest. 

"Looking for a way to escape? Don't even think about it. You have manage to escape once, do you seriously think I will allow you to do it again."

Still Ashley did not speak, waiting what will happen to her.

"I will not tolerate disobedience. I told you not to run away, but you did so earlier, sacrificing quite a number of my 'men'. Disobedience in my area will be punish, and the punishment has been prepared Miss Graham."

"Wha..what you want to do to me?" whispered Ashley fearfully.

"Oh come on, I brought it a group of my men. All of them are men, what do men do to girls that they capture, Ashley?" said Osmund sweatly. 

Fear creep thorough Ashley. She knows what is going to happen. They are going to rape her. 

"NO!NO! LET ME GO!" shouted Ashley while struggling to free herself but the priest holding her shows no reaction to her struggle or words. They just keep their firm grip on her.

"Enjoy yourself boys" said the High Priest and leave the room through the door that Ashley had seen.

"No! Please let me go! I didn't do this before! Please! I promise I won't run away again, please let me go!" pleaded Ashley. 

The priests however show no reaction to her words, again.

The priests holding her with inhuman strength toss her to the middle of the room. She landed hard on the cold floor. "Ahh" she cried.

Ashley begins to get up and run but the priests got her before she can even get up. Four of them pin her down on the flood. One of them on each limb. She felt the coldness of the floor creep into her. 

She struggles to free herself but there is no use. It just drains her off her strength. The priests are just too strong for her to overcome. One of the priest start fondling her generous size breast through her orange sleeveless cotton shirt. She saw the priest smile. Actually smile, she never excepted them to be able to smile as all she saw they do is moan and mumble some idiotic mantra. 

Her thought is broken with one of the priest touching her pussy. "No!" She struggle to cover it with her leg. The priest ignores her and continues to rub her pussy. Unwillingly she felt her pussy start to get wet. The priests got more exited seeing her pussy is wetting her white panty. 

"No! Please no! Stop!" shouted Ashley again.

Ignoring her, the priest(priest1) took off her panty and through it away, leaving her green skirt on. Priest1 thrust two off the fingers into her pussy causing Ashley to moan involuntarily. "Ahhh"

While the priest is moving his finger in and out of her pussy, another priest(priest2) land his mouth on her's. Priest2 start kissing her and sticking his tough into her mouth. The mouth taste horrible as though he had not brush his teeth for a year. 'Its so disgusting' screamed Ashley in her thought. 

She struggle to free her mouth from priest2 and fortunately, manage to do so. When the kiss broke off, her attention is return back to her pussy. Priest1 has increased the rhythm of his thrusting.

Ashley moan while priest1 continue to thrust his fingers into her. "Ahh, ah, ahhhhhh!" Suddenly she fell her first ever orgasm wash through her. Her body tightened and she fell drain of her energy. Tears roll down her soft check. She has always thought that her first orgasm will be with the one she love.

The priests however took no notice of her tears. They had even got more exited when they saw that she has reached her orgasm. Another priest(priest3) took off her shirt forcibly. However Ashley had tried to struggle has come to no vial. Once the shirt is off, her breast is exposed to the room of priests. She did not wear any bra under the shirt. Priest3 said one word only, "Slut" and laugh softly.

Priest3 grab both her breast and start massaging them. He bite on her right nipple causing her to moan, "Ahh! No it hurts. Stop!" 

Priest3 continue to bite her nipple until it is hard and proceed with the next side. Priest1 had stop thrusting his fingers into her, he is now licking Ashley's belly button. Ashley felt as though her stomach is being tickle and move uncomfortably. 

She had given up struggling as it is to no use. She now can only cry silently.

Ashley felt her pussy is getting wetter while the priests continue with their licking and biting. Finally satisfied, both of the priest stop. Except for the four priests pinning her down, the rest of them have begin to disrobe. Ashley is shock to see they all of them have pale skin color and most importantly, a dig that is more than 8 inch.

"No!" is the only thought came to Ashley.

"That won't fit. Please don't do it! Please!"

Ignoring her pleas, priest1 thrust his dick into her pussy mercilessly. The first thrust causes Ashley to shout. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Her scream fill the room. Priest1 thrust into her full force causing her to move up the floor even with four of them holding her(just imagine hold hard he is doing it). 

Every thrust causes Ashley to scream, not moan.

"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!"

Priest1 moan while thrusting into her, enjoying the sensation. "Urg, urg, urg!"

While priest1 is pumping her hardly, priest3 sit down on Ashley's stomach causing her struggle to breath. Priest3 place his dick between her breasts and use her breast to pump his dick. Similar to priest1, he also pumps with full force. 

In the same time, priest2 lick Ashley's nose until it is full of saliva. Then he forces her to open her mouth. Ashley knowing his intention keeps her mouth shut. After a short struggle, priest2 loses his temper and punch Ashley in the face causing her to moan in pain. Priest2 took the opportunity to thrust his nine inch dick into her mouth. Her soft virgin mouth. 

Caught unprepared, Ashley choke and had problem breathing. Ignoring her trouble, priest2 thrust into her mouth, in, out, in, out, into her throat. Again Ashley choke. She felt like her face is going to tear apart with the priest pumping so hard into her mouth. To be more accurate, her whole body felt like it will be torn apart.

With the dig in his mouth, all she can manage now is to moan. "ahh, ah, ahh"

Blood appear on the dick of priest1. The prove of Ashley virgin is taken. Priest1 noticing the blood got exited and reach orgasm.

Ashley felt the body of the priest fucking her pussy tighten. Knowing he is about to cum, she try to shout for him not to cum in her. But with the dick in her mouth, all she manage is "aurg ah"

Priest1 moan loudly while cumming "URGHHH!". He flood her pussy with greenish sperm. The sperm felt cold. More tears roll down Ashley's cheek when she notice what had happen. 

"That bastard cum in me!" was all she thought off.

Spent, priest1 move aside and allow priest4 to continue his work. Priest4 seeing the blood on her pussy start to suck it. "Slup, slup" she heard him sucking. She almost throws over but avoid doing so when priest2 cum in her mouth. There are so much sperm that she is force to swallow it. She felt soo dirty.

Ashley felt her second orgasm coming to her with priest4 sucking her pussy. Her body tightens and she moans with disgust. "Aurhhhh!"

Another priest had taken the place of priest2 in her mouth and now is pumping her. Satisfied with his that there is no blood remains on her pussy, priest4 push his dick into her and start pumping.

Priest3 had finally cum and shoot his sperm all over Ashley causing her face to cover with greenish liquid. He move aside and another took his place. They continue to assault her this way until priest1 decided to join again. He motions the priest2 to lay flat on the floor.

Then Ashley is carry and forcibly insert into priest2's dick. They push her to lay flat on him. Her breast crushing on his chest. Priest1 open her ass cheek and rub some sperm over it. Knowing the intention of the priest, she shouted "NOOO!"

That was all she manage to say before another priest thrust his dick into her mouth. Priest1 thrust his again harden dick into her asshole. Ashley scream through the dick in her mouth. The pain is unbearable. She fainted.

The priests oblivious to what had happen to her continue to rape her. Other priests that has no hole to insert to surround her and start masturbating. They continue to pump in her and masturbate until they all cum together, flooding her mouth, pussy and ass with their sperm. Even her body now is cover with sperm(even her dress and boots, that they had prefer to leave it on). When they are done, another will take their places. Her pussy had been rape by at least nine of the priest. 

A small bulge is form in her stomach that if full of sperm. Priest1, noticing her had fainted wake her up. He slaps her again and again on the face until she woke. Slowly, Ashley opens her eyes and priest1 stop slapping. 

"No! Please no more!" whispered Ashley.

Priest1 smile and step hardly on the bulge form on her stomach. Ashley shouted in pain "Arghhh!"

Sperm in her leak out through her asshole and pussy. Priest2 got hold of her hair that is now sticky of sperm and drag her towards the puddle sperm leak out her. He throw her, face down onto the sperm. 

"Lick"

Ashley fell disgusted. "No! No, you monster. Didn't you have enough? NO! I won't lick it" Ashleyu screamed.

Priest3 move behind her and place a leg on her back. He then pull both the arms backward. Ashley screamed in pain "Arghhhhh!"

"Lick"

"No!"

Priest3 pull even harder. "ARGHHH!"

"Lick"

Crying, Ashley nods her head in defeat and agreement.

Priest3 let go off her. Ashley begins to lick the puddle of sperm. It seems to take forever to finish licking the sperm. When she is done, she felt so humiliated that she thought of suicide.

The priests laughing silently (and wickedly) leave the room. Once the door is close, Ashley vomited.

*To be continued... Please provide some comment so that I can determine whether to continue. Thanks 



Resident Evil 4 Ch. 02



***** //This paragraph together with the star should be in Italic style
I do not own any of this character. All characters belong and copyright of Capcom. 
*****

Well, I will put in some detail on what happen after Ashley was raped by the group of men that called themselves priest. A short time after the priests left, another two of them came in and rape her some more. After that they clean her roughly and put her back into her clothes. They then place her back into the metal bars. Too tired too bother with what their going to do to her later, she ignored them and fell asleep.

Later, Ashley was awaken by the sound of gun shot and found out that finally Leon has arrived. Well, I don’t want to go to deep in case it spoilt the game. I will just fast forward a little, Leon help Ashley to escape and they move on trying to find a way to remove the ‘egg’ planted in them. They reach a part of the castle with a stone bridge. 

“What is that?” ask Ashley pointing at a con shape ‘thing’ hanging on ‘something’ that can’t be seen clearly. The unidentified object is like out heart, dap dup, dap dup!

“Let me guess? Another creation of the Amazing Osmund?” answered Leon sarcastically.

Leon stops moving as he heard a buzzing sound. Before he could so much as identified the source of the sound, an insect(with the size of a human) like creature zoom down and got hold of Ashley.

“LEONNNN!” was ALL Ashley manages to shout before the ‘insect’ flew her away. Across the wall surrounding Leon.

Ashley panic as she is caught by the insect. She tried hard to fight out of its grasp but fail. Like the priest, it is strong. Soon the insect land her on something hard and rough.

Ashley looks around and knows that this is the nest of the insect. The insect carrying her just now make a high pitch screech. Using this chance, Ashley takes a good look at the insect. It look like a fly though it had a much slender body. It mouth had a hook on each side. Its grayish in color.

When the insect finally stop screeching, another five of them came out into the nest. It is impossible to differentiate them as they all look alike. 

‘What are they planning?” thought Ashley. 

Ashley thought is answer when one of them jumps forward and pin her on the ground.
‘NO! NO! Please not again! Even insects have to do this to me’ thought Ashley. “NOOO!” screamed Ashley. The insect irritated by the scream, spit some slime onto Ashley’s mouth and it frozen there, disabling her ability to speak.

All she manage to blur out now is “Ouu, uug ee oul!(NO! Let me go!)”.

Satisfied, the insect return its attention back to her gorgeous body. These insects have a curious nature after being infected by the virus of Osmund. Their brain works better now although not as good as human’s. They plan to test their sex organ on a female human too determine how they will react. They can’t test their sex organ among themselves as all of them are of the same sex.

While insect1 pin her down using its legs, insect2 walk over and uses its hook to pull down Ashley’s panty. As this is a difficult task for them(not having hand), insect2 just leave it at her ankle. Then it proceeds to pushing her cotton shirt above her generous size breast. Once her breast is expose, something slimy and long(like a rope) come out of the insect’s mouth and start licking her nipples, making them hard. 

Then it ties its ‘tongue’ around her nipple and pull, hard. Ashley moan in pain but unfortunately her mouth is cover and much of the sound is dim. Satisfied, insect2 start licking her pussy. Ashley twitches and turn as she felt the sensation cause by the tongue. Its tongue lick faster and faster and Ashley has begin to moan. 

“Ahh, ngahh,ahh…”

The pleasure cause by the tongue is too much for Ashley and she cum. “ngggggggg..”, she moan in pleasure and her back bend like a bow. She just got her reach her orgasm.

‘NOT AGAIN!’ thought Ashley in dismay.

Seeing that Ashley had cum so soon does not please the insect. They want to play we her for a longer time. Feeling frustrated, insect2 make another high pitch screech and this time 7 worm like thing appear. Of course, it is much bigger compare to the usual worm. They are as big as the size of Ashley palm. 

The worms crawl towards Ashley and wait for the command from the insect. Insect2 let out a small screech and the worms immediately spring into action. Two of the worms leap onto Ashley’s breast. Both the worms open their mouth, round like a circle and begin to suck on her nipples. Their sucking is long and hard. Ashley felt her body start to response to the stimulation on her nipples.

Another of the worm actually force its way into Ashley’s pussy. The shock Ashley tried to squeeze it out using her pussy muscle but to no use. Ashley felt like she is squeezing a slimy object that will shrink and expand like water. It continues to wrinkle its way into her pussy little by little and soon its whole body is embedded into her. Then it begins. The worm begins to twitch and turn in between her pussy.

In the same time, another worm tries to squeeze its way into her asshole. Shock, Ashley shouted in despair but again inaudible with her mouth glued. This proves a difficult task for the worm as Ashley asshole is small in size. However, ignoring Ashley’s discomfort, it thrust forcefully into her and, ‘slup’ with the audible sound it went up into her. This worm also begins to twitch and turn.

Ashley felt so much pain cause by the worms but soon she forget the pain as pleasure pours into her against her will. The rest of the worm start licking all over Ashley from top to bottom using their small snake like tongue. 

Ashley twitch and turn as the worms twitch and turn in her together with their licking, she reach her next orgasm. She cum so hard the she shouted loudly. Even with her mouth cover, the sound is audible. ‘Arggggggggggh!’ she shouted as she cum.

‘Pop’, both worms exited her and together with the rest, retreated to where they came from. After the worms have come out of her, she felt pain in both her pussy and her asshole. She look down and saw that both her hole has blood dripping out of it. The worms forceful penetration has cause her to bleed.

The insects seems please that she bleed and saw that if they can do so, they will have smile, broadly.
Disgusted she yelled, “Freaking bastard!”  However, she had forgotten that her mouth is cover and she choke on her own word. But the insects seems to understand her and suddenly turn angry.
With a sweep of insect1’s claw, it got hold of Ashley’s right leg and pulled her up, letting dangling in midair. With another claw, it got hold of her next leg and spread it. She is now hanging upside down with her leg pull apart and pussy exposed but did not bother. After her first two trials, she is too tired to protest further. She doesn’t have and tears left to roll down her cheek(Though I did not mention her crying).

Insect1 proceed to insert its long and slimy tongue into her pussy and start to push it in and out. In and out. Ashley just let herself hang there motionlessly like a puppet. Insect2 creep behind her and penetrate her asshole using its large penis. Yes, insect with a penis. Like I said earlier, these insects have been modified.

This caught her attention as the pain is too much to bear but only for a while. When she got use to the insect thrusting into her ass, she again ignore it. Insect1 stop thrusting its tongue and begin playing with her clitoris. Lick, circle it and lick some more. 

Although Ashley’s body respond to the sensation but Ashley simply did not bother any more. Even when she cum, she didn’t even so much as moan. A short while later, she felt insect2’s penis tighten and pull out of her ass. Insect2 cum and shoot its cum all over her buttock. Next insect immediately took its place and thrust into her, this happen continuously until and has their turn and her buttock is cover with black sperm. Insect1 only engrossed in playing with her pussy using its tongue.

Suddenly, insect1 let her go and she fell down hard on the floor. A shadow fell over her. She look up and saw a giant insect looming over her. It is at least three times the size of the insect that rape her just now. 

‘No! No! Please no this! I won’t be able to take it!’ thought Ashley numbly.

The giant insect spit something out and she noticed that her mouth now is free and may speak.

“No, no! Please, not you!” beg Ashley. However, her pleading turn to deaf ears. Two of the claws of the giant got hold of both her hand and raise her up. She raise her head in the same time and notice the giant penis underneath the insect’s abdomen. Roughly 9 inches in diameter with small lump all over it. She is so shock and did not even notice until giant thrust her onto its cock.

Her pussy is wet enough for the giant cock to enter her after all the earlier stimulation but the pain is still too great. She shouted and shouted as the giant insect pull her out and push her in to its cock. 

“AHH! AHH! ARGHH! AHHHH!” was the continuously shouting of pleasure and pain of Ashley Graham.

The giant insect let go of her and she fell down. It continues to thrust into her this way causing her more pain. Her back is arch, legs almost touching her head due to the combine force of the giant’s thrusting and weight. The lump on its cock tear the wall of her pussy causing great pain. She shouted even louder. 

Suddenly both Ashley and the giant insect stiffen and both cum. Ashley screamed, “ARRRHHHHHHHHHHH!” and the giant screech too load for the ear to bear. The cum shoot by the giant cause Ashley too actually shot out of its cock. She lay and few meter away from the now exhausted penis of the giant with purple sperm all over the ground, leak from her pussy and the giant’s penis.

The pleasure is great but the pain is even worse for Ashley, both physically and mentally. After this rape, she now she will never be the same. Her pussy now is bleeding worse than it had been before and of all she knew, she might not be able to bear a child in the future.
*To be continue…Please provide some comment so that I can determine whether to continue. Thanks



Resident Evil 4 Ch. 03



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I do not own any of this character. All is belong and copyright of Capcom. This time I will write about Ada Wong. This story begins where Ada gave Leon a ride on the speed boat and then using her grappler to move up the cliff while nearing the shore leaving Leon.

And, please, jackal_man, I didn't copy you. I have already thought of writing about Ada for a long time. Just don't have the time.

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"That is a much as that I could do to help him!" thought Ada. She had just landed on a narrow cliff. 

Ada heard footsteps behind her and whirl around and start firing the moment she saw the 'zombie' if you could call them that. As far as she knows, the zombies that she meet before coming to this place, they are dumb and can't even run.

Now, it is as though they have went through an upgrade though Umbrella might not be involve. Not only can they run, they can even use a weapon.

BAM! BAM! Two more of them went down. 

Rustle! SHIT! She realize too late that one of them sneak up from behind. Careless of her. She felt a sharp pain around her head and lose conscious.

The zombie that knock her out grin widely.

.......

Ada woke up and found that she is hanging in the middle of the air. Her hand is tie up on a trailer. The upper part of her blood red gown is pull down and her breast is expose to the cold night. She can fell that her panty had been remove though the lower part of the gown still cover her private. The cold weather causes her nipple to harden. 

'Shit! Don't tell me now they are even horny.' thought Ada. She look around her and found that she is hanging on top what must be a small lake. However, the water inside the lake is not clear but green in color. Surrounding the lake is around 50 of those zombies. 

'I'm in deep shit'. She shouted, "Let me go you mindless morons! Or if I manage to get myself of, you had better watch out."

All those zombies grin and start cheering. Suddenly, she felt the trailer move and she descent into the lake. The moment her leg touches the water, she jerk. "Its cold, Damn it!" she cursed them. However, not of them heard her and the descent continue. The water or more accurately, liquid not only is green in color but it is slimy as well.

The meaning of 'slimy' means that is felt like sperm sticking all over the body. Ada fully submerged into the lake and her gown is soaked and her body is cover with the slime.

After a short while, she is running out of air and become desperate. She kick and move trying to free herself but to no use as the bond is too tight. She open her mouth instinctively to get some air but ended up drinking the slime that make her cough. Suddenly, she felt weak. She can barely lift a finger.

'Why? Am I going to die here. No! It is that liquid. It must have contain something that weaken me' thought Ada.

Then she felt herself being pull out of the lake. The very moment she is out of the lake, hands grope her breast, ass, legs or in short every part of her body. Ada is not stranger to sex but to being rape, no one had manage to do her forcefully until now. 

"You beast! Stop now or you will regret it!" Ada attempted to shout it but only manage it in whisper as she is still weak.

A growl from somewhere and the fumbling stop. A fat zombie move into view and Ada eye him with anger, lying there half exposed, hair, body and gown cover in slime. She is ashamed of herself for not being more careful.

The Fat zombie laugh and sit on her stomach. "Oof!" whimper Ada. "God damn it! You are fucking heavy fat ass!" Ada manage to say, without much force.

As though understanding her, the Fat zombie slap her hard on the right check. Shock shows on Ada's face after being slapped. She has never been slap before since child. She spit at the zombie. 

This cause the Fat Zombie to be even angrier and slap her harder. He hold her left breast using a hand and drag her to her feet. Ada growl in pain but could do nothing as she is weak. When she is on her feet, the Fat Zombie carry her up and toss her a few meter from where he is standing. 

Ada landed and again growl in pain. Though nothing is broken, the impact of the throw is enough to cause her much pain. Ada turn her head and glare at Fat zombie, vowing she will have her revenge.

Fat zombie saw her glaring and run towards her giving her a kick on the stomach, as though like he is kicking a ball.

"Urrrrrrrg!" Ada vomited from the kick.

Satisfied, Fat zombie unzip his pants and the huge dick appear. A diameter of 4cm and long of 20cm.

Ada is shock to see it and struggle to move away. But Fat zombie grap her and spit on her. He move her gown aside to expose her pussy. He laughed wickedly and carry her up to show everyone her pussy.

Ada felt so ashamed and keep shaking her head, "No! Let me go!" but no one heed her. He throw Ada onto the ground and motion for two zombies to hold her. He took a can and pee into it and then motion the others to do the same. 

Ada saw this and know what they are planning, "No! Don't do that you bastard!" She struggle but as I say, still weak. When the can is full, the force her do drink it. She struggle, moving her head left and right. 

Fat zombie held her head and force her the can. She still refuse to open her mouth so he pinch her nose to stop her breathing. Eventually Ada has to open her mouth to breath. The moment she open it, Fat zombie pour everything into her mouth. She drank some of them and the rest is all over her face. It taste like rotten apple and she vomited.

While she is vomiting, Fat zombie thrust his monstrous dick into her pussy. The huge thing stretch her pussy to the maximum.

"ARRRRRRRRGH!!" Ada shouted in pain.

Fat zombie thrust into her with all his might. Her breast jiggling up and down from the thrust causing him to be more excited. He thrust even harder.

Blood start to come out of her pussy, the more he thrust the more blood comes out. Thrust and thrust, every thrust cause Ada more pain. Finally what seems like eternity, he cum. Shooting all his sperm into her. He cum for almost 2 minute, continuously shooting sperm into her. Her pussy is so full that the sperm leak out. Then she cum as well, "Arrrgggggggggggghhhhhh!" she moan. Her body jerk violently and then lay still, breathing hard.

Fat zombie pull his limp thing out of her pussy and pull her to him. He lick her nipple tasting it and bite it until it bleed. "Arrg!" groaned Ada. She hardly feel anything now after being treated this way.

When Fat zombie sees blood, he stops and tosses her to the group waiting impatiently for her body. The rest of the zombies fumble her everywhere and fuck every hole they found on her. Ignoring her pain altogether. They shoot their cum into her pussy, ear, nose, mouth and eyes.

One of the zombie shit in front of her. The smell of it cause her to vomit some more. Seeing this, the zombie pick up the shit and throw it on to her face. The rest of shit he stuff it up her asshole with the help of two other zombies.

Then they rape her virgin ass hole as well. Shooting cum and urine into her, causing it to bleed.

After the 15th orgasm, she felt the affect of drinking the lake water wear off. She felt her strength is returning. She has already seen where her weapon is put, she only needs to get it.

She turn and faced her rapist and give him a headbut. The zombie totally unprepared of this is KO! She give a spinning kick to another three of the zombies, ignoring the pain she if feeling. Then she charge towards her weapon. When she is about to reach it, Fat zombie move in front of her view, standing between her and her weapon. She did not stop. Instead, she charge and kick him right between the legs with all her might.

"Oghhh!" groan Fat zombie. 

"This is payback!" shouted Ada. She grabbed her weapon and free herself. Then all hell break lose.

When Ada is done, she is surrounded by the corpse of her rapist. She drop on the ground breathing hard. Involuntarily she shudder and the cum and shit in her asshole come out. Disgusted by herself, she cried. Only for a moment. She returned back to herself and clean herself up.

Then, she move on.

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Resident Evil 4: Leon and Ashley



"Come on," Leon said as he helped Ashley out of the water and onto the jet ski, "Let's go home."

"Sounds like a great idea. Mission accomplished, right Leon?"

"Not quite. I still have to get you home safe." 

He revved the jet ski's engine and it shot across the waves. Soon, they neared a deserted beach. The sun was shining and the weather was beautiful, a stark contrast to what they had endured around the village of the Los Iluminados. Behind him, Leon felt Ashley's arms tighten a bit. 

"So uh, after you take me back to my place, how about we do some...overtime?"

Leon chuckled a bit. "Hmph. What do you mean by that?"

Ashley's hand drifted down, down...between his legs. "I think you know."

Leon drove the jet ski up onto the beach and dismounted. He looked down at Ashley. Her wet clothing was clinging to her body. A few strands of blond hair fell across her forehead, adding to the teasing look she was giving him. He had to remind himself not to stare.

"Ashley, I can't. You're the President's daughter. I can't take advantage of you like that."

"You wouldn't be taking advantage, Leon." Ashley said with a flirtatious smile.

Leon swallowed nervously as he tried not to imagine those full lips wrapped around his cock. Shaking his head to clear it, he offered his hand to Ashley.

"C'mon. It's a long way back to civilization."

* * *

The sun was just starting to set, and Leon sat on a large, smooth rock watching it descend toward the water when he felt Ashley come up behind him and start kissing his neck.

The two had walked along the beach for a bit, Leon trying to get his bearings. As night started to fall, they found a nice clearing in the forest just a few hundred feet from the beach. They stopped there to rest.

"Ashley, we can't."

"Why not?" she asked, still kissing his neck.

"I could lose my job."

She smiled. "I won't tell anyone. And I'll put in a good word for you if you fuck me now."

Leon struggled not to think about how good that sounded.

"Just one time?" he asked, his desires starting to override his sense of duty.

She smiled again, knowing she had won. 

"Whatever you want, Leon. Whatever you...desire." She said, drawing out the last word.

This job does have its perks, Leon thought as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

* * *

"Mmmm," Ashley moaned as she let Leon's cock slip out of her mouth. "Big boy."

She had taken charge and stripped Leon. His gun belt and shoulder holster lay next to the boulder he was still sitting on, and she had thrown his shirt back somewhere into the trees. She had paused to slip off her panties from underneath her skirt before unzipping his pants and taking his length into her skilled mouth. 

Leon took a deep breath as she licked and sucked him. "Ooooh shit, Ashley."

Ashley moaned around her mouthful of cock. "Mmmm....mmmm...mhm" She savored it, sucking and licking Leon like a lollipop. 

As the sensation began to build, Leon pulled Ashley up and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss. She moaned in delight as he did so, then gasped as he pulled back and yanked her shirt over her head leaving her in her boots, short skirt, and a black lacy bra that barely contained her full C-cup breasts.

"Oh God, Leon. I can't wait anymore. Fuck me please!"

Leon obliged. He grabbed her hips, picking her up and pushing her back into a nearby tree. She wrapped her legs around him as he buried his cock in her to the hilt. 

"Huuuhhh! Oh...so big, Leon!" Ashley moaned as he began fucking her in earnest. She captured his lips in another wet and hungry kiss as he thrust into her. She was pulling him deeper into her with her legs and began to writhe and moan. 

Leon began to kiss Ashley's neck as he yanked down her lacy bra, not wanting to take the time to unsnap it. The bra bunched underneath her breasts pushed them up and together, and Leon quickly moved his mouth to kiss them as he repeatedly buried his cock in her. "Uh...mmm, Ashley....you are so fucking hot."

"Oh, yes...fuck me...oh, Leon...huh!" Ashley cried, her moans getting louder. Leon sped up, and she felt an orgasm approaching.

"Yes...Leon...I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" She cried out, her pussy clamping down on him as a mind-blowing orgasm hit her.

Leon felt his own moment approaching. "Oh yes, Ashley...you are so fucking tight. I'm gonna...cum. Right fucking now. Where do you want it."

Bouncing as Leon fucked her, impaled on his cock, Ashley managed to gasp out. "Uh! In...my mouth!"

Leon pulled out of her, and she fell to her knees in front of him, taking his marvelous cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down faster and faster on his cock, moaning around him as she did so. "Mmmm....mmmm!"

She looked up at him, and the sight of those sexy eyes meeting his was all it took for Leon. He exploded in her mouth, shooting stream after stream of cum down her throat. She swallowed it all, then smiled up at him.

"Mission accomplished, eh Leon?"



Resident Evil 5: After Africa



*Disclaimer: I don't own Jill or any references to the game Resident Evil. This may not be a story for any hardcore RE fans. I simply wanted to tell an erotic tale that took place after the events of RE5 and this is what came out. Please don't send me any angry messages saying "she would never do..." or whatever. Oh, and I know that there are bound to be spelling and grammer issues. My spell checker is on the fritz so I had to edit this on my own. Anyway, that being said I hope everyone enjoys this one. Any constructive critisism would be highly appreciated.*



"Jill's Journal: unknown date. It's been thirteen days since I escaped the horrors of Africa thanks to..." her lips hung onto the name for a moment, "Chris."

A rickety, once beige jeep kicked up clouds of dust that where as thick as fog on a chill wet, morning. It creaked and groaned, complaining of years of hard-worn abuse as it traveled once more over a dirt road somewhere on the fringes of society.

"It's been nearly thirteen days since I've been on the run. On the run from everything I did, from what I became in that hell. From what Wesker made me do and what he turned me into. He got what he deserved, though. That much brings me a little comfort. I've all but forgotten those days, hell... those months as his puppet, like waking from a dream. Or a nightmare."

Night was falling across the sparsely decorated plains of eastern Europe, blowing cool winds over of the sun-parched land. On the horizon thick, near-black clouds loomed with the promise of relief from the drought.

"I don't know where I am anymore. And, I don't care either. I'm looking to put as much distance between me and my past as I can. With what little money I have I'll start anew. I found my old clothes in a locker. Evidently, Wesker was more sentimental than I gave him credit. It's nice to be out of that suit and back into a loose skirt and a tight top."

The soles of her knee-high boots stepped down hard on the gas peddle. The rickety, old jeep bounced its way over a stone bridge just in time for sundown. It was a small town, former soviety judging by the architecture. Its streets where mostly dirt or cobblestone in some areas, and dirty to say the least. The jeep came to a stop in front of a large, grey building with neon lights screaming something in Russian. Three of six letters were not functional. One of the locals stumbled out and vomited onto a pathetic bush. If this was proof of a society that had never known the T-virus, or Las Plagas, she was not impressed. Still, here in the middle of nowhere, in the desolate slum she would try to begin anew. The first step would be a stiff drink.

"I have a few hundred American dollars to get me through the next week or two. If my luck holds up by then I might be able to make contact with the BSAA. Wesker may be gone, but something tells me that I'm not out of this yet. I'll report back at the same time tomorrow. Jill out."

Jill stepped out of the jeep. It sizzled and popped from the long ride. She strode up confidently to the tavern door, already smelling booze and human filth from inside. After a reassuring breath she pushed the door open and slipped into the dim-lit room. For a moment the crowd hushed and all eyes turned to her. A chill ran down her spine and a cold sweat broke out across her forehead. For a moment she felt like prey once more, like being back amongst the living dead. Then, slowly attention returned to boisterous laughter, and loud talking. All in all, this place was actually not completely repulsive. Especially after she had gotten used to the smell. 

Making her way to the bar, Jill placed an American twenty dollar bill down on the county and asked for, "Whiskey." Her voice as raspier than she thought, parched from the dry heat. The bartender gave her a once over from beneath bushy, grayish-black eyebrows and produced a small glace of the amber liquid. She opened her mouth and swallowed, feeling the warm burn of alcohol against the back of her throat. "Another," she said, not caring if the portly old man understood. 

A moment later her glass was a quarter full, and there was a man leaning beside her, his back to the bartender. Jill gave him a glance from her peripheral vision, sizing him up instantly: Five-foot-nine, maybe 160 pounds, light skin, probably late twenties to early thirties. He wore faded jeans and an old dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons undone. "Hello," he said in a thickly-accented English. "My name is Geoffrey, though my friends call me Jeff." The bartender brought him a drink without being asked. Evidently this man was a regular. No surprise there. As far as Jill could tell this was the only pub in town. 

"Hi," she said back, with the barest hint of a smile. 

"You're an American, right? All American women are so lovely." He was doing a lame job of sweet talking her, yet it was working. Part of her needed this. Fighting for survival on a day to day bases has a way of dehumanizing a person. Real, honest human interaction was just what the doctor ordered. So, she played a long.

"Yes, that's right."

Grinning, he took a drink from his glass, a black liquid she could not identify. "Great, yes! What your name?"

"J-Jill..." she replied, stumbling over her own name just a little. It felt unfamiliar, like maybe it belonged to some other girl and she was just borrowing it for the night. 

Geoffrey laughed like a child figuring out one of life's little mysteries. "Aha, yes, good, Jill," he pronounced it with a long 'j' sound. "You new in town, yes?"

Jill had to stifle a small laugh. Was he for real? "Yes, that's right." She said before taking another long drink from her whiskey. After finishing the second round she still wasn't feeling anything, so she held up her hand for another. Wesker had made her stronger, that was for sure. Her body was hard and firm where it needed to be, while maintaining its curves. She had been experimented on for so long that she has lost all recollection of time. One of the side effects was a greater tolerance to alcohol, it seemed. 

"Very good. You join us now. We treat you." He said, gesturing towards a table in the back corner of the tavern. Three men sat there with drink, their eyes roaming all over her body without reservation. Two were thin, blond-haired white guys, twins as far as Jill could tell. The other was a large dark skinned man, whose shirt could barely contain his bulk. 

None of them appeared particularly clean or inviting in any way. Despite her instincts she nodded her consent and took up her drink from the bar. Following Geoffrey Jill joined the trio that were waiting eagerly. "Gentlemen," Geoffrey began, each syllable coming out just out of sync with the whole word. "This is Jill, from America!" He announced as though this were cause for celebration on its own. They jeered and made room for the pair at the table. Jill found herself between one of the twins and Geoffrey. The twin hard a turned up nose, likely from a break at some point. They all welcomed her in a tongue she did not quite recognize, though it sounded Russian.

"'ello," said the big, black man, his eyes wandering over Jill's cleavage without restraint. It made her blush, and her heart quicken the way he looked at her.

Jill smiled softly and said, "Hello," back. The group raised their drinks in her honour from what she could tell. She joined them and polished off her third double shot of whiskey. Their jovial spirit was infectious, and she began to relax among them. They poured her a drink of whatever that black liquid was and she drank it too. They were speaking quickly, too fast to keep up in broken English and their native tongue. At some point Jeff introduced the black man across from her as Ade. The twins were Mikhal, and Niklas. Ade held out his meaty hand to shake hers, while the others simply soaked in her body with their hungry eyes. 

"So, why you here, Jill?" Jeff asked, clearly the leader of this ragtag group, again extended the 'j' in her name. "Work, maybe?"

Jill didn't know how to respond right away. Her resume for the past several years had included hunting down and killing zombies, not something to make light conversation of. "Not exactly." she said awkwardly. 

"Ah, pleasure then?" asked Ade with barely concealed intentions. He poured the group another drink, and then held his glass up, waiting expectantly for her to do the same.

It would have taken too long to tell the truth so she just nodded and knocked her glass against theirs. Before she knew it they had polished off their bottle and another was being brought over. Jill found herself laughing at their jokes and telling them stories from her past despite the language barrier. At some point Jeff had placed his hand on her knee, and she hadn't protested. As the night grew late Ade's suggestive glances grew more intense and Jeff's hand slid under her black skirt. Even Mikhal's hand found its way onto her other thigh as he fed her one drink after another. 

Finally, as the bar began to clear the group got up. Ade made his way to the rest room, having drunk the most. Niklas went to the bar, evidently not having had enough. Meanwhile, Jeff and Mikhal remained before. 

"Where are you staying tonight?" one of them asked. 

Jill didn't have anywhere to stay. She had been sleeping out of the jeep, at least trying to. Nightmares kept her awake throughout the night. 

After her long silence Jeff spoke up, "You come to stay with me tonight, yes?"

Jill began to protest, "I'll just find a hotel." but he wasn't having it.

"Here a room can be difficult to get at this hour." Jeff was saying. Mikhal nodded fiercely in agreement. "No, no you stay with us tonight. I have place three blocks west. Very nice." the squeeze on her thigh punctuated his point. She was about to turn him down again, she had teased these boys just about enough, but the thought of warm bed was too tempting to turn down. Besides, they were harmless enough. Drunk or not, she could handle her own if they stepped out of line.

"Alright. Let me grab a few things from my jeep first."

Jeff and Mikhal grinned. Jill had to slide across Mikhal's lap when he didn't make room for her to leave. There was a pronounced bulge hidden beneath his jeans. A sudden bought with nausea made her stumble after leaving the booth. Using the wall for balance Jill left the tavern. 

Outside it was sputtering rain and a cool breeze bit at her exposed skin. With her decision to stay affirmed by nature she slid inside her jeep to grab the essentials. Suddenly, there was a loud, laboured groan. Jill spun on her heels, reaching on instinct for a pistol that wasn't there. She searched the darkness and braced for the worst. Had the infection reached this far. Then her eyes saw it. Rather than a flesh eating zombie or an infected, an amorous couple had begun making out against the side of the tavern. She laughed at herself for being so jumpy. 

From the glove compartment she produced six hundred dollar bills and an old ID card from the BSAA. It wasn't much, but it was all she had to identify herself now. Stuffing the card and the money in her bra for safe effort she closed the jeep door behind her and turned back to the bar. Jeff was already standing there, beckoning her forward. He appeared green in the face, and she realized that if she were drunk, than these guys were in a realm of there own. 

"All set?" he asked, his inexperienced English more present now. 

'Yes." Jill said with a smile. "Where are the others?" the pair walked slowly through the back streets. Keeping under rafters as best they could to keep dry. Her knee-high boots began to squeak with each step in the muddy backstreet. It was slow progress as Jeff slipped ior stumbled every few seconds. He resorted to keeping his right hand on Jill's lower back for balance, though the way it would slip over her ass every few seconds made her wonder if this was all just an act to get close. Either way it felt good, although unfamiliar, to have normal human contact.

"They will catch up." he replied. "They are still enjoying their drinks." Despite the late hour the back streets were bustling with activity. Fires burned from within barrels. Eyes peered out at them from every dark alley. Drug dealers, prostitutes, every step towards Jeff's place brought them deeper into this shady part of town. "I've never seen a woman drink so much." He was saying.

"I'm no ordinary woman." Jill replied, while thinking if only he knew the half of it. He smiled at that, obviously finding some humour there. A moment later he took off his shabby coat and draped it around her shoulders to protect her from the rain, which had begun to fall harder now. Jill smiled at the gesture.

"You are beautiful woman." he said, leading Jill inside a run down apartment complex. It appeared uninhabited from the outside. Inside, the lobby was a disaster. Rat's scurried amongst the garbage and empty bottles of ale. Several small groups of men lined the floors, sleeping in their clothes. They looked sickly, or at the very least hung over. Two florescent tubes hung from the ceiling, one hanging vertically, as one of its chains had come undone. The lights were dimmed, though she suspected that they were never brighter than this. And it smelled. This place made the bar look like a beach resort on some tropical island. 

"You live here?" Jill asked, her face scrunched up in disbelief. Even the air felt somehow sour to breathe in. The whole place made her cringe. 

He nodded slowly. They slid inside the surprisingly still active elevator and the doors closed behind them. An ominous stain covered the side paneling. "I've been here for the past few months, yes. It's not my house, but I go where the job takes me, for how long it takes me." Jeff said, hitting the button for the thirteenth floor. Jill wondered what work that might be, but didn't push it any further. They road the creaky elevator for several seconds before the doors opened on another dimly lit floor. The corridor bent around the corners at both ends. Every twenty feet or so there was an inlet with a door to an apartment. However, several people had made themselves comfortable on the ground. Most of the doors were open, partially or completely. If people lived there, she couldn't tell. "Come on," Jeff was saying, now some distance down the hallway. 

Jill stepped over a few bodies. He was already inside by the time she came to the doorway. Inside the apartment was modestly lit and lightly furnished, though better than she had expected judging by the rest of the complex. She walked in and closed the door behind her. 

"Where would you like to sleep?" Jeff asked her. It surprised her that he wasn't putting the moves on anymore. Maybe he was too drunk to get it up anymore, or maybe he was just waiting for his friends. That he might just be a nice guy never crossed Jill's mind. 

Jill looked around for a clean spot and settled for the couch. "I can sleep on the sofa." she replied. 

Jeff laid a ratty old blanket and a thick towel down on the couch as a pillow. "Don't you have any change of clothes, or belongings?" 

Jill shrugged, "No, I travel light." Jeff accepted this and left t he room. "Thank you..." she began to say, but he was already gone. While meager at best, this was still the most selfless anyone had been for her recently. She sat on the edge of the couch and looked around. A few bugs crawled at the fringes of light in the corners of the room. How had her life come to this? 

Jill began to undress, first sliding the zipper down her skirt. It fell off her hips and down her very long, toned legs. She admired her body for a moment before slipping her blue tube top over her head. There was a loud clatter from outside the door which made her self consciously cover her nakedness with her arms. When the noise past she lowered her arms, revealing the black lace bra and thong that remained. As her heart rate dropped back to normal, Jill slid under the blanket, pulling it up around her body. She clicked off the light and settled in, her eyes closing.

Less than a half an hour passed before Jill was startled awake. In the hallway beyond the front floor were the sounds of scratching and shuffling. Hands fumbled for the handle. There came a groan and the door opened with a thud. Jill lept to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She grabbed the closest weapon at hand and prepared to spring into attack. A figure silhouetted by the light from the hallway entered slowly, stumbling. 

Suddenly, the light flicked on, and the figure was Ade, drunk nearly beyond recognition. The towering bulk of a man glanced down at Jill with lust-filled eyes. "Oh, hey sexy." he slurred. Jill froze up, feeling completely foolish standing there in nothing but her tiny black bra and thong, wielding the lamp like a weapon. His eyes wondered up and down her body. Then, suddenly he fell forward on top of Jill. His massive hands wrapped around her tight white body for support. His warm breath was on her neck, reaking of alcohol. "You smell nice." he said. His lips latched onto her neck and he began sucking and licking while his hands roamed freely over her ample curves. The thin garments over her ass and breasts did little to stop him. Before Jill could slap him away, Ade pulled himself back up into a standing position. She looked down and saw a massive bulge in his trousers. Then she realized just how aroused she had become throughout the night. Her pussy was moist to be sure, and her nipples stood erect beneath her bra. She blushed and turned away from the hulk. 

"Are you going to be okay?" she asked, watching him wobble throughout the apartment. If he was going to be sick it would make getting to sleep a miserable experience.

"Bathroom..." was all he muttered. Already Ade was beginning to unbuckle his pants in the middle of the living room. Jill scurried to grab him by the arm and lead him to the toilet. Once there Ade pulled out his cock, unashamed and began to urinate. Jill caught site of the vein-covered monster and nearly stumbled. It was a big cock.

Jill made her way back to the living room to give Ade some privacy. The front door to the shabby apartment hung open from when the large black man had entered. Jill still wearing only her under garments went to close the door for privacy. If anything happened between her and her drunk friend that night she didn't want anyone else to know about it. Then, as she entered the foyer a small group of men walking past stopped in mid step. I long, low whistle emitted from the lips of a skinny, Caucasian man wearing torn jeans and a stained t-shirt. The group drank her body in like lost men finding water in the savanna. 

At that point Jill could have rolled her eyes and closed the door. She could have crawled back under the thin sheet on the couch and fallen asleep, and departed long before anyone awoke the next morning. Instead she remained where she was, feeling her body begin to respond to the onlookers devious stares. They spoke amongst themselves, gesturing lewdly in what Jill could only assume was a dirty joke. She could feel her heart begin to beat faster again, pumping blood to her already swollen nipples, and puffy pussy lips. She took a brief glance back into the apartment. Ade remained at the urinal, oblivious to the situation in the hall. 

Without anyone she knew to judge her, Jill leaned seductively against the door frame and batted her blond eyebrows back at the new crowd. Goosebumps covered her bare skin, and she trembled slightly at her own provocative display. After spending so many years hunting and being hunted by undead she had all but forgotten her sexuality. Now, that dormant part of her had awoken and seemed determined to make up for lost time. 




Resident Evil 5: After Africa Ch. 02



You will want to read the first portion of this story to understand what is happening in this one.

... only to find her naked thighs instead. 

Jill cursed her current situation, and her temporary lapse in judgement. Instinct took over, honed from a dozen similar encounters in Raccoon city, and most recently from Africa. Grabbing a wooden beam, which was about twice the circumference of her arm, Jill used her enhanced strength to kick free the bottom than the top of the pole. The sound of snapping wood must have attracted the attention of whatever it was that shambled through the hallway, because it quickly appeared in the doorway, silhouetted in darkness. Even in the dim light, cast only by flickering flames Jill could make out the awkward lumbering form of an adult, male zombie. Its head lolled from side to side, before casting one bloodshot eye on the naked heroine. 

With fresh cum still leaking from her athletically toned body, Jill approached the doorway with the beam held above her golden locks. Licking it's deformed, blood-soaked lips the zombie scurried forward, dead arms outstretched towards its prey. Jill crouched low and swung the thick beam with both hands, splintering it against the zombies left shoulder. Staggered, but not beaten the zombie swung awkwardly with a clawed hand, which would have ripped Jill's throat clean out hand she not anticipated the attack ducked under it. Then, grasping the off-balanced zombie by the jaw and back of the head, she gave a violent tug to snap its neck. When Jill released her hold, the corpse fell unceremoniously to the floorboards. The ensuing seconds were passed in near silence as Jill regained her composure.

Releasing a long held breath, Jill took stock of the situation. Her guns, money, and transportation were gone, along with her tattered clothes. Tearing a piece of fabric from the zombie's shirt, Jill cleaned the sticky cum from her face and chest as best she could, though nothing could take the taste of it out of her mouth. She tied her hair back and strode confidently from the abandoned apartment and into the hallway. Modesty proved a useless asset as she traversed the distance between the apartments. There wasn't anyone around to see her anyway. The group that had fucked her were gone. Jill soon found herself back in Geoff's empty appartment. She washed up in the bathroom where she had left Ade some time earlier. Afterwards, she retreieved her skirt, boots and blue tube top, sans bra and thong which had gone missing during her rendezvous earlier in the night. 

Outside the building the fresh air was cool and damp. An oddly tinted fog had rolled in and blanketed the city in a sickly green hue. In the distance a fire burned though its flame seemed smothered by the darkness of night. Even the street lamps were dimed, some flickered to cast dancing shadows across the barren streets. The sent of death and fire filled Jill's nostrils, causing her hairs to stand on end. The undead had returned, though far from Raccoon city. What connections might this city have to the events of Raccoon and Kijuju? She could feel, could sense them watching her from the darkened corners of the street. The hunger they felt was nearly overpowering.

Without encountering anyone, zombie or otherwise, Jill arrived back at the bar where her jeep remained parked. Though she no longer had her keys anymore the door opened easily to her enhanced physical strength. Inside were the remains of her belongings: a pistol, box of ammo, and a first aid spray. She pulled her hair back in a blond ponytail, and rose from the rickety vehicle armed and dangerous.

As Jill rose from the vehicle she noticed a pair of shadows looming over her. The smell in the air told her they were dead moments before the first agonized groan rose from their fetid throats. Jill closed her blue eyes and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She spun and rose the pistol in a single movement. Her finger wrapped around the trigger waiting for the impulse to squeeze. 

The zombies seemed oblivious to the danger her weapon possessed. Their lethargic bodies, one an obese eldery man, and the other a lithe teenaged girl, simply moved closer. Their clothes and flesh were torn, their mouths and fingers covered in blood. Jill noticed with a strange fascination that the female's nipples were erect in her tight white shirt. Could she possibly be aroused? At that moment Jill realised that she was turned on as well, possible still from earlier. 

While Jill analysed the situation the zombie duo continued to advance at a slow shamble. Her eyes wandered over the male's anatomy and found a prominant buldge straining his torn slacks. It moved as though throbbing, snaking as though growing eratically. The side of the jeep pressed into Jill's back before she stopped backing away. Her gun hand trembled as she felt her breath quicken at the sight of the zombie's erection. She had never seen anything like that before and it was having a strange, unexpected affect on her.

The female zombie was the first to reach Jill. Her long, blood-covered hand sought out the blond vixen's flesh. Jill wrapped her fingers around the zombie's throat to keep her at arm's length. There was no resistance from the zombie, no viscious attack to follow. Her undead hands, fingernails still painted pink, reached out further. She was just within distance to wrap her broken digits around Jill's breasts.

Jill tensed as the zombie groped and tugged at her ample flesh mounds. Each of her movements seemed random, sometimes grabbing painfully, other times tenderly. Jill's back arched in response, giving the zombie assailant better access. The pistol remained pointed at the male zombie in case he got any ideas, but all of Jill's concentration was focused on the cold, dead hands gropping her warm body now. 

The male took this as a sign to advance. His lumbering, portly body, obviously engorged from the hunt shuffled over the broken terrain without hesitation, having completely ignored the pistol aimed in his direction. To her credit Jill kept the gun pointed until the male zombie's forehead pressed agaisnt it. There it remained, though unlike his female counterpart, the male had much longer reach and allowed his ghastly hands free access to Jill's barely covered body.

The pair of undead ignored Jill's modest attempts at resistance against their advances and continued their frenzied assault on her body. Not once did they attempt to break skin, either by biting or clawing. Jill noted that their bodies were slightly decayed and broken from an earlier attack no doubt. One of the two had pushed her skirt up around her hips, and had begun roughly groping her inner thigh when Jill realised that her arms had slackened nearly to the point of offering no resistance at all.

Jill's lower lip trembled, her jaw relaxed allowing unchecked gasps and moans to escape her throat. Being dominated by a pair of undead brought a rush of adrenalin and pheromones into her system that had her nearly over the edge already. A faint whimper, the last sign of her resistance, wafted through the cool night air to mingle with the other screams of terror echoing through the city. 

The fat, old zombie had his sagging gut pressed agaisnt her hip while his hands gropped Jill's creamy inner thigh. All the while the younger female had pressed steadily closer to Jill's vulnerable neck. Her mouth had opened, baring broken and bloody fangs sheathed behind pouty red lips. Jill made a move to stop her, but at the same time the fat zombie pushed two greedy fingers into her unprotected sex, pulling Jill's attention away from the female instantly. The female latched her cold mouth onto Jill's tender neck. Though her fangs lightly scratched the surface she never broke the skin. The combination of sensations and emotions caused an overwheliming reaction from Jill's body. Both zombies latched onto her, using the young woman for all she was worth. Their lust, their hunger for sex was insatiable.

Jill's mind started to swim, and she all but gave into them. Her heart raced with the danger and disgust, and raw pleasure she felt. So, when two shots from a SIG P226 handgun echoed off the buildings around her and two zombies crashed to the ground at her feet, Jill was surprised to say the least. Her hands quickly straightened her clothing as she spun to face her would-be savior.

"Jill?" A flashlight shone from the woman's free hand obscuring Jill's view of her. Yet she knew the woman from voice alone. "Jill Valentine, is that you?"

"Sheva? What are you doing here?" Jill pulled herself from the side of the jeep and made her way to ther old companion. She kept the part of her that was angry and sexually frustrated far from the surface of her emotions.

"Looks like I arrived just in time." Replied the African woman. "Come on, we had best be moving before more of them arrive. Either she hadn't seen what exactly was happening to Jill or she made no mention of it, and Jill was happy to leave it that way. "Chris and I arrived about an hour ago, though we were seperated when the outbreak first began."

"Chris is here?" Jill asked, her voice betraying her relief and pleasure at hearing this piece of good news.

"Yes, he is." Sheva replied, not entirely pleasently, almost defensively. "We should attempt to move to higher ground so that we can get a signal to him."

Jill followed Sheva at a brisk pace through the city. Her eyes remained on the darkened streets for any sign of danger, however, she occassionally allowed a brief glance at the tall, milk chocolate skinned woman jogging in front of her. She looked almost exactly as Jill had remembered her from the events in Kijuju. "Thank you... for earlier." Jill thought to say as they took a moment to rest against a brick wall far from the fighting. 

"You're welcome." Sheva replied with a smile. Her South African accent remained, though less so than months ealier. She must have been spending more time with Chris. A hint of jealousy caused Jill's cheeks to flush.

"Tell me, what have you seen since you arrived in the city?" Jill's eyes lingered on Sheva's body longer than she would have liked before she forced eye contact once more.

"Nothing like I have seen before." Sheva did not appear to mind the blond woman's attention on her body. "This appears to be an infection similar to the zombie outbreak in Raccoon City, however, with some differences. The undead have a dual hunger for flesh."

"Dual, what do you mean?" Jill knew exactly what she meant, but wanted to hear it from a sane person's lips to reaffirm her beliefs.

"They desire sex, Jill! Thoughout the city I have seen men, and women, and all manner of beasts performing such perverse acts that I would not speak of them. And those that resist are," she paused to control a slight tremble in her voice. "They're eaten, Jill."

Jill nodded her understanding. Than she wasn't crazy. Something had infected the city, and the effects were strong enough to influence even Jill Valentine. "Tell me something else, Sheva, have you begun to feel the effects of this?" she paused, gesturing to the greenish-white mist. 

Sheva did not respond immediately. She looked down at the blood-stained dirt around her boots. When she replied Jill could hear her sanity being stretched beyond its limits. "Jill, I would be lying if I said that there was not a long moment of hesitation before I shot those zombies." She sounded embarressed now, ashamed of herself. "I wanted to see what they would do to you..." her voice trailed off as she raised one gloved finger to Jill's neck where the female zombie had begun to suckle. 

A shiver ran down Jill's spine from her neck to her tailbone. Whatever was happening to them was impacting their judgement, impacting the regular checks and limits they would put on their base urges. She looked into Sheva's brown eyes, and saw the same lust mirrored there that she felt inside. She saw the desperate struggle on her face to remain in control of her body, and its desires. Jill turned her head and brought her full lips to the gloved finger that had been on her neck and she gave it a gentle kiss while her eyes remained locked on Sheva's to watch for a reaction.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, though she made no attempt to stop what was happening between them. Her gun-baring hand lowered, pointing towards the dirt. She turned to face Jill, as both woman continued to lean their shoulders against the old brick wall. 

Jill cradled Sheva's hand in her own, keeping it at shoulder level as her lips kissed down her digit, over her palm and at last onto the sensitive, bare flesh around her wrist. A single, perfect gasp escaped Sheva's mouth as at last they touched skin-to-skin. Encouraged, Jill kissed ever so slowly down her arm, inch by inch, embracing her tenderly. 

"Jill, we," her voice was weak and insincere as she spoke. "We can't do this. We can't give in to this, this mist!" Her voice raised sharply in pitch as Jill's lips found the skin between Sheva's forearm and bicep. The two women looked at each other, asking a silent question of one another. Their faces drew steadily closer in response. Lips gently parting. Eyes half closed. Bodies pressing together.

"Sheva, do you read me? Over." At the last, and worst possible moment the earpiece crackled to life, and both women could hear the familiar male voice of Chris Redfield. Jill and Sheva abruptly parted in an awkward display of embarressment. 

Sheva placed two fingertips against the earpiece, struggling to make out words above the static. "Chris, I'm hear. What is your situation?" 

Jill paced back and forth, feeling her heart still pounding beneath her bussom. She missed out on the rest of the conversation as her mind continued to race. This infection was far more potent than she had initially realised. Sheva was also feeling the effects, which meant that staying together would more than likely be too distracting to be productive. They would need to split up if they were going to have any chance at resisting temptation long enough to get to the bottom of this calamity.

"Jill?" Sheva asked a moment later. 

"What's the situation?" Jill's voice asked, though her mind was elsewhere. 

"Chris is leading a group of survivors out of the city, though the undead are becoming too numerous for the group to travel safely. He's holding up in a small bar until we arrive."

"You better go alone." 

At first Sheva looked as through she might protest, but then she seemed to understand and nodded her agreement. She produced a back-up headset from a belt pouch and handed it to Jill. "If you get into any trouble we'll come for you."

"Alright." She facined it around her right ear. "You better get moving." Both women locked eyes one last time, savoring every last moment before Sheva finally pulled away and disappeared back into the city.

When she was at last alone Jill sighed with relief. She had fallen so far already tonight, and it could only get worse from here. As though to punctuate this thought a nearby female scream rose from the part of the city Jill had been in earlier. It was in the wrong direction of Chris and Sheva, but Jill couldn't ignore her. A chorus of angry barks followed the scream, though they were of no beast Jill could recognize. Before she could reason with herself Jill set off towards the screams, not knowing how deep this rabit hole would go.



Resident Evil 5: After Africa



One of the four, the gangrily one with greasy black hair, daringly beckoned her toward him, his slimy tongue licking his lips. The way a broken light flickered above his head cast an eerie yellow glare on the man's face that gave him an even more sinister appearance. Jill, influenced by her re-emerging sex drive and alcohol, took two nervous steps towards him, thus leaving behind the security of the apartment. The other three men in the group took a small step back to allow her entrance to the group, though that gap quickly closed behind her. The man beckoning her forward took a long head to toe and then back again appraisal of the near naked American standing before him. Evidently liking what he saw he took a step toward Jill and wrapped his scraggly arms around her bare torso. He smelt of cheap cologne and cigarettes. From this distance Jill could see that his eyes were green and his teeth were stained yellow to match his shirt. 

Jill didn't know his name, and suspected he wouldn't understand her if she tried to learn it. So, instead she nicknamed him Smokes, on account of his smell. Smokes' hands slid down her lower back without invitation, and greedily wrapped themselves around Jill's tiny, black thong covered ass. He took a cheek in each hand and gave a rough squeeze to both. With his hands held as they were Smokes took two or three steps backwards, taking Jill with him, willingly. She gasped and nearly fell forward. Resting her hands on his chest for support she took a last look behind her at the now fading apartment.

Around the corner, in an even poorer lit part of the hallway Smoke's pulled Jill against a wall. His hands, like Ade's before him, explored her young, white body. His fingertips found her tight, though feminine abs. They caressed the small of her back, illiciting a gasp from her soft, pouty lips. Then, moving higher and curving around the thin black material of her bra, Smokes' hands found her cleavage, soft and full as it was. He gave another firm squeeze, then mashed her mounds of flesh together. Jill looked between her legs to find his right knee between them, spreading him over his lap. Almost immediately afterwards Smokes began giving a slight grind of his pelvis against hers. Already his bulge could be seen straining his distressed blue jeans. 

Jill's jaw dropped as she watched this animalistic display of sexuality envelope her. The other remained close by, boxing her and Smokes in, and away from prying eyes. Her hands reached up to hold his boney hips as he thrust against her. At the same time his hands moved back to her perfect, round ass and he began pulling her in to meet his thrusts. At the angle he had her in each thrust rubbed his erect cock against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body.

Smokes' hands left brief white fingerprints on her ass as he kneaded it. At the same time he began backing away even further, one hand slipping behind him momentarily. Jill heard a doorknob squeak and then open. The group moved into the recess. Smokes rotated and pushed her inside, then took up position behind her. She grasped the frame of the door, keeping her face poking out, a part of her hoping that Ade might come to her rescue and stop her from making a bad decision. She felt a hard bulge ram between her ass cheeks against her black thong. A pair of hands moved up her sides, fingertips rubbing over her taut abs before moving up to cup her breasts. His heavy, hot breath wafted over her neck, causing her hair to stand on end. 

Jill moaned softly, her breathing quickening, becoming more laboured with each inhalation. In a short time she found herself grinding her ass back against Smokes' bulge, enjoying the way it felt pushed up against her puckered ass. His cock grew harder yet. Now the other three men began rubbing bulges of here own. One of the three men was tall, probably over six and a half feet, and broad shouldered and nearly black skin. She called him QB as he looked like a quarterback from football. The second of the three was either the most fed of the group, or had the worst genetics. He was beyond fat. His thick, hairy pudge hanged out under a grubby gray t-shirt. Jill nicknamed him Chub. The last of the group was older than the rest, and older than Jill by at least twenty years. Or, perhaps the years in this country took a harder toll than on Americans back home. He had wispy grayish-white hair that was at least six of seven inches long and hung across his face. Patchy gray stubby covered his chin and cheeks. On top of that, he was bone thing. His clothes hung off him like a coat rack. She called him Twiggy. 

Meanwhile, Smokes had begun to suck on the back of Jill's delicate neck with his chapped lips. One hand continued to knead her breast while the other ventured south. Without hesitating for a second he slid his entire hand under the front of her thong and his middle finger across her moist slit. He molested her in the doorway of another strange apartment, not caring who would see. Jill looked down, and saw her panties bulging around his boney hand as it probed her delicate pussy lips. Her hands wrapped around the door frame tighter for support. She could feel her pussy juices covering his fingertip, smearing his oily, dirty grime over her sex. He ran it up and down in a sawing motion that nearly brought her to a quick orgasm. But, before Jill could cum Smokes pulled his finger out and rubbed her juices over her taut abs and creamy inner thighs.

Jill grimaced, she wasn't used to being treated like this. It wasn't a bad thing, she had to admit, just unusual. Smoke plunged his finger back into her dripping pussy, swirling it around like a cocktail drink. This time he brought his wet, grime-covered hand up to Jill's parted lips. She hesitated for a moment, looking at the thing. Then, her mouth opened and Smoke shoved her long, boney, pussy juice covered finger inside. Her lips wrapped around it, and sucked it clean. Giving in to Smokes felt better than she could have imagined. Allowing herself to be used brought a pleasure she had never experienced.

After having his finger sucked clean Smokes' slid it, along with his middle finger, back into Jill's pussy. She craved his touch, and he knew it. He sunk his boney fingers in deeply moving them along her walls, so nice and wet. Her body responded to his every touch, thrusting back against him each time he grinded against her ass. Smokes' tongue licked up the side of Jill's face, coating her cheek in a trail of spit. 

"Jill?" A deep, foreign voice spoke from down the hall. It sounded like Ade, still in the bathroom in Jeff's apartment. Before she Jill had a chance to respond Smokes grunted, and began to pull Jill further into the room, while the others, who were in the hall, now slowly followed. The last to enter, Chub, closed the door behind him.

This new apartment was more filthy than all the rest. It didn't appear to belong to any one person in particular. It wasn't maintained, or clean or sanitary in the least. Everything was a shade of brown, red or yellow from what Jill could see. She kept her head bowed low. Smokes' fingers continued to saw in and out of her delicate pussy. She ignored Ade's calls, her lifeline now disappearing behind a closed door.

Away from prying eyes and ears Smokes pulled Jill onto a his lap in a dusty old armchair. His grip was tight and merciless as his hands savagely tugged at her breasts and inner thighs until his long, boney fingers found her wet slit once more. He ungracefully worked over the former BSAA's sex once more through her black thong. The thin lace fabric was moist with Jill's arousal. Her hips responded by thrusting back against Smokes' hand. He yanked Jill's thong to one side exposing her bare pussy to the rest of the group. While the others removed their clothing and watched Smokes plunged two fingers back into the young woman. Her back arched and her eyes closed tightly while a loud moan escaped her lips.

When Jill's eyes opened she could see QB, Chub and Twiggy all naked in front of her, all stroking their erect members. Their eyes roamed her body, while their hands quickly jerked back and forth. Precum oozed from Twiggy's long, thin cock. Chub's dick was thick, and stout, Jill imagined it would be too round for her to handle. QB on the other hand had a python of a cock that throbbed with a life of its own. The way it twitched made it look more like QB was fighting just to keep control of it. None of them looked particularly clean or well maintained. An unruly tuft of hair covered the bottom three inches of Twiggy's dick and was filled with little black patches. 

Smokes rotated Jill so that her right breast slid inside his mouth. Her right arm moved around the top of the chair to give him access. Meanwhile his fingers continued to stab in and out of her arching pussy. With fingertips stimulating her gspot and Smokes' lips, tongue and teeth all attacking her sensitive nipple Jill was helpless, spread wide, exposed, and used. So, when at last she came, and came hard, it was all the excuse the other men needed to join the assault. Jill tossed her head back, screaming with pleasure towards the heavens. At the same time a long, pointy tongue curled around her clit and flicked it hard. A mouth with thick lips engulfed her left breast and nearly swallowed it whole. Then, Jill's head was yanked back further by her blond pony tail and a black snake was inserted into her gaping mouth. Her hand shot up to wrangle the thing before it slid into her stomach. She felt two more fingers slide inside her tight pussy, stretching her further than she had though possible. Now, both Twiggy sand Smokes were fingering her, both her breasts were being licked, and suckled. Twiggy lapped her clit like a thirsty dog and QB's dick pumped in and out of her throat.

It was almost too much for Jill to take. For a brief moment she considered ended this thing right there and then. If she wanted to she could kill them all and run away from here like she had in Africa, but something more than the hands around her held her in place. Her body shot electric shocks up and down her nervous system, unable to keep up with the onslaught of sensation. Another orgasm collected and grew within her, than exploded with such intensity that she lifted two feet off of Smokes before crashing back down a moment later. Her screams came muffled through QB's big black cock. She suspected that if not for having a full mouth the entire complex might hear her cries. 

Jill felt her BSAA ID, and remaining cash spill from her bra which was already tearing at the seams. Scattered feet kicked them around on the floor, and what was left of herself went with them under chairs and couches, lost t o the chaos. Hands covered her body, grabbing, stroking, and tugging on her flesh. A moment later her thong snapped off and her bra disintegrated. A frenzy broke out and the sound of tearing lace. Chub rose from Jill's breast and grabbed her head and yanked it towards his cock. She had to stretch her jaw to the limit to encompass it all. He stuffed it inside her with both hands on the back of her head. 

Jill's right hand remained on the football player sized QB and stroked his saliva-soaked member. Tiny droplets of cum showered down on her face and hair. Smokes took Jill's free hand and wrapped it around his dick which up until then had been grinding against her exposed ass. The taste of Chub's cock was gagging in itself. Worse still his precum tasted unlike anything she had ever experienced from a man. It oozed a thick, sickly slime into her mouth. Before she could put action to her concerns she felt her hips repositioned and a long boney thumb inserted into her ass. It sunk deep into her and slowly pumped back in forth in time with the two pairs of fingers violating her pussy. Smokes' mouth latched onto her neck again, sucking hard, leaving large red welts. Jill's orgasmic screams came filtered through Chub's infected dick.

The room filled with the long labored groans of men nearing climax. The old chair creaked as all four men bore down on the young woman. Twiggy switched places with Chub and inserted his long cock into Jill's mouth all the way until her face was buried in his infested pubic hair. Before long QB yanked Jill's head back by her ponytail and filled her open mouth with his python sized cock. Each time he thrust into her her mouth made wet slurping sounds and involuntary whimpers as the head beat against her throat. QB and Twiggy took turns violating her throat, yanking her head back and forth as needed. Jill's neck ached from the constant abuse, and her jaw hurt even more from accommodating each of the three men's cocks. So, when QB finally pulled his throbbing cock from her expanded throat for the last time it was a mixed blessing. QB had not yet reached orgasm. The large, dark man moved around to the front of the chair and positioned himself between Jill's legs. He took hold of Twiggy by the shoulder and yanked him and his mouth out of the way. The slender, old man sighed and removed his fingers as well. Smokes removed his fingers from Jill's stretched, wet pussy as well, than sunk both of them into her ass hole. Both men held her legs spread wide open, while QB knelt to position his dick at her unprotected entrance. His bare cock glistened with saliva, and dripped a steady stream of precum onto the already stained carpet.

Jill tried to watch, almost in disbelief that this was actually happening to her. It had been so long since her last normal sexual encounter that she almost forgot how it felt. As she fought to watch what was happening from around Chub's greedy pawing Jill remembered a threat from her past. She shoved at Chub to free her mouth but her hands just sunk into his fat without effect.

"W-wait!" She managed to cry out around Chub's thick dick. The other men paused briefly to glance her way, as though remembering that she were there for the first time. Jill looked back, her face red with embarrassment. "Protection?" she asked as little more than a whisper. If the group understood her, none of them showed it. "Condoms?" They were silent for a long time until Chub began chuckling. His whole body shook with laughter. His face turned red as he began laughing more. The others soon joined him. Jill sank back, embarrassed to have even asked, and afraid for what that might mean. 

QB began to move in, though not as Jill expected. He stepped over the couch with a hand on his cock, the other moving to the back of her head. She felt his hand tighten around her ponytail. QB's eyes set on Jill's, commanding her mouth open somehow instinctively instinctively. He brought his cock over, and rubbed it along her face,several times - along her already glistening cheeks, her nose, along your hair - before smacking at her face with it. Puckering her lips between his thumb and forefinger he began smacking the head against them. 

Jill sat there helplessly, humiliated, her face red. She was completely silent as he dominated her, barely breathing even. Didn't this guy know that she could kill him without a second thought? Running his hand along her cheek now, and tilting her head further back QB continued rubbing and dragging his cock along her face while keeping Jill's eyes on him. Now as he had her head tilted back he ran his thick, swollen tip along her chin and then down her neck, pushing hard against her throat. Moving back just slightly though still holding his shaft QB smeared it through Jill's cleavage, then along one of her breasts. He did this until he was back between Jill's legs. This time she did not protest.

QB spread Jill's pussy lips open with two fingers. With his dick in the other he began thrusting towards the helpless young woman. The first three inches of cock meat slid in with little resistance. A combination of Jill's arousal, Twiggy's and Chub's saliva, and his precum saw to that. The young American woman let escape a muffled yelp from behind Chub's probing member. QB wrapped his large, black hands around Jill's ass and dug his fingers into her flesh hard. She whimpered again, and began breathing harder and faster than ever before. Her eyes were wide and glued to the man thrusting into her unprotected sex. The large black man grunted and pushed harder, spreading Jill's inexperienced pussy to the limit. He sunk another three inches into her before stopping, nearly a quarter of his full length still exposed. QB slowly slid his throbbing cock out of Jill, her lips stretched and hugging his shaft. It glistened with her juices. A grin spread across his face. He said something lewd in a foreign tung to the others. They spoke approvingly and began using Jill with a renewed vigor. 

"Augh... ah..." Jill moaned, escaping Chub's grasp for a moment to catch her breath. Her lower lip quivered as QB lined his cock back up with her pussy and began thrusting back in. She felt him begin stretching her again, further this time, further than she thought possible. "Ah... ugh...." She was panting now, and a thin sheen of sweat, saliva and precum coated her skin. QB groaned with pleasure, his head tilted back as he bottomed out in the young woman. He remained there for a long moment, his untamed cock pulsing, and jerking around inside her. He pulled out slowly, but stopped halfway this time before bucking back into her, filling her completely with his cock. He fucked Jill with fast, deep thrusts, breaking her in to accommodate his immense size and girth. Her juices glistened off his cock, leaking down to coat his balls as well. At the same time Smokes continued to thrust his fingers into her, making her even tighter. QB's hands held her by ass, his dirty nails digging in hard. Suddenly, he began lifting her off of Smokes' lap. She felt fingers slide out of her ass, and then the knob of a cock press against her puckered ass.

"N-n-no no no!" Jill cried out frantically, though she could barely move. The four men ignored her and Smokes' cock began sinking into her ass. It was more than Jill could handle. She squirmed in vein. Her whimpers and yelps only encouraged the group to further violate her. Her stomach bulged as both cocks began to fill her. Her legs hung uselessly on either side of QB as both men began pumping into her now. Jill breathed raggedly, and winced each time either man bottomed out in her tiny body. QB's wet balls slapped against her pussy each time he filled her. Smokes' hands slid up to take hold of both her swaying breasts.

Both men inside her were grunting and breathing hard now. Jill was beside herself. She could barely register Twiggy and Chub taking turns pumping their cocks into her throat. She was in a near constant state of orgasm, that was so intense it muted all of her other senses. QB and Smokes were thrusting faster than ever when she finally had a chance to look. They were taking turns sawing into her, so that there was always a cock inside her.

Then, suddenly QB pulled out of her pussy. He threw up one foot onto the arm of the chair and began stroking his cock over Jill's tits. Thick precum oozed onto her nipples. The others to seemed near orgasm. Each was panting and thrusting harder than before. QB took up Jill's head once more and she knew what to do. Her mouth open and QB inserted his throbbing shaft. Is pulsed once or twice, barely more than two inches in her mouth. Than, she felt it, a slap against the back of her throat, followed by two more. QB threw his head back and howled at the ceiling as his cock pumped thick, globs of cum into Jill. Than, young woman struggled to swallow the thick goo. It quickly filled her mouth and throat, oozing out the corner of her lips. QB pulled out a moment later and splashed her face with a shower of smaller spurts of cum. With her mouth free of cock a river of cum spewed from Jill's mouth, down her chin and over her neck. As she gasped for breath her mouth was stuffed with another cock, this time Chubs. The fat little man grabbed both sides of her head and pumped her face hard, wheezing the entire time. His orgasm came soon as a slightly burning tingle down the back of her throat. At the same time Twiggy released a torrent of cum across Jill's face and hair. 




Resident Evil 5: After Africa



Smokes was the last to cum while Chub was collapsing onto the floor nearby. He thrusted hard into Jill's ass and then bit down hard on Jill's shoulder. Jill screamed loudly. She could feel Smokes spewing his seed into her tight ass. He didn't release her for some time. A tiny river of blood dripped down her back from the wound. 

When Jill at last opened her eyes, they were sticky and stuck together with cum. All she could taste was salty cum. From her pussy, to her ass and mouth her entire body throbbed in agony. The men were redressing and gathering up the scattered bills that had spilled from Jill's bra earlier. She struggled just to breath. Cum coated her throat, and bubbled up, and out of her lips. 

Suddenly, there came a scream from somewhere outside the building. It barely registered to Jill, but the men all ran to the tiny window. There came a heated discussion from Smokes and QB. Another blood-curdling scream rose up, and then another. Somewhere in the distance there was what sounded like an explosion. The men burst from the room to investigate or to flee, Jill couldn't tell. She remained there, curlded in the fetal position, gasping for short breaths of air – wounded, and used. The light above her flickered a few times, and then went out completely. The only light came from the window, and ominous red-orange glow from the city streets. Jill slowly dragged herself to the window and pulled herself up slowly to look out on what was going on. Her eyes went wide in horror. Before she had time to register what had happened a loud, almost inhuman groan filled the silence of the darkened apartment accompanied by a wet dragging noise. 

Jill spun around, reaching instinctually for her pistols...



Resident Evil 5: Debriefing



Hello everybody! This is my first story and it has been a fantasy of mine for some time. Ever since discovering to my bitter disappointment that no other stories about Chris and Jill exist, I decided to remedy that! If this one is well liked, maybe I'll write another with Sheva entering the fray!

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It was finally over, the nightmare in Africa had finally come to an end. As Chris laid back in his bunk on the BSAA aircraft carrier Josh had flown them to, he felt at ease for the first time in days, maybe years. He had finally rescued Jill, defeated Wesker, and saved the world from the terror of Uroboros and the Umbrella legacy. Though the battle against BOWs was hardly won, he knew that at least he had done his part. A knock on the steel door drew him out of his reminiscing and he looked up to see Sheva and Jill standing at his doorway.

"Hey! Good to see they let you out of the infirmary already," Chris said.

"Well hey, you can't keep a tough girl down," Jill joked. Of course seeing her in good humor as well as good condition was a good sign. She had been under Wesker's control for longer than anyone wanted to think about and it seemed he had treated her right, even if only because of his sadistic attitude of being careful with his "toys." Of course Chris had passingly wondered if Wesker had ever used Jill as a sex toy, but he would never ask that so he had stuffed it down into the bowels of his mind.

Jill started to walk to the cot across from Chris's and hobbled slightly, but Sheva was quick to catch her. After rebalancing, Jill brushed Sheva's hand off her shoulder.

"You sure you're alright?" Sheva asked Jill. "You've been tripping up quite a bit."

"Yeah I'm fine, I just have to get used to being in control of my movements again."

Chris watched as Jill made the last steps to the military cot and laid on her back to relax. She was now clad in a green jumpsuit the BSAA had given to her to replace the revealing latex body suit Wesker had dressed her up in. Of course part of him wished they hadn't, but even the jumpsuit nicely accented Jill's tight athletic body. Her perky breasts and tight ass were fighting with the material covering them and it was hardly winning. Just at that moment Sheva spoke.

"So Chris and Jill you two have this room covered, I guess I'll find another one later, for now, I need to talk to the CO on board to find out when we'll be debriefed. You two have a lot of catching up to do so stay here and I'll be back to update you."

As Sheva turned to leave she pulled the steel door shut behind her. Jill sighed and turned to look at Chris, her eyes entrancing him and her blonde hair flowing over her neck.

"So, we're alone now, anything you want to talk about?" Jill inquired.

"How you feeling?"

"Can't remember the last time I felt better. Here, safe, with my old partner and finally in control of my own faculties again. Beats the hell out of being Wesker's slave, that bastard made me do all kinds of terrible things..."

Jill's voice trailed off, and her eyes began water as her lips trembled. Chris hated to see her like this and quickly stood up and kneeled next to her bed, taking her hand.

"Hey, whatever he made you do, it wasn't your fault. None of it was."

"I know! But that doesn't change the memories, the faces of all those people I hurt, his face, his terrible eyes! Exerting his authority on me as if I was an object."

"Don't worry, he can't hurt you anymore."

"That's the thing! He never hurt me, he only made me hurt others, and sometimes, he would toy with me, make me do... sick things just for his own amusement. Hell the only thing he didn't do was violate me! Like he was keeping me in prime shape so I could kill and torture others."

Chris felt terrible pangs of sorrow for his old friend, he couldn't imagine living like a slave with your body belonging entirely to a madman. He brought his hand up to her face and brushed away her tears with his fingers, smiling at her.

"It's over now," he calmly stated.

Jill looked at him and weakly smiled back up at him, put her hand on Chris's face as well, appreciating his kindness. Then she made a move Chris never expected, she wrapper her hand around the back of his head, and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. 

Chris was of course, very shocked, but nowhere near displeased by this latest development and kissed her back full force. He felt Jill's tongue probing against his teeth and opened them, meanwhile putting his own tongue into the fray. Jill's other hand came up and started carressing the front of Chris's torso, feeling his rock hard abs and chest. Chris's right hand, not wanting to be caught idle started feeling Jill's breasts and abdomen as well.

Slowly, they both pulled away for air and just stared into eachother's glazed eyes. Jill broke the silence.

"Well partner, I think we just found a whole new way to debrief."

Chris laughed and went back into the kiss with Jill, who let go of him and occupied both her hands removing her jumpsuit. Soon her bare body was exposed as apparently the BSAA didn't have any extra underwear for her and Chris's hands couldn't help but feel every square inch of her flawless milky white skin. Since Chris was clearly otherwise occupied, Jill set herself to removing his clothes for him. In just a few minutes both wer completely nude and making out with more fire in their hearts than either had ever experienced.

Jill whispered in Chris's ear, "I want you inside me."

Chris stopped his heavy fondling of her and kneeled up above her form, lying spread eagle on her back with her amazing tits sticking into the air and her perfect nipples erect. His eyes scanned further down and looked at her mound, engorged and wet, guarded by a small thatch of pubic hair. Chris briefly thought about the possible implications of fraternizing with a partner, but he shoved the thought down and decided "fuck it."

He reached down to his rapidly hardening cock and rubbed it along her slit from her bottom to her clitoris several times. This sensation brought his arousal to a maximum and he could no longer fight his instincts. He plunged into her with all his might and had to work to keep from screaming out from how amazingly tight she was. Such a long bout of chastity does that to a woman. Jill gasped sharply and began to moan quietly as Chris pulled out about halfway before plunging back in. He started slowly but quickly became like a piston in a car, ramming in and out so rapidly it was a miracle Jill wasn't split in half.

Jill's moaning had become rhythmic with each time Chris bottomed out in her pussy, his balls slapping her ass and his pubic bone grinding on her clit. After just a few minutes of this, Chris could feel his balls beginning to tighten and knew he couldn't last much longer. Jill then picked the perfect time to have her own release as she her moaning stopped and she just closed her eyes with her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as her pussy clamped down on Chris from her rolling orgasm. Just then Chris knew he had to pull out or cum inside Jill and he moved to do so, but Jill felt this and quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him back in full force. "In me, do it!" Jill said.

At that point, he had no choice. He cried out as his cock hardened further, his veins tightened to an all time high, and his first pulse of semen poured into Jill. He bucked as each new stream came poured out of him into the womb of his partner, filling her with his cum in six intense pumps. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he was spent and he collapsed on top of Jill panting.

"That was amazing," Jill whispered into his ear and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He lifted his head up and smiled back at her.

"Well, I see you two are catching up marvelously," a sultry voice at the door joked. Jill and Chris looked behind them and saw Sheva, already stepping out of her pants and walking towards them. "Got room for one more partners?"

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Resident Evil: Apocalypse Ch. 01



Alice Abernathy wasn't what one might call a proper lady, at least not in the way her mother would have defined it. But she did what she could: she kept her swearing to a minimum (outside the bedroom); she kept her impressively long legs shut when she sat down; and, most important of all, she treated others with at least a modicum of respect. 

No, she wasn't a lady; but it could never be said she wasn't a good person.

That same standard didn't seem to apply to Jill Valentine, the gorgeous S.T.A.R.S. veteran who had taken charge of the small group of survivors struggling to escape the zombie-ravaged city. An arrogant dark-haired beauty poured into a short blue miniskirt and matching strapless top designed to show off her attractive shoulders and enticing décolleté, Alice couldn't image her ever doing anything for modesty's sake.

Standing alone on a shadowy corner, the light above dim and flickering, she wasn't sure what to think. Gone only ten minutes, she had returned to find Jill once again bullying poor Terri Morales, Raccoon 7's disgraced reporter turned weathergirl.

"All right, all right," Terri said, flipping her mini-cam shut. "There--it's off."

Jill glared at the taller woman, her heaving cleavage glistening in the glare of a bright neon sign. "Turn that motherfucker on again," she said, "and I'll crush it under my boot."

She sniffed, then menacingly drummed her fingers on the butt of the gun holstered to her firm thigh, holding the sexy woman's gaze until she blanched and slunk away. Then she turned her head to give Peyton an annoyed look.

"What? Don't shake your head. She's only here because you think she's hot shit."

Peyton held up his hands in mock surrender, knowing not to mess with Jill when her back was up, before limping off.

Jill pulled a cigarette pack from her pocket and reached for a smoke, a frown coming to her face when she found it empty. She lifted the pack, took a deep whiff, then balled it up and threw it to the ground.

Alice chose that moment to step out of the shadows, the sound of her footsteps turning heads.

"Thank God," Jill said without bothering to look. "We're saved."

Alice ignored her tone and smiled at the others. Jill and Peyton were best friends, perhaps more, and since he had been bitten by the undead her attitude had worsened along with his condition. Alice sypathized; if she had been in the woman's black leather hooker boots, forced to watch her friend slowly die, she would have been grumpy too.

"I checked the police station," Alice said. "I'm sorry. There weren't any signs of survivors."

Jill seemed to soften, and she turned to meet Alice's compassionate gaze. "Don't be sorry. They knew what their chances were when they stayed behind." She looked down. "Besides, we all got the same training, and I'm still alive." Left unspoken was the fact that she was alive only because of Alice and her Umbrella-given abilities.

Jill turned to the others. "Okay, you two, you heard the woman: it's just the four of us now. Get your shit together and let's get moving. We've only got a few hours of night left, and if Umbrella is serious about covering their tracks they'll do it before the sun comes up."

Terri frowned and raised a hand. "Less witnesses," Alice explained before Jill could pounce.

She waited for Terri to help Peyton to his feet--noting how she batted her eyelashes at him--then put a hand on Jill's shoulder before she could walk away. It was warm and firm and made her pussy tingle. "Let's talk someplace private," she said. "You and me."

Jill looked down as Alice produced a fresh pack of cigarettes. "All right," she said, smiling brightly. "After you."

Alice looked away. She wasn't sure what to make of Valentine as a person, but there was no denying the hunger the raven-haired beauty stirred between her legs. And that was something she definitely didn't need to deal with right now.

Peyton, watching the two of them climb back onto the bus, threw up his hands in disgust. He hobbled into a nearby shop, leaving Terri alone in the street. Her uncertain eyes darted back and forth between the bus and the shop, until she heard a loud noise that sent her running after Peyton.



Alice secured the door before joining Jill in the middle of the bus. She pushed thick strands of dirty-blonde hair out of her face and watched as the brunette smoked, her face illuminated by the flickering light from the burning cars outside. Alice hated to admit it, but despite the attitude the woman was pretty much flawless.

"You should ease up," Alice said. She looked down at the floor, studying her scuffed brown boots instead of that beautiful face. "Pissing off our only friends isn't going to get us out of the city any faster. Morales might be useless, but if we have to we can always give her a gun."

Jill shook her head. "Christ, Alice, don't tell me you're hot for her too. She is not that good-looking."

She laughed as she crossed her legs, her heavy leather boots slutty and but not so out of place with the rest of her streetwalker's ensemble.

"She's not even a reporter--she's the goddamn weekened weathergirl." She gave Alice an amused looked. "Stupid bitch used the studio's own cameras to film herself getting double-teamed on the fucking news desk, then forgot to take the tape with her. After that, she's lucky she still has a job."

Alice looked up, gazing almost lovingly at Jill as she wondered what upset the woman more: Peyton's fate, or all the attention Terri was getting. "Just give her some breathing room. Okay? Let me handle her from now on."

Jill shrugged. "Fine, whatever. I'll back off." She leaned back and blew smoke from her nose, an act so sexy it made Alice shudder. "Thanks by the way. For the cigs, I mean."

Alice gave her a friendly squeeze on the knee. "You're welcome."

She caressed the smooth skin without thinking, and suddenly found she didn't want to let go. Alice couldn't believe it. She had been openly bi-sexual her entire adult life, but never had she lusted after anyone the way she did Jill Valentine.

She flashed Jill a nervous smile, feeling clumsy and awkward, and quickly came to her feet. She turned away, only to be stopped in her tracks as Jill took her by the hand.

"Don't," the S.T.A.R.S. beauty breathed. "Don't go yet."

Alice looked back. The brunette, blue eyes smoldering, flashed her a wicked smile.

"They can wait for us a little longer," Jill said. She uncrossed her legs, parting them so Alice could glimpse her black panties. "I never thanked you for saving our asses back at the church."

Alice swallowed, vaguely aware she was standing in gum. "I don't think we should-- I mean, I don't really--"

Jill took another drag, then flicked the stub out the window. "Don't you dare tell me you aren't into brunettes. We both know that's not true."

Alice's cheeks burned. Such a ridiculous proposition: lesbian sex in the middle of an apocalyptic disaster--but she didn't dismiss it out of hand. Not only was Jill looking mighty good at the moment, but she was also the only person with enough knowledge of the city to get them out of this hellish nightmare. If a few minutes of Alice's time could clear the woman's head and give her back her edge, circumstances dictated that she let her have it. Not much of a choice really, but not a bad one, either.

Alice smiled, and looked Jill in the face.

"You're not much of a lady, are you?"

Jill gave her a playful grin. "All prim and proper? Where's the fun in that?" She pulled her panties to one side.

Alice looked down at the dark, lovingly-trimmed curls and creamy folds and felt her body react almost immediately. Hard nipples poked through her thin orange top, and her pussy grew so wet she thought it might soak through the snug crotch of her jeans.

Jill seemed to be about as bad off as she was, and took Alice by the arm and pulled her down onto her knees. Alice swallowed down a lump, a tremor running down her spine as she stared into the woman's juicy pussy and savored her musky scent.

"Come on," Jill moaned. "Don't tease me." 

She thrust her fingers into Alice's hair and pulled her closer. Alice groaned before giving her wet pussy several deep licks. 

"Yeah, baby, like that. Keep doing it just like that!"

Alice chuckled. She buried her face between the woman's firm thighs, dug her fingers into her smooth skin and taut muscles, and devoured her sweet pussy. She toyed with her, rubbing the extra-sensitive clitoris, licking the juicy vulva and flicking the crinkled lips while Jill writhed and moaned on the slippery seat.

Alice groaned: every moan, every groan, and every yelp she forced from the woman's sensuous mouth only making her own pussy that much hotter.

Jill took Alice by the hair and tried desperately to slow her down, even as it was clear to them both that she was no longer in control of the situation. This was Alice's show now, and she took her mouth away before easing her fingers into Jill's pussy and making sure to press down hard on her engorged clit. Jill bucked her hips, her moans growing louder, her whimpers sharper. Alice slipped two more fingers inside, gave her a moment to adjust, then started hammering away.

Jill, her body twisting and bucking, couldn't take it, and she screamed at the top of her lungs until her pussy unexpectedly gushed and sprinkled Alice's face with tasty cum.

Alice lapped it up just as fast as she could, deeply proud of herself. Women were always the hardest to please, and she had conquered Jill so easily.

Jill might have disagree had she not been limp, her long legs draped over Alice's shoulders.

Alice eased her fingers out of the woman's spent and glowing body and sucked them clean. She caressed Jill's strong legs, kissed her sweaty inner thighs, and gently rubbed her quivering pussy.

Jill slowly opened her eyes, all the attention bringing her back to sexual life, and she sat up eager to pay Alice back.

She came to her feet and tugged down her top to expose milky breasts and hard pink nipples that made Alice's mouth water. Then she reached under her skirt, bent forward, and slid her panties down her long legs.

Out the window they went.

She took Alice into her arms and gave her a hungry kiss, moaning as she tasted herself on the dirty-blonde's lips. Alice groaned, but before she could return the kiss, the sexy brunette moved away and attacked her slender neck. She kissed and bit at the sensitive flesh, leaving behind purple love-bites. Alice ran her fingers through the woman's shoulder-length hair and tried again to kiss her. To no avail.

Jill ducked lower, and squeezed Alice's small but perky breasts through her thin orange top. Alice moaned and lifted her shirt so the woman could have a better look.

Jill apparently liked what she saw very much, and shoved Alice down on the seat and fell to her knees so she could attack the hard nipples and push them with her tongue while she ran her hands over the swells of Alice's breasts. It was enough to make them both moan with delight, but Jill wanted more. She planted her hands on Alice's thighs, and with the occasional flick of her tongue slowly kissed her way down the gasping dark-blonde's body.

Alice looked down at her with hooded eyes. She arched her back, popped the fly on her jeans, and lifted her ass. Jill took it from there, almost tearing the jeans from Alice's body in her haste to reach what she so desired.

Alice wasn't wearing panties, and she gasped when Jill kissed her dark curls and her hot breath caressed her creamy folds. She screamed when the raven-haired cop pushed her fingers deep inside her body.

Jill smiled as she ground her knuckles into Alice's slit, twisting her hand from side to side as she used her fingertips to massage the woman's silken walls. She pulled back moments later, her digits coated in cum, and took a quick taste before thrusting back inside. She leaned over, furiously pumping, and bit down on Alice's clitoris.

Alice lost control almost at once, gushing hard. Jill continued pumping, setting her jaw and doubling her effort as she finger-fucked the former Umbrella operative to a second mind-blowing orgasm.

"Who's the badass now?" she grunted, taunting a writhing Alice, who couldn't have answered even if she wanted to.

She dove back in: licking, sucking, and stabbing as she drank down every last drop of cum. Alice responded by closing her legs around her head and letting out a horrific wail as she announced to the city the start of another powerful orgasm. 

Jill nearly gagged, her face and mouth flooded with girl-cum, but she rallied valiently and lapped up all she could. Most ended up on her face and neck, glazing her like a donut, but she managed to suck up enough of the scented cream for a nice little snack.

She gave the shuddering pussy several parting licks before climbing up next to Alice and showering her with cum-filled kisses. Alice returned them all, hands everywhere at once: squeezing Jill's perky tits, disappearing up her hooker-skirt, fondling her swollen pussy.

They fell back, stretching out on the extra-long seat, their wet bodies pressed together as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Then they rolled off.

Alice landed on top. Jill laughed and hiked up her skirt, wrapping her long legs around her lover's super-powered body while they kissed and humped, oblivious to anything but each other as Raccoon City entered its final hours.

They made love on the filthy bus floor, their bodies sticky with dirt and grime, their hair and breath reeking of pussy. Alice lifted her head, barely able to breathe as Jill bit down on a nipple, and blinked as she laid eyes on Terri. The reporter was sitting at the front of the bus, her skirt around her ankles, pleasuring herself while she captured the nasty scene with her mini-cam.

Alice wanted her, wanted both women at once, but a rough bite on her neck brought her back to reality and the S.T.A.R.S. slut underneath her. She pressed her mouth to Jill's and ground her pussy against the woman's warm thigh. They moaned, gasped, and came very, very loudly.



Resident Evil: Apocalypse Ch. 02



Sergeant Peyton Wells sat alone in the empty shop and stared out the plate glass windows at what was left of the beloved city he had faithfully served for so many years. He couldn't believe it had come down to this: his friends dead or dying, and himself bitten by one of those undead monsters. Abernathy, who once worked for Umbrella and had experience with the virus, believed he had mere hours before he became one of those rotting zombies. He didn't want to believe that, but the changes at work in his body made it impossible to ignore.

He heard the footsteps before his mind fully registered what was happening, and had his gun out and pointed at the door in one quick motion. Terri Morales stood frozen, eyes wide, her slender body backlit by the burning cars in the street. She was very tall. Peyton shook his head and holstered his sidearm. He felt a twitch in his pants and almost smiled. At least his dick still worked. 

"I hope I'm not intruding," Terri said. She glanced over her shoulder. "I didn't think Jill and Alice would want me tagging along right now. If you get my meaning."

Peyton suppressed a sigh. His life was ebbing away, the city was falling apart, yet those two had decided now was the time to munch some carpet. Incredible. 

"No," he said. "It's fine." He slid over and patted the empty bench beside him. "Come on. I could use the company."

Terri grinned and came over. She was graceful and exotic, her long legs naked and strong and unmatched even by Valentine's. She had a high opinion of herself, and was something of a bitch, but Peyton couldn't help liking her. And not just because she was a grade A piece of ass, either. She was strong in ways most women outside of S.T.A.R.S. were not, willing to do whatever it takes to get the story that could restore her to her former position, ready to walk over anyone who stood in her way. In a cutthroat world where only the strong survived, it was something to admire.

Terri sat down beside him, her hip touching his, and crossed her legs. The hem of her skirt lifted above her knee: she was wearing beige fuck-me pumps similar to those she had worn in the sex tape leaked online over a year ago. Peyton shifted and hoped she didn't notice his erection.

"I had a feeling Alice was in the tongue-and-groove club," Terri said. "I mean, just look how she dresses. Jill took me by surprise though. She's so beautiful and stylish." Terri gave Peyton a look. "Did you know she was a lesbian?"

"She's not a lesbian," Peyton said. "Believe me." He wasn't in the mood to discuss the subtleties of bi-sexuality and left it at that. "Alice isn't so bad. She's pretty fine actually."

"She's all right," Terri conceded. "But she's got nothing on Jill." She took a breath, let it out. "Speaking of Jill, I don't think she likes me too much. Not that I blame here. I was kind of a bitch when we met."

"Jill lives for the job," Peyton said. "She gets in the zone and stays there until it's done. Believe me, it's not you. She and I go way back and she treats me like shit all the time." He laughed. "When this is over and we're out of the city, she'll be falling all over herself to apologize. Count on it."

Terri nodded and gave him a friendly smile. 

She put a hand on his thigh, and he immediately felt a tingle in his lower belly. "Is there something I can do for you, Peyton. Anything at all? You've been so kind to me tonight." 

Peyton swallowed. This wasn't some streetwalker offering to take him in the alley and suck his dick--this was Terri Morales, Raccoon City's most popular personality and a woman so fine her newscasts were often referred to as the "half-hour jerk-off". Situations like this weren't supposed to happen to people like him.

"Maybe I'm not being clear enough," Terri said as she rubbed his inner thigh. "I want to thank you for being such a nice guy. Thank you...anyway you like." She put her hand in his lap and gave him an amused look.

Peyton looked out the window, then down at her hand. "Oh. That's what you mean."

Terri giggled girlishly and squeezed his bulge. "You're so bad." She ran her hand in small circles until he let out a deep grunt. "I've always had a thing for black guys. Ever since I was a kid. Mom hated that. She was always running my friends off, always keeping tabs on where I went, but she could never stop me." Terri brushed dark hair out of her eyes. "Sometimes a girl needs a big strapping black man to make her feel good. Is that weird?"

Peyton was shocked to hear someone so beautiful and well-spoken talk like that. He looked into her brown eyes, and realized he had no idea what her background was. Hispanic, Asian, American Indian--a little bit of everything? Well, it was too late to find out now.

"Sure," he said. "I guess so." He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Are you in need of a black man, Miss Morales?" In for a penny, in for a pound.

Her smile was gone, her beautiful features lit by the flickering flames outside the plate glass windows. "You tell me," she said. And in one quick motion tugged his zipper down.

Peyton barely had his belt undone before she was on him, smacking her lips as she pulled his dick free. She tugged it with both hands until all ten inches were solid as rock, then leaned over and took him into her mouth.

"Shit," Peyton muttered.

He put a hand on the back of her head and blinked with disbelief. Everything had been going from bad to worse, and then this! He was being blown by a real life celebrity, and not just any celebrity. Terri Morales was widely considered one of the most beautiful newswomen in the country, and was probably the only one to ever pose in her underwear for Maxim. 

"Mmm, you like that?" she said, throwing him a wink before she slurped him back down.

Peyton pushed down on her head and forced his cock into her throat. Terri coughed but didn't resist, and even began to moan as she moved closer to his balls. She wasn't pulling his leg when she said she loved black guys. This was a woman used to handling big dick.

Terri pulled back, more interested right now in sucking than deepthroating, and ran her tongue along the underside of his bulging staff. She flicked the spongy head and twirled her tongue around it. Peyton grunted. This was some real pornstar shit she was doing.

He relaxed and watched her bob up and down. Warm spit trickled down his balls and dripped on the bench. Her hungry moans filled the room.

Peyton looked out the window as a small group of survivors shuffled past. None looked inside to see the local weathergirl blowing a fat black dick, and he couldn't help feeling let down. No one would ever know about this; no one would ever toast him for getting one last piece before he went out. A stunt like this would have made him a legend.

He let out an involuntary groan that dissipated his thoughts. He was getting close. 

"Stop," he said. "Stop. Not yet."

"What's wrong?" Terri turned her head to look out the window while she firmly stroked his cock. "Did you see something?"

Peyton stroked her hair. "It's nothing. I needed to catch my breath."

Terri gave him a knowing smile. "That'll happen."

Peyton kissed her on the temple and smelled her perfume, then removed her hand from his dick and stood up. He ignored the pain in his bitten leg and lowered himself to his knees in front of her. Terri watched him, her face impassive, then slowly uncrossed her legs and pulled up her skirt. She was wearing silky black panties that wouldn't have been out of place on a Frederick's model, the kind of undergarment so miniscule it took a certain kind of woman to wear it without coming off slutty.

Peyton's hands trembled as he pulled the damp silk down her long, brown legs. Her pussy was bare, her vulva puffy with excitement. She had a strong scent, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Eating pussy was, for him, nearly as good as fucking it.

"Wait," Terri said. "I want to get this on tape." She grabbed her mini-cam and switched it on. "Don't worry," she laughed. "I won't sell it to anyone."

Peyton pushed her legs apart; he ran his hands over her smooth skin and kissed his way up her inner thighs. Terri moaned; already she was having trouble keeping the camera steady. Peyton licked her creamy pussy lips, then slid his wriggling tongue between them. Terri writhed on the bench and struggled to get her shot.

Peyton sucked her clitoris into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Terri grew vocal and urged him on while she held the camera at arm's length for a better angle. Peyton had a strong feeling that last year's sex tape wouldn't be the last for her.

Minutes passed. Peyton ate her pussy with loud slurps and hungry groans, switching back and forth between her labia and clitoris while giving her asshole the occasional jab. Still, Terri wanted more.

"Fuck me," she gasped. "Put that big dick in my pussy and fuck me!"

Peyton pushed his pants down, then stood and kissed her while he brought his cock to her wet pussy. Terri moaned, her eyes fluttering as he slowly filled her, and yelped when he bottomed out.

She moaned loudly as he thrust away. He took her by the ankles and lifted her legs high into the air, then jammed her pussy. Heavy breathing, gasping moans, the squishy noises Terri's pussy made as he gave her what she asked--these were the only sounds heard in the abandoned shop. Terri begged him to go deeper and hit it harder, but Peyton could only do so much from his position.

He withdrew so abruptly that Terri cried out. He unzipped her skirt and tugged it down her hips. She gave him a hungry look and began to unbutton her blazer, but before she could get past the third button Peyton sat down beside her and hauled her onto his lap. She spun around to face him, then sank down on his cock and wrapped her legs around his body.

She bounced, moaned wildly, and leaned so far back that her head was no longer visible. Peyton held her tight, worried constantly that she would hurt herself, and used every bit of his strength to slide her up and down his cock as if she were a life-sized sex doll. A heat wave had come to Raccoon City, and he sweated like a condemned man on his way to execution. Terri didn't sweat, she glistened, and looked so good doing it that his heart actually ached. He hated when women did that to him.

Terri pulled herself up. She glanced to the side, and her wicked smile became a frown.

"Hold on," she said.

Peyton, no stranger to orders in the bedroom, released her at once. Terri unwrapped her legs and leaned over to right her camera. Peyton sighed pleasurably as his dick slipped free.

"We need to move," she explained. "The shaking knocked it over."

Peyton didn't have anything to say to that. Her obsession with getting everything on camera was a little weird, but he wasn't about to complain. She was, after all, letting him fuck her.

He pushed her off his lap and came to his feet. He tore her blazer open, flinging buttons all over the room, and yanked it from her body. Terri looked at him with such lust that he very nearly blew his load then and there. He tore her shirt away, then her bra. He left her fuck-me pumps where they were. They made her look like a pornstar, and that seemed perfectly appropriate to him. If there was anyone in Raccoon City who would make a decent sex star, it was Miss Double-Teamed On The News Desk.

Peyton led her over to the glass counter, miraculously spared during the looting, then pulled himself on top and laid back. Terri climbed up, her body glistening in the firelight, and faced away from him before crouching over his dick. She sank down on him, then leaned back and placed her hands on the countertop for balance. She humped her hips and wildly rode him. Peyton groaned and looked past her sweaty back to smile at the camera across the room. He could only imagine what it was recording, aimed directly between her incredibly long legs.

Terri slapped her perky breasts and grunted from deep in her belly, her damp hair sticking to her wet shoulders. Peyton held on to her hips for dear life. He wished this would never end.

And that was when it happened. His balls tightened, his lower belly tingled. Peyton gasped and called out her name.

Terri lifted off in the nick of time. Peyton grimaced and humped his hips, rubbing his cock back and forth between her juicy groove, and spurted all over her belly and gleaming pubic mound. Terri moaned, then laughed, and rubbed his cum into her skin.

She leaned back and rested on top of him while they recovered. Peyton squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples. She was very sweaty, and smelled like a beautiful woman was supposed to.

Terri twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "You think they're having sex right now?" she asked.

"I'd count on it." Peyton shifted underneath her. "You saw how they were fronting in the cemetery. Jill had Alice in her sights the second they met."

"I should get it on tape," Terri said. She rolled off him and slipped down from the counter. 

Peyton turned on his side. "Be careful," he said. "If Jill's still in a bad mood...."

"Don't worry," Terri said. She was very sure of herself. "I'll be slinky, like a cat."

Peyton watched her get dressed. She pulled on her shirt and blazer, leaving her ruined bra on the floor, and held them shut with one hand while she scooped up her camera.

"Will you be all right by yourself?" she asked. 

Peyton smiled. "Go on," he said. "I could use the rest."

Terri hesitated a moment before turning and hurrying out the door. Peyton closed his eyes and listened as her high-heels faded in the distance.



Resident Evil Ch. 01



Resident Evil – Deleted Scenes. Part 1 (Jill)

Just What Else Went On In That Mansion?

Note: This story much like the game has 2 sections. Chris’s perspective and Jill’s perspective.

Jill’s Story: 

After escaping into the mansion Jill, Wesker and Barry stood in the Eerie main hall trying to catch their breathe after fleeing from those insane dog like creatures. Jill lifted her Berea and wiped her forehead pushing the damp brown hair out of her eyes. 

‘Wesker…’ she asked, after looking around the hall, ‘Where’s Chris?’

Chris was the another STARS member who had fled into the mansion to escape the creatures in the woods, along with the other survivors. Jill stepped towards the main doors.

‘No, we can’t open those doors. It’s too dangerous.’ Wesker Said, standing in front of the doors.

‘But Chris…’ Jill was again interrupted but this time by a gunshot from a room elsewhere in the giant house.

‘What was that?’ asked Barry looking to Wesker.

‘Jill you go and check it out,’ Wesker gave his order

‘I’m going with her, Me and Chris go way back.’

‘Ok, you two go and I will secure this area. Report back with anything you find.’

Barry opened two large doors waving his hand signaling for Jill to go through, as she walked past him Barry caught the aroma of her sweat mixed with her deodorant and then watched behind as her damp navy blue Combat trousers outlined her full rounded smooth ass. Barry felt a stirring in his pants but had to keep his mind on his orders, turning to close the doors behind him he noticed that Wesker also caught a look of Jill’s sexy behind from behind those thick black sunglasses. Wesker had a slick almost half smile on his face, which faded as he went back to work on his radio. 

Jill and Barry walked slowly down the long dining hall. Thunder bellowed in through the windows electrifying the whole room. Jill stayed close to Barry.

‘What the hell?’ Barry leaned down examining something on the floor as the two STARS agents reached the end of the dining hall. 

‘What is it?’ Jill asks

‘Blood.’ The two looked at each other, hoping that it wasn’t Chris’s or another STARS members blood. 

‘Jill, you go and take a look around, I’ll search around here for clues.’

Jill nodded but tensed with fear as she opened another door leading into a corridor, the last thing Jill wanted was to be alone, but she remembered her duty and continued down the corridor. Jill froze in horror, rooted to the ground observing the disturbing show in front of her. It was Kenneth from the Bravo Team of STARS, a former lover of Jill’s, His head was severed in the corner of the room whilst what appeared to be a man, dug at the body for organs and stuffed them into his mouth. Jill whelped in fear, and the hideous Zombie turned his head and set his sights on Jill. Jill still frozen in horror fell down as the Zombie pounced on top of her, she scrambled to push him off, and as she got up the zombies fingernails were dug into her tank top ripping the front of it away revealing Jill’s huge DD tits in a black bra. Jill dashed back in to Barry.

‘BARRY HELP ME’

‘Jill? What the hell?’ Barry asked in a daze of confusion looking at the exposed, terrified Alpha team partner. 

‘Its, it’s a monster, he killed Kenneth and its coming for me!’ Jill blurted out quickly.

The Zombie pushed itself through the door letting out a groan of pain.

‘Jill GET DOWN!’ Jill dropped the floor as Barry unloaded 4 bullets from his Magnum hand gun into the zombies skull causing the zombie to fall back into the corridor in a bloody mess. Jill slammed the door shut then walked over to Barry.

‘Thank you Barry.’ Barry looked at Jill, who was trying to figure out what just happened. She wasn’t aware Barry had a full view of her full up bra overloading with the huge occupants. Jill noticed Barry’s stare. 

‘oh’ Jill quietly let out, pulling the ripped shirt across her chest trying to protect her dignity. 

‘I uh, I’m sorry’ Barry apologized uncomfortably

‘its, not a problem.’ Jill let out a weak smile ‘so, we should report this back to Wesker.’ 

‘good idea,’ as the 2 walked Barry decided to try something. He gently put a hand onto Jill’s arm.

‘Barry?’ Jill looked surprised.

‘Jill, I am sorry but I need to tell you something.’

‘What is it Barry?’

‘I’m the oldest guy on the team, no one besides Wesker knows this but I usually use whisky or a strong drink to help me keep my head in really stressful cases. But this is too bizarre I think I’m going to lose my mind.’

‘Barry your going to be fine, don’t talk like that.’ Jill held Barry’s hand. Barry leaned against the Table in the middle of the room

‘No, its true soon I’m going to be a wreck.’

‘What can I do Barry? I don’t have any alcohol and I haven’t seen any in this house.’

Barry looked down at the floor. ‘At home, my wife and I came up with another solution.’

‘What is it Barry, tell me I will help if I can’ Jill’s big blue eyes locked onto Barry’s.

‘…..Sex Jill. It’s the only other thing, after some sort of sexual activity I can concentrate again it makes me feel like things are going to be ok.’ Jill was taken back by this, she had never thought of Barry this way. She observed him, he was around 43 years old, broad shoulders a thick upper body incased in his red Swat vest. 

‘I understand the situation Barry and I will do the best to help you.’

Barry was surprised by the answer although it was the one he was hoping for. 

‘Are you sure about this Jill?’ 

‘Yes, if we are going to find Chris and survive this nightmare, we all need to be as sharp minded as possible.’

Jill took off her gloves and put them on the table next to Barry, she moved her hands down against his crotch, her eyes widened slightly feeling a large package. Barry let out a sigh and closed his eyes letting Jill go to work on, he rested with 2 hands behind him on the table as Jill bent down onto her knees and unzip Barry’s combat’s and pulling them down, then kissing Barry’s cock through his black boxer shorts. 

‘oh god Jill, suck my dick, please I need it.’

Jill wet her lips and pulled the waist band of the boxers down letting Barry’s 7 inch cock out, Jill was surprised how thick it was and wondered how she was going to get it into her mouth. Jill gripped her hand around the shaft and tugged lightly whilst licking around Barry’s huge cock head. Barry pushed his hips forward, desperate to get his cock inside Jill’s hot mouth, Jill opened up and allowed half of the big cock inside her mouth. She let It pop out past her lips,

‘god Barry your cock is so big I don’t know if I can take it all.’

Barry put a hand on the back of Jill’s head and pushed his prick back inside her mouth. Taking Barry’s guide Jill started bobbing her head up and down the length of the big dick all that could be heard were sucking noises and grunts from Barry echoing filling the huge dining hall. Jill gagged slightly when she tried to take more of the big dick, after getting to about 5 inches she decided to try again to take the rest of it. 

‘Oh yes, that’s sucking a cock’ Barry let out and his balls rubbed against Jill’s chin.

Jill brought up a hand to take Barry’s large balls in her hand and rub them whilst Barry pushed Jill’s head harder onto his cock. 

‘Ohhh, Im gonna cum Jill’ Jill tried to complain but Barry’s huge dick filled her mouth too much and all Barry heard was a muffled moan. 

‘Ohhhh God’ Barry groaned and shot a huge string of cum straight down Jill’s neck as she tried to swallow as much as she could, but there was too much and Jill started gagging and choking swinging her arms around. Barry realized this and pulled out and as his sperm came pouring down her chin from her mouth Barry finished himself by jacking off and shooting jizz over Jill’s face.

After a minute or so of Jill catching her breath, and trying to fix herself up wiping Barry cum off her face with her shirt, 

‘Thanks Jill.’ Barry pulled her up to her feet after zipping himself up.

‘lets report back to Wesker.’ 

Jill and Barry walked towards the main hall. Barry walked behind Jill staring at her sweet ass knowing he was going to fuck it when he got the next chance. 

To be Continued…..



Resident Evil Ch. 02



Resident Evil Chapter 2 (Jill)

Returning to the main hall, Barry and Jill discover Wesker is gone.

‘Jill, you check the upstairs of this hall, I’ll check down here.’

After agreeing, Jill ran upstairs and observed the huge hall. No sign of Wesker. Jill looked over the balcony and noticed Barry looking around, Jill still had the taste of Barry’s cum in her mouth and she felt a warm sensation starting at her pussy flushing through her body as she took the moment to appreciate how much she enjoyed sucking Barry’s big dick.

‘No sign of Wesker up there, where could he be? First Chris now Wesker….’ Jill said as she met up again with Barry downstairs. 

‘It’s going to be ok, we will find them and we’re all going to make it out of here.’

‘How can you be sure Barry, you saw that, that Zombie! And those Dog creatures! Chris and Wesker could be dead, just like Kenneth!’ Jill’s body started shaking, as a tear ran down her face. 

‘It’s going to be ok,’ Barry said, moving in closer to Jill, hugging her pushing their bodies together. Barry had an idea, ‘Why don’t we try and take our mind off of things….’ Jill looked up at Barry; he towered over her 5’6 frame. 

‘What do you have in mind Barry?’ sniffled Jill. With that, Barry pushed his hand through Jill’s ripped tank top and began fondling her right Tit through her bra, with his other hand he slid down her body passed her stomach and grabbed between her legs. Even through her thick combat trousers Jill loved having her pussy handled.

‘Ohhhhh, Barry’ Jill moaned as Barry continued to grip Jill’s increasingly wet Cunt, Barry then took the hand that was on Jill’s tit and unhooked her black bra, chucking it onto the floor letting Jill’s huge boobs released, the cool air in the main hall made Jill’s nipples hard, Barry saw this and lent in, probing Jill’s hard nipples with his tongue then taking one in his mouth and sucking on it. 

‘HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!’ A male’s voice screamed out, echoing off of all the walls in the main hall. Jill pushed Barry off.

‘Who was that?’ Jill asked, looking around in panic.

‘I’m not sure, these walls echoing everything made it too hard to determine where it came from.’ Barry analyzed.

‘We have to do something’

All Barry wanted to do was fuck Jill’s sweet pussy, but he knew he had a job to do.

‘Your right Jill, let’s split up. You take the right side of the hall; I’ll check the left, meet back here if anything happens.’ With that Jill and Barry set off their separate ways.

Jill realized her boobs were now completely exposed and decided to take her ripped shirt, place it across her tits and rely on the straps from her gun holster to keep it in place. Jill’s back and stomach were bare. 

Upon entering the room she chose to examine, Jill saw Richard sitting against a wall with a massive bite injury across his chest.

‘Jill, you have to get out of here, this place is infested with monsters’

‘What did this to you Richard?’ 

‘A huge snake, its too dangerous Jill. You……..cant go any…….further…….’ 

Jill could see Richard was slipping away.

‘Richard come on, your going to be ok, Richard? RICHARD?’ 

Jill watched Richard slip off into death. Jill felt a sickening anger rise in her stomach, she wondered how many more of her team mates were going to do die in this house or how many were already dead. Richard appeared to be holding onto a large Shotgun. Jill picked up the shotgun and without thinking, went through the door in searching for the demon responsible for Richards’s death. Zombies were waiting in the next room, Jill destroyed them both with a single shot spraying both zombies brains over the walls. She walked up 3 or 4 stairs and kicked open a really old looking door. 

Jill entered the room, ready to kill anything that moved, she had entered an old attic topped with cobwebs and old supplies of gasoline and other utilities. 

‘GET OUT HERE YOU BASTARD!’ she shouted at whatever it was that was hiding in this room. Jill stared in terror as a huge 50ft Python came slithering out of a hole in the corner of the room at high speeds, spitting venom everywhere.

Jill shot 2 shots at the Snake which appeared to slow it down, but was taken off guard when she went to take another shot but was slammed against the all by the huge python’s tail. The snake then gripped Jill in his tail lifting her high into the air, squeezing her around the waist; Jill was losing the fight to breathe. Just as Jill was about to black out she heard the door open and someone run in, firing at the snakes head. Darkness.

Wesker had intervened to save Jill’s life from the hideous creature, after scaring the snake away causing it to drop Jill; he carried her back to a medical room he had found.

Jill woke up in the bed, after feeling her head and rubbing her eyes, she noticed she was naked and covered only by the bed sheet, 

‘Am I dead?’ 

‘No Jill, your going to be fine, just relax this is a shot to make sure you’re not poisoned.’ Wesker injected a serum into Jill’s arm, and watched as she passed out again.

Wesker looked at Jill, she was definitely a very beautiful woman, Wesker sat down on the bed and ran his hand down from Jill’s neck and then slowly pulled away the bed covers revealing her beautiful big tits and her shaven pussy. Wesker felt his cock grow, and unzipped his pants, saddling Jill going on his knees putting one either side of her body, he put one hand on Jill’s boobs as he pulled out his 8 inch cock and began jacking it off, 

‘I’m going to fuck your tits Jill.’ Wesker said as he positioned his cock in between Jill’s massive tits, pushing her boobs hard together against his big dick, Wesker rolled his head back in ecstasy as he humped Jill’s big tits as she lay there asleep. 

Wesker’s cock head touched the bottom of Jill’s chin every he thrust forward between Jill’s boobs. The feeling of his hard cock against Jill’s sweet soft skin pushed Wesker over the edge, Wesker grunted and then sighed as a string of cum fired and landed over Jill’s face, Wesker then jacked off his prick over Jill’s tits covering them with cum.

Wesker climbed off of Jill, before zipping up his pants he scooped up some cum off Jill’s tits and fed it into her mouth.

‘Good girl,’ Wesker said, covering Jill back up, leaving the cum to dry as he buckled up his pants.

‘Wesker, Wesker come in, its urgent.’ A voice said, blasting from Wesker’s radio.

‘What is it William?’

‘Its Chris, he has been seen getting closer to the lab entrance. What should we do?’

‘I want 5 of the umbrella SWAT team to take him down and lock him in the lab cell’s, make sure you let them know what they are dealing with so that he doesn’t catch them off guard.’

‘He appears to be with someone else as well, a young girl from Bravo team.’

Wesker thought to himself, who could it be…..

‘Oh yes, Rebecca Chambers. She is not a threat, just a rookie, however take her in as well I want them both locked up.’

‘Consider it done. Over.’

‘I have to go now Jill, business to attend to.’ Wesker leaned in, inches away from Jill’s face, cum still dripping off. ‘And when I come back, I am going to fuck you, hard.’

Wesker smiled to himself and left the room. Jill lay on the bed vulnerable to anyone and anything.

To be Continued….



Resident Evil Ch. 03



Resident Evil Chapter 3 (Jill)

Note: Incase you haven’t yet realized, there are 3 different sets of Resident Evil stories on literotica and are all by different authors. For those who email me asking if they are in any way connected, the only stories my stories are connected too are the ones wrote by me (under the author name of George McFly) other than that thank you for all the feedback I have been getting and enjoy….

Barry pushed open a door. 

‘Jill?’ Barry examined Jill’s naked body laying down on the bed.

‘Jill, Jill are you ok?’ Barry questioned, pushing Jill’s shoulder slightly, she was ok just sleeping off whatever she had been injected with.

Barry noticed Jill’s nipples were hard from the coldness of the room, Barry couldn’t resist taking one of them between his thumb and index finger and twisting on it slightly.

‘Cool…’ Barry commented as if examining Jill’s body temperature. It wasn’t long before Barry’s wandering hands made there way towards Jill’s pussy, 

‘Wesker?’ Jill Awoke and Barry quickly removed the tip of his finger from inside Jill’s cunt.

‘No its Barry, are you ok?’ 

‘I should be fine, where is Wesker?’ Jill went to sit up but the pain from the Snake ordeal forced her to lay back down.

‘Don’t try and move too fast, you were the only one in here when I arrived I don’t know where Wesker is, what happened to you?’

Both Jill and Barry noticed the now dry cum all over Jill’s upper body, Jill pulled the thin sheets from the bed around her.

‘There’s a, uh bathroom just next door do you wanna go get cleaned up?’ Barry enquired.

‘Yeah that’s a good idea,’ Jill said slightly embarrassed knowing Barry must be wondering where the cum all over her chest and face had come from, and it took her a moment to vaguely remember….Wesker?

Barry helped Jill walk into the bathroom

‘Oh, while I was examining the main hall again I found a clothes boutique, if you need some fresh clothes I remember seeing some in there do you want me to go and get them for you?’ Barry asked

‘That would be great,’ Jill smiled and entered the bathroom

‘Ok don’t move from this area I will be back as soon as I can.’ With that Barry left and ran up the stairs, Jill closed the door and turned to the sink and mirror.

Jill dropped the bed sheets concealing her curvy body and began rinsing off the dried jizz from her big E cup breasts and then her attractive face. 

‘Oh My God!’ Jill screamed as she saw the disgusting rotting naked zombie appear behind her reflection in the mirror, before she could turn around the zombie had pressed itself against her and Jill could feel the decomposing flesh of its upper body splat against her smooth back. Jill struggled to push this monster off of her back but was still weak and could feel the zombies mashed up dick rubbing against her beautiful ass. As soon as the zombie went for a bite out of Jill’s neck it gave her the strength to push herself back using her whole body weight sending both Jill and the Zombie onto the ground with Jill laying on top before getting up as quick as she could.

‘I will die before I get fucked by, or turned into one of you bastards!’ Jill yelled, plunging her bare foot down against the Zombies head, splattering it all over the floor.

Jill ran out of the bathroom and back into the medical supplies room. After sitting on the bed and trying to calm down, Jill started to remember, “I’m gonna fuck your tits Jill” Wesker’s voice echoed in Jill’s memory. Jill pushed the thought away, and Barry entered the room.

‘Here, this was all they had’ Barry handed Jill a *very* tight pair of denim jeans, and also a *very* tight black t shirt which was sleeveless and just about covered her boobs, leaving Jill’s flat stomach revealed, Jill thanked Barry and then the two STARS members began to talk business.

‘Barry did you find Chris? Or any other Survivors? Or even a safe way out of this house?’ 

‘There’s no sign of Chris anywhere, I found Forrest from Bravo team but he died before I could help him and as for finding a way out, there’s a door leading into the back gardens of this place, maybe we can try to find a way out through that way.’

‘Ok, but Barry, what about Captain Wesker. He was the one who brought me in here, I know he’s alive, shouldn’t we look for him first?’

‘I searched as much as I could of the Mansion, I didn’t see any sign of him, perhaps he has gone out the back way himself. We cant stay in this house much longer or we will end up like the others.’

‘You’re right Barry, lets go.’ Jill went to get up from the bed.

‘Wait Jill,’ Barry put a hand on Jill’s shoulder. 

‘Barry what’s wrong?’ Jill asked, and then turned shocked as Barry dropped his hand and started fondling one of her tits. Barry was married, and Jill wasn’t particularly attracted to Barry, but they both knew these could be there last hours, or even minutes alive and suddenly to Jill the idea of enjoying the pleasures of sex in her last moments alive, seemed better than the pain of fear.

‘Ok Barry,’ Jill said, standing up and taking control. ‘Take off your pants and sit down on the bed.’

Barry unzipped his red SWAT like vest and chucked it to one side, then unbuckled his heavy duty combat trousers and let them fall down to his ankles, along with his cum stained boxer shorts (from earlier) then sat down on the bed. Jill watched Barry’s familiar thick cock, grow to its full 7 inches and broaden out into the thickest cock she had ever dealt with whilst she pulled down the skin tight denim jeans revealing her non panty covered pussy, then pulled up her t-shirt instantly sending her huge tits into full view.

Jill mounted Barry, before fucking her, Barry pushed 2 fingers up inside of Jill’s now very wet and hot pussy.

‘mmmm’ Jill moaned and pushed herself down taking all of Barry’s fingers inside her right down to the knuckle. 

Barry withdrew his fingers, used one hand to guide his hard prick into Jill’s hot cunt, and the other he put on her plump ass to push her down hard. Jill groaned as she slid all the way down Barry’s Tool, then all the way back up. Barry could feel Jill starting to go up and down faster and faster and gave her a smack on the ass.

‘Go on Jill, ride it.’

Jill groaned, put her head back, and her arms around Barry’s neck, then started bouncing hard and fast on Barry’s fat cock as her huge boobs heaved up and down. 

Barry could feel Jill’s pussy tightening around his cock and he knew she was going to orgasm soon, so he started thrusting up every time Jill slid down.

‘Oh that’s it Barry, Fuck me! Fuck ME!.......’ Jill screamed in orgasm as she felt Barry’s hot load spray jet after jet inside of her, she clenched her pussy around his cock keeping all of it inside of her until they both finished cumming. 

After a few seconds, Jill climbed off of Barry and the two began to fix themselves back up in an uncomfortable silence. 

‘I guess we should uh, head out into the courtyard’ Barry said, opening the door as Jill finished buttoning up her jeans.

The Two STARS members headed out towards the courthouse, where Wesker was waiting eagerly to great them, along with a Huge Spider and a very over grown Plant….

………To Be Continued.



Resident Evil: Delusions of Passion



Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of the Resident Evil stuff, but boy do I wish I did... that'd be pretty cool, huh? And I'd be slightly rich. Instead, I'm reduced to writing stories like this for nothing at all. *tear* Alright, let's get down to brass tacks. This is an erotic story, so nobody under 18 through this here door with the flying monkeys painted on it. As a warning, here's a little breakdown of what you can expect: F/plant, nc, gangbang, F/zombie, con. For those that are interested, this is a somewhat sequel to Lara Croft's Undead Lover. I'm planning on doing a third one, too, whenever I can get the ideas flowing for it, which will hopefully have a bit more real plot. Ok, enough of my inane babble and senseless ramblings... it's story time! 

Jill Valentine wandered the halls of the Spencer Estate Guardhouse. She hadn't been able to find any of the other S.T.A.R.S. members since first arriving in the mansion, and she was starting to worry that she'd never see any of them again. There were still more locked doors in the house, but she didn't have the right keys, so she had been searching the guardhouse for anything useful. So far, she hadn't found much, aside from more zombies and an unusually large beehive at the end of one of the halls. 

Jill entered one of the rooms to find a bookcase that had been pushed aside to reveal a hole in the floor. In the hole was a ladder. Jill descended the ladder to find more halls, these made of cold, stone, and there was a reek of mildew. Going further down the hall and around a couple corners, constantly cautious with her Beretta ready, she realized why. The floor tilted downwards and it was obvious that not very long ago had been covered in water. 

Jill went through the double doors at the end of the hall and entered a large room with a giant tank in the center of it. The tank was smashed and empty now, probably the reason that there had been water flooding the basement. She started to circle around the tank, wondering what could've been inside. As she turned one of the corners, she saw. Three sharks, one of them quite large with two smaller ones, flipped and flopped on the cement floor. They weren't normal sharks, they looked mutilated and rotting. 

Figures, Jill thought to herself, everything in this place is dead and rotting but still moving around. There were three doors in the basement, aside from the one she had entered from. She entered one to find what looked like a conference room of sorts... and something much stranger. It appeared to be plant roots, but they had broken straight through the ceiling and they were huge. Jill hadn't seen anything up above that looked like it would have roots. Still, she didn't want to get to close, so she turned and exited the room. 

The other two rooms proved to be just as useless as the first. She saw how the water had been drained... but by who? And the same mystery person had raided the supply closet next to the drainage room and had taken every useful thing. Sighing, Jill left the basement and headed back upstairs. There was only one final room to check, through another set of double doors near the back of the guardhouse. Jill entered the room quickly, sweeping her gun for anything that might attack, and then gasped. 

In the center of the room was a giant plant, clearly what the roots belonged to. There was a large pod in the middle and sweeping vines sprouting out from it with a mossy substance covering the entire room. Jill was stunned at the size of it and before she had a chance to react there was a loud thud as one of the tentacles slapped into the door behind Jill, closing it. That got the woman's attention, turning to grab at the handle, but it wouldn't turn. Then she felt one of the vines grip around her leg and yank her away from the door. 

Jill let out a shriek and her pistol went flying as she was lifted up off the floor towards the plant. More vines appeared to ensnare her, grabbing her at the wrists and ankles and spreading her out before the giant plant monster. Jill struggled fiercely, trying to get herself free, but it was no use. She started to wonder how this monstrosity would kill her, because there was no doubt it would. But the plant had other plans. 

Plant 42 was quite full, after having fed on the other two that had entered its lair. They had been fully cocooned in the moss that covered the walls and there was no way for Jill to realize that the corpses of Chris Redfield and Barry Burton were now mere lumps on the ceiling. After two large meals like that, Plant 42 wouldn't be hungry for a while, now it was just bored. It's vines had started to move over Jill's body, quickly discovering she was a female. Plant 42 was neither male nor female, but it had found that female humans were more fun to play with, and up until now it had only been able to play with the zombies. 

Feeling the warmth of Jill's body with its vines told Plant 42 that she was no zombie. If it had a mouth, it would have smiled. Instead, it just extended its tiny barbs from the vines and started to cut Jill's clothes away, very carefully. It didn't want to cut or hurt her, just disrobe her. Jill watched as the vines sliced her shirt and pants off of her body. 

What the hell was it doing? she thought. Why doesn't it just kill me and be done with it? 

A little over a minute later, all Jill wore were her boots. Her large breasts heaved with Jill's heavy breathing and a coating of sweat covered her body. She still didn't know exactly what was going on, but eying the vines long enough had given her an idea that she didn't like. Plant 42 lowered its barbs again and then the vines started to move over Jill's body again, caressing it. They moved over her tits, legs, back, ass, and crotch. One even moved up and stroked over her face. Jill started to weep. She had been right, this plant thing was going to rape her. She didn't want it to happen, the vines were so long and thick, but it seemed she didn't really have a say in the matter. 

The vine that had been rubbing up against Jill's crotch finally brought its tip to her cunt lips and started to push into the woman. Jill cried out as she felt the vine starting to penetrate her. It stretched her wide and her tears came more rapidly. The vine pushed more of itself into Jill, feeling her vaginal walls clench together, trying to push the invader out. The vine just went deeper, enjoying the tightness. It pulled back and thrust into her, starting to find a rhythm. 

As that vine entered, the one on Jill's chest wrapped around each of her tits and pushed them together, before sliding through her cleavage and beginning to titfuck her. This wasn't as unpleasant to Jill as the vine in her pussy was. The vine brushed against her nipples every once in a while, caressing them to hardness. But the roughness of which her breasts were being handled nullified any of the pleasure she felt. The vine moved up and down Jill's chest, through her tits, and finally went even farther up, entering her agape mouth. The woman's eyes widened at this new violation. She started to cough and gag, and was thankful when the vine pulled back down, only to have it re-enter seconds later. 

Jill made the mistake of thinking things couldn't get any worse, only to have a third vine push in between her ass cheeks. No, she thought pleadingly, please, no, not that. But the plant monster wasn't psychic, and even if it had been, it wouldn't have listened. It shoved its third vine into Jill's anus, causing her whole body to jerk. She managed to let out a high pitched scream, which was allowed to carry on for a short time, since the vine on her tits had stopped plunging into her mouth. Her scream was cut off, though, by a fourth vine that was interested in her lovely mouth. This one came from straight above her, so it could push itself down into her tight throat as it wished. 

Amidst the triple penetration and the tit fucking, Jill's sanity slipped. She lost all rational thought and concepts of pain and pleasure and suddenly, it all felt incredibly good to her. Her crying turned into slutty moans of pleasure and she started to thrash back and forth, not trying to escape, but to get more of the vines into her. She bobbed her head on the vine in her mouth, and thrust her hips back and forth, between the ones in her cunt and ass. She couldn't do much for the one between her boobs, but it was doing plenty itself. Jill felt the ecstasy build inside her body, until she was brought to a mind numbing orgasm. Her body rocked hard and she screamed loudly, even with the vine in her mouth. 

As she started to come down from cumming, Jill's sanity started to return and she realized what she had just done. She was absolutely sickened with herself, but it didn't stop the vines from continuing to thrust into her every way they could. This continued for quite a while, Jill's spirit cracking and finally shattering. She didn't cry, she didn't moan, she just hung there, letting the vines have their way with her. Finally, she felt a rumbling of sorts, coursing up all of the vines. It felt almost like a vibrator to her. Then she felt the cum start to blast into her, coating her insides and shooting up over her tits. It was green in color, almost glowing and it tingled as it touched her skin, inside or out. She was forced to swallow tons of the plant cum, and still it spilled out of her lips. Similarly, her cunt and anus were filled to beyond capacity, while her chest was totally covered with the goo. 

When the plant had finished shooting its loads into and onto the woman, it simply released her, letting her fall to the ground and splatter into a wet pool of the cum. The plant curled up its vines to sleep and Jill, amazed that she had been set free pushed herself to the door, finding it unlocked now. She left the room and shut the door behind her, leaning against it heavily. She was naked and covered in the slime. Unknown to her, it was highly poisonous. Not enough to kill her, but to weaken and disorient her, even causing hallucinations. But she didn't know this, she just knew she felt exhausted due to the ordeal she had just been through. 

And it wasn't over. Jill hadn't been sitting there a whole minute before she heard the buzzing of the bees from down the hall. She forced herself to her feet and ran for the door to the next hall, entering and pulling the door closed behind her. Jill was breathing heavily and starting to get a little dizzy. She felt ridiculous, walking around in nothing but her boots, but she didn't have her choice. Her clothes were still with the plant, and besides, they had been shredded. So she went on, stumbling every once in a while. 

Jill entered one of the dormitory rooms, knowing there was a bed in there, and maybe some clothes. Her eyes widened with joy at the sight she saw. "Chris!" she exclaimed, moving to him and hugging him, not thinking about her current slimy nudity. The real Chris was dead, in the same room with her clothes, but again she didn't know that. She was actually hugging a zombie, the smell of death strong off of it. The hallucinations had started to set in. 

The zombie hadn't been dead long enough to forget the allures of a naked woman. His cock started to harden as the woman hugged him and he found his constant hunger for flesh was met with an equally strong hunger for sex. Jill felt the hardness press against her firm stomach and smirked. "Chris, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were more happy to see me then usual." Then she remembered she was naked. "Oh... yea..." She looked back up at the rotting face in front of her, to her looking just like a living Chris. 

"Why don't you say anything?" Jill asked him. Her words were like mush to the zombie. He didn't know what she was saying, but he knew he wanted her. He moved his hands to her breasts, squeezing. Jill was surprised by this, but felt a heat start to grow between her legs. "Chris... don't..." But she didn't want him to stop. She had been attracted to Chris ever since she had first met him. Now that they were trapped in this hellish mansion and their chances of survival were slim, why not give in to temptation? At least her last sexual experience wouldn't be of being gang raped by a plant. She brought her face close to his and kissed his lips, moving her tongue into Chris's mouth. 

Part of the zombie's rotting mind told him to bite down now and eat the squiggling morsel in his mouth, but he still had enough human side left to remember how to kiss. He shoved his gray, bloated tongue back into Jill's mouth, continuing to squeeze her breasts and pinch at her nipples. Jill moaned into the zombie's mouth, pressing her nude body close to his. She moved one of her hands down, continuing to kiss him, and slid it down the front of his pants. Her fingers wrapped around the hard cock she found there and gave it a jerk. 

The zombie moaned, one of the only vocal things he could do anymore. This made Jill smile. "Like that, huh?" She moved her hand back and forth on the cock some more. She gasped as she felt one of Chris's hands move between her legs and push a finger inside her. The zombie started pushing his finger in and out of the woman's pussy. This went on for a few minutes, before Jill pushed Chris down onto the bed and yanked his pants off, letting his rod spring free. Not having to undress herself made things easier and she simply straddled him, letting the hard on slide into her body. 

Jill and the zombie moaned together and started to grind into each other. The zombie placed his hands on Jill's ass and pulled her onto him harder and harder as he thrust up to meet her. Jill cried out and lowered herself over Chris, kissing at his neck and moving up to his lips again, moving her tongue to play with his. His dick felt incredibly inside her and she felt an orgasm approaching. 

Albert Wesker had just finished killing Plant 42, a task which had been incredibly easy after it had tired itself out fucking Jill and had gotten the Shield Key. He was on his way back out, when he heard moans and screams which could only be fucking. Curious, Wesker poked his head into the room they were coming from and could barely contain his laughter. There was Jill Valentine humping with wanton pleasure a zombie, and loving every minute of it. This was better then fucking Lara Croft's corpse and spraying her brains all over the wall earlier. As much as he would have liked to ram his cock into Jill, this scene was much too entertaining to interrupt. Instead, he unbuttoned his pants and started to stroke his already hard member as he watched the couple fuck from behind his dark sunglasses. 

Jill didn't even notice the door open, or Wesker jerking off. The poison was ravaging her brain heavily, causing her skin to come to a boiling temperature. She was pouring sweat, even more so then a regular sexual act caused her and she was developing tunnel vision. All she could see was Chris's face as she pounded onto his cock, her pleasure increasing with every hump. Finally, she tensed her body and came, feeling Chris cum with her, his seed spilling into her body. She didn't even notice the burning sensation of the infected cum. She collapsed on top of her lover, breathing heavily and her heart pounding so fast she thought it might explode. 

In such close proximity, the smell of the zombie worked its way through the hallucination to Jill's senses. "Chris, honey... you need a bath. You stink," she said to him between gasps of air. She looked down at him smiling, but something looked odd about him. She narrowed her eyes and looked closer at him, then screamed as the sight of the zombie came into clear focus. But it was all too late. The zombie's lust had departed with his cum and now he was left only with the other hunger. As Jill screamed, the zombie bit into her throat. 

Wesker was torn between a sadness at seeing another such beautiful babe being killed and total amusement at the sheer hilariousness of the situation. In the end, both feelings were drowned out as he himself came. His cum shot out and landed on the floor as Jill's scream turned into a wet gargle as the zombie tore her throat out, blood spilling all over the bed. Jill fell forward against the zombie again, limply. Her flesh grew pale quickly and her breathing slowed. She looked over at the door, noticing it was open. The last thing she saw as the darkness of death claimed her was Wesker putting his dick away, a cold smile on his face. 

End.



Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 00



Prologue

AN: I do not own Resident Evil and I am not making profit from this work. 

"My name is Alice." The words sent a very cold chill down Dr. Samuel Isaacs's spine, and he stopped barking the orders immediately. With fear rising up from the pit of his stomach, he glanced over to the security Officer standing opposite him and gave the man a curt nod before spinning round to face his experiment. "And I remember everything."

She was smiling. Not a childlike smile, those were filled with joy and applaud. This was the smile of a predator, the same look a lion or a tiger would convey whilst stalking their prey. Only she was no lion or tiger, she was much more dangerous.

She was Alice Abernathy, AKA Project Alice, a security operative formerly employed by the Umbrella Corporation to guard the Raccoon City facility, codenamed 'The Hive'. Her body had been infected with the T-Virus during the outbreak and Isaacs and his colleague Cain had abducted her as well as the other survivor when they emerged and put them into the Nemesis program. Shortly before his death however, Cain had released them both into the chaos of an overrun Raccoon City. Isaacs had found her burnt body lying in the bed of a waterfall the next day, under the twisted wreckage of Cain's helicopter.

At first he had feared her dead, but by then the T-Virus had bonded with her cells and had brought her back from Death's brink in little over a week. Now she was standing before him fully recovered, naked except for a plain white sheet that only just protected her modesty, and much to Isaacs's displeasure, armed with the metal pen he'd given her just moments ago. Then it had been but a simple tool he'd used to judge her mental receptiveness to his questions, now it was a most lethal weapon.

The ballpoint's ink soaked tip was poised like a scorpion's tail, ready to pierce the eye of the foolish young scientist who had dared to linger too close to Alice. Isaacs had already forgotten the fool's name; he was incidental, a dime a dozen, and didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, not like himself.

Realising the danger, the good doctor moved to run but his movement seemed to trigger a reaction in Alice as she dropped the pen, only to ram her elbow into the confused scientist's jaw. The blow knocked him to the floor and he laid their unconscious whilst the previously amnesic test subject lashed out at the nearest target. There was no stopping her now and all chaos broke lose as the remaining scientists who were still standing ran for their lives.

It was almost a relief to Isaacs when the guard he'd previously signalled to, finally came to his senses and charged the rampaging woman. Dressed in the tactical black ballistic suit, the man should have over-powered her with ease but Alice was faster and had swung about before he could finish rounding the equipment. Her fist cracked against his windpipe with a sickening crunch and Isaacs was left to wonder if the guard was dead before or after he hit the floor. However, now there was nothing standing between him and Abernathy's vengeance and she stepped towards him like a grim Spector of death.

"No! Please think about what you are doing..." He pleaded, desperately trying to buy himself some much needed seconds but Alice was in no mood to hear it and she lunged forward and grabbed him by the neck. Her fingers were cold and inhumanly strong as they closed around his wind pipe, shutting off oxygen to the Chief Scientist's brain as she whirled around and tossed him head first into the recovery tank. The glass shattered on impact and Dr Isaacs fell to the floor in a bloody heap.

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For throwing that twisted witch doctor into the tank he'd previously held her captive in, Alice felt better than she had in years; It was good to give back some of the pain he and Cain had bestowed upon her and her friends. She was wondering how good it would be to finish him when another one of Umbrella's soldiers appeared. He looked older than the last and had the good sense not to try and rush her, or perhaps he was just too cowardly. The taser gun he had drawn suggested the prior but Alice never knew what to expect when it came to Umbrella.

He fired the darts without warning and a few thousand volts slammed into her system like a pair of fluffy pillows. She felt nothing but the sting of the hooks and the guard obviously didn't know what to do next as she gave him a look that said 'Is that all you got?' He tried to run when she ripped the barbs out but didn't get far as she hurled the sparking curves of metal right back at him. He fell to the ground, screaming and blubbering before finally going still.

Turning back to the deathly still body of Dr. Isaacs, Alice was about to break his neck when suddenly she heard the distant sound of sirens and realised one of the fleeing doctors must have triggered the alarm. Not wanting to be around when the dozen men with sub-machine guns burst into the lab, she decided it was time to take her leave. Grabbing a white lab coat, she let her grip on her towel covering her go slack while threading her arms through the sleeves and doing up the tie. Yet as she was leaving, she suddenly became aware that she was being watched. 'A camera...'

Alice hated being watched. It reminded her of being back in the Hive, where every move she made had been watched diligently by the Red Queen and she had been powerless to do anything about it. Now however, things were different.

The feeling only got worse as she left the lab. It crept along her spine like a snake as she emerged out in a chamber that's ceiling was held up by immense stone pillars, it teased her mind in every way possible until she couldn't take it anymore. Casting her eyes up at the ceiling, she spotted a security camera looking down at her and couldn't help smile that dangerous smile again. She could hear the guard who was watching her speaking now. He sounded scared, good; she wanted Umbrella to fear her. He was trying to call for help, mumbling over the words hastily as his fear got the better of him. It was fun to hear but like all predators, Alice quickly got tired of toying with her prey and wanted him to be quite. His call suddenly went dead, the last thing anyone heard of the guard was a scream that was half silenced by his throat filling up with blood.

She met no further resistance, either they had got the message she wasn't someone to fuck around with or they were setting up a trap. Alice didn't know which she'd prefer. While a fight with Umbrella's soldiers was always fun, given that all she'd have to contest against their fire-arms and body armour was a lab coat, it may be weighted ever so slightly in their favour.

Navigating her way through the maze of corridors, she finally found herself in the facility's lobby and without looking; Alice pushed open the glass door and stepped out into the night air. It was a cold evening; a sharp wind was blowing lightly and the feel of it against her skin sent a shiver down her spine. Or perhaps it had something to do with the dozen or so automatic rifles that were suddenly all pointing towards her.

An entire squad of Umbrella's soldiers had set up positions around the door and looking in all directions, Alice saw that she was completely surrounded, trapped between a wall and a hard place. Ominous clicks rang through the night as the soldiers chambered their rounds, letting her know that they meant business, should the red laser sights aiming at her heart have left any doubt in her mind.

"Shit" whispered Alice, her eyes jumping from one soldier to the next as she tried to find a weakness in their formation she could exploit. It wouldn't be easy getting out of this one; the soldiers were packed tighter than sardines and all appeared to have itchy trigger fingers at the ready. One wrong move and she'd be cut down in a hail of gun fire. To put it another way, she was fucked.

A soldier took a step closer; he was the only one not wearing a helmet so Alice guessed he was the squad leader. A sergeant probably, Umbrella always enjoyed throwing away NCOs as they were easy to replace. He probably thought capturing their run away Nemesis Program would be a good way to make that jump up the pay grade, well if he came to close; Alice would make sure that he earned it, providing he survived of course.

Distracted by the approaching officer, Alice almost missed the silently running SUV that pulled up behind the group of men. The Sergeant didn't however and he turned around just in time to see the doors opening and a trio of Umbrella executives stepping out. Or at least who they thought were executives.

Alice wasn't fooled however; she knew exactly who these three impostors were and was tempted to smile as Jill Valentine brushed past the NCO without a glance. She may have swapped her tube top and mini-skirt for a Kevlar bodysuit, but her attitude was just as potent. "Thank You Gentlemen but we'll be taking it from here."

"But...wait! On whose authority?" The Sergeant asked, scrambling to block her path but was then brushed aside by Carlos Olivera who flashed a phoney I.D his way whilst saying "Classified...Level Six authorisation. So stand down sergeant or be shot." The NCO wisely shut up from then on and when no one was looking, Alice couldn't resist giving Carlos a genuine smile.

The laser sights lowered as Jill came up to Alice's level. Not wanting to give away her cover, the former S.T.A.R.S officer didn't say a friendly word as she took her by the arm and lead her down the steps to the cruiser. Carlos was a little warmer as he put his jacket over her shoulders to help fight against the cold. LJ was holding the door of the cruiser open for her.

Not willing to risk breaking their cover, the three Raccoon City survivors kept up the guise even when the cruiser's heavy doors and tinted windows had hidden them from the soldiers' view. The atmosphere in the vehicle was tense as the risk of being discovered grew by the second yet much to their relief, no one tried to stop them as they pulled away. LJ kept their speed at a steady 15MPH has he drove the group through the compound, all went well until they reached the checkout station.

Stopping at the barrier as a pair of guards came out to greet them, Carlos calmly showed them the ID he'd used to silence the sergeant. Taking it off him after a brisk salute, the gateman examined it for a moment before glancing up at Alice. Something was wrong.

He looked like he was about to question her but the shrill ringing of a phone made him and his partner retreat back into their huts to answer the call.

"Be ready." Carlos whispered, putting the ID back in his jacket pocket before reaching under the dash board. Following his hand, Alice saw that there was a Heckler & Koch USP-9 taped underneath. "Alright, get ready to floor it LJ."

Then, from out of nowhere, the barrier lifted and LJ was saved the trouble of putting the SUV through its paces when the guards waved them through. Breathing a sigh of relief, Alice let herself relax back in the seat and watch idly as they finally pulled out of the facility, completely missing the small bundle in the back seat that suddenly came out of hiding.

"Alice!" Angie cried, throwing her arms around the woman's neck in a tight hug. Surprised by the child's miraculous appearance, she had to stop herself from reflexively breaking the girl's neck before returning the uneasy embrace. "Are you all right?"

Alice smiled but before she could answer, a sudden feeling of coldness came over her. It felt something like slipping into a cold bath, only in reverse. Growing light headed as a feeling of numbness ran down her spine, she just had enough time to hear Carlos say "It's good to have you back." Before she fell unconscious.

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A deep pot-hole jeered the cruiser violently, waking Alice with a start. Surprised by the volatile wake up call, she reached for her gun with the real intention of blowing anyone and everyone away, only the weapon was missing from its holster. The leather holster was missing too, in fact just about all of her clothes were gone.

She could feel something small snuggled next to her, a child. Blinking past the haze of confusion she cautiously looked down and saw that Angela Ashford was sleeping next to her. The sight of the peacefully sleeping child made all the nights livid events come back to her in one great rush and she couldn't resist fondly stroking the girl's light chestnut coloured locks, causing her to fidget ever so slightly in the cramped seating arrangements. The kid had lost everything and yet she still slept easier than she could.

"So you're finally awake." Said Jill, turning away from the cruiser's rear-view window to face Alice; "You gave us quite a scare there, but then I guess escaping from Umbrella's primary facility isn't as easy as busting out of a city overrun by the infected." It was a poor attempt at humour, but Alice smiled all the same; it was comforting for her to know that Jill hadn't changed. "So what did they do to you?"

"You don't want to know." Alice said before turning back to look out her window. They were driving through an industrial estate, large, graffiti stained warehouses all in various stages of disrepair lined the street like broken dominos and she could just make out a sign saying 'You are leaving Detroit' beneath a flickering street light. "We're in Detroit?"

"The resistance is in Detroit." Carlos said before looking back at her. "We'll be there in a few minutes."

"The resistance..." Alice asked, unable to hide her confusion as she looked from him to Jill, and then back at Carlos. "What resistance?"

"The Resistance against Umbrella." Jill said, no longer looking at Alice as instead she kept a watchful eye on the passing surroundings; watching for any sign that they might be heading into an ambush.

'Against Umbrella...' The news made Alice a loss for words as she tried to piece together the picture. Back in the hive, Matt had told her that there were those working to stop Umbrella but she had thought they were more like Green-Piece activists than a resistance force. Could there really be a military force devoted to the destruction of Umbrella, or were they just a group of wronged mercenaries and delusional survivors who think they can make a difference.

Carlos was as good as his word when he said they'd be there in just a few minutes, indeed Alice had counted four when they suddenly turned off the main road and ran across a loading bay that was littered with the broken or rusted remnants of heavy equipment before pulling up in front of one of the warehouses. It was ugly and rundown, with not one brick of its exterior untouched by either time or vandalism. The windows had all been steel-shuttered, making it clear the place had been abandoned for some time. 

Not put off by its rundown state, LJ parked the Cruiser on the curb in front of the warehouse and killed the still smoothly running engine. Unbuckling their seatbelts, Carlos, Jill and LJ disembarked from the cruiser. Following suit, Alice was about to follow them out when she felt the sleeping Angie begin fidgeting against her and not wanting to leave the girl alone in the SUV, she scooped Angie up in her arms and with a little help from the T-Virus, carried her out into the night air.

Looking distinctly like a mother and daughter, Alice and the sleeping Angie followed the trio. Peering through the gloom, she could just make out a pair of painted black double doors. There was a rusty padlock and chain dangling from the handles but Jill ignored it, instead lifting up a cover that resembled the brick work to reveal a key-pad. She punched in the code without looking back, causing a rusty grinding to echo out from within the walls as the doors were suddenly lifted up to reveal the warehouse's interior.

"Welcome to the resistance's headquarters."

In a state of shock, Alice felt her eyes widening as she looked inside the dilapidated building. Despite the run down state of its exterior, the interior was teeming with life, a high-tech mecca full of state of the art technology and weapons cases. Ripped of all the usual distractions you'd expect to find in a warehouse such as this, it appeared to be an pompously large and glancing up, she saw that layers of walkways, balconies and offices rimmed the higher walls, suggesting that there might be even more levels to this chamber. On the roof, she could see that an old skylight had been left uncovered, allowing a view of the star littered night sky to any who wished to crane their heads.

Unable to keep the shock from her face, Alice looked on with a wide eyed expression on her face; it most certainly wasn't what she was expecting. Powerful computer stations and surveillance systems had been set up all over the headquarters and sections of every wall were dominated by digital photographs and video captures of Umbrella associates.

At the group's arrival, curious eyes suddenly turned in their direction and whispered murmurings broke out amongst the populace like wildfire as flanked by Jill, Carlos and LJ, Alice and the sleeping Angie strode into the mobile command centre. Subconsciously, she counted between thirty and forty people, all of whom she noted were carrying side arms or were well within reach of a firearm. However before she could investigate further, the wall on the warehouse's opposing side suddenly burst open to reveal a concealed door and three figures emerged from it.

A man was in the lead, he looked to be around forty but the short cut brown hair and broad shoulder line made it hard for her to be exact. Dressed in a green shirt and red leather body warmer with black trousers and boots, he would have looked right at home in a trailer park, but the shoulder holstered 44. Magnum gave him an air of danger. This, Alice decided, was not a man to fuck around with or take lightly.

The same couldn't be said for his companions. On his left was a girl who looked barely into her twenties, she had cropped brown hair and a kind, rounded face that made any façade of toughness her worn leather jacket and baggy tan jeans may try to bestow, totally redundant. On his right was a man who would have looked far more at home in an office and a tailored suit. His comb over brown hair was stained by streaks of grey and he had a straightened walk that testified to years in an administrative position. 

"Valentine! It's about time you showed up." The leader said, his heavy jaw twisting in a grin that didn't suit him as he turned toward Alice. "So is this the famous Alice Abernathy I've heard so much about?"

"You bet your sweet ass it is." Jill answered, smiling a cat like smile as she gestured between Alice and the three. "Alice, these are the leaders of the resistance and chairmen of the 'I hate Umbrella' fan club. Barry Burton...Rebecca Chambers...and George Hamilton."

"Charmed, now do you have a cigarette? I could really do with a smoke."

Grinning, Carlos pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his jacket and passed one of the sticks to Alice and then lighting it for her a moment later. The end burning a bright gold as she inhaled the toxins, enjoying the feel of its venom causing through her system and feeding her a relief she hadn't enjoyed in weeks.

"Mmmmm...Thanks." She said to Carlos, exhaling a puff of smoke before clasping the fag tightly in the corner of her mouth as she turned her attention back to Burton. "So why do you hate Umbrella?" She was being direct, possibly boarding on rude, but the man only grinned as if it was a refreshing change.

"We ran afoul of Umbrella in the Arkley Mountains, back when we were part of S.T.A.R.S. We'd discovered Umbrella was preforming illegal viral and biological experiments and our teams were sent in to investigate the legality of the claims." His voice was as gruff as his stubble ridden chin could suggest but Alice could sense




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"I, my partner, Barry and Rebecca were the only ones to make it out of that hell hole alive!" Interrupted Jill, her voice betraying the anger she felt at the memory as she lit up her own cigarette. The outburst caused Angie to squirm slightly and seeing it, Jill managed to calm down enough to lower her voice. "Of course, our findings were dismissed. Our commander claimed we had no proof and then promptly shit canned us to keep us from talking. I swear that fucker was on Umbrella's payroll." A dry chuckle reverberated around the small circle at the comment and even LJ and Carlos, who had seen the depths of Umbrella's corruption first hand, could enjoy the humour.

"Ironically the bastard probably saved our lives." Burton added in, "If we hadn't been suspended than we'd of been in the City when the shit hit the fan."

"Anyway, after we escaped Raccoon I brought LJ and Carlos here. When we learnt you had survived, Barry and Rebecca helped us plan a way to get you out."

Hearing her name mentioned, Rebecca took a step forward. She looked nervous, perhaps not so use to taking the centre stage as Burton. "While on suspension, we were able to track down a number of people who had had connections to Umbrella. They gave us all we'd need to know in order to breach their security." She was gaining confidence now and the words seemed to be coming easier to her. "Hi I'm Rebecca and if you need anything, just let me know."

"Err-thanks." Alice said, not entirely sure of just what to make of the proclamation. "Well I need a gun...and perhaps some new clothes."

"I'll take her." Carlos cut in, causing Rebecca to look almost deflated until he added "Rebecca, can you take Angie to her bed, she's had a long night." It was as if the mercenary had given her some great task and she took the sleeping child from Alice with a wide smile. For a moment, Alice wanted to protest but Carlos took her aside before she had the opportunity and together they made their way command centre. However her ears were still listening to the remainder of the conversation.

"Barry, where is Chris? There is something I have to tell him." Jill explained, her voice taking on a different tone now that she thought Alice was out of earshot. It sounded like desperation, or perhaps just urgency. She couldn't quite tell.

"Chris left for LA hours ago Jill, he went to go and find his little sister. But we have bigger problems..." The rest of their conversation was lost in the air as Alice and Carlos passed through the concealed door's threshold.

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After the eternal coldness of Umbrella's regeneration tank and the chilling gale that had raged through the night, the scolding hot water that pelted her body in great waves had been just what the doctor ordered. It turned her milky skin pink as the warmth seeped through her in ways shed forgotten were possible. It had been so long since she last showered; she'd forgotten how good one could feel.

Sadly the running waters couldn't wipe away her memories like they could her pain and she was forced to suffer in silence as the faces of every one who had died passed before her mind's eye.

'It's all because of Umbrella.' She thought venomously, the shower doing nothing to sooth her temper even after it had washed the soap and dirt from her. 'They must be made to pain for what they have done.'

Reluctantly, she turned the shower off when she felt the water temperature slowly start to drop. The cold began to return to her as she pulled the soaked curtain back, but Alice thought nothing of it as she left the last of the water trickle down her naked body. Coldness was something she was accustomed to.

Towelling herself down as she stepped from the shower stall, she walked across the dingy bathroom and came to stand before the rusty sink. The bathroom, if one could call it that, was clouded by thick layers of steam, its metal appliances rusty and littered by flecks of mould and something which looked suspiciously like dried blood. There was a small square mirror hanging on the wall over the sink, its surface smeared by condensation and dirt. A sense of Déjà vu came over her when she wiped her hand over the reflective surface but in all the excitement of the last few weeks, she couldn't quite pinpoint exactly when she'd lived this moment before. 

Her reflection stared back at her; outwardly she looked just the same as she always had. There were the same honey golden locks and fierce blue irises, the same pouting red lips and small feminine chin, absolutely identical to the face she had seen every past day of her life. But on the inside, she knew she was as far from the norm as it was possible to get. 

Unable to stop shivering as the steam that floated around the unventilated room began to settle on her skin, Alice soon abandoned the mirror and pushed open the door to her new chambers. It was small and very Spartan like in relation to the great mansion she had lived in barely a month ago. It had minimal furnishings and the apex of those was a single cot with a few blankets and a pillow for comfort. Her clothes had already been lain out for her with a Para Ordnance Nite Tac pistol and its leather holster resting beside them. The garments were simple, a dark green V-neck top with short sleeves and a pair of dark blue jeans that looked a little tight, but she was thankful for anything that might be better than that thin lab coat.

She was just slipping her feet into a pair of Cowgirl boots when suddenly a knock reverberated against the room's door. The person on the other side didn't wait for her response before opening and Alice turned her head just in time to see Carlos standing in the threshold.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, shutting the door behind before walking up to her and holding out another cigarette. As she accepted, Alice couldn't help but note the way his fingers were shaking around the butt.

"I've been worse." She said as he lit the tip, being careful not to inhale too quickly as she took the first puff. "So why does everybody here seem to know my name?"

"Because...Because you're a hero to them Alice." He said, stammering a little as the question caught him by surprise. "You've done things many here could only dream of doing. You've quite literally given Umbrella the biggest fuck you they can imagine and live to tell about it. In their book, you're a hero."

'Hero huh...' She thought, smirking around the fag as the notion appealed to her in no small way. She'd always wanted to be a hero, it had been part of the reason she made contact with Lisa Broward, to be a hero and make a difference in peoples' lives. She'd thought that dream had died with Lisa in the Hive, just another corpse in that facility, only one she thought even the T-virus could never resurrect. It had seemed so impossible back then, in all the chaos and death of those few bleak days, but now she dared to let herself hope, hope that just maybe with the help of these right-minded mercenaries she could do what no one had done before her.

"Do you remember what they were doing to you?" Carlos suddenly asked, making Alice blink in surprise at such an out of the air question. She hadn't thought much on what might have happened to her whilst she'd been unconscious in the Umbrella lab; it went without question that they would have run tests but evidence that they'd had a chance to experiment was lacking.

"I haven't thought about it." She said, suddenly feeling a hot flush coursing through her as she looked up at Carlos. Her eyes slowly feasting on his rugged looks and fierce brown eyes, he wasn't exactly handsome in the conventional term, but he was far from hideous and Alice had been without the feel of a man's touch for longer than she cared to remember. With one last drag, she flicked the fag away into a nearby bin before taking a tentative step towards Carlos, her hand reaching out to run lightly over his shirt covered chest. "I've had a lot on my mind lately."

Taken aback by her sudden forwardness, the former mercenary stood toe-to-toe with the beauty. Almost a foot taller than Alice and as he looked down, he was spoiled with a wonderful view of her pale sapphire eyes. She was enigmatic and her provocative gaze seemed to be staring into his very soul, her exquisitely crafted face leaning ever so slightly forward. He knew he should stop this and he opened his mouth to object; only her lips found his in the last instant and his words died.

Someday in the long distant future, Alice may come to regret her actions, but here and now she wanted him like she had wanted no other. She shivered with need as his hands encircled her slim waist, pulling her against his hard body as their tongues met for the first time in a hungry dance of desires. Passion burned through her veins like liquid fire and her heightened senses were flooded with his intoxicating taste as she lost herself in the moment.

Hungry for more, she growled low in her throat and suddenly pushed Carlos against the metal door, her fingers dipping beneath the silken fabric of his shirt and running wildly over the sinewy muscle of his chiselled chest. In her mind, she was mapping the place of his every scar and battle wound while enjoying the feel of his hot skin trembling under her touch as her fingers racked down his torso. Carlos hissed as her nail scrapped over his nipple and Alice couldn't help grinning as she broke the kiss and leant over to slowly lick the sensitive area behind his ear...

Knock-Knock! The echoing sound of someone rapping their knuckles against the door broke the two apart faster than a freezing bucket of water. Short of breath, they stepped away from each other and hurriedly tried to compose themselves in case whoever was at the door decided to come in. "Yo Alice, Carlos, you in there?" asked A gruff, accented voice through the door and the couple breathed sigh of relief as they realised it was just LJ. "Common we gotta go."

With a last look in the others direction; they opened the door to the former pimp. For a moment he looked like he might say something but then he discarded whatever it was as a more pressing issue seemed to be on his mind. "Something's going on upstairs." Confused but recognising the desperation in the man's voice, the pair didn't waste time asking questions and hurried out the door with LJ making up the rear.

Beyond the command central, the warehouse's interior was a labyrinth of passages, stairways and small rooms and Alice counted more than a dozen different workshops, labs and firing ranges as she and the men worked their way back to the headquarter's hub. Rounding corner after corner, they finally burst through the concealed doors to find a large crowd had gathered around the chamber's centre in a large circle.

Pushing her way through the tightly pack crowd of onlookers, Alice quickly lost sight of both Carlos and LJ. They had disappeared like rain in the ocean, forcing her to navigate the treacherous depths of the mob alone. All around, people were shoving and jostling like trapped horses and she was forced to use a touch of her T-Virus strength to get through them. Up ahead she could just make out the shapes of two figures having what looked like a heated argument, but whom and why eluded her.

Lost in a sea of faces, barely able to keep her head above the suffocating swells, she desperately sought a safety line; her eyes scouring the masses until she found a profile she recognised. George Hamilton was standing nearby, somehow holding firm against the volatile mass's tug and pull. Fixing her gaze on the man as she laboured to push and shove her way to him, Alice couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief to be momentarily out of the crowd.

"George..." Alice said, almost out breath from the exhausting ordeal. "What's happening?"

Having not noticed the woman's approach, he was caught off guard by her sudden appearance and his head shot round so fast it looked in risk of popping off his shoulders. He brushed it off quickly however, and after running his eyes other her once, he turned back to whatever was at the heart of this outbreak. "Jill and Barry are debating what we should do next." He said in almost nonchalant manner, as if all this was a regular occurrence.

'Debating?' Alice thought before looking around at the still bustling onlookers. 'More like brawling if these bastards are anything to go by.'

Alice continued to watch the spectacle, unable to get to the source of the problem she decided she'd wait until the mob grew tired of the spectacle. She surmised it wouldn't take long, amusements that weren't violent tended to lose their appeal quickly. It was as she was standing there that suddenly she noticed something unusual, she could hear a low hissing.

The sound seemed to be coming from everywhere, echoes off the walls made it impossible to pinpoint and the crowd wasn't helping matters with its shouting. Focusing all her energies on rooting out the noise, Alice cast her eyes around the hub in a desperate search. Her instincts told her something was wrong, that the noise didn't belong...all she had to do was find it.

It was only be chance that she happened to glance upwards and see the shadows that streaked across the warehouse's roof. Following the shades, her eyes widened in horror as she saw the men in ballistic suits standing over the skylight and going completely unnoticed by the crowd. Realisation sinking in, she swung around and looked at the nearest steel-shuttered window. It was warping and Alice was sure she could see a glow from beneath the brick work. A blowtorch!

Umbrella had found them. The fact hit her like a wall of steel and she was about to shout out a warning when she saw something that made her heart stop. Little Angie was awake and in the crowd. There was an older girl holding her hand; she looked to be in her mid-teens and had dirt blond hair and was wearing a pink vest and a knee length skirt. They were fighting their way through the crowd but when Angie saw Alice and the ten year old suddenly broke away and began running towards her.

"No Angie, stay there!" Alice cried, but she was too late as already the shutters were pealing back and the Umbrella troops behind were hurling small cylinders inside the warehouse. One rolled across the floor and stopped at her feet.

The flash bang grenades exploded with a pop that filled the room with blinding white light and unable to close her eyes fast enough, she was hit by the full force of the explosion. She might have been screaming but she couldn't hear it over the ringing in her ears as the explosion made her stumble back. Blind and deaf, she had just enough sense remaining to drop to her knees, not wishing to present the attackers with an easy target.

She wasn't sure how long she knelt there on the cold stone before her hearing returned, it felt like hours but was most likely only a couple of minutes as the screams of the scared and injured still scorched the night with their song. She could hear blasts of gunfire beneath the cries and made to reach for her pistol as her vision returned, first in entangled shapes, and then distorted blurs. Colour flooded back to her so that she could make out black clad figures standing outside every window, the muzzles of their automatic rifles flashing as they fired a continuous stream of hot lead into the scattering Resistance staff.

Using what little sight she had to aim her gun at the soldiers nearest her, Alice began firing relentlessly at the Umbrella Corporation's mercenaries. Most of her bullets exploded harmlessly on brickwork but at least two hit home as a pair of the ballistic garbed guns-for-hire dropped out of sight.

The shock of suddenly hearing the ominous click of an empty chamber jolted the woman back to the world and jamming the empty gun back into its holster, she began to crawl away. Blessedly the soldiers hadn't noticed her firing in all the confusion and her way was clear for the moment, or at least it was until she spotted the familiar corpse lying next to her. It was George Hamilton, his body riddled with the still smoking bullet holes and the look of shock plainly visible on his face from where he had been caught in the fire.

A child's scream ripped through the night and remembering Angie, Alice immediately turned her head towards the source, her ocean blue orbs opening wide as she saw the diabolical work. Angie was lying still and deathly pale upon the ground, a shallow pool of blood slowly enveloping both her and the other screaming girl.

With little regard for the danger, Alice scrambled to her feet and ran to the children. Bullets flyed all around her a rain of lead but the soldiers' aim was no match for her speed and every round missed its mark. Ignoring the girl in the pink vest as she approached, all feeling suddenly left her legs and she fell to her knees before the lifeless form of Angela Ashford. Looking down through tear glazed eyes at the girl's dead features, Alice became unable to contain her grief and threw back her head and released an agonised cry that echoed around the warehouse and drew the attention of just about every umbrella soldier within a miles radius.

Dozens of sights turned on her in an instant, but Alice no longer cared. Tears were gushing from her eyes and all her hopes and expectations began to crumble around her as the open eyed body of Angie stared past her to a place that might at last grant her the peace life had long denied. All around her, the bloody bodies of slain resistance fighters lay broken and twisted on the cold floor and it was all her fault. This massacre was all because of her, just like Matt and Rain, the Hive and Raccoon City, they had all been her fault. So why do the people she cares about always have to die?

Because she was unarmed, the Umbrella soldiers shouted a warning, but Alice couldn't hear them. She didn't want to hear them. With Angie's death, her life had lost all meaning and now she just wanted it all to end. What was the point in living if everyone close to her always died? Whatever awaited her beyond the veil of death; it had to be better than living with this pain.

With tears still rolling down her checks, she looked up and watched the mercenaries prime their rifles. 'At last...' was all she thought before closing her eyes and waiting for the final act.

Poppoppoppoppop... She heard the gun shots ring out, but never felt them rip her body to shreds. Was she already dead? Had the bullets already done their work and left her in a huddle on the floor? But then if this was death, why could she still feel the knot in her heart, was she condemned to feel like this for all eternity as punishment for some of her less noble deeds!

A hand grabbed her shoulder firmly, jeering Alice back to life. Puzzled by the fact she was still alive, she opened her eyes and saw a hail of bullets exploding into the Umbrella soldiers. Realising someone was behind her, she spun around to find Jill Valentine, still in her black Umbrella bodysuit, standing over her and emptying an AK-47 into the corporation's mercenaries. Behind her, the girl in the pink vest was watching on wide-eyed while Carlos provided cover with the help of an UZI. In the distance, she could just make out LJ and Barry Burton rushing the fleeing survivors out another concealed exit and the knowledge that not all the resistance had died gave her some comfort.

"Alice we have to go!" Jill cried, practically dragging the lame woman to her feet as the remaining Umbrella troops ducked for cover. Without looking, she shoved a loaded MP5K into her hands before turning to the girl. "Come on Dahlia, it's time for us to go sweetie."

Dahlia looked once at Jill and then at Angie's blood covered body. It was clear she didn't want to leave her friend but she didn't have much of a choice. Umbrella would kill everyone they could this night; even a child like her would not be spared their wrath.




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Watching as the girl nodded her head; a new feeling came over Alice. She was moved by this child's courage and couldn't help but wonder if Angie was her first contact with death, or perhaps the hundredth. The loss of a closely held friend could never be easy for one so young to bear, yet this girl had the strength to carry on and see past her own pain. For Alice's power and strength, this girl was stronger than her in just about every respect.

The realisation was as bitter as a lemon and left a strong feeling of loathing brewing inside her breast, but it also gave her the strength to go on. Recognising the weight of the loaded sub-machine gun, she looked to Jill but before she could convey her thanks, a deadly shower of shattered glass suddenly rained down around them. Acting fast, Alice grabbed Dahlia and dived to the side. Jill did the same, only to the opposite side of the falling glass. Thick coils of braded black ropes fell through the broken sky light, followed closely by more black clad figures who abseiled down the ropes.

Using her own body to shield the girl from the falling glass, Alice gave Dahlia a small smile to say she'd be fine. "Are you OK?"

"Yea..." she said, nodding her head frantically as she looked at Alice with wide eyes.

"Good, now...RUN" The woman yelled before rolling to the side so that she was facing the coming danger. Her MP5K already raised, she took aim and fired. The mercenaries moved like blurs as they slid down the ropes but it was nothing her eyes couldn't pick out and she fired off the sub-machine gun in long bursts, cutting their bodies to gore dripping confetti with the armour-piercing rounds.

Obeying the mysterious woman, Dahlia got to her feet and ran for her life. Jumping over bodies and between computers, she could see Carlos firing his Uzi at some invisible target to her left so she veered to the right, not wanting to be caught in the field of fire. However, one of the surviving Umbrella soldiers at the window spotted her and trained his gun on her path, only to be shot through the head as Jill rolled over and emptied the last of her AK-47's mag into him. Free and clear, the girl ran past Olivera to join Barry and LJ who, now with the last of the survivors away, dived inside and pulled the concealed door closed.

"Let's Go!" Jill cried, discarding the empty riffle before drawing her 9mm Biretta from its holster. Hearing the voice, Alice stopped firing and turned to Valentine in time to watch a sniper's round suddenly explode through the woman's side. Surprised by the wound, Jill never screamed. In a state of shock, her hand automatically moved to cover the hole as a wash of hot blood gushed forth, carrying with it the black gore that was the remnants of her insides. Blood touched Jill's lips and she looked up at Carlos, and then Alice before crumpling to the ground in a still heap.

The sight couldn't have hit Alice harder if she had been the one shot, transfixed by the awful tableau she dropped the smoking MP5K. So another one of her friends was dead and cold...

"Alice!" Carlos's shout mingled with the cold metallic click of a priming rifle and both sounds caused the woman to look up and see an Umbrella soldier dangling from one of the ropes not a 20cm from her and pointing a FAMAS right between her eyes.

"Don't move." He ordered, his voice distorted by the black breathing apparatus that his face from view. Alice didn't even blink, without a trace of fear she knocked the automatic aside and then struck with a lightning fast blow to the throat, breaking his neck like a twig. Feeling in no way like a grave robber, she took the weapon from the corpse and then without a look back, she ran to Carlos.

"What kept you?" He asked before they both took off through the doors. Still trying to recover from the massacre, no Umbrella troops made to stop them as they dashed through the maze of halls. Alice never asked where they were going, instead trusting in Olivera's skills to get them clear of this place of death. She now knew what she must do, fore there was an evil in the world that had to be cut from it, but she could only do it alone...

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"Fuck..." Jill gasped, blinking past the blackness as a fire crept through her veins from the gapping injury. This was far from the first time she'd been shot, hell S.T.A.R.S members collected scars like children collect stamps, but this was defiantly the first time she'd been hit by such a large calibre. The wound it left was immense and she could practically feel her life slipping away in the crimson tide which bled out of her.

In the back of her mind, she knew she only had a few minutes of life left. She'd seen battle wounds like hers before and death had almost always been the result, it would be best if she just relaxed and let it come to her in the depths of a dream. Only Jill Valentine wasn't the type to just die in her sleep, she intended to fight until the very end; even if the fight was impossible to win.

Dimly, she was aware of more Umbrella soldiers entering the warehouse, some sliding down the cables while others climbed through the windows and set up a perimeter. They were keeping their distance however, and the fact that they were wary of her even when she was obviously dying made Jill's blue lips turn up in a weak smile. She quickly lost count of how many of the Corporation's mercenaries entered the former safe-house, her vision grow so weak that she couldn't so much as tell where one began and another ended until one finally stepped forward.

Like a grim Spector, the soldier slowly walked forward until he was standing over her dying form. Absentmindedly, Jill couldn't help but wonder how this bastard hadn't been killed off long ago. Although dressed in the black gear, he was larger and much stockier than his counterparts, practically massive by the average man's standards he'd have stuck out like a sore thumb in a fire fight.

"So this is Jill Valentine, at last we meet." Said a distorted voice before the soldier reached up and pulled the breathing apprentice from his face to reveal a sight that made Jill gasp in horror. "I am Albert Wesker, chairman of the Umbrella Corporation, at your service."

Jill felt a sickness rising in her gut that had nothing to do with the bullet hole as she looked up at the man, taking in his bone white skin and bleached blonde hair with a feeling of disgust. A pair of dark lensed sunglasses hid his eyes but she could already feel the coldness of his stare on her skin, touching her with all the warmth of a sheet of ice. "Wesker, I thought you were dead..." She gasped weakly, trying to ignore the blood on her breath as she pushed herself up.

She'd hoped that her words might encore some sort of reaction from the man, but to her disgust he only grinned at her. "The reports of my demise were greatly exaggerated." Dr Isaacs walked through the wall of soldiers, the cuts on his face still red from where the glass had cut him just hours earlier but his smile was no less confident as he presented a large titanium carrying case to the man. "But that is something you and I shall now share, because you see Miss Valentine, I have decided that you shall be the first subject of a very special project." With that, the Dr opened up the case and revealed something that made the dying woman's eyes grow wide with horror.

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Being as quiet as mice, Alice and Carlos hustled through the labyrinth of shipping containers and broken machinery. Moving as fast as he could manage, they were careful to keep out of sight of the sweeping patrols that were combing the estate. It wasn't easy, their way was full of minor obstacles that they had to either cross or navigate round and the smooth walls of steel offered them little cover. If they were caught here, they'd have little chance of making it out unscathed. With that thought in mind, Alice made sure to keep a ready finger on the trigger of her stolen FAMAS rifle as she watched the winding path ahead of them with a keen eye.

"The rendezvous point is on the other side of this junk yard." Carlos said before slamming a fresh magazine into his Uzi. From every corner they could hear distant gunshots ringing out as some of the surviving resistance members engaged in desperate fire fights with Umbrella Troops and it was clear he wanted to go and help, but every time they got near the night suddenly fell silent and there was no need to wonder about who had won as Umbrella very kindly left the bullet ridden bodies where they fell. "If we keep heading east and try to avoid the patrols..." A chilling scream suddenly rang out from further down their path before being silenced in a hail of gunfire "Or maybe a little longer."

Holding their breath, Carlos and Alice shouldered their weapons and cautiously Inched forwards. The way ahead was hidden by a sharp bend but Alice could smell the aroma of blood and gun powder on the air and she could hear men whispering orders. It was impossible to tell how many blocked their path from where they were however, so she signalled Carlos to stay where he was with a quick hand signal before taking a step forward. Flattening herself against the wall of containers, she took in a nerve steadying breath before quickly peering round and then retracting her head before anyone had a chance to see her. Things defiantly did not look good. Not ten steps away was a large expense of open land that was practically teaming with Umbrella soldiers.

"Is there another way round?" She asked Carlos as he came up behind her.

"Not unless we go back to the warehouse." He said with no trace of humour as he shook his head. "Can we fight a way through?" Alice didn't want to answer. There had to be at least twenty of ballistic clad soldiers before, even together there was small chance they'd be able to kill them all and even if they did, the rest of the Umbrella strike team would be alerted by the noise and then they'd be swamped by the fuckers.

Hoping to find another solution, she glanced round just in time to see an officer walk through the troops and start barking orders. When he was done, the mercenaries suddenly began to disperse.

"They're leaving," she said excitedly, looking back at her companion with a smile on her lips.

"That's great, so can we get out of here please?"

Realising they weren't out of the woods just yet; she turned back to the space and watched the soldiers leave. This would need to be timed just right... "Let's go."

As quiet as the not so dead, they ran from the safety of the shadowed bend, across the open space to the avenue opposite them. At any moment they expected to hear the call of alarm or the short of a rifle so the pair didn't stop to see if they'd been spotted before taking off into the darkness. They ran flat out, not resting or speaking until they caught sight of vehicles in the distance.

"Just a bit further..." gasped Carlos, his voice now carrying an air of urgency. He was tired from trying to keep up with the seemingly inexhaustible woman and desperately wanted to stop for a moment to catch his breath but realising just how close they were to getting away from the slaughter, he pushed himself a little harder. There'd be plenty of time to rest later.

Alice suddenly stopped, her eyes growing wide as she looked up ahead to where the safety waited for them. She so badly wanted to go there, to leave this place and enjoy the comfort of other people, but in her mind she had been running over everything that had happened and she knew she just couldn't. It was just too dangerous for them to take her.

"What is?" Carlos asked breathlessly, confused by her sudden stop now that they were so close. "Alice what's wrong?"

"I...I can't go with you." She said, taking a voluntary step back as she shook her head in dismissal. "I'm like a plague, everyone who's close to me dies, and I won't risk losing you too." And then before he could stop her, Alice was gone into the night.



Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 01



Chapter 1

Assault on Tokyo

Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from this work and I do not own Resident Evil. 

The target was moving slowly, the decomposing limbs hindering its motions as it hobbled between the skeletal ruins of cars in search of something only its death rotten brain could understand. Unable to see in the low light, it often stumbled blindly into the car it was trying to go around and didn't notice the deafening shot which rang out less than half a mile away. Understanding nothing, it turned its head at the sound of a window breaking but any thoughts it may have had were silenced quickly when the Sharpshooter's high calibre round hit its head, ripping the top half of its skull away and splattering the car in a spray of black gore.

Watching the skeletal body crumple to the floor, Minase Kimokora couldn't help but smile, "Biohazard Terminated."

"So I saw, nice shooting." said Toshi, his voice crackling in the ear piece as he gave the other sniper's kill confirmation. It made Minase grin, Toshi was always a sore loser and he couldn't resist twisting his rifle to the side to watch his partner's distress. The night scope bathed the area in a fluorescent green yet to his dismay, the man wasn't about to indulge him. Instead he gave a brisk thumb up. 'Cheeky bastard.'

"That's my lead three to one." He said, unable to resist zooming in slightly to watch the smile vanish from the man's face. They'd played this game often; it was one of the few perks of being on night watch and the fact the loser had to buy the winner a glass of Saki made it all the sweater. Nothing was better than a glass of warm Saki after a cold night watch.

"Yea well the night is young, and there are plenty more fish in the sea." Toshi remarked before swivelling his gun around in search for more infected. His words were designed to bolster his confidence but they'd both played this game enough to know that it was hard to recover from being two kills down. "Hey I got one in the fish market, how about double or quits on this kill?"

Smirking, Minase angled his gun on the remnants of what had once been one of the busiest fish markets in the city. Now however, only ghosts and the infected remained. The stalls which had once been filled with fresh and salted fish were nothing more than piles of rotten and broken timber and everywhere he looked was corpses. It wasn't hard for him to find Toshi's target. The creature was slumped over the first corpse Minase had shot that night and he could see that it was too busy feasting on the infected flesh to notice it was being targeted by the Umbrella snipers.

Watching the Biohazard cannibalising the remains filled Minase with an anger only their foul kind could stir within him. He hated the infected with a raw passion, he had only been a raw recruit in the Umbrella military when the outbreak hit Tokyo but that had been enough to earn his family a home inside the underground facility, only the infected had beaten him to his house. He couldn't have wife, she had already been devoured, her lifeless body lying sprawled across the entrance hall as their children's screams tore through the walls. He'd run to his daughters' room to find a crazed woman ripping at their throats and they'd died in his arms; now he saw their faces in every one he killed.

Lining up the sights of his rifle, he took care to correct for wind resistance as he rested his finger on the trigger. In his mind he pictured the look of horror that had stained his daughters' faces as they were being eaten alive as he began to squeeze the metal. Toshi's high pitched cry bellowed through the ear piece at a deafening volume, its impossibly high pitch making Minase throw back his head and grunt in displeasure as he jerked the communicator out of his ear.

"Toshi?" he asked, his ears ringing loudly as he grabbed the gun and swung around to point it at his partner's nest. However the Barrett M82 was too large a riffle to move quickly in such cramped conditions and by the time he'd set it up, whatever had happened was already over. "Toshi, are you all right? Report! What's happening?" The com stayed dead.

Zooming in on the sniper's nest, Minase was dismayed to find it empty with only the long barrelled riffle to account for Toshi's presence ever being there. 'Damn it! Where is he?' His heart was racing, the thunderous drumming bellowing in his ears and almost deafening him to a low rustle of movement.

Looking up from the night scope, Minase turned his head over his shoulder towards the sound. There was nothing there, yet just as he was about to turn back to his search for Toshi, he heard the whisper of movement on his other side. With honed sniper reflexes he dropped the heavy Barrett and drew his side-arm before swinging about in a single fluid motion, yet again he found nothing. The nest was deserted, however this time Minase wasn't going to be so easily dissuaded and as he starred down the barrel of his M9, he caught a flicker of movement in the gloom.

"Toshi?"

No one answered, so with his finger hanging over the Beretta's trigger, he began creeping forward. Something wasn't right, it was suddenly so quiet and Minase could practically feel something watching him as he moved across the nest. He should have felt safe stationed, the better part of a mile up, on the roof of a building which could only be accessed from even deeper underground, within the bowls of an impenetrable fortress, yet he felt anything but. There was something up here with him, he was sure of it.

There was a blind turn before him where the building ended, whatever it was would be beyond it. Taking in rasping breaths, he stilled himself for whatever it might be before wheeling around the corner...to find it bare and empty. 

His brow wrinkling in confusion, Minase waited, his eyes scanning the darkness and depths of every shadow for any flicker of movement as his heart thundered. Only when he was convinced that he must have been seeing things did he turn back to his rifle, and come face to face with the last thing he could have ever imagined.

A woman was standing toe-to-toe with him, she was Caucasian with lustreless auburn hair which had been oiled back and tied into a tight bun yet her eyes were a brilliant shade of sapphire and had intensity to them the likes of which he had never seen before. Dressed in a black latex body suit, she reminded him of the Ninjas of ancient Japan and he struggled to make sense of this unusual turn in events until a searing pain suddenly ripped across his stomach.

The sensation burned as if a fire had been set in his flesh and he stumbled back as one hand dropped to the wound. His ballistic armour was torn and as he reached beneath it the temperature began to rise. His skin was wet and he could feel a large gash where his belly button had once been, ropes of rubbery intestine were slipping from his gut and he realised with a start that he had been disembowelled like a fish. Her hand moved and he was horrified to see that she was holding a very sharp sword, the single edged blade glittering black in the low light, glittering with his blood.

Feeling his skin go whiter than snow, Minase made to lift his side-arm but the pistol suddenly felt heavier than a block of stone and his arm hung uselessly at his side as he fell to his knees. Without uttering a word, the woman suddenly brought her weapon down in an arc that sent a streak of blood across the wall as the sniper's head bounced across the floor.

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"God Albert...you're amazing...oh so rough...fuck me!" Cried Excella Gionne, her flawless naked body glowing with a light sheen of sweat as shock waves of pleasure crashed through body. Behind her, Albert Wesker was furiously slamming into her, driving his erect shaft into her again and again like a primal beast. One impossibly hard thrust was all it took to fill her tunnel up completely and it was clear he didn't care whether or not she could handle his thick length as he fucked her in a rage of infernal lust, which only propelled Excella towards her orgasm faster.

Wesker gave no indication of hearing her demand as with a chorus of guttural growls, he drove his pulsing shaft inside the alabaster skinned goddess. Bent over his desk, she could do nought but moan as he held onto her slender waist and thrust into her with a bruising intensity, his muscular thighs slapping against her shapely round buttocks as he almost drove her into the oaken furniture.

She was tight around him, her quivering walls convulsed with ecstasy every time he thrust into her depths and the sensation of him filling her so completely pitched her into a sea divine pleasure. It was such an incredible feeling that Excella knew she couldn't stand it much longer. Already her building climax was coiling around her abdomen like a fiery serpent that drove all conscious thought from her as a thousand delightful tremors ran along her nerves.

"Oh my god! Fuck me Albert...Fuck me hard!" She cried, growing more and more lost in the experience until suddenly she felt the bulbous head of Wesker's cock touch a certain spot deep inside of her. Gasping, she threw back her head and wailed a sweet melody of pleasure that echoed and bounced off the walls of Wesker's office in one long note. The exquisite heat and tightness of her convulsing sheath tore an involuntary growl from his throat and she couldn't help taking advantage of his sudden laps in concentration by thrusting back against him, rocking and grinding her backside into his pelvis.

The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the office as his hips slapped against her beautifully rounded cheeks, driving her further into the desk so that her fully rounded breasts rubbing over the hard wood. The sensation of her sensitive nipples dragging over the oak stung but Excella didn't care, all she wanted at that moment was to feel the man she loved spill his seed inside of her.

"Oh god! Your cock feels so good inside me Albert...I think I'm going to cum...oh yes baby...I'm going to cum!" She cried, violently tossing her head from side-to-side as her entire body was thrown into a state of perpetual climax. Shaking beneath the delicious onslaught of pleasure that suddenly washed over her, she fell from the great height of built up pressure and sunk into an ocean of rapturous sensations which were unlike any she had ever experienced before. "Ohhh my god I'm cumming...I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" 

A guttural groan was ripped from Wesker as her velvety soft walls convulsed around him, the honey of her release gushing around his rigid flesh in a steamy tide. Over sensitised from his prolonged state of arousal, the Umbrella chairman slammed into her one last time before releasing his seed inside of her.

Exhausted, Excella's legs gave out and she slumped over the desk in a pool of post orgasmic bliss. Her centre was aching and she knew it would be several days before she could walk straight again, but as she felt the foreign heat gather in her belly she lost all ability to care. Her new world was forming and with a future as its queen, she knew she could look forward to experiencing this ache many more times to come.

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"This is command central, sentries 1 and 2 you should have delivered your report two minutes ago, is something wrong? Sentries 1 and 2 Responded!" Ordered the technician, visibly flustering as the link remained deathly silent. New to the communication hub and anxious to avoid making a mistake, he seemed to be taking the silence as a personal affront. Yet it was with certain resentment that he turned to report the problem to his commanding officer. "We've lost contact with sentries 1 and 2, sir"

Standing in the centre of the command point's platform, the officer turned to the technician with a startled expression. Middle aged and growing fat with laziness, he bustled over awkwardly to where the operator sat. Like some over grown pigeon, he peered over the man's shoulder at the computer screen, examining it with furtive rodent eyes as if the answer lay right there beneath the idiot's nose. However if it did then he must have been an idiot of the same like as he saw nothing afoot that could cause the breakdown in communications.

"Sentry three is not responding either Sir. He was just making his report when the line went silent." A more experienced technician suddenly said, looking up from his work station to where the Duty stood in search of answers.

Unfortunately he had none to give, and in an attempt to buy time he looked anxiously from one technician to the other until finally he came up with an answer. "There must be a problem with the server, send an engineer to find the problem while runners go and collect the sentries' reports."

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"The preparations are almost complete, soon we can leave." Excella said confidently, her soft voice made rich and vibrant by a caecilian accent. Adorned by a heavy gold necklace and dressed in a cream coloured silken dress which clung to hourglass figure like a second skin, she couldn't off looked more at home in Wesker's private apartment. Lavishly furnished in heavy oak furniture and lit by the low light of a few dozen lamps, the chamber seemed more like a luxurious hotel penthouse than an underground bunker and it would have been an easy mistake to make if not for the apartment's lack of windows. 

Sprawled across the stylish leather couch like a relaxed Siamese cat, she had opted to leave her luxurious wash of onyx black hair cascading down her shoulders and it served as the only hint to their earlier dalliance across Wesker's desk. Her lover gaze no such hints as he sat across from her in a comfortable arm-chair. Dressed in an immaculate black uniform and wearing his signature sunglasses, the chairman of the Umbrella Corporation appeared more god than man.

"Good, so now your position in this partnership is secure." Wesker said, watching behind the reflective glass with a look of mild approval. However, Excella wasn't content with that and slowly got up from the couch before seductively swaying her rounded hips as she walked around Wesker's chair, her soft hand running over the leather as she did.

"Ohhh... I have my eyes set on something much bigger." Her full lips turned up in a sly smile and she took a moment to consider her words before continuing. "You'll be needing a queen, right? Someone suitable to stand by your side in your new world. I believe I've proven myself worthy, haven't I?" With that she seductively sauntered over to the king size before turning to face him as she slid back to sit on the feather soft covers, Her legs were parted, revealing all the beauty of natural treasures to Wesker's ever watchful gaze.

"Perhaps you have..." He whispered, his voice retaining something of a predatory note as he briskly stood up and advanced towards Excella, making her heart flutter with excitement. However her aspirations were foiled when a billowing alarm suddenly echoed through the facility. "Those fools." He didn't spare her a second glance as he hurried out the apartment.

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"Will someone turn that fucking alarm off?" The Duty officer asked hotly, drops of perspiration visibly rolling down his forehead as he began to panic. The situation had grown rapidly worse and now they'd lost contact with all the sentries and to top it all off, someone had set off the alarm. Even if this all proved to be nothing, he'd be lucky to escape with his life should Chairman Wesker find out. Just the thought of what had happened to his predecessor was enough to send a very cold chill down his spine and he couldn't help breathing a little easier when the shrill alarm suddenly died. That was until he saw the menacing figure all clad in black walking up the stairs to the hub.

"Chairman Wesker..." The Duty stuttered, suddenly jumping to attention as the giant of a man stood over him. Standing at roughly six foot four, Wesker towered over every other man in sight and his impossibly broad and muscular physique, which the smartly prepared uniform could barely contain, certainly didn't help him to blend in amongst relatively stick-like Umbrella soldiers. The mere presence of the Umbrella head caused many of the technicians to stiffen with terror and their Duty officer struggled to meet his cold stare.

"Report." Barked Wesker, his voice cold and hard as he made no effort to hide the contempt with which he regarded the officer.

"Sir. A Half-hour ago we began to lose contact with some of the perimeter sentries, at first we thought it might have been a problem with the communications network but then..."

"How many have we lost?" Wesker asked, interrupting the Duty Officer's explanation as he grew impatient.

Sensing the danger of his predicament, the duty officer hesitated before answering, his voice trembling with fear. "All of them."

"And yet you wait 30minutes to tell me?"

"I...I didn't want to disturb you." The officer mumbled, he seemed to be on the verge of tears now and perhaps it was this pathetic display which saved his deplorable life as Wesker then seemed to lose all interest in him.

"Get me the surface gate." Wesker barked at the nearest technician, his voice retaining its usual steadiness as he turned to face a video screen that had suddenly buzzed into life to reveal an Umbrella Soldier. Garbed from head to toe in the black ballistic wears, it was impossible to tell just who this nameless mercenary might have been , but one look at who was on the other end of the line was enough to make him stand to attention and give a brisk salute.

"Sir! This is the Surface gate, Sir."

Wesker smiled at the familiar attitude of a professional soldier; at least he was not entirely surrounded by fools. "This is Chairman Wesker. We've lost contact with the perimeter sentries, report your situation."

"Everything is quite here sir."

"There have been no sign of Intruders?" Wesker asked, fighting to remain calm as he sought to remove any doubt from his mind. "No breach or alarm of any kind?" 

"Negative, everything seems -- wait ..." The soldier suddenly ushered, his demeanour changing entirely as he raised an M16, its under-barrel spotlight illuminating whatever lay before him. "Oh my God, multiple targets within the perimeter..." From out of nowhere a gunshot rang out and the soldier's body crumpled to the floor, his helmet split in two by a bullet which had also sprayed his brains the monitor.

Although far from squeamish, Wesker couldn't help taking a step back as a deafening chorus of automatic fire bellowed from all directions and cut into the main gate's guard in a storm of hot lead. "Identify Targets, I repeat Identify the targets!" He called, trying to reform order amongst the panicking soldiers, however he was answered only by a fresh hail of gunfire, and the pained screams of the dying. And then he saw it, a scant flash of pale flesh in the distance. "Blow the surface charges." The command made every set of eyes look up from their screen, but only one had the courage to say something, or perhaps it was stupidity...

"Sir..." The duty officer said, his voice returning as he got a second wind of courage to speak up for what was right. "Our men are still up there, you cannot..." His words died as the Umbrella chairman pulled out a gleaming Desert Eagle from the within the breast of his uniform and without and even looking up, shoot him between the eyes. At point blank range, the heavy calibre round blew the Duty Officer's head clean off and what was left fell to the Hub's floor in a rapidly forming puddle of gore.

"Would anyone else like to be heard?" No one spoke. Fearful of joining the Duty Officer, the technicians quickly began typing away at their stations in a desperate race to arm the surface charges before Chairman Wesker decided who next to kill.




Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 01



It happened so fast not a soul on the surface could have run. An explosion the colour of the sun ripped up from beneath the painted concrete of Shibuya square and painted the night sky in a furious orange and yellow light. Watching the scene on the monitor, Wesker felt the hint of a smile grace his lips up as a second and a third then reached up into the sky with the same devastating force. Then the picture suddenly died as the surface camera was disintegrated in a fourth blast.

Smug in his confidence, Wesker waited for the technicians to update him on the situation. It would take a few minutes; the heat from the blast would distort the satellite signal and render thermal scans useless. He could afford to wait, nothing on earth, biological or otherwise, could have survived that.

"Movement!" A technician suddenly cried, causing Wesker's smile to vanish as he turned to face the man who'd spoken. "Eh...Multiple targets."

"How many?" Wesker demanded before storming over to stand over the beeping workstation and its bewildered operator. To his dismay, the screen showed multiple figures emerging from the burnt out wrecks of Shibuya Buildings

"Twenty...no thirty... no..." The man couldn't keep count as more and more of the hostile force emerged from their shelters and advanced towards the main Gate.

"They are heading for the entrance; I want three security teams at that elevator. Now!"

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The entrance hall of the Tokyo Facility was a towering chamber made of steel and concrete. Its walls were bare except for the red and white heptagon of Umbrella and rows of heavily armoured vehicles were lined up along them like soldiers waiting deployment. The main elevator shaft from the surface led down to here, hidden from sight in a concealed corner and covered by a reinforced blast door, it should have been impregnable.

Chairman Wesker's order had completely circled the facility in seconds and security teams had been in the hall moments after the command sounded. Carrying heavy bullet proof shields and armed to the teeth with great Howa-89 Machine guns, they stormed into the entrance chamber in their dozens. Taking up position at the mouth of the corner, they locked their defences together to form a shield wall that surrounded the blast door as the screech of the descending elevator punctured the tense silence.

For many of the Umbrella Soldiers, it was the longest couple of seconds of their lives. Few of their number knew the true nature of what had happened on the surface level and those that did didn't believe it. It was just too impossible to be true. 

There was a rustle of metal as a figure slipped almost silently from an air shaft and dropped behind the Umbrella Troops; however they didn't hear it over the sound of their own drumming hearts. The Elevator was stopping; the only thing standing between them and its murderous occupants was a steel door that happened to be more than 10-inches thick. With a hiss of exchanging air, the blast door began to slide open. It was empty.

For a moment, the mercenaries could only look at each other, confused and unsure of what to do next. Then they heard it, a light patting, a sound that was almost too soft for them to hear, and so erratic it resembled the pita-patta of a running mouse, or a stalking feline. It was only by chance that one of them happened to glance back and see the figure all dressed in black coming at them. Startled, he ushered in a breath to shout the alarm but all that came out was chocked gasp and a spray of blood as a Shuriken Star became lodged deep in his throat. He fell back dead just as two other projectiles felled his mercenary brothers.

The surprise attack threw the Umbrella soldiers into a state of chaos and as they struggled to turn about with the heavy gear encumbering them, Alice barrelled into them. In one fluid motion, she drew the two Katanas that were scabbarded across her back and attacked with a lightning sweep that carved into the first two guards, the razor sharp blades cleaving through Kevlar like it was paper and disembowelling them both. Carrying the motion through, she brought the swords up and used backhanded swings to foul the ones behind, chopping into their ribs and sending up a shower of blood and gore from the ruptured cavities.

The Umbrella Soldiers fell before her like threshed wheat and spinning on her heel, she ran up one of the shields and jumped over the heads of the remaining men in the barricade. With the swords out stretched, she twisted her body around in mid-flight and carved a hole in the tightly packed mercenaries before landing gently on her feet. Two of the soldiers were already coming at her however, yet she didn't so much as bat an eye lash before jumping forward to meet them, ducking beneath a clumsy punch before lancing the gore splattered long swords forward and impaling both men on the finely honed steel.

It wasn't over however, all around her the Umbrella troopers were coming back to their senses and she only had time to pull one of the swords from the limp corpse before every gun in the hall was trained on her. Not bothering to wait for a command, the soldiers unleashed a salvo of hot lead at the woman, the billowing resonance echoing cacophonously around the subterranean hall as heavy shells slammed into the walls and spat great chunks of concrete across the floor. With no chance to attack, Alice was forced to run and wheeled around before taking flight.

Unable to get a clear shot at her, the mercenaries kept firing, the spent cartridges clattering to the tiled floor in their hundreds as the glowing rounds ricocheted in every direction. Powdered stone and splintered metal fell in thick clouds as the bullets sought out fleeing Alice, only she was too fast and one fell short before she suddenly dived under the cover of a wall. Recognising this as this their first real chance of cornering the agile woman, they turned all their attentions on the wall and began firing their weapons in earnest, chipping away the wall piece by piece until there wasn't a stone untouched by the lead.

Stopping their salvo only when their guns were on the verge of overheating, the soldiers gave it a moment before signalling one to go check it out. Understandably he hesitated, obviously still able to recall the fate of the last men to try and take the woman at close range. There was no room in Umbrella for cowardice however, and after a moment he took a cautious step forward. Making sure to keep a ready finger on the still smoking gun's trigger, he edged closer and closer to the stone before suddenly jumping around the bend, gun poised and ready.

The sword was rammed through his heart before he could even utter a word of surprise and Alice grabbed both him and his gun anyone could realise what had just transpired. Pushing the body round the bend, she turned the weapon on the soldiers and opened fire with the remaining rounds in a dreadful cascade of death. 

Caught off guard once again by the woman's cunning, the soldiers tried to return fire but Alice was using the man's body as a human shield and not one shot came close to hitting her as the deadly hail cut down everything in her way. Impatiently squeezing the trigger until every one of the Kevlar clad bodies dropped to the bloody ground and lay at her feet. Looking down on the bullet ridden bodies, she couldn't help but smile lazily. Umbrella's pawns were always too easy...

"Don't move!" A voice suddenly demanded, making her look up in mild amusement as a fresh squad of security operatives lined up behind her, their heavy shields locking together as every weapon they had fixed on her and left no avenue for her escape. With a shrug she dropped the empty Howa-89 and the corpse it was attached to before turning to face the shield wall, anticipating an attack, the soldiers primed their firearms. Obviously they weren't planning on taking her alive so she left her sword embedded in the corpse's ribcage and took in a deep, steadying breath before pushing all the stress from as she tried hard to focus on a single memory. A memory of piece and warmth, of tranquillity and ease, a false memory designed to lull her into a serene calm as she reached deep within herself.

She blinked, causing her irises to dilate and the walls around her to shake as an invisible force suddenly began rocking the hall like a rumble of thunder. Panicking, the shield wall opened fire and Alice answered the challenge by sending out a psychic blast. Like a tsunami, the energy wave ripped across the hall and destroyed everything in its path, ploughing up the heavy stone flooring and crumbling the walls before slamming into the shield wall. The men cried in agony as the blast threw them off their feet and hurled them in every direction, the awful debris snapping their bones and shredding their bodies.

Only when every last one of the troopers was dead did the dust start to settle, the ravaged bodies of the dead falling in bloody heaps atop the rubble as Alice walked forward he dazedly. The chamber was a wreck in the blast's aftermath and she stumbled almost blindly over the mix of twisted metal and gore splattered stone until the rustle of approaching footsteps brought her back from the world of dreams. More Umbrella soldiers were coming; she could already hear the officers barking orders to shoot to kill...

A bullet suddenly slammed into her back, hot as the sun it tore through her Lycra body suit and blew away her heart in a fountain of gore. Throwing back her head, she tried to cry out in agony but two more shots silenced her death cry. Her strength vanished as the gore flowed from her ruined torso and she fell heavily to the floor, what remained of her life's blood pooling all around her.

The security reinforcements burst into the chamber to find the intruder dead on the floor, a lone survivor standing over her body. Not sure what to make if this startling revelation, the soldier's exchanged smug looks before coming to stand round the body.

"Now Boys..." The voice made the trooper's look up in surprise, their heads shooting round to where three identical copies of the woman were stood. "is that any way to treat a lady?" Terror gripped the Soldier's in its cold fist and they were unable to move as the ones on the right and left stepped forward. While the Alice in the centre was armed with another pair of Katanas, these two were armed with TMP sub-machine guns and they raised the weapons with a cool efficiency before pulling the triggers and emptying the magazines into the still clueless soldiers.

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"Dammit!" Wesker cursed, losing his composure for a moment as he watched the facility's security force get annihilated by the women. He'd underestimated these creatures, they were clearly more persistent then Isaacs had led him to believe. He'd sent in his best men and hoped to get the better of the Alice's with a numerical advantage, only they'd been cut to ribbons and now more of the bitches were appearing.

On every monitor, he watched as the Alice clones dispatched what remained of his security force, their superior agility allowing them to get around the troopers' arsenal and stay one step ahead in the fight. Suddenly, some of the monitors turned to static and Weskler's eyes darted from screen to screen until finally he found the problem; one of the Alices was shooting the hidden cameras. Cursing again, he was about to give the technicians new orders when an explosion rocked the atrium and caused many of the operators to bolt from their seats in fright.

"Stay at your stations!" He demanded, irritated by their cowardice and the apparent lack of efficiency from the top-price mercenaries he'd employed; an army of cooks could have put up a better fight. "Flood the entrance level with nerve gas." Too afraid of the chairman to argue, they hastily began typing the orders but it wasn't enough.

"I'm verifying intruders in sections one through five, seven and eight." Said A tech, his voice shaking slightly as he felt the chairman's cold gaze set on him. "Also there are reports of gunfire in ten and eleven."

"I want all security protocols to be put in full effect. Lockdown all elevators immediately, seal the internal blast doors and activate security turrets... and I want damage reports."

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The security here was better than at the others. The Alice clones had thought their way through dozens of these Umbrella facilities but this was the first time they had found themselves halted half way through. Despite the weight of their assault, the few surviving members of the security force had regrouped in several easy to defend locations and were now taking the fight back.

Furiously squeezing the triggers of her TMPs as she ran, Alice clone Gama worked desperately to dismantle one of the barricades. She was in an office of some sort, deserted computer stations and rumpled desks were scattered everywhere she looked and the Umbrella troopers had formed a blockade in its centre. Explosive flashes burst from every part of the embattled defender's barrier as they tried to pin her down with surprising fields of fire but like her sister in the Entrance chamber, Gama was too fast for their bullets to hit. But neither could she hit them...

Unable to aim, she blasted off rounds that harmlessly bounced off the Kevlar armour. Occasionally she got lucky and one of the rounds would hit a soft mark but they were few and far between. Too make matters worse, her extended magazine had almost run dry.

Needing cover to reload, she dived behind a stone column, pressing herself flat against it as thunderous salvo of lead slammed into the other side. Ejecting both spent clips; she rammed a fresh pair inside the guns and was about to return fire when she suddenly noticed that another one of her sisters was pinned behind another column. Good, she could do with the extra help. Judging by the distasteful look on her face, her sister had come to the same conclusion and they tipped their heads in mutual readiness before stepping out of cover and opening up a barrage of fire on the barricade.

Caught by the duo's attack, some of the Umbrella troopers were cut down but many managed to withstand the blow and returned fire with such ferocity that Gama and her sister were abruptly forced back under cover.

"Fuck!" Gama cursed as a stray bullet narrowly missed blowing her skull apart. Casting her eyes around, she suddenly noticed something strange about the wall facing her and her sister, it appeared to be breaking under the deadly hail of bullets. 'No not breaking... shattering!' It was a tinted window which had resembled stone in the low light, but now its true nature was for all to see and it gave her an idea.

Shooting a glance at her sister, she holstered one of her guns before withdrawing a small incendiary grenade and holding it out for her to see before nodding at the window. Getting the idea, she withdrew her on grenade and on the count of three, they stepped out and hurled the bombs at the still firing soldiers. Taken aback, the mercenaries stopped their onslaught for a moment as they peer down dumbly at the grenades. It gave the Alices their chance and with a yell they burst out of hiding and made for the window, their TMPs flashing as a blistering hail of bullets exploded from the muzzles.

Realising the danger, the troopers tried to flee but most were cut down as the sisters made the dash to the window. Weakened by the barrage, the tinted glass shattered beneath their charge and gravity seized them in its clutches and pulled them down. Caught in free fall, Gama used her free hand to reach inside her gear and pull free a small pod that was teethed to her belt by a retractable cord. In a practised move, she whirled her body around and threw the pod skyward; its miniature body opening into a grappling hook as the internal sensors locked onto a bean and pulled it to it. Grabbing the pole like a striking viper, the pod locked tight and wouldn't budge.

A glance told Gama her sister had done the same so without fear, they let the fall take them as the cord began to slow their descent. It was a long drop, stretching out for over half a mile, yet strangely she felt no fear. Fear was not a word she had any meaning for. There was only the mission, the mission to destroy Umbrella and now she had them clear in her sights. Over the roar of the whipping wind, she heard the grenades go off and then felt the wash of hot air on her back when a great cloud of choking black smoke enveloped everything in her and her sister's wake. There was fire up their too, but Gama didn't worry, they were too far ahead of the blast to have any fear of getting burned.

Far below she could make out the communications centre, a collection of small peapod like hubs that were all gathered together around one master station. That was her target. The only problem was a small army of men, no bigger than ants to her now, happened to be swarming all over it.

Snatching up her second gun even as the whipping wind blew full force against her, she opened up a furious stream of fire that rained down on the unsuspecting spectators below like a deadly lead hailstorm. The howling winds silencing the TMPs' clamorous retort along with the screams of the dying as she and her sister dropped through the Atrium like a pair of latex garbed raptors on the hunt. 

Grabbing whatever weapons they could find, the technicians that were still able to move started to return fire; however Gama and her sister were descending too fast for their eyes to focus and the bullets flew buy the clones harmlessly. The technicians' poor shooting made Gama want to laugh, this was going to be easier than shooting fish in a barrel.

Her guns ran dry the moment before the tether pulled tight and she twisted her body over to break the quick release before free falling for the last few metres. By all rights the death-defying fall should have killed her and left her body as nothing more than gore splattered ruin, but when she landed in the command centre's master hub, it was with all the nimble grace and ease of a panther. All eyes were on her in an instant and taking advantage of the techs' stunned disbelief, she rammed her last two clips into thee TMPs before turning them on...

Her eyes widened as she saw the immense figure all dressed in black and wearing shades. There was no mistaking that dark, fearsome exterior and her heart suddenly burned with renewed hatred as she recognised him as being Albert Wesker, her primary target and eternal nemesis.

She would have shot the Umbrella CEO right then and their but he showed remarkable speed for a man who appeared to be made up almost entirely of muscle and dived behind a desk before her sub-machine guns could draw level. However before she could go after him, a firestorm erupted all around her as the technicians came to their senses and opened fire on Gama. They may have been bad shots, but in this tight a quarter, skill didn't matter. Even if they couldn't hit her, a ricocheting bullet could kill her just as easily as a true one.

Moving faster than any human imagine, she whirled around and began firing manically at the nearest targets, taking them out in the blink of an eye before turning on the next. They may have had her outnumbered, but Gama was the faster and she delighted in showcasing that fact by mercilessly slaughtering the Umbrella staff as if she were an unstoppable killing machine. With every hit, a fresh spray of gore splattered across the procaine white floor of the central Hub and it wasn't long before a mass of bullet riddled bodies lay crumpled and twisted at her feet, their death cries still echoing around the atrium as smoky tentacles floated up from her guns.

Breathing a little harder than she had been before the massacre, Gama surveyed her work fondly until a figure suddenly lunged up from the shadows. It was Wesker, and he was armed. Recognising the danger posed by his two gleaming Desert Eagle Magnums, she spun on her hip, trying to escape the weapon's range as she brought her TMPs up to bear and fired. Her heart seeming to die the instant the machine guns kicked back with a dull 'click'. The magazines were empty.




Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 01



Too late she realised just how many bullets she'd used to kill the technicians and as she looked up, there was just enough time for her to catch the smile was turning his lips up before the burning heat of two heavy calibre rounds slammed into her heart.

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Wesker watched the Alice clone die with great satisfaction, it felt good to cut lose after four years of wearing the tight fitting suit of an executive. While there were many rewards to be the chairman of the world's largest commercial entity, nothing could compare to the thrill of the firing line. And the knowledge that he had so easily vanquished a dangerous enemy made the moment all the sweater.

Kicking aside a technician's bloody corpse, he was about to take his leave when a long burst of automatic gunfire suddenly rang out, drawing his attention to one of the other hubs. It was the one upon which the other Alice clone had landed and to Wesker's disgust, she appeared to be having no problem taking out the men stationed there.

"Incompetent morons!" He growled as one of the technicians lost a perfectly good kill shot because he'd forgotten to take the safety off his pistol, and then was promptly shoot by one of his colleagues who seemed to forgotten the entire concept of aiming. "Must I do everything myself?" Before he could solve the problem, a low rustle of movement drew his attention back to the Corpses on the floor. To his amazement, the Alice clone was still moving.

There was little life left inside of her, with every second more and more of her life's blood was bled away and Wesker guessed she might have another minute or so before death took her completely. It would be merely a waist of a good bullet to shoot her again, but as he looked down on the crumpled form lying face down before him, he couldn't resist the urge to make her last moments as terrible as possible.

Crossing over to his adversary with long, quick strides, he approached her much the way a blood lusting predator would advance upon its dying prey and took no small pleasure from kicking her hard before using the heel of his boot to roll the body over. However it seemed the clone was not as dead as he first thought, wide awake she looked up at him with furious eyes that seemed to be looking past his shaded glasses and boring into his very soul.

"Fuck you." Gama whispered, her voice faltering under the effort to speak as blood touched her lips. Her passion pleased Wesker, he would enjoy making her cry out and beg for mercy before he made her drown in whatever was left of her blood. Something metallic fell to the ground with a dull ring and curious; he looked down and saw two incendiary grenades lying on the floor, the pins removed and detonators ticking.

The sight of the active bombs caused Wesker's grin to vanish and he turned and ran for his life. His heavy boots squelching through the thick soup of blood end entrails as he made the life or death dash across the hub, his immense bulk aligning with an impossible grace as he dived over the balcony, just a second too late.

With a deafening roar, the grenades exploded and an all-consuming cascade of fire and shrapnel swallowed up Gama's body and burnt her remains to cinders. A blinding flash followed as the blast of white hot flame tore the station apart and engulfed the flying CEO, only by the sheerest dumb luck did he sail over the threshold before the fiery wrath could completely consume him; landing with a heavy thud on the walkway below.

Struggling to his feet, Wesker winced as a savage pain shot through his leg and looking down, he saw that it had been horribly mangled by the blast. Broken and twisted beyond all recognition, Wesker had to force himself to move and he hobbled pathetically down the walkway, the echoing gunfire only adding wings to his flight.

Without a doubt, this was the most embarrassing moment of Wesker's life. Forced to flee his own high-tech fortress by an insubordinate scientist's cloned experiment, it was intolerable and he began to wish he'd never heard the notion of Project ALICE. Forcing himself to look his humiliation, he continued on yet his mind was so absorbed by this injustice that he seemed not to notice the way his bones were miraculously reknitting themselves so that he walked a little easier with every step.

Nearing gun shots rang out like a chorus of thunder in the passages but Wesker was walking like a young man again by then and scurrying through the labyrinth with ease. Thankfully his way was clear, with every remaining member of the facility busy fighting for their lives against the invading clones in the atrium; he would be saved the dirty business of having to kill his own men. Retracing the steps he knew would take him along the fastest route to the hanger, a confident smile lit up his handsome features when the electric doors before him opened up to reveal an immense chamber that's ceiling reached up all the way to the surface.

All around him, V-22 Osprey VTOL Helicopters sat, fully fuelled and waiting to be manned yet Wesker walked past them all without the slightest recognition, his gaze fixed instead on a steel door that was marked in big blood red letters, 'Private! Authorised Personnel only.' Placing a large hand on the biometric handprint scanner that had been mounted on the wall next to the door, causing the walls to shudder as the interred mechanisms recognised his genetic markers and activated the door, revealing a darkened subterranean passage.

The passage resembled something out of a 1930s horror movie. The walls were untreated stone, rough and uneven under touch with edges sharp enough to cut through Kevlar. The air was fresh but also thick and it carried a cold morning breeze. And it was dark, very dark. With no instruments or technology fitted to light it, the tunnel was as wickedly black as the darkest ocean depths. Yet Wesker moved through it confidently, knowing rather than seeing his way through the gloom until finally he emerged in a well-lit cavern that was almost as large as the V-22s' hanger.

This was the hanger of Wesker's own personal aircraft, an immense flying wing stealth bomber that had been based on the design of a B-2 Spirit and then customized with JATO rockets and an AI unit that would serve the duties of a flight crew when activated. It was the most advanced aircraft in the world and set on top of a catapulted ramp that would launch it into a shaft to the surface, it was just waiting for him to make his escape.

Squinting against the sudden brightness of the overhanging florescent lights, he stepped into the hanger but no sooner had he done so than a figure suddenly stepped from the shadows. Acting on impulse, he raised his gun and was about to fire when he recognised it as being Excella Gionne.

"Thank God you made it Albert." She said coolly, apparently unfazed by the gun pointing at her as she stepped completely out of the shadows. Although a little dishevelled, she appeared uninjured and carried herself with that unflinching air of confidence as she approached him. In one hand she was carrying a 9mm berretta, in the other a silver carrying case containing the latest version of the T-virus. The sight of the case brought a smile to Wesker's lips, but Excella, believing it to be a sign of his affections, made the mistake of dropping it as she broke into a run before throwing her arms around him; crushing her voluptuous body against his as she held him in a tight embrace.

It was a tender moment and she was surprised when he didn't respond with the affection he had before. Instead he just stood still in her arms and after a moment; Excella looked up at him with wide tearful eyes. To her displeasure, he appeared unmoved by her show of emotion and only looked down at her with a smouldering disdain, then she felt the immense weight pushing against her lower abdomen and looked down just in time to see the barrel of his Desert Eagle angling towards her heart. "Albert?"

When the gun fired, the bullet slammed into her with all the force of an avalanche and she practically feel the lead round ripping a its way through her chest before obliterating her heart and exploding out her back in a bloody mist. There was only one pain after that and as the world began to darken, she asked "Why?"

Wesker didn't care for her sentiment and as she collapsed, he walked past without a second look. Holstering both Eagles, he scooped up the case and ran up the bomber's cargo bay ramp as a flurry of approaching voices echoed through the rocky passage. Immediately heading for the cockpit, he dashed through the cargo dock without so much as a perusing eye. Setting the sealed box down beside him as he got into the pilot's chair, he had just enough time to remotely seal the ramp before what was left of the Alice clones came running into the hanger with sub-machine gun's blazing.

Smirking triumphantly as the bullets bounced harmlessly off the plane's armour plating, Wesker ignited the engines and began the take-off procedure. The JATO rockets firing to life in an explosive inferno that turned the very rock face to crystal and he had just enough time to give the clones a jaunty salute through the cockpit's windows before pulling back on the controls to let the catapult launch the plane. The force of the take-off threw Wesker back into his seat and he could feel his teeth grating together as the bomber ran the length of the ramp before being launched into the near vertical shaft that had been especially designed for the bomber's ascension.

Exploding through the still opening blast doors, the slick plane lifted high above the ruins of Tokyo before levelling out as it set a course west. Letting the AI take over the piloting, a jubilant Wesker reached into his jacket's inner breast pocket and pulled out a remote. It was only a tiny device, considerably smaller than the palm of his hand, yet he had ensured it was kept it on his person at all times. This was the true power of an Umbrella chairman and with a flick of his thumb, he sieved through the available options until finally coming to his desired menu; 'PURGE FACILITY'.

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Watching as their primary target disappeared into the tunnel; the clones let their weapons drop. This battle was over, but they'd far from lost the war. All the major Umbrella bases had been destroyed; there were only a handful of facilities Wesker could run to, he wouldn't elude them for long.

A loud click suddenly cut through the silence, making the clones turn their heads to where a large box red and white painted box had been mounted on a nearby wall. The word 'Purge' had been stamped across it in big read letters and the Umbrella logo had been embossed just above a digital timer that was rapidly counting down.

00.10...00.09...00.08....00.07...

"Move!" one of the clones cried, but it was already too late. Trying to get a head start over the bomb some made a run for it while the others tried desperately to open the box.

00.06...00.05...00.04...00.03...

Slamming the butt of their guns against the locks while some tried prying at its edges with their fingers, the clones tied everything in their power to disable the device until finally the lid crumpled. Throwing the shattered covering across the hanger, they found that the wall mounted box contained a battlefield nuclear device.

00.02...00.01...00.00

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Flying high above the clouds, Wesker watched in delight as a second sun suddenly consumed the once vibrant and fertile city of Tokyo. The wakening sky turning a bright white as the pale blue inferno reached up into the heavens and dashed away all that had ever stood there. High winds of fire and gas tossed broken metal into the sky and the shock of the expanding dome struck the bomber like thunder, the control panel shaking violently until it rose too high for the blast too touch.

At this altitude, the night sky twinkled as the pre-dawn light turned its reaches a shade of pale lavender and Wesker was at last able to relax. Sinking back into the pilot's chair, he let out a shallow breath as his eyes fell closed behind the shades. It had been a long night and now he wanted to rest, even with the use of this magnificent plane it still take half a day to reach his new headquarters, his Arcadia. 

In the rear of the plane, a shadow emerged from some darkened confine and the figure of a woman came forward. Dressed in the same Lycra bodysuit as the clones, she moved as silently as coming death and crept up behind Wesker without making a sound before firmly pressing the muzzle of a USP-9 against his temple.

"Any last words?" Alice asked, her voice becoming very cold as she looked down upon him with the merciless, unflinching gaze of a predator. At last the moment she had longed for had come, now was the moment she would avenge all those she had loved and lost, all those who had given their lives to stop Umbrella. She intended to enjoy it...

Irritated by the interruption, Wesker reached beneath an instrument panel to remove something before suddenly lurching out of the chair. Moving faster than any human should have been able to; he came around with one hand clasping something sharp and made to stab her neck. Thinking he had a knife, she tried to retreat but the pilot's chamber was too small for her to move freely and he jammed the weapon home before she could defend herself.

A jolt of pain shot through her as the unusually long blade cut her deeper than any knife should, but strangely that was the only pain she felt as she staggered back. Wesker made no move to stop her; In fact he seemed to enjoy watching her as she pulled the weapon out of her neck to find that it wasn't a knife. It was a stainless steel syringe.

Shocked and confused, she glared at her nemesis questioningly. Then suddenly she dropped the needle as a look of intense agony spread across her features. It was as if a fire had been set in her flesh, its deadly heat boiling her blood and dissolving her organs.

"How nice it is to finally meet the real Project Alice." Wesker said before moving to stand over her crumpled body, his eyes twinkling with merrily behind the shaded glasses as he took in the pained expression. "Hurts, doesn't it. Well I'm afraid that is only the beginning. As we speak micro-organisms are coursing through your blood stream and neutralising T-cells. So pretty soon all those powers of yours...speed...strength...accelerated healing. Well you kiss all that good bye. Put simply the Umbrella Corporation is taking back its property. I'm afraid you just didn't work out." He sniggered at the notion, clearly enjoying his opportunity to play god. "So you're being recalled."

His words flamed her anger and caused some of the pain to dissipate as she used the last of her strength to raise the USP-9. However it was much heavier than she remembered and Wesker, not willing to give her another chance, had snapped a kick into her chest before she could even bring the gun to bear. Knocked back by the incredible power of his attack, her body did a flurry of reverse summersaults as she was thrown out the cockpit and sent flying across the cargo bay before finally slamming into the air locked door and crumpling to the floor.

Dipping in and out of consciousness, she could only just muster the willpower to lift her head as Wesker came forward, his hand dipping out of sight as he reached for one of his eagles.

"What are you?" She asked in a voice that was little more than a whisper. Something was horribly wrong here, even when she had been human, Alice had been better than most and not even the Nemesis Project had been able to land a blow quite like the one Wesker had just dealt her, no human could.

"Me? Why I am what you use to be." He proclaimed, stepping into the cargo bay with his gleaming weapon drawn. His heavy footfalls echoing as he walked unhurriedly towards the fallen woman, aiming the heavy pistol between her eyes. "...Only I'm better."

Believing it to be over, Wesker paid no mind to anything other than the kill that was to come, yet Alice saw all and despite the immediate danger, she couldn't help looking past Wesker and smiling as she saw the flash of movement.

Standing over the helpless Alice, about to deliver the coup de grace, Wesker felt rather than heard the presence behind him and swinging around, he just had enough time to witness the flash of steel. Rear back, he tried to dodge the blow but the attacker was too close and instead the razor sharp blade swooped down and sliced the gun's thick barrel in two. Jumping away from his mystery assailant, he had just enough time to glance down and see that his weapon had been reduced to scrap before looking up and finding to his immense surprise that it was another Alice clone.

"Hhmmm...so it's just another one of your clones." He observed, his lips twitching into a smile as he dropped the remnants of his pistol. "I must say, you are something of a weed. As soon as I cut one of you down, another comes along to take her place; how amusing."

Not so amused, the clone leapt forward without warning, her Katana cutting a silver arc through the low light as she went at Wesker full throttle. However, the Umbrella Chairman was unfazed by her show of tenacity and stepped aside just as the blade was about to strike his cold flesh. Swinging around, the clone attacked again and again Wesker dodged it, rolling under the steel's reach as he grabbed his second Desert Eagle from its holster. When he came up, the weapon was out but she was already moving, her sword reaching out in a cut that caught the gun across the hook of its trigger guard.

The impact knocked Wesker's aim and when he fired, the bullet merely grazed her check so that a narrow cut oozed gouts of blood in its wake as for a single moment they were locked together. And then Wesker barged forward, using his weight advantage to throw her back. She stumbled, her leather boots slipping on the smooth metal floor while he recovered and took aim. Just catching herself before she fell, the clone cast her gaze around in time to glimpse Wesker smirking as he prepared to fire. With no time to think, she spun on her heel and made a frantic dash to the nearest wall. Gathering momentum, she leapt forward and literally began running up the wall. Pushing up with every step, she seemed able to defy gravity as she ran up and along smooth surface.

In the confined space of the cargo bay, the gunshot rang out as a deafening roar and her arm jerked violently when the bullet hammered against her. Strangely there was no pain, but the force of the impact made her lose balance and jump. Despite the hurried leap, she tumbled head over heels and landed nimbly with a jaguar's grace before Wesker, her arms raised as she aligned the sword in a guard, only to find that the uppermost half of the blade had been shot off to leave her with little more than a ragged stump of ineptly proportioned metal. In this state, the Katana would be of less use to her than a butter knife.

Smirking as he saw the state of her weapon, Wesker levelled the gun at the clone. In truth there was still a danger from this one, with a second sword sheathed across her back and her powers still active, she would pose a moderate threat had he not had her in his sights. However, as it was she would never have time to draw the weapon, let alone attack him with it, before he emptied the clip into her. This fight was over.

Only she was of a different opinion. With superhuman speed, the clone hefted what remained of the Katana and hurled it at Wesker, inept, stumped blade first. Surprised but still faster than the eye could see, he lashed out and swatted the sword aside with a swipe of his hand but in that single instant, when his attention was divided, she acted. Rushing forward so quickly she verged on becoming a blur, she attacked with a roundhouse kick that should have cracked his skull back, had Wesker not seen the coming danger at the last possible instant. His iron hard fist slammed against her side, cracking several of her ribs as he twisted around her blow and then stepped through with an upper cut that sent the clone reeling. Grabbing her Lycra collar, he ended the skirmish by throwing her over his collar and across the bay.




Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 01



Still winded, the clone skidded across the plaiting as if it were in fact a lake of ice, and Wesker didn't wait for her to recover before firing a volley. Sparks ignited as the heavy rounds ricochet off the floor and walls as every shoot missed the free sailing clone by a hair's breadth until she finally collided with the wall. Seeing his chance, Wesker levelled his eagle for the final shot when another shot rang out like the bolt of lightning in a thunderstorm as a bullet slammed into Wesker's shoulder, spoiling his aim and giving the clone time to take cover.

Alice was back in the fight. With USP-9 raised and Wesker in her sights, she fired a perfect shot that ripped into Wesker's shoulder and made him stagger. However he regarded the wound like it was nothing, so she fired again, and then again. Nothing could explain it but although her aim was still spot on, Wesker would dodge the bullet at the last moment, his super human speed taking him from one spot to the next in the blink of an eye. And each time he did, he came at her, appearing closer and until he was almost atop her, and then he was on her.

In the merest instant he went from firing at her sheltering clone to suddenly running at her full gallop, every well worked muscle in his body practically a quiver as came at her in a thunderous burst of kinetic energy. Moving too swiftly for her to focus, he slammed past her defences and rammed a shovel hook punch to her gut that her eyes widen and spittle fly from her parted lips as she grunted in agony. Still caught in his vortex of motion, Wesker dropped to one knee and suddenly swept his leg around, taking her legs out from under her as he came back up in the midst of a reverse round house with his opposite leg. The blow caught her aerial form across the ribs and tossed her heavily against the wall.

"No!" The clone cried, emerging from her shelter with the second sword drawn and clearly with a mind to come to her weakened sire's defence. Her stupidity made Wesker smirk; only a fool brought a knife to a gun fight. He turned without warning, the smoking Eagle pistol levelled and ready as he blasted off a round that would take her head off. Only she suddenly dived forward, rolling across the floor in a tight ball as the bullet passed harmlessly over her. Unmoved by her prowess, he corrected his aim and fired again as she rose up. A flash of silver burnt in the darkness and then her sword was there, cutting across the bullet's path before it could touch her and slicing the round in two.

The separate halves of the bullet flew in opposite directions as the clone curled up to her full height, the impossible sharp Katana spiralling around her in a deadly helix as she stepped forward and then whirled the sword down. Wesker darted round the descending blade but his gun was empty, the magazine spent in that last hail of fire, so instead he stepped through with a punch that hit with such force it pulverised her ribs and ripped through her chest cavity. Blood gushed from the clone's lips as the blow broke her lungs and destroyed her heart before tearing from her back in a grisly shower of gore.

Already dead, the clone hung their limp and unmoving as the look of triumph crossed Wesker's face; that had been all too easy. When the sword slipped from her lifeless fingers, he tossed the ruined corpse aside, regarding the bloodied form with a look one might usually reserve for something less than human before turning back to Alice. Near comatose, the stricken woman could only struggle for breath as she returned a look that was vibrant with hatred. It was time they ended this tiresome game.

He was upon her in an instant, standing over her exhausted body like some grim spectre of death. An ominous click rang out as he shoved his last clip inside the gun before pressing the weapon against her forehead. "Now where were we?" He asked mindfully, unable to resist taunting her before finally putting her out of his misery. "Ah yes, I believe I was about to kill you."

"Wait..." Alice gasped, blood touching her lips as she tried to form the words. "Please wait."

"Last words?" Wesker asked smugly, more than a little amused by the concept. "Or do you feel like begging for your life, I am a generous man you know."

Alice would have laughed if she could must the energy. She wasn't afraid to die, everyone has die sooner or later and she'd had her taste of it enough to know death couldn't possibly be as bad as what her life had become. In truth she was only pissed off that she wouldn't live long enough to see this beast pay for his crimes. But as much as it made her stomach turn to admit it, she did owe him something. "Thank you."

"For killing you?"

"No..."Alice gasped, the pain in her side only growing worse as she tried to speak. "For making me human again."

"My pleasure..." Wesker said before beginning to squeeze the magnum's trigger. Suddenly an alarm began to sound, filling the bomber with its harsh song and drawing Wesker's attention back to the cockpit. What he saw made that infernal smirk vanish.

The clone's first sword, which he had so carelessly swatted aside, was stuck in the AI's control panel, shutting the autopilot off. Too make matters worse without the programme to guide it, the bomber had been steadily losing altitude, throwing it on a collision course with the snow-capped peaks of Mount Fuji. At the ship's present speed it would be only a matter of moments until they crashed. Forgetting Alice in lour of the much greater danger, Wesker turned away from the exhausted woman and made a desperate, life or death dash to the cockpit. Despite his incredible speed however, Wesker arrived at the controls too late to save them, instead he got to watch in horror as the bomber's nose collided with the rock face before a monstrous ball of flames suddenly reached out and consumed him.

In the cockpit, Alice felt the collision jar the ship's metal skeleton before the roar of the protesting metal almost deafened her, and then she was air born. Hurled forward as the bomber was tossed about wildly across the mountain face, she had just enough time to hear her Wesker's agonized scream before a great fire ball exploded in front of her and devoured over half the ship. Then suddenly all went back as her head struck something hard and she fell into a great void of blackness.

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It must have been the cold that roused Alice. It was a very cold morning and the icy winds crept across her body like Death's chilling embrace. Barely conscious but still alive, her eyes fluttered open but her brain was still too shell-shocked from the blast to discern anything other than a bright light. Perhaps she was dead, but if this was heaven, why was it so cold?

In the distance she could hear a flock of Bush Warblers singing their song; it was a peaceful tune and an enjoyable contrast to the usual melancholy of her life as bit by bit, her senses gradually returned. At first her world view was just a blurry collage of indifferent colours and shapes, but then it was sharpened and defined as fresh colours blossomed and bloomed until she saw everything clearly.

The morning sky had turned from deep violet to a deep cerulean blue as the sun rose ever higher in its arch; the day had worn on some time since she had fallen unconscious. The landscaping was mostly dark rock but the brittle skeletons of a few dozen trees were scattered around her and she could just see the ruin of Tokyo in the distance, its remains still smoking from the blast. All around her broken pieces of metal burned, the fires warming her slightly against the freezing winds that blow across the rocky face of Mount Fuji. Not far away, the broken wreck of the bomber was still burning, the once magnificent armaments turned black as ash as it lay crippled and broken on the mountain side. Without a doubt, she'd been lucky this time.

There was no way Wesker could have survived, but every one of her instincts told her she had to confirm the kill, that that bastard was too wily a beast to leave up to mere conjecture. She had to be sure, to see his burnt husk with her own two eyes, before believing him to be dead for sure.

Resolute in her decision, Alice reluctantly got to her feet, staggering slightly as she momentarily lost balance. Her body was heavier than it should have been, and the sudden movement caused her head to throb painfully; it was obviously going to take a while for her to get reacquainted with being human again.

In her concussion hindered state, the climb down to the wreck was steep and dangerous. The rocky ground was treacherous under her boots and winds that were approaching gale force threatened to throw her to the ground with every unsure step she took. It was a precarious journey and one that seemed to take forever as she methodically worked her way down the valley to the bomber.

Despite its once illustrious armour plating, little remained of the ship but scrap metal; its major components having either been destroyed by the gunfire or eaten away by the fiercely raging flames. Its wings were gone, torn away in the crash, and whatever remained of the engines could be seen burning on the outskirts of the crash site. Only the main compartment had remained largely intact, but whatever remained of the cockpit had been buried beneath the rocks while the mangled tail was almost standing vertical.

It towered over her and the surrounding rocks but Alice could just make out a thick column of dark smoke rising from its base and as she approached, treading as carefully as she dared over the lose stones, she found a crack just large enough for her to squeeze through. It was a tight fit but miraculously she managed to get through, her Lycra bodysuit protecting her skin from any jagged pieces of metal that might have reached out to claim her as she passed before stepping into the chocking blackness of the cargo bay.

Lit only by faint traces of ghost light and thick with the unrelenting smoke, the cargo bay proved to be as inhospitable as the mountain side it rested on. Coughing violently, Alice had to cover her nose and mouth to keep from suffocating in the pool of noxious gas and the smoke was so dense, she could barely see her hand in front of her face and so was forced to rely on fractured memories to navigate her way through the cloud. However, even when she was clearing the veil's depths, the fragments of ghost light offered her little assistance. Reaching into her belt, she quickly equipped herself with a small torch that flooded the ruined ship with a brilliant beam of light when activated. Narrow but powerful; the beam of light confirmed Alice's first assumption that the Cargo bay was empty.

Sweeping the light across the cargo bay, Alice suddenly felt her breath catch in her throat as the beam fell on something that was neither part of the wall or floor. It might have once been a body but the carbonised remnants had been burned and blackened beyond all recognition.

Unable to tell if it was Wesker's smouldering corpse or just another ill shaped rock, she crept forward, trying to be mindful as she did of whatever might be underfoot. The charred remains reeked with the pungent odder of burning flesh and Alice had to fight against gagging as she reached out. Hot to touch, the effigy began to crumble under her fingers and it only just held together as she rolled it over.

"No..." Alice whispered disbelievingly as she stared down at a face that, despite being half burnt away, was almost the mirror image of her own. Horrified by the sight of her murdered clone's remains, she staggered back and in doing so, almost lost her footing as she tripped on something that had been half hidden on the floor. Whirling around with her torch levelled, she was relieved to find it was just her USP-9.

Reaching down to reclaim the Heckler & Koch, Alice felt a strange sense of ease filling her. It had once belonged to Carlos Olivera, before his death in the Nevada desert he'd taken her aside and given it to her and made her promise to use it to bring down Umbrella. It was the last thing she had to remember the only man she'd ever loved. Preoccupied with her former Lover's gun, Alice never noticed the moving darkness or the heavy thuds of approaching footfalls.

"It seems I underestimated you Alice," The voice cut through her harmonica moment like the crack of a gunshot and Alice raised the gun in the voice's direction before angling the torch towards it. The bright beam revealed something that was far from concerting. "Even as a human, your abilities far exceed the expectations of Dr. Isaacs."

Albert Wesker was standing in the buried cockpit's doorway, unfortunately alive though for what it mattered, he looked like he'd seen better days. His normal slick blond hair was dirty and dishevelled, his tailored uniform rumpled and torn, and burns of varying degree tarnished his once flawless skin. Yet despite it all, his shades seemed untouched by the explosion and the crash; some bastards just have all the luck.

"I'm only just getting started!" She said hotly, not really sure what else to say.

Things were not looking good. Although Alice had got Wesker in her sights, her USP-9 only had one round left and given the bastard's speed, she may as well hurl the whole gun at him for all the good that one shot would do her. He on the other hand, had her out classed in every fashion and a Desert Eagle that was fully loaded and practically calling for her blood. Yes, things were bad, and if she didn't find a way to even the odds, she'd by lying dead beside her clone before she can pull even pull the tiger...

Then she saw it, the answer to the greatest question ever asked, lying on the floor beside her clone's charred body. The sword's blade reflected the torch light, telling Alice exactly where it lay, partly submerged beneath debris between Wesker and the clone's effigy. It was quite a distance; there was no way she'd make it without a distraction.

"Now...now Alice there's no reason for us to be enemies. With Excella's death, I find myself in need of a partner, someone to rule the world by my side..." Wesker said, his burnt lip twitching as if her were about to smile at the thought. Only Alice wasn't interested.

"Go to hell!" She yelled before suddenly pulling back her arm and hurling the torch at Wesker. Turning over and over, the device shot through the air like a rock as its blinding beam of light illuminated every corner of the Cargo Bay, yet he didn't so much as bat an eye lash. In a practised motion, he made to swipe the torch from the sky but Alice beat him to the punch. Raising her gun as her heart pounded loudly in her chest, she aimed for the base of the light beam before firing her last round.

An explosion of light erupted in the Cargo bay, sending a blinding flash through the darkness as shards of glass and metal rocketed in all directions. Wesker recoiled in shock, momentarily stunned as the deadly fragments sliced into his face and Alice didn't hesitate to take advantage of his distraction by leaping to the side and making an all or nothing dash for the sword. Relying purely on memory once more, she jumped over her replica's body before throwing her hand out in a desperate grab for the weapon, her heart jumping in excitement when she felt the metal collide heavily with her palm.

"You'll pay for that!" Wesker growled murderously, taking his hand away from his face long enough to turn to where he knew his prey would be. He didn't know why she hadn't fled the ship, and in truth he didn't care. All he cared about now was making the bitch pay for what she had done to his face and with murderous intent he advanced just as Alice swung the sword. Too late, he realised the danger when the shimmer of sharpened steel slashed across his throat and laid his neck open all the way to the bone.

"That was for you Carlos." Alice said, watching victorious as Wesker clutched at his open throat in an effort to stop the blood flow before dropping his gun and falling to the ground in a steadily growing pool of bloodied muck.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, she felt her knees give way and she collapsed weakly as her body began to tremble with happy sobs. It was finally over.



Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 02



Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil Afterlife and I am not profiting from this work.

...Six months later

In the late hours of the Alaskan afternoon, the rolling waters of the Bering Sea were reflected as a deep Carolina blue. A marginal sea in the northern Pacific Ocean, the Bering stretched for over 770000 square miles from the northern borders of Asia all the way up to the costs of Northern Alaska and had been considered by many to be some of the most traitorous waters on the planet. Ravaged by impossibly strong currents that were made permanently ferocious by washing through its sixteen submarine canyons, the waters of this dreadful expanse of ocean had tossed and turned many of the floating wind-ships which had drifted into its tides over the centuries and the seasonal arrival of pack ice and bergs in autumn had made it a constant danger for any vessel carless enough to run astray.

Squinting through the clear fibreglass, Alice watched bemusedly as far below walls of white capped water rocked the sea. It was only May but already the approaching summer tides were rolling the sea to a violent shade of grey and she couldn't help but be thankful she'd decided to make the journey to Arcadia by air instead of sea. After all the trouble she'd gone through to take revenge on Umbrella, it just wouldn't do for her to drown in a summer storm.

A metallic sputtering that sounded ominously like bolts falling into a blender suddenly roared over the bellowing wind, draw her attention back to the plane's controls, to her dismay the needle on fuel gauge was poised over Empty. With a minor note of irritation, she took one had off the stick and reached back to the rear of the cabin where a pair of auxiliary fuel tanks had been jerry rigged to the engine. After a moment spent twisting the valves, the reserve aviation fuel flowed into the injection system and it hummed into life.

With the engine now purring like a kitten, she turned back to the instrument panel, her gaze lingering for a moment on the compass and directional Gyro before she checked her position on the set of navigational charts and maps she had arranged around the cabin.

'Not long now...' She thought, more than a little relieved by the dwindling distance, before looking to the video camera which had been mounted on the top of the panel. The light on its side was blinking and instead of green, it was showing up as a danger orange, the battery was almost dead and had switched to standby mode to conserve power. 'Better make this short.' With a sigh, she activated the flight recorder.

"May 3rd, 1600 hours. It has now been A hundred and seventy-seven days without any signs of life. I'm at 58.37 degrees north, 134.58 degrees west and am now closing in on the coordinates for Arcadia, but there are no signs of it on any of the maps..." She hesitated; afraid to continue for fear that her doubts might be given life by her words. "Something doesn't feel right, but I don't know what and I can only hope that Claire and the others made it."

Turning the camera off with a hint of apprehension darkening her features, Alice cast her gaze up at the cockpit's screens to watch as the distant white-capped peaks of the Alaskan mountains darkened the horizon. Already clumps of thick ice had begun to appear dotted about the Bering and as she drew nearer the cost, great bergs rose up from the sea's depths to form unbreakable roofs above the rolling tides that survived both Alaskan summer and winter.

For over 500miles, the untamed wilderness of Alaska's south western region was a combination of thick boreal forests, steep outcroppings and deep water lakes. Forever in the shadow of the great mountain chains which encircled the state, it was scarcely populated and offered few sanctuaries to travellers from the dangers of its hollowing northern winds and hungry bear population.

Trying to conserve the little fuel she had left, Alice flew the Fuji T-7 up at such an angle that it could be caught and carried by the passing thermals while she observed the varied geography of the world beneath her. She kept going along the coast until mathematically she would have been on top of the coordinates the recording gave, but there was just one problem...

There wasn't any sign of Arcadia.

Cursing under her breath; she pulled back on the stick and brought the plane around in a curving arc before taking it down for a closer look. The terrain here was rugged with little to see but brown grassland and an occasional clumping of dead trees, but holding steady at 50metres, she could now make out an unusual cluster of landmarks that were gathered together about half a mile from the oceans lapping grey waters. Curious, she circled the site once before taking the plane in for landing.

Keeping the wings level, she lined the aircraft up for her angle of approach and began her descent. Rocked by suddenly fierce winds, the plane began to shake violently as it cut across the airwaves and with her heart aflutter, it took all of Alice's efforts to maintain the correct airspeed and keep the Fuji levelled out. It was a hair-raising experience and despite her naturally stock expression, inside her mind was abuzz with panic as she desperately tried to calculate these new developments into her timing.

Feeling her stomach lurch as the ground hurried up to meet her, she lowered the flaps before jerking the controls back to compensate for the added drag. The engine stalled when the wheels touched down, the reassuring jolt of touchdown throwing her back into her seat and she couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief. Far from a seasoned pilot, she had only attempted a hand full of landing and this was certainly the first without a tarmacked road or runway to great her approach. It was an invigorating feeling to know her skills were improving.

She let the plane roll to a stop before unbuckling her pilot's harness and pushing back the fiberglass canopy. A cold breeze howled overhead but she ignored it as she swung her leg over the canopy and stepped on the wing. Dressed in a battered brown leather flyer's jacket with a fur trimmed collar and matching set of cowgirl boots and trousers, she was relatively well protected against the cold as the wind's cold tendrils people whipped locks of her auburn hair across her face. Yet as relieved as she was to be out of the insufferably cramped cockpit, her pretty face remain contorted with a look of scorn as she took in the space around her with adamant distaste.

Everywhere she looked, there was aircraft. Aligned all around her as if they were children's toys, the randomised mix of planes and helicopters stretched almost as far inland as her eyes could see. If it were not for their varying states of disrepair, Alice might have thought she had landed in the heart of some great, but primitive, airfield. Yet as it was, the open stretch of grassland appeared more befitting of the term junkyard, or a graveyard.

"So this is Arcadia?" She observed, her eyebrow rising with as she looked from one beaten up wreck to the next and tried to calculate just how many people had beaten her to what they hoped would be their last chance for salvation. There had to of been many, hundreds, maybe even thousands of refugees. But what could have happened to of made them all disappear? Had something dreadful happened, or perhaps they had grown tired of waiting for a hope that would never come and returned to the nomadic life of survivors on the run.

A frown formed across her lips as with a resigning shrug, she jumped down from the plane's wing and began to scout the area for signs which might tell her what had happened here. There wasn't much, aside from the occasional discarded food wrapper the vehicles' interiors had been picked clean and Alice was left to wander the deserted grasslands in silent contemplation until she heard a frenzy of whispered mutterings on the wind.

"Hello..." She called out, her hand immediately reaching beneath her jack for the holstered gun on her belt as she awaited the reply. Although she didn't particularly want to shoot any survivors, since the decay of civilization, banditry had become as common a danger along the road as that posed by the infected and she couldn't help noticing how perfect this place was for an ambush. With so much cover to hide behind, even a half-witted gang could set up an effective enough ambush for whoever came to answer the radio message and she had no intention of being caught unawares like that time back in Nevada.

Her voice carried well on the wind, but there was no answer to be heard as the whispers continued. Although little more than murmurs, she could make out snippets of what was being said and thought it might have been a man's voice, strangely he seemed to repeating himself and Alice, growing concerned, drew the heavy barrel of her 44.Magnum from its holster before following the murmuring.

Keeping her eyes peeled for any signs of movement as she progressed cautiously through the maze of Aircrafts, Alice did her best to remain cool despite the erratic dumbing of her heart. She was getting close, so close in fact that the voice almost seemed to be whispering in her ear and as she passed a crack in the wrecked hull of a weather beaten DC-3 Transport plane, it bellowed out at her in a way that made her heart miss a beat. Whirling about, she thrust the revolver through the crack, her finger perched on the tightly wound trigger as if she were expecting something horrible to lurch out of the darkness to claim her life at any moment.

There was nothing there however and she gave her heart a moment to calm before lowering the heavy side-arm as she bent forward and climbed carefully through the crevice and into the blackness of the plane's interior. It was dark inside and her eyes struggled to adjust to the low light and could only just make out the metal ribcage of the roof above.

She must have entered the cargo hold because she could just make out a flight of steps ascending to the cockpit. The voice was coming from there so, aided only by the intricate web of light that filtered in through the tiny cracks in the transport plane's hull; she made straight for the source of the continued muttering and ran up the stairs with one hand on the railing, the other holding the magnum before her. The stairwell had grown flimsy with rust and her heavy footfalls made it shake violently as she took the footing two at time. Fortunately for her, the door to the control room had been left ajar so she needn't worry about the structure collapsing as she delivered a forward kicked to the barrier and burst inside.

The words were blaring out inaudibly now but the cockpit was empty and judging by the thick sheet of dust covering the monitors and control panels, it had been for some time. The windows were dirty but they gave her just enough light to see that A digital recorder had been set up across the instrument panels, its display blinking in an attempt to bypass its remaining power to whatever systems were still running. Her brow furrowing in confusion, Alice lowered her gun and gave the recorder the once over before idly pushing buttons until she found what she was looking for. With a low whistle, the device began refining its audio until it reached a level she could understand and then began to play.

"This is Arcadia, broadcasting on the emergency frequency at location, 114.08 degrees longitude, 51.08 degrees latitude. There is no infection. We offer safety and security, food and shelter. I Repeat...there is no infection. You are not alone."

Realisation struck Alice like a bolt of lightning and a look of undisguised horror masked her features as stepped back, visibly stricken. This was it, this was what had brought so many people to one of the farthest corners of the world, this is what had given all her friends hope and then ad revealed them to be a hollow shell.

She didn't bother to wonder who had put it there or why. As far as she was concerned, whatever it had sought to offer had expired long ago, there was no point keeping it active and in her rage, she raised the gun and squeezed the trigger. The recorder exploded but she didn't stop there and Alice kept firing until the wheel had run dry and the instrument panel resembled a slab of Swiss cheese.

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Exiting the plane, Alice continued her search until she reached what looked like the edge of the graveyard and heard the gentile lapping of waves on a beach bank.

After the ominous quite of the Aircraft graveyard, the rolling grey waters of the Bering were a welcoming sight and Alice felt her heart jump as walking through a clumping of dead conifers, she spotted an all too familiar Umbrella helicopter perched in the dirty brown sand.

With its black armour marred by a score of dents and scratches and a thick inlay of rust covering its rotors, the Helicopter looked considerably more beaten than she remembered. She walked around the aircraft once, scrutinizing it closely before climbing through the open cabin door. She'd hoped to find a clue to the disappearance of her friends but tight confines of the ships inner belly were reluctant to give her anything other than the long dried bloodstains left by Dr Isaacs during his escape from the Las Vegas ruin just eighteen months before.

The rear of the cabin was empty, even the cushions from the seats had been removed, so she leaned through the void between the pilots' chairs in search of the flight recorder. It was gone, ripped from the control panel along with anything else that might have given her the clues she needed. Dismayed, she drew back and was about to leave the derelict aircraft when she caught sight of something lying half hidden beneath the co-pilot's chair.

It looked like a book and curious, she reached down carefully to retrieve it, being mindful as she did of any indications that it might be rigged or booby-trapped. Nothing seemed odd so she brought it into the light and found, to her surprise, that it was the notebook she'd handed to the girl K-mart at the end of their last meeting. Bringing the heavy tome up to eyelevel, she remembered the distressed look that had flooded the teen's pretty face as she jammed the book into her hands. The truth was always hard on the young and she'd asked hopefully for Alice to come with them, after seeing how card it had been for K-mart to bear, she hadn't had the heart to tell her they'd probably never see each other again.

Feeling her heart start to race, she began flicking through the familiar pages of the journal that had been taken over by newspaper cuttings and geographical mappings until she finally came to a handful of pages towards the back which had been taken over by scribbled scriptures that she recognised as being K-mart's writing.

The girl had documented the journey in impressive detail. It had been dangerous; they'd had to stop many times in search of fuel and supplies and as a result, a trip which should have taken just a few weeks had been stretched into months. Yet as she drew to the end, something about the inscriptions began to change and she could almost hear K-mart's cheery voice whispering the last sentence on the page.

'We are here, Arcadia...at last...' Smiling a bemused smile as she imagined the charismatically cheery girl's delight at the thought of their journey being over, Alice turned the page expectantly; only to find it blank, except for a hurried scribble in the lowest corner. '...Something's not right.'

Unsatisfied, she thumbed through the remaining pagers but found them to be completely blank. No messages detailing where they might have gone or clues for to piece together, it was as if they had simply vanished into thin air like everyone else who had come to Arcadia in search of salvation.

Growling in frustration, she slammed the book shut and shoved it inside one of the inside pockets of her jacket before jumping down from the helicopter and made her way across the beach to the sea's rolling grey bank. Even in spring, the waters of the Bering were freezing and she could feel the chill of the surf rolling over her boots as she walked heatedly through the sloshing tide until finally she came to the decaying remnants of a water-soaked log which must have been washed up on the stronger winter tides that had been battering the Alaskan coast.

The sky was darkening, the setting sun turning the sky an ominous slate grey as immense clouds blotted out its weak light. It wouldn't be long before night set in and feeling her anger ebb like the waves at her feet, Alice decided to take care of the last bit of business and reached into one of the larger of her flight jacket's pockets to pull out a small digital recorder.

Balancing the recorder on a thick branch, she flicked through the settings before setting it to record. As the small red light flicked to life, she scouted down to sit atop the damp bark and began to recite the words which had been weighing so heavily on her heart.

"May 3rd, 19.30 hours, Arcadia. I have followed the recording's direction north to the shores of Alaska and found that no such place exists. There is just a field crowded with ghosts, and a beach." She exhaled deeply, her eyes drifting back across the beach to the helicopter and then to the graveyard. "I have found Claire's helicopter but there is no sign of her or the others. I have no idea what they found here but we all heard the transmissions and I have found the source of the message. Someone must have sent them. Someone must have wanted to bring all these people here for a reason. But why? And where did they all go?"

The question echoed in the air, taunting her mercilessly before mingling with the drumming of the tide on the shore and evaporating into nothing. This place reeked of death; there was nothing left for her here except the howl of the whistling wind and the whispers of long dead ghosts. With her hear sinking, Alice rose up from her perch on the damp and gave the darkening one last contemplating stare before turning back to the recorder. "Day 177...signing off." But as she reached for the terminating switch, her fingers slipped and thoughts she'd tried so hard to suppress suddenly spilled from her lips in a rush of hidden emotion. "And...I don't know if I can do this much longer."

It was hard to deny she was growing tired, tired of being alone, tired of never having anyone to confide in, and tired of always being the sole survivor. In those few invigorating months of hunting for and purging Umbrella's compounds, when she'd been surrounded by her clones, she had never had to suffer the bitter taste of solitude and she'd grown to enjoy the sense of companionship she shared with Gama, Beta and all the rest. But now they were all dead and even the solitude she'd once enjoyed seemed to have abandoned her.

"What if I'm the last? What if there is no one left? No one left to watch these tapes and learn from my mistakes?" The words were as frightening to her as the judging silence and she felt hot tears welling up inside before she could stop herself. "Is this my punishment for letting all this happen when I could have stopped it so long ago?" Overwhelmed, a single tear began to roll down her check, just as she a faint prickling sensation cropping across her shoulders. Recognising the feeling, she swung around and looked across the beach in time to see an illusive figure disappearing into the undergrowth.

Forgetting the camera, Alice jumped to her feet and took off at a run. Not daring to believe her eyes, she charged full out across the surf battered beach, her heavy boots splashing loudly in the rolling surf before she ascend to the drier sands and then to the dead, brown grass at the mouth of the trees. Clouded in shadow, she could just make out the fleeting figure darting between the trees like some elusive forest spirit and didn't give a moment's pause before plunging into the trees.




Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 02



In desperation, she moved without restraint or caution and paid mind only to the protruding roots of trees which stretched up from the earth like the arms of hell, reaching up to claim her and drag her down to that fiery underworld. High above, dying branches plumed by dry brown foliage formed a dense canopy that blotted out the sun's waning light, casting her into an eerie gloom which only grew worse as she pressed on at speeds that were unwise. She didn't care about the danger, or the thorny shrubbery plucking at her clothes; all she cared about was reaching whoever it was. After being alone for so long, she couldn't afford to let this chance slip through her fingers.

It was getting harder to see in the gloom but with her chances of catching the fleeting shadow already dropping, she didn't dare slow. Instead, she ran and ran, until the dense wall of trees all around her suddenly fell away and she was thrust into a blinding well of light. Blinded by the brightness as her eyes struggled to adjust, Alice almost fell head over heels in her rush to stop and narrowly missed colliding with an abandoned land cruiser.

Coming to a halt and using a raised arm for cover, she gave her eyes a moment to become accustom to the painful glare before lowering the limb to find that she had emerged from the trees at the edge of the graveyard. To her dismay, there was no trace of her quarry and, to make matters worse, she didn't recognise the part of the site she'd emerged on. It was going to take some time for her to work her way back to her plane and it was unlikely she'd do so before dark.

Aggravated by this cruel twist of fate, Alice couldn't resist giving the discarded truck she had nearly crashed into a good kick. A dent appeared in the side of the door as the sole of her boot hit it with a satisfying clunk, yet the blow caused her foot to explode with a painful sensation and she couldn't help cursing under her breath as she limped back a step. Clearly, she was still trying to come to terms with her renewed human limitations.

After her bitter disappointment on the beach and then to come so close, only to have her hopes dashed once again, well this fresh anti-climax was hard to swallow and she thought she might just slip into a great black well of despair. To console herself, she tried to make herself believe that she had heard was probably just the wind in the trees or the overcurious nature of a skittish deer, anything to keep her from believing the obvious truth that whispered in the dark corners of her mind; she was an outcast, a shunned freak of humanity...

In her distressed state, she almost didn't hear a fallen twig snapping underfoot and wheeled about just in time to see something exploding out of the undergrowth. It was huge, whatever it was, and barrelling towards her with such haste that Alice scarcely had a moment before it was upon her. She tried to dive out of its path but it was too fast and hit her head on, knocking the breath from her as she was pitched back and together they went flying.

She wasn't sure how far she went but to say her landing was rough would have been the understatement of the century and she did cartwheels across the stone laden ground before rising up with both hands poised over her guns. Infected or not, her reflexes were sharper than any knife and she tugged both of her magnum revolvers from their leather confines before whirling around to face her new adversary with both pistols drawn and levelled. Only when she saw it, she was sure she was going to need something bigger, 'Like a Bazooka...'

It was a bear, but not just any bear; it was the largest fucking Kodiak bear she'd ever seen. Already up and standing high on its hind legs, it towered over her like the biblical character goliath and she didn't need the likes of Sir David Attenborough to tell her that this large male was in his prime. With a thick brown pelt and paws that were larger than sledge hammers, even the obvious signs of malnutrition couldn't shatter this leviathan's air of invincibility. But maybe a couple of her Magnum shells could get the job done.

The guns were heavy under the weight of the fully loaded cylinder so to lighten the load; she fired a quick volley that exploded into the creature's hide. There was no point trying to negotiate, like the lions of the Salvo River, Kodiaks were very dangerous beasts at the best of times but a hungry bear would eat anything it could find and last she looked, she was the only thing in the area that was on the menu. However the shots seemed not to register with the bear as it gave a bellowing roar before swiping at her with its massive paw.

It was swifter than something of its size should have been and eyes coming alive with the danger, she only just lurched backward in time to avoid the bear's bone shattering left hook. Passing within millimetres of her, the claw appendage narrowly missed taking her eye out and she only had time enough to fire off a shot that passed harmlessly over its shoulder before she was forced to move. Crashing down on all fours, it came after her with a thunderous fury that made the ground shake and she had just enough time to dive under the nearby truck before it was upon her.

Looking back frantically as she crawled into the semi darkness and took shelter beneath the derelict 4X4, Alice watched as the frenzied bear flattened itself to the ground before it began pawing the earth in an attempt to reach her. Its immense claws tearing great trenches through the layers of leaves and dirt until the task appeared to grow too strenuous for the starving beast and it gave up, favouring instead to smash the truck with its heavy hide in an ill-conceived attempt to tip the vehicle over.

Unfortunately the math of the matter wasn't on her side, so with both .44s still clasped tight, she began to shuffle through the crawl space towards the light. It was a tight squeeze but as it was still furiously pounding against the stubbornly rooted truck, the bear failed to notice her leaving so she scurried beneath the automobile like a mouse in its tunnel. Immerging in the dirt on the far side, she took a quick nerve steadying breath before darting up and in one smooth motion; she turned and levelled her guns at the beast's bared flank while firing a blazing salvo of hot lead. As the revolvers jumped in grasp, the rounds slammed loudly into the animal's side, penetrating what should have been its heart and lungs.

Yet again the beast seemed not to feel her assault, in fact the blasts seemed only to invigorate the raging Kodiak as it turned towards her and lashed out with a sweeping blow of its paw that caught her in the chest before she could react and sent her hurtling through the air once more. For a horrifying moment she was trapped in free fall, scarcely conscious, it was an effort for her just to keep a firm grasp on her arsenal but when she crashed into something hard, her mind went blank and she let go of the magnums whilst being sucked into an impenetrable abyss.

It must have been the pain that caused her to awaken, for as she blinked past the first wave of nauseating sickness she became aware of a very pronounced stabbing pain in her side and realised that the bear's oversized paw must have bruised a few of her ribs. A resounding thud announced approaching danger and she looked up to find to her horror that the massive beast was coming towards her, and that she was unarmed.

Half dazed, she whipped her head around and began looking drunkenly for her revolvers. Only one was still loaded and what good that would do her was debateable, but she wasn't about to die while there was still a chance.

She didn't need to see it to know the bear was coming closer; its heavy bulking was all but shaking the ground with every foot fall and its musky odder of death and dirt was infecting her every breath like a sensory toxin. There could be no escape now; if she failed to find her loaded weapon then the beast would devour her, she'd have to kill it or die trying; those were her only options.

Then she saw it, one of her magnums laying not a metre from her at the base of a dead tree. She couldn't tell if it was the one she needed or not but the odds were even, it was a chance she'd have to take. So she reached out.

The gun was just out of reach and seemed to be taunting her limited reach with a dazzling shine that gleamed bright against the dark soil. With her heart racing, she could almost feel the bear's weight bearing down on her but she would not give up and so she began to crawl. It was only a small gap between her and it but the effort it cost her was gargantuan and she felt as if she had in fact struggled for over a mile before the chilled metal touched her fingertips.

The Magnum felt heavy in her hands as she grappled for it but her dazed memory couldn't recall if it was the weight of a gun that was loaded or not. It was hard to so she used both hands to scoop the revolver up before whirling about to level the gun at the beast. And there the bear was. It stood at her feet, impossibly large and ferocious as it bared its yellow fangs and roared a terrible sound of coming death.

"Eat this!" She cried angrily before pulling her finger tight around the trigger. The hammer fell and a plume of smoke burst from the silver barrel as it bucked in her grasp, a heavy calibre round exploding forth to slam into the back of the Bear's throat. Tearing through flesh and bone, an explosion of bloody gore erupted from the back of its skull as the bullet destroyed the bear's brains and then it fell dead at her feet with nothing but a weak grunt escaping its gapping muzzle.

Watching as the once mighty beast crashed to the ground, Alice felt a feeling of momentous relief swell up inside her and she stared down grimly at the animal's decapitated corpse. Yet death seemed to have robed the beast of its majesty and she couldn't help but note the great clumps of fur that were missing from its blood matted pelt. Her curiosity got the better of her.

Crouching over the remains, she contemplated the corpse for a moment before reaching down and running her fingers through its coarse fur. Like much that her life had become, killing the bear had brought Alice no pleasure but doing so was a grim necessity. She'd had no choice so now looked on the task the same way she had done when putting down the infected or eliminating Umbrella's pawns; unpleasant but vital. To her surprise, the fur came away at her fingers to reveal the black skin beneath and at least a half a dozen open wounds that had not been made by gunshots. The injuries weren't fresh but they were still weeping gore and at a closer look, she could clearly see that the blood was coagulated. This bear had been dead long before it found Alice.

'Free of Infection huh...' She thought bitterly before recoiling from the infected corpse. After so much disappointment, she shouldn't have been surprised that another of the recordings claims had been proven false. Everywhere had once been free of the T-Virus, but time had seen to changing that and now the entire earth was slowly dying under its influence. Yet the discovery still brought a bitter taste to her mouth and she knew immediately that the time to leave this place had come. The bear was only the first, more and more infected would be coming here over the next few days and she had no desire to be around when they arrived.

Quickly collecting her lost magnum and shoving them both back into their holsters, she was about to head back to her plane when she caught sight of something shining bright on the 4X4'S dashboard. She knew it would be stupid to delay, there was still much she had to do before take-off and now there wasn't a moment too lose. Yet whatever it was inflamed her curiosity and she couldn't resist the mystery of discovery as she walked over to the truck to find it was nothing but a cup filled with small change for meters and the likes.

Alice couldn't help smiling as she scooped up a handful of coins and then let them slip through the gaps and rain back down into the cup. This was the best piece of news she'd had all day and she didn't hesitate to pick the container up and pour its contents into another of her jacket pockets. She then discarded the polystyrene cup and turned just in time to catch sight of the fist that slammed into her face.

Maybe she was still dazed; maybe it was because she hadn't had a decent meal in over a fortnight, either way this new assailant's blow cracked against her jaw before she could evade it and was so powerful she was thrown off her feet. Clattering to the ground, she narrowly missed cracking her head on the truck's axle but before she had a chance to gather her wits, her attacker was on her. The flash of steel was her only warning, a dagger, an axe, a sword; her mind couldn't discern the danger's nature, all she knew was it had a point that was hurtling towards her throat. In desperation she does the first thing that comes to mind and thrusts her hands up, catching the assailant's wrists just before the weapon could open her jugular.

It took all her strength to hold the blade at bay, the steel's sharpened tooth hanging over the soft skin of her throat with a thirst for blood that could rival even the hunger of the infected. Still weak from the bear attack, it was only Alice's will to survive that gave her the strength to keep fighting. And what will she had, for despite the overwhelming might behind the cold blade, she began to push up, forcing her adversary back and she seized the moment to look passed the tooth of steel to her assailant. The figure, despite all evidence to the contrary, was surprisingly skinny but cloaked in shadow as they were, it was impossible for her to make out anything distinctive except an unrecognisably feral pair of pale blue eyes.

She needed to end this and seizing her chance, Alice gave a deafening roar of pain before curling her lower back forward and kicking the shadowy figure in the side. There was a loud crack as the tip of her boot connected with ribs and in a mix of surprise and pain; it abandoned its attack to tumble back.

Rolling to her feet, her hand was halfway to the holstered magnum before she remembered that she had decided against reloading the revolvers, a decision she was already regretting, and so was forced to remain unarmed when her aggressor came at her again. Fast and light, the figure circled her once before exploding forward in an explosion of rage. The blade shimmered bright silver in the darkening twilight and Alice only had a moment to step aside before would have been plunged into her gut. Whirling, she countered with a right hook that slammed hard against her assailant's jaw.

Stumbling back, it lost its footing and collided with the truck, hitting their head on the side mirror as they went, before collapsing to the ground; unconscious and down for the count.

With her muscles aflame from exhaustion, there was nothing Alice would have liked more than to curl into a ball and rest however she wanted to know what, or indeed who, had attacked her. Grimly staring down at the dirty, rag clad figure, she was surprised to find that her assailant was actually a woman but a mane of tangled lustreless brown hair hid her face. Half expecting the woman to suddenly awake and attack her again at her moment, Alice took in a quick breath before kicking the wickedly curved knife from the savage's grasp and then bowed over the sleeping form to brush aside the matted locks and reveal the peacefully sleeping face of Claire Redfield.

Her breath catching at the sight of her friend's dirty face, Alice fell to her knees and began to silently weep with joy. Despite the outlandishness of the circumstances, she couldn't help but a feel an overwhelming sense of relief for having found the convoy leader; at last she wasn't alone.

The shrill song of a raven rang out in the distance, awakening her from the pool of emotion and bringing her back to the present. Remembering where she was, she took one last lingering look at the darkening horizon and then dropped her sights back to the still sleeping Claire; trying to estimate just how long it would take her to carry the unconscious woman back to her plane. It would be a hard journey and she'd have to move fast if she wanted to have any light left to search by, so bending down, she hooked her arms beneath Claire's and began to lift; only to catch sight of something beneath the folds of her dirty rags.

It wasn't much, merely a red tinge beneath the remnants of her tank top, but against her pale skin it glowed like a scarlet ruby on a snow blanketed field. However, before she could investigate further, the peacefully sleeping Claire jerked against her touch and the tattered garments fell open slightly to reveal what lay beneath. Alice felt a sickening lurch in her stomach as she took the sight in; there was a device which reminded her of the mythological Scarab bugs of Ancient Egypt stapled to the centre of her chest. Barely larger than a man's hand and held in place by six wickedly sharp talons that had bored beneath her skin, the device had a bright red casing that did nothing to hide the inner mechanics of a vile, filled with a pale blue liquid, being injected into its host's veins.

Recalling a similar set of operations performed by Umbrella Scientists, Alice had no trouble concluding that this evil looking machine was the cause of her friend's potently lethal hostility and accelerated strength and that it needed to be removed before she did anything else. The only question was how?

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With a scrutinizing gaze that missed nothing, Alice studied the bug shaped injector to the point of delirium. It was dark now and she only had the flickering light of her camp's fire to aid her, but her curiosity was insatiable and this device was fascinating. It reminded her vaguely of the face hugging life forms from the horror film series Alien that would infect a victim with the Alien's embryo while feeding him whatever he needed to stay alive. Unfortunately it seemed that unlike the face hugger, this device was not designed to deactivate once it had made first impregnation and had only shut off once she had managed to remove it from the sleeping Claire. To her annoyance, its deactivation had somehow neutralised whatever was inside the vile, preventing her from discovering whatever it was that had been poisoning Claire. She could only hope that the effects would wear off now that the injector had been removed.

Compelled by interest, she never looked up from the gadget in her hands until she heard the faint rustle of movement above the fire's crackling song and immediately turned her attention across the camp to where she'd chained the sleeping Claire. Having not been interested in another fight after carrying the unconscious woman over her shoulder for what felt like miles, she'd taken advantage of her complacency to securely tie her to the landing gear of her plane. It may have been somewhat unconventional, but Alice liked it much better than the alternative and at least this way she didn't have to worry about her throat being slit while she slept.

There was a moment of tense anticipation as the infected woman's dozy eyes flickered open and Alice felt her heart flutter with delight when she thought she saw a spark of recognition light up her pale blue irises; but then it was lost in a flood of feral emotions and she began tugging at her chains with an urgent frenzy in a desperate bid to get free.

Alice watched her friend's struggles with a pitying gaze, wondering as she did what could have happened to her friend? What could turn a person as decisive and action orientated as Claire Redfield, into a wild savage; it shouldn't have been possible and yet her they were. She only hoped there was enough of who she used to be left to save.




Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 02



"Hey...Hey..." She finally said, "It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you." She tried to sound soothing however the sight of her seemed only to agitate the bound woman further and her struggles seemed only to intensify as Alice slowly lowered herself down to her captive's level.

Not wanting to agitate her delirious friend any more than she had to, Alice just smiled warmly as she waited for the woman to relax in her presence. It took some minute but eventually Claire began to relax and let her arms go slack in their bonds, but her eyes continued to burn furiously as she glared up at her jailor with obvious mistrust. Clearly she hadn't forgotten their earlier meeting but Alice refused to let it get her down a. s she directed her gaze towards the fresh set of puncture marks that adorned her friend's chest.

"Yea, look I'm sorry about that," Alice confessed, sincere in her apologies as the woman realised what she meant and turned down to look at the open wounds that had been left by the Scarab's anchoring talons. She had done what she could to treat the injuries but they had still reddened and were blistering painfully. "But I had to get this thing off of you and that was the only way."

Watching Claire's reaction with a scrutinizing eye, she brought the Scarab up into the light and held it out to her in offering. For a moment, the bound woman only looked blankly at the device, but then a spark of recognition lit up her eyes with fright and she began pulling at her bonds again in an ill thought out escape attempt. So she did recognise something.

"What is this? Who did this to you? Where are the others?" She asked, unable to keep the sense of urgency from her voice. Yet Claire only looked up at her blankly, there was no sign of recognition or even understanding as her eyes darted from Alice to the Scarab as she bore her teeth in a feral threat. It was as though she were a dog that had been backed into a corner by a pair of thugs and was now preparing to defend itself. "Do you even know who I am?" There was no response, only a malevolent stare that made Alice glad looks could not kill and in resignation she decided it was time to go to plan B.

Rising to her full height, she put the scarab somewhere out of sight before climbing up into the cockpit of her plane and retrieving a bottle of water and a handful of paper tissues. Claire watched her mistrustfully, not sure what to make of the strange items the woman had produced from her dirty brown bird so she just watched balefully as her captor soaked one of the tissues in water before leaning over her. She thrashed violently when the sodden fabric touched her skin, but Alice didn't relent and instead she began wiping away the mixture of blood and dirt that masked the face of the woman beneath.

It required a lot of patents on Alice's part but after a few moments, Claire's struggles ceased and she felt a great surge of elation at the realisation that her plan was working.

"My name is Alice," She said, in an almost offhand fashion while dabbing at a particularly stubborn mark across her friend's brow. "We meet in the Nevada desert eighteen months ago. You were the leader of a convoy of survivors searching for a safe haven and you came here by Helicopter when we heard radio messages about a place called Arcadia." Using a dry tissue to quickly add the finishing touches, she couldn't help quirking her eye brow as she took in the startling transformation that had taken place before her with just a few pieces of cloth and some water.

Not wanting to undo the vital progress she'd just made with more questions, Claire forwent the interrogation and discarded the soiled fabrics before taking a swig from the bottle of water. Taking one last look at her captive, Alice was surprised to see an almost look in Claire's eyes. Quickly realising what she wanted, she held the bottle to her friend's lips and tilted it slightly so that she could drink.

"Well, at least we're making progress."

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After the frozen veldts and howling winds of Alaska, the western coasts of Canada were a godsend for Alice. The skies were heavy with grey, rain laden clouds and the waters battered the spectacular coastline with violent swells of white surf, but at least it wasn't quite so cold.

Soaring as low as they were over the roaring waters of the Pacific, she was content after a turbulent morning to just watch the white capped swells of dark water crash against the brilliantly carved cliff faces that rose almost 100metres above the rolling costal depths. Indeed, this was the first part of her day that had gone according to plan.

Waking before dawn, she had hoped to of taken flight at sunrise but a quick inspection of revealed that under the new circumstances, they'd have run out of fuel before they even reached the boundaries of Sitka. In desperation, she'd spent the following hours scavenging the graveyard and siphoning off all the good grade fuel she could find until the tanks were full and only then could they finally could take off. After that had followed a bitter hour of battling ferocious winds as they flew above the Alaskan Gulf and its encircling coastline.

For what it was worth, she seemed to be making good time, already they had ventured into Canadian airspace and she had high hopes to be verging on what remained of California before nightfall. However the day was drawing on and with the surrounding storm clouds promising trouble ahead, she decided to take advantage of this brief moment of clarity to update her flight log and she turned her sights on the mounted camera.

"May 4th, 12.00 Hours. Now plotting a course via Prince Rupert and British Columbia down to Vancouver and then, if our luck holds, Seattle. After that, it's on to San Francisco and the rest of the western seaboard." Glancing back over her shoulder, she looked to the rear of the cabin and was unsurprised to find Claire where she had left her, jammed between two fuel tanks in the rear of the cabin. Her hands were still securely tied but after the late night wash and a changing those rags for a set of clothes that Alice had found while rummaging through some of the cars for anything they could use, she was starting to look more like the Claire Redfield she remembered. "My passenger is still as talkative as ever. She seems to be making progress but seems has no idea who I am. Whatever that thing attached to her chest was; it has completely wiped her memory. She doesn't remember who did this to her or what became of Kmart and the others. I only hope that the effects are not permanent." She ended the log entry without another word.

With her attention torn between watching the gathering storm clouds on the horizon and monitoring the control panel, the day seemed to pass by in moments and it wasn't long before Alice was searching the landscape for a place to land. By her calculations they were flying along a stretch of coastline that was somewhere along the border where the counties of Ventura and Los Angeles meet.

She knew it would only be a short flight to the greater city area of Los Angeles, an easy enough place to find a landing spot, but the storm clouds had been growing steadily worse and she couldn't risk going any further before night fall. Landing a plane in bad weather was one thing, but landing it in the middle of the night with no landing lights to guide her was another.

Pulling the stick around, she turned the craft inland and the roaring grey seas quickly vanished beneath the rolling hills of the Santa Monica Mountains as she searched for a landing site that wouldn't prove fitting for the term, suicidal. Unfortunately, while the Santa Monica range might not have been the tallest of southern California's mountain ranges, it was far from a barren plane. Stretching from the Channel Islands to over forty miles inland, the rocky peaks were more ancient than the European colonials and had formed a vast network of treacherous canyons and sedimentary outgrowths that threatened the destruction of any aircraft daring to land nearby. To that end, after twenty minutes circling the snaring peaks, Alice had never seen a more welcome site than the U.S. Route 101.

Stretching across the dusty landscape like a great grey serpent, the 101 was the only carriageway in California that spanned the entire length of the state's shoreline, reaching all the way from its northern coast down to the Greater Los Angeles Are, and conveniently cut straight through the Santa Monica Mountains. Smiling gratefully as she flew over the abandoned stretch of roadway and spotted a petrol station, she banked the plane hard and brought it around in preparation to land; her heart racing with terrified excitement as she aligned the aircraft with the road before taking it down.

"Hold on!" She yelled at Claire one moment before a violent jerk almost threw them both from their seats. Started, Claire lurched forward and hugged the back of the pilot's chair in fright as the plane touched down in the centre of the 101. Fighting to remain in control, Alice felt her teeth grating as the craft jarred and bounced thrice over the sun dried tarmac before setting down and beginning to slow.

Letting out a breath she hadn't known she was holding, Alice killed the engine and waited for it to roll to a stop before unbuckling her chair's harnesses and pushing the canopy back. Compared to the biting chill of Alaska, stepping out into the Southern California air should have been much like walking into an oven, yet there was an unseasonal chill on the wind that made her feel uneasy. A storm was defiantly coming.

Fortunately, a curious quirk in fate had allowed them to roll to the mouth of the service stations driveway so they needn't worry about finding shelter. Jumping out of the cockpit on onto the wing, she turned to find her passenger still clutching the seat in a death grip, obviously not as pleased with the landing as she was. It would take a lot of coaxing to get Claire back into the plane in the morning.

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The storm had arrived just before sun down. Thick grey thunderclouds that darkened the sky with an impenetrable canopy as heavy torrents of rain drenched the Santa Monica Mountains and screaming gales howled like Banshees. Safe and dry within the petrol station however, Alice could allow herself to relax. The doors were locked tight and she had set up a perimeter wire that encircled the station's boundaries, nothing was going to come near the site without her knowing about it.

Leaning back in one of the chairs that she'd found hidden in the station's back room, Alice tried to ignore the hate filled stare that her companion was shooting at her and instead sought to lose herself mentally in the merrily crackling fire she had ignited within a rubbish bin. Much to Claire's contempt, she had used the pretence of making a fire to once again try and connect with her memory challenged friend, but she may as well have talked to the wall for all the good it did. Now all she did was watch her closely and with no small hint of malice, having rejected the back room's second seat she sat cross legged on the floor with her hands still bound. A bottle of water was resting by her feet, but she would only drink from it when she was sure Alice wasn't watching.

Tired and still aching from her confrontation with the bear the day before, she felt herself sinking into a state of sleep as she listened to the merry crackling of the fire and the rhythmic patter of rain hitting the petrol station's roof. It was getting harder to think, harder to keep her eyes open as she watched the flames lick and dance in the low light. Darkness descended and she felt all her cares and woes leaving her and everything seemed so peaceful that she wished it could stay that way forever. She lay there for hours, carefree and blissful until she heard the ringing song of the bells she'd hung on the perimeter wire sing out.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head and she bolted upright, her concealed pistols already in hand and drawn. Her stomach tightened when she saw them, dozens, no hundreds, of infected, all crowding around the opposite side of her fire. There were so many, she didn't have enough bullets to kill them all, and without even the wall of glass to defend her, she would only have time to kill a couple before they would descend upon her. But how had they have gotten in? She had been so careful, what could have gone so terribly wrong?

A pair of figures stepped out of the crowd and came around the campfire to stand before her, making Alice gasp with shock as she saw just who they were. The taller of the pair was Claire, her hands unbound with the feral madness burning bright within her eyes' pale blue light. On her left stood K-Mart, just as young and beautiful as Alice remembered.

"Oh...My God...K-Mart what are you doing here?" Alice asked, lowering the guns as her terror became momentarily forgotten in a shock of delight at the girl's miraculous appearance. Then the moment was shattered as before her very eyes, the pair's skin drew tight across their bone structure and the light of life vanished from their eyes. They were infected with the T-virus. Knowing what she had to do, Alice made to raise the guns, only her hands wouldn't move so Claire came forward, pouncing on her like a tigress ambushing a deer, and they both went tumbling back onto the chair's embrace...

Alice woke with a start, her heart racing as she looked up at the station's dirt smeared ceiling and realised it had all been just a bad dream. With a guttural moan of displeasure, she made to sit up; only her arms were trapped beneath an enormous pressure and wouldn't move. Confused, she looked down to find Claire Redfield crouched over her with a wild eyed look that was reminiscent of the one she'd held back at the airfield. She was using her knees to block her arms at her side, rendering Alice powerless as she leant forward...

...and seized her lips in a devouring kiss.

As fierce and demanding as its instigator, the kiss stole Alice's breath away. Trapped beneath her former captive, she could neither protest nor escape and was forced to just endure the embrace with mixed feelings of brooding horror and distrust. Yet Claire took advantage of her surprise by sweeping her tongue past the barrier of her lips and feasting on her mouth's heated cavern.

The embrace was anything but gentle and Claire eagerly pinned Alice against the chair, pushing her willowy form against her in as rush of primal passion as her tongue eagerly ran along her victim's teeth and the roof of her mouth, seeking out her tongue. Despite her reservations, Alice couldn't help admiring how soft Claire's lips felt against her own and her toes curled as a flood of wicked sensations ran hot and molten down the length of her spine when their muscles became intertwined.

Never in her life had Alice Abernathy ever experienced such passion. It was like an inferno that had been sent alight inside her, ravenous and unquenchable, it swept up everything in its path and left her swimming in a pool of exquisite ecstasy. Her protests vanished the moment their tongues touched and it suddenly didn't matter that she wasn't a lesbian, she only wanted to feel more of the intense sensations the kiss sent dancing along her nerves. And it was in that moment, years of pent up desire exploded to the surface.

Although she was relatively sure she had no romantic attraction to the other women, the heat that Claire was stirring in Alice's loins made it hard for her to care as, growing tired of just being on the receiving end, she slid her leg between those of the ravenous blonde. She could feel the heat of her friend's desire as her thigh pressed against the other woman's covered core and couldn't resist rubbing it, grating her strong, denim clad limb against the warmth in a back and forth motion that actually made Redfield purr against her lips.

Not to be outdone so easily by so simple a gesture however, Claire snaked her hands down between their bodies to push open the flier's jacket and reveal the dark tank top Alice wore underneath. Feeling the swells of her prey's bosom beneath her fingers, she reluctantly ended the kiss and drew back just enough to admire the way the cotton garment was stretched across the gorgeous woman's torso, struggling to contain her heavy breasts within without the aid of a bra.

Alice involuntary whimpered in protest at the loss of contact but that quickly turned into a surprised gasp as her top was suddenly pushed up to expose the pale skin of toned midriff. She shivered as the chilled night air touched her, its icy caresses causing goose bumps to spread across her milky skin as her assailant forced her bunched-up top over and past her cleavage.

Still rolling her hips against the other woman's leg, Claire stared down at the objects of her primal desire with unmasked hunger. Perfectly rounded with a milky white completion that was accentuated wonderfully by her pert and rosy nipples, Alice's breasts were works of perfection and as natural as they were beautiful. With this feast laid out before her, the temptation to taste one of the full orbs was too great for Claire to resist and she eagerly leaned forward to satisfy her hunger before it consumed her entirely.

"Oh Fuck!" Alice gasped as the sensation of Claire's mouth on her breast sent a foreign jolt of pleasure rippling along her nerves and down to her burning sex. It was strange to feel another woman's lips on her skin, strange but also wonderful and her whole body shuddered with delight when she felt her friend's hot breath wash over her nipples.

Grinning wickedly as she watched her prey's eyes almost roll back in pleasure, Claire leaned down and trailed her tongue around the nipple of the woman's right breast, tracing deliciously slow circles around the aroused pebble before taking it into the hot cavern of her mouth. Letting her hunger be her guide, she wantonly sucked and licked the hardened nub before gently catching it between her teeth and tugging it gently.

Alice gasped and moaned at the surprisingly pleasurable feeling of Redfield's tongue teasing the tip of her captured breast one last time before she suddenly released her painfully hard teat and switched to its neglected twin; repeating her ministrations eagerly. Against her sexually tantalised flesh, Claire's mouth felt deliciously hot and she relished in the feelings the other woman's touch sent shooting through her breasts. It was maddening and so terrifyingly wonderful that she began to dread what might happen if she let this continue. If Claire's mouth could feel so tantalising on her breast, how much pleasure could it bring her when she moved down to that place which just ached to be touched?

The suspense was maddening and some small part of her agitation must have shown as it wasn't long before she felt feather light digits rolling down the flat of stomach, tickling her senses and making her shiver with delight as they circled her belly bottom. They unfastened the bindings of her jeans in an instant and before she could utter a word of protest, had slip beneath the waistline of her underwear to find the core of her desire.

Rotating her attentions between the two glistening orbs while wantonly grinding her covered sex against the other woman's thigh, Claire felt a primal sense of pride swelling inside of her as she felt how wet her attentions had made her lover become. Eager to continue, she teasingly traced the soft folds of her lover's slick entrance before plunging both digits into the nectar coated channel.

Alice's mouth fell open in a silent cry of ecstasy as she felt the spindly digits penetrate her and her legs seemed to be acting of their own accord as they spread wider, accepting the appendages all the way to the knuckles. The Redfield's fingers flexed inside her, probing and teasing her inner walls and coaxing a wanton moan from her lips as she reflexively rolled her hips, trying to attain more of the blissful sensation.




Resident Evil Rebirth Ch. 02



It had been so long since she was last touched like this; Alice wasn't sure if what was happening was real or just some vivid fantasy conjured up by her deprived Neocortex. Her mind was fogged by lust yet at the same time her body felt as finely tuned as a razor's edge and she could feel every minimal movement her lover made across her skin, feeding the fire that burned through her loins with all the intensity of a forest blaze. If this was a dream, it was certainly the best she had ever had.

However, before she could truly give herself over to the heinous pleasure, Claire suddenly withdrew her fingers and ceased any attention to her breasts. Disturbed by the sudden feeling of emptiness, an enraged Abernathy looked down to find the primal beauty staring up at her, her pale blue eyes ablaze with an animal hunger as she brought one glistening digit to her lips and made a show of licking it clean. The sight was erotic that Alice thought she might actually climax just from watching it.

Claire moaned audibly as her lover's flavour danced across her taste buds. So rich but also satisfying, she thought the essence to be as intoxicating as chocolate and immediately wanted more than just that petty sample. Her appetite wetted, she didn't hesitate to push away from the other woman and move down to perch between her spread thighs. Curling her fingers under the open waistband, she took a firm hold on Alice's jeans and underwear and began to pull the garments down her hips. Abernathy never objected, in fact she immediately aided the blonde haired beauty by raising her hips off the seat and all she needed was one quick jerk to pull both garments down the woman's thighs and off her body.

Alice could feel her heart racing as the few garments covering her lower body were removed to leave her completely bare from the waist down. With bated breath, she watched as her lover gazed down at her most intimate of places and felt her stomach do rolls as she suddenly leant forward. In the back of her mind, she realised that her hands were no longer restricted but the prospect of escape no longer appealed to her and she waited for what was about to pass like a virginal bride on her wedding night.

She was not disappointed.

The first touch sent a shiver of delight shooting through her and she released a shaky breath as she felt the wet tip of Redfield's tongue brush against her clit. The contact was light and lasted for just a moment, but its aftershocks rocked her very being like the ripples of an earthquake and she trembled violently in its throws of divine ecstasy. Never had she thought sex with another woman could feel so good.

However Claire hadn't even started to go to work on the beauty yet. Breathing in the musky sent of Abernathy's arousal, she grabbed her lover's hips and pulled her forward until her bottom was resting on the edge of the seat. Then, all but trembling with a hunger that made her mouth water, she lurched forward and drove her tongue deep into her depths; eagerly exploring her soft folds and drinking in the taste of her arousal as if it was sweeter than honey.

Seized by the unexpected pleasure, Alice's eyes rolled closed and her back reflexively arched as a long moan sang from her parted lips. This was unbelievable, a page from the book of her most taboo fantasies brought to life. The delicious feeling of Claire's wicked tongue thrashing about inside of her was like nothing any man had ever stirred within her and she relished in the feel of it.

"Oh god...your tongue...it's so deep...more...more..." She moaned before suddenly tangling her fingers in the blonde's dishevelled locks as she lifted her hips and strived to pull her tighter against her pulsing pelvis.

From her position between the auburn haired beauty's thighs, Alice can only look up at her and smile inwardly; pleased with her reaction to no end. It was obvious even to those who were deaf, dumb and blind that Alice was enjoying herself, but Redfield wasn't done with her quite yet and began swirling her tongue around the hot depths mercilessly. Circling around, herbound hands quickly found the tight mounds of Alice's well-formed arse and she quickly used it to her advantage as twisting and turning, she ran her thick muscle around Abernathy's tight passage and drank in every drop of her dew.

Delighting the sensation of being invaded by another woman's tongue, Alice could almost feel her orgasm rising as the powerful muscle creased and lashed every part of her inner walls. She was so hot that there was a real danger of her melting from the pleasure Claire was conjuring within her and she held the dirty blond curls in a death grip as her assailant's villainous tongue delved deep into her centre. Unable to speak through the pleasure, she bucked against her lover's mouth, wantonly rolling her hips as her whole body writhed in the woman's grasp.

She was almost there, Claire could tell from the look on Abernathy's face that she was drawing close to the brink of an organism. The idea that she could bring such a reserved person as this Alice to such pleasurable peaks turned her on immensely and she attacked the auburn haired beauty's sweet spot with a fresh vigour; biting downs and gently sucking her delicate folds before abandoning them for a greater prize.

Displeased with her for ceasing her ministrations; Alice's thighs tightened, trying to trap her in place as she struggled desperately to force the other woman's mouth back down to its proper place. And for a moment it seemed to work, but then she felt Redfield's strong hand's force them open. Then a sudden shock of pleasure hit her as her counterpart's tongue brushed the folds of her entrance to attack her clit.

"Oh my GOD! Don't stop...don't stop!" She begged, rolling her eyes in sheer pleasure as she felt the other woman's lips wrapping around the tiny bud of her clitoris. There would be no mercy and white hot currents of pleasure swept through her as Redfield's lips gently toyed with her bundle of nerves before being replaced by nipping teeth. The pleasurable agony would then be soothed by her tongue, causing exquisite sensations to sweep through belly that made Alice moan out in delirium as she felt the pleasure from Claire's tongue, lips and teeth assaulting her most sensitive spot all at once. She thought it couldn't get any better, and then Claire pushed two of her fingers inside. "Ahhh! I'm so hot...oh god...oh Jesus...I can't control myself...Oh fuck me...fuck me!"

For all her physical strength and incorruptible will, Alice was completely unprepared for what was being done to her and the feeling of two of Redfield's long, supple fingers sliding inside her, twisting and curling as they moved into her warmth, while she sucked on her clit made her almost come undone. She was in heaven and waves of pleasure crashed into her like the screaming grey swells of the Bering as she concentrated every fibre of her being on the way her lover's curling digits explored her core's depths, stroking the velvety softness of her inner walls in search of that one sweet spot, while trying desperately to chart the patterns that wet tongue traced across her bud.

She spread her legs wider, surrendering completely and opening herself up to a deeper penetration that made her abandon her hold on the blonde's as she blindly grabbed for the chair's armrests; her knuckles already bone white as she thrashed against her lover's mouth. All the while Claire watched her display of passion with hungry eyes, memorising every detail of the beauty's pleasure taught features as she took the small bundle of nerves between her teeth.

It came upon her so fast, Alice never had time to utter a warning and her screams of pleasure mingled with the loud crack of splintering wood as, in the throes of white hot ecstasy, she ripped the armrests clear of the chair. Her legs encircled her lover's head, drawing her in close and refusing to let her go as a fresh barrage of sensations bombarded her with a molten intensity. Swept away in the pleasure of her release, the world around her seemed to melt away as she was thrown from that peak and immersed in a pit of sensations that made everything else she'd experienced this night pale and cold by comparison.

Claire watched Abernathy's release with a mixture of pride and joy and she happily drank in everything the auburn haired goddess had to give as she exploded against her lips. It was a beautiful thing; to behold another woman's climax was as to witness the Aurora Borealis and she savoured the moment as if it were just as glorious. It was difficult to breathe, pressed so tightly against the musky scented mound but she never fought to free herself and only moved away when she felt the embrace of the other woman's thighs come undone.

She stood up as Alice, suddenly as limp as wet straw, slumped back and slid out of the chair to lie on the dirty floor in a pool of post orgasmic bliss. For a brief moment, she was tempted to leave her like that, but the heat in her loins was making it hard for her to think beyond the realms of her own gratification and it suddenly dawned on her how turned on she had got from eating the other woman. She needed to climax, needed it the way other animals required food and if she didn't do so soon; there was a very real chance she would go insane from the need.

Exhausted beyond measure and still reeling from the mind blowing climax, Alice felt rather than saw Claire standing before her. Her vision was blurred and she struggled to bring things into focus as she looked up at where she knew the other woman was standing. She could just see her standing there as a pale assortment of shapes, her pale alabaster skin glowing bright against the darkening light of the dyeing fire, then her vision began to return. She was surprised to find Redfield standing over her; she was even more shocked to see the skilful way her loosely bound hands were working at the button of her jeans.

The garment fell away after a moment to lie at her feet and leave her standing there bare before Abernathy's eyes. She wanted to something, but words failed her as she saw the look of hunger that blazed so brightly within those blue orbs. The moment to act came and went and she did nothing too resist as her lover bent down and captured her lips in a devouring kiss. There was a strange flavour to the embrace, it was savoury but at the same time sweet, and it took her pleasure numbed brain a moment to realise that she could taste herself on the other woman's lips.

They laid there together on the floor, their bodies becoming intertwined as their tongues duel before Claire suddenly broke the kiss to straddle Alice's hips. There was no question about what she was planning and Abernathy allowed herself to be placed exactly where she wished her to be. Yet she felt an anxious breath catch in her throat when the space dividing their pussies dwindled down to mere centimetres and a long moan escaped her when Redfield suddenly ground her hips forward, pushing her slick sex against Alice's.

It was an odd sensation, but also a pleasant one and when their clits touched, a spark of delight shot through them both like lightning bolts. Wanting more, they did what felt the most natural and began to gently rub against each other. Pleasure quickly seized them however and they started to go faster, swinging their hips to a silent beat that made their pussies grind together and sent great waves of ecstasy washing over them both. Swept up in the feverous heat and passion of this gratifying fuck, they knew it wouldn't be long before they reached their peaks. Alice's body was still overly sensitised from her previous orgasm and Claire had grown so aroused from devouring the delicious morsel that it might only have taken a stray blow of air to pitch her into that sea of euphoria; there was no escape from the impending climax, all they could was still back and enjoy.

"Oh God! Yes...fuck me...fuck me harder..." Alice moaned, her back arching in delight as she felt the returning heat coursing through her belly.

Claire only moaned in response, her relapsing brain still too feral to form speech, but she didn't need to speak to understand and it was clear she understood well enough. Showing no mercy, she threw all her weight against the other girl and ground her sex hard against hers. Moaning with feverish passion, Alice just managed to keep up and together they writhed in ecstasy as they worked to ascend to the Olympian peaks of pleasure.

"Ohhh.... fuck yes....I'm...I'm getting close.....just a little...a little more...yes...yes..." Abernathy cried out, her head shaking back and forth as a wash of sheer pleasure wracked her body. She was getting close, so close that every minimal movement against her clit caused her to shiver and gasp as all too quickly she felt herself hanging on that delicious edge once again. Claire was right behind her, grunting in pleasure as her bound hands clutching the pale skin of Alice's inner thigh with a white knuckle grip while every roll of her hips pushing her closer and closer to that sweet oblivion.

Then suddenly she was there and Alice could only watch on in rapture as Redfield titled her head back and screamed a rich moan. Her lithe form began to shack, jerking wildly against her in a fit of passion that in turn threw her over the edge. They came simultaneously, crying out their pleasure as their orgasms exploded and a wash of white hot ecstasy rushed through their bodies.

The Storm had passed, the heavy sheet of rain now nothing more than a light drizzle; but neither Claire nor Alice could care as exhausted beyond measure; they clung together on the service station floor with nothing but their shared body heat for warmth. Half asleep, they listened to the light cracks of the dyeing fire until it lulled them into an easy sleep.



Resident Evil: Where's Wesker?



The Video Gamer's Sex Stories Volume 3 - Resident Evil - Where's Wesker?

 "Yes, I'm here to see Albert Wesker, please." the pretty redhead said, approaching the front desk.

 The secretary was quiet for some time, not even glancing up at the waiting girl. "Take this pass." she finally mumbled, making no secret of her disinterest. Sliding a blue idetification card across the counter, he continued on. "Go through the door on your right and keep going around the building. Once you reach the stairs, go up and take it to the end of the hallway. The STARS office is right there. You can't miss it."

 "Thank you." the girl replied, quickly swiping her pass. She walked briskly across the main hallway and into the aforementioned door. "This is so exciting!" she thought, hardly able to stand the anticipation.

 Rebecca Chambers had been a member of her local police department for only a year when she found herself the center of attention, holding a promotion to the prestigious STARS special forces in nearby Raccoon City. Her fellow female officers of course, had a pretty good idea why such an inexperienced girl was being called to such a demanding position, but Rebecca refused to listen to them. She was quite naive, thinking it was her commitment to duty and hard work that had earned her the position.

***

 "So, there's nothing more to do today?" asked Chris Redfield.

 Wesker smiled from across his desk. "One of the Umbrella research facilities is complaining about someone sabotaging their equipment, but it's too late to do anything about that until next week."

 "Do you mind if we..." Chris replied quickly.

 "Go home early?" finished Wesker. He laughed loudly. "Sure you can." He waved his arm in front of him, dismissing his subordinate. Chris immediately started for the door, eager to get a headstart on his weekend. "But I wouldn't recommend it..." trailed Wesker.

 "What do you mean?" queried the other officer.

 "I have someone coming." he continued. "A new trainee. FRESH." He said that last word with a tone that make Chris' ears perk up.

 "On a Friday afternoon?" Chris asked incredulously.

 "I wanted to... break her in." Wesker snickered. "Before the week starts." Chris smiled at the joke.

 Sensing his partner warming to the conversation, Wesker continued on. "Well, she's got these great tits," he said, approximating the size on his own chest. "And her lips... God... what I wouldn't give..." Chris' eyes widened at the mental picture his boss was painting.

 "So when does she get here?" The younger officer blurted out, his excitement showing.

 "Oh..." Wesker sighed, checking his watch. "It shouldn't be long now." As if his words were prophetic, a low knock rattled the door that led to the hallway. "Come in," Wesker announced in a very suave voice.

 The familiar sound of the card reader granting access echoed through the old, wooden room. The door opened with a creak, and Chris got his first glance at the young woman he'd been thinking about for the past five minutes. Her dark red hair was tied with a green ribbon in a neat ponytail behind her head. Further down, he was disappointed to see she was wearing a white tank top over her green jumpsuit. The double layer of clothing clearly muffled the display of what was very obviously an amazing rack.

 Without the slightest hint of what she was doing to these poor boys, Rebecca sauntered over to the desk, swaying her hips unconsciously as a nervous reflex. Chris noticed. As this was a casual report, he had been sitting in Wesker's desk while the two were talking. Now, he was struggling to remain in a seated position while he stared transfixed at this wondrous beauty.

 Rebecca, however, was focusing solely on her new boss, trying her hardest to maintain a professiona air. Extending a hand across the desk, she greeted him with a warm smile. "Hi!" she said jovially. "I'm Rebecca. Rebecca Chambers."

 "Nice to have you aboard," Wesker said charmingly. Rebecca emitted a tiny squeak, and the three STARS members all chuckled in unison.

 "Sorry sir," Rebecca apologized. "I'm just so excited that I'll be working here."

 "Nothing to worry about, dear." replied Wesker in a soothing tone. "In fact, we have a little ceremony to kind of calm you down a bit. Make you part of the team."

 "Oh?" inquired Rebecca, wondering what sort of initiation she was going to have to endure.

 "Yeah Wes," added Chris, suddenly becoming more informal. "What do you mean?"

 Leaning over, Wesker jabbed Chris quickly in the ribs, flashing an uneasy grin to Rebecca so he didn't seem crazy. "You know..." growled Wesker through clenched teeth. Getting the idea, Chris quickly muttered approval and nodded furiously.

 "So what do I have to do?" interrupted Rebecca with a puzzled look.

 Wesker's expression changed immediately to one of happiness. "Have a drink!" he cried out, reaching into his bottom drawer and pulling out an opened bottle of whiskey. Chris' stunned reaction went unnoticed by the others.

 Rebecca stood on in shock and her boss procured three large glasses and set them in front of the group. In a flash, he spun the cap off the bottle, letting it sail across the room and land in a pile of paperwork. His agile hands whisked the brown liquid into all three glasses, with only a tiny bit in Rebecca's. Just as quickly, the bottle was back on the table, with not a drop spilled.

 "Bottoms up!" smiled Wesker as he toasted to the air before swallowing the contents of his glass.

 Chris, meanwhile, was still staring at his own. "Jesus!" he thought, eyeing the glass. "That's a regular glass. There's gotta be at least three shots worth in there!" Wesker looked at him insistently as he pondered what he was about to do. "Fuck it." he reasoned. "If he wants me to drink, then hell. That's exactly what I'll do." Nearly choking from the amount of alcohol, he managed to down all of it before slamming his glass down in a motion of triumph.

 Meanwhile, Rebecca was looking on in trepidation. She'd always stayed away from alcohol for fear of doing something she might regret lest she indulge too much. She desperately wanted to fit in quickly for this new position, and would feel rude turning down Wesker's offer. "Besides..." she thought. "They only gave me a little bit. As long as I don't overdo it, everything will be allright."

 Putting the glass to her lips, she slowly let the bitter fluid flow into her mouth. Instantly, her body rejected the harsh taste and she ejected it all, spilling the whiskey all over her shirt.  Wesker laughed playfully at the sight. "Your first taste, huh?" he commented, standing up. Rebecca stood there, too embarassed to move. She didn't even notice Wesker's lame excuse to cop as feel as he brushed the spreading stain on her shirt. "Now you're all wet." he added. "You should take that shirt off before you catch a cold." Without thinking, Rebecca complied, her mind blurred half from the taste in her mouth and half from the shock of what just happened. Stretching the loose garment over her head, she let it drop limply on the desk.   Although her green jumpsuit was quite thick, both Wesker and Chirs were now getting a clear view of her bountiful chest. It was all Wesker could do to prevent himself from stripping off her clothes right then and giving it to her hard on floor. Sitting down again, he patted his groin. "Patience..." he thought to himself.

 To get everyone moving again, Wesker quickly refilled everyone's glass, with a little twist. This time, Rebecca's glass was raised to the brim, while the men only got a drop in their own. Eager to make up for her previous clutziness, Rebecca steeled herself and chugged the entire drink down. Grinning broadly, she slammed her glass down just as Chris did, now quite buzzed. The other officers quickly smallowed their meager servings and smiled.

***

 Time passed, with the trio law enforcement swapping stories while Wesker fed his new recruit a steady supply of alcohol. It wasn't long before the petite girl was swaying precariously in front of them, waving her glass in the air as she continued her story.

 "So there I was," she slurred. "TOTALLY naked. And I had my baton... down there, you know? Because sometimes you just need to let off a little bit, right"

 "It's only natural." replied Wesker. "But please, continue."

 "Yeah yeah yeah," she interrupted. "And my Lieutenant comes in. But he wasn't mad or anything. He just smiled and closed the door. At first I tried to cover myself up, but he told me not to. Said if I was going to tease him like that, I had to help him out. I was real scared when he unzipped his pants, but it wasn't that bad really."

 "You gave him a blowjob?" interjected Chris.

 "Oh, the best!" exclaimed Rebecca. "I tried really hard to make it good."

 "Did you... swallow?" asked Wesker intently, hoping to hear the right answer.

 "I would've," she replied nonchalantly. "but he just wanted to shoot it over my face." She laughed for a moment. "I had to go through his secret back door to get to the female showers so no one would see me wash it off. That's odd, right? A door right from the Lieutenant's room to the showers?"

 "I think we'll all have to take a visit to her old precinct!" roared Chris, getting into the spirit. Wesker smiled throughfully, while Rebecca mimicked Chris, totally unsure of what was so funny, but compelled to do so nonetheless.

 "I worked hard after that," she continued. "Though not really 'official' police work. Everyone was always fucking me or getting me to suck them off. It was too much. The lieutenant had to limit everyone to one screw per day, but he always got the first and last one."

 "Geez." muttered Chris. "So how many times did you... do it?"

 Spinning back and forth on one foot, Rebecca thought about it. "At least twenty."

 "Per DAY?" Chris exclaimed, imagining this poor girl having to fulfill the sexual needs of an entire police department on a daily basis.

 "Yeah," she said with a devilish grin. "Something like that. Oh, they made me do everything. If it was a busy day and the guys all got off duty at the same time, sometimes I had to do three guys at once while the rest waited in line. Even some of the other girls got in on the action. And if the prisoners had money for the Lieutenant, I usually had to let them have me, too."

 "And you put up with all of this?" Wesker asked incredulously, not beleiving how deep this really ran. He knew when he bribed the chief at her old precinct to allow her to transfer here that she had a reputation, but nothing like this!

 "Well, yeah." Rebecca replied with a charming smile. "I felt it was the right thing to do. I was never really good at policework anyway, and all those big, strong men deserved it. Besides, I really like it..." Her voice trailed off as she lost herself in memories. 

 Suddenly, though, she felt very dizzy. Without realizing it, she had been talking so fast the reflex to breathe had completely slipped her mind! Raising her hand to her forehead, she started panting. In her confusion, she loosened the grip on her glass, which dropped to the floor with a brilliant shatter, spilling what little liquid remained onto the tile floor.

 As a tiger which had been waiting to pounce, Wesker stood up and darted around his desk, catching the redhead in his arms before she could collapse on the floor. He gently coaxed the girl into a lying down position on the desk, where she promptly let her dangling feet splay apart lewdly.

 Grinning widely, he turned to Chris, who was staring on in amazement. "It's time!" he cackled.

 "Oh no!" whispered Rebecca quietly, thinking out loud. "Are you going to do me now?"

 Looking away from her displayed assets, Wesker leaned in close to her. "We're going to do more than that, honey. We're going to fuck you until you explode!" A big smile on her face, she stared at the ceiling and moaned contentedly.

 A step ahead of his superior, Chris was already beginning to unzip the green jumpsuit that had been a thorn in their side for too long now. Wesker helped, lifting the prone girl up while Chris slid the material off from her feet, yanking her shoes and socks off in his earnest. Both of them could feel the hear emanating from her body that the thick, wollen fabric had accumulated. Her smooth, peach skin was coated with sweat, and shined in a most erotic way.

 But even as he stared at her delicate pink panties, knowing the thin garment was all that seperated her vagina from his gaze, doubt began gnawing at his mind. "Are you sure we should do this?" he asked, looking up at Wesker.

 The senior was already locked in a passionate kiss with Rebecca, whose arms were flailing wildly in confusion. He broke it off regretfully, sensing his partner's resolve failing. Reaching over, he slipped a hand into the girl's panties, his expert fingers finding their target quickly.

 Immediately the redhead arched her back as she felt indescribable pleasure wash through her. "Ah, ah, oh God!" she grunted, rasing her head to see what was happening to her. Her lips were red and puffy, no doubt from the exhaustive lock they'd just shared with Wesker's.

 The STARS leader ceased his ministrations, waiting for a response. As expected, Rebecca quickly protested. "No, please!" she begged. "Don't stop!" Grabbing his arm, she tried to force it back into her steamy quim, her big, green eyes pleading with him to keep going.

 Turning his attention back to her sweet lips, Wesker motioned behind him to Chris. "See, she loves it. Now go and knock yourself out." Unzipping his pants, he tilted her head to the side and shoved his member inside her mouth before she could react. Her eyes flashed wide open in surprise, reflexively trying to protest. Only a soft "Mmmph!" escaped her, though.

 Given the needed okay to proceed, Chris wasted no time in releiving this beauty of her panties, sliding them quickly off and tossing the damp clothing aside. Her pussy was truly a spectacular sight. It was surrounded by a thin frame of light red hair, proof she was a "true redhead." Moving in for a closer look, he could see her inner thighs quivering slightly from being exposed to the air. She was also nearly dripping from the magical, glistening center of her pink flower. Wesker had done his job getting her ready, and Chris was anxious to get started. Grabbing the desk with both hands, he steeled himself for the awesome fuck he was about to get. 

 Rebecca had felt the last barrier to her pussy slide off her legs, but she was powerless to resist even if she wanted to. Her head being turned so she could swallow Wesker's cock, it simply wasn't possible to see what was happening to her down below until it was too late. She felt the familiar tingle as her other pair of lips opened wide to delightedly accept another invading shaft. Her eyes fluttered briefly as Chris' member slowly made its way inside. When it was finally nestled as deep as it could go, she let out a deep moan, muffled by the penis thrusting repeatedly into her mouth.

 "Holy Shit!" panted Chris as he let Rebecca's smooth vise-like tunnel engulf him. She was still so tight and warm, it was hard to imagine so many cocks had been inside of her already. He thrust easily in and out in unison with her erotic moans, watching her puffy folds bulge outwards to accompany him. She was warming quickly to her surprise fuck, grinding her hips in earnest with his. She might have looked all sweet and innocent, but once her juices started flowing, there was no stopping her insatiable sexual hunger!

 He decided to indulge the prone maiden, and reached for the last remaining stitch of clothing the girl still wore. Her pink satin bra heaved mightily with her concealed breasts underneath, begging to release them into the world. Oblingling happily, Chris grabbed the small band between the cups and tugged quickly, snapping the delicate clasp. Sensing what Chris was doing, Rebecca lowered her arms briefly, allowing her lover to slide the now useless material off before it fell to the floor. Now that she had something to do with her idle hands, she let her fingers dive into her flesh, kneading the soft mounds with her palms while her fingers probed her sentitive nipples.

 Wesker eyed her bountiful breasts lustfully, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer. His eyes roamed over her pink nubs, dancing shamelessly as two cocks rocked their owner's body. "Better go for broke now and enjoy it..." he thought, reaching the young girl's red locks. He had long stopped any motion of his own, simply standing there while Rebecca strived her best to please him. Gently, he let his hands run through her hair, allowing her to become accustomed to his touch. Then, ever so slightly, he applied pressure to the back of her head, forcing more and more of himself into her.

 Frantically, Rebecca tried to slow down as she felt him enter her throat, but it was no use. Wesker was too strong for her, and soon she could feel her lips smacking the hilt on each suck as she deep throated him. The displeasure quickly passed as she got used to the feeling, and in no time she was back in full force, letting her tongue ripple along the invader's underside.

 Meanwhile, Chris was still happily pumping away inside her wet passage, the pink gash emitting a slight *squish* every time he slammed into her. The warmth generated by his pistoning was incredible, and he could feel himself ready to lose it. Wesker, as usual though, was a step ahead of him.

 With a mighty roar, he gripped Rebecca's head even harder as he came, insisting she keep going to the end. Her eyes wide as saucers, her throat worked desperately to swallow the immense load while she moaned from the fire in her pussy. Just as she felt her burning cheeks about to explode from the frantic face-fucking, Wesker pulled out, utterly spent. The quick respite was all she needed to redouble her strength, and while her boss stood there reeling from his orgasm, Rebecca tilted her head over and wrapper her lips around the tip of his penis for one final suck, cleaning him off and draining the last bit of his fluid. This final act of please was too much for Wesker's sensitive member, and he collapsed backward into a stack of papers, more content then he could remember being in a lone time.

 But Rebecca, however, was quite ready to continue her lovemaking session, for all that was merely a prelude to her own climax. She sat up, getting her first look at Chris' steady incursions into her love-starved vagina. "God, that looks sexy..." she thought, admiring the slick piston and it repeatedly entered her. "But it's not doing enough for me..."

 Realizing her lips were finally free to do something so pedestrian as to speak, she made use of them. "Can't you fuck me any harder?" she pled innocently, looking exactly the opposite as Chris' thrusts racked her body.

 "Ugh!" Chris grunted, speeding up the pace a little. "I'm going as fast as I can!"

 "Let me help you then," she whispered seductively. She lifted up her legs, wrapping them around her lover's lower back. Then, with each stroke, she pulled him into her hard, much to her own delight. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" she cried. "Oh yeah, that's much better! One hand had drifted from her soft mounds and was furiously fingering the small nub at the top of her inviting hole.

 Knewing he could last only a little longer, Chris had to go all out. Rebecca was too involved in her clit-rubbing to help, so he uncoupled her legs from behind him and raised them up so they were pointed at the ceiling, resting on his shoulders. Her tunnel was now at an ideal position for both of them, and he slammed into her as deep as physically possible, giving untold levels of ecstasy to his partner.

 Rebecca wailed at a banshee at Chris finally reached all the way inside her, writing eroticly as the pleasure built up. "Oh, that's it!" she moaned. "Keep going... I think I'm going to... come soon!"




Resident Evil: Where's Wesker?



A final grunt was Chris' response as he finally succumed to the feelings and let loose. After all his holding back, his orgasm flew like a torrent through his shaft, splattering widely all over Rebecca's insides, only to flow out seconds later to make room for him as he entered her again.

 Luckily, the warmness entering her was just what Rebecca needed to come herself. The sensations flared up surprisingly quick, astounding her with their ferocity. She lost all conscious though as her mouth gaped open, letting loose an ungodly amount of expletives and dirty utterances. Her crotch was pulsating wildly as she came, flooding her slippery canal with telltale juices.

 When it was all over, she looked down at her flushed body in amazement. "Oh, yeah..." she sighed, looking at Chris who was still embedded in her. "That was *really* good." She let her head drop back, lost in the afterglow.

 Chris slowly slid out of his mate, watching as her sticky fluids seeped out slowly, clinging to his softening cock and dripping onto the floor.

 "I think we have a keeper!" chimed Wesker from the corner.

 Rebecca and Chris could only smile at the anticipation of doing this each and every day from now on.