[darkstalker]

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

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