Operation Raccoon City

[darkstalker]

this is a series of rapes based on the women from operation raccoon city. I'll be submitting them based on where in story they would happen, so hope you'll all enjoy!
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FOUR-EYES

Crrrrraaackt!
Christina, code name Four eyes, screams as the iron pipe crunches against the right side of her rib cage, throwing her across the room to land in a sprawled heap on the floor. “Go! Go! Go!” she hears the commander, known as Hunk, yell.
“No...” she moans, extending her arm towards the receding figures and curling back in on herself as her ribs protest. There have to be at least four that are broken, she thinks. Her short black hair sticks to her sweaty scalp, the steam in the air from the broken pipes making the room hotter. She can feel her pits becoming sweaty, itching against the protective insulation of her suit. She can hear the monster roar in the back, bellowing at the top of his lungs, beating his great pipe against a steel door that had fallen seconds after Hunk’s call for retreat. Too late for her. Trapping her with the monster.
A dread fills her body. “Have to get out of here,” she whispers. Slowly, she uncurls her body, trying to extend her arms and push herself up to her feet, drag herself at least. It is a slow and painful process while the thing bangs at the walls for a time before growing bored with the action.
Four eyes hears the heavy tread of his large deformed boots clanging on the floor and turns slowly, her heart racing. Above her stands what used to be the scientist, William Birkin, now an eight foot tall gargantuan being with one deformed arm nearly triple the size of a normal man’s, blistered and with exposed flesh, topping it off with an eye on the shoulder the size of her torso. The creature tightens its grip on the pipe and looks down at her with a dark glare. Four eyes holds her breath.
“Egg sack...” the thing mutters under its breath.
“What?!” she yells, her heart thundering in her chest. What could he mean by “egg sack.” She didn’t want to think about it, but as the thing which was Birkin, grips her throat and lifts her bodily, kicking into the air, she thinks she won’t have a choice in the matter.
The pipe whirs through the air, slamming between her legs with a whack. “Aaahhh!” she cries out, temporarily letting go of his thick arm to rub her tender thighs. No sooner has she done this then she is quickly back to holding his arm, finding herself choking in his grip.
“Spread your legs,” he hisses.
“What?!” she gasp.
He slams her against the wall, leaning close, fetid breath against her skin. “Spread... your... legs!” and the pipe slams against the wall to the right of her face, the metal sinking into the plaster of the wall with the blow.
She finds herself shivering as she slowly opens her legs wide. “P-please don’t hurt me,” she whispers to the thing. It gives her a dark smirk and unbuckles its pants letting its member spring forward. Her eyes widen in disbelief.
The thing is thick like the pipe and half the length. There’s no way she’d fit something like that in! She stares at the Birkin creature and shakes her head. “N-no... please....”
She finds tears running down her eyes, her breathing coming in short gasp through her mask. She feels something hard ram up her cunt and yells, struggling against Birkin’s grip as he grinds the pipe against her cunt lips. He grins, continuing to grind and push the pipe against her vaginal lips.
He leans close, running his long purpled tongue against her cheek. “Ready?” he whispers menacingly. She turns to stare at him, her eyes large and wide.
He pulls away from her and tosses the pipe aside, keeping a hold against her and grips the material around her hips. With one firm tug, he pulls away the harsh material from her hips, exposing her womanhood to the hot blistering air. She gasp, her legs crossing against each other.
Please, she begs the gods mentally. Not like this. If she has to go out at least don’t allow it to be like this. But the gods seem deaf to her pleas.
The Birkin creature takes her right leg in his free hand, turning her so her cunt lips are facing him, twitching like a second mouth, her face pressed against the wall, her leg lifted painfully almost against her head. The monster positions himself against her lips and she steadies herself, readying for the inevitable.
Her team had abandoned her. She is wounded, her ribs screaming and soon a monster will dislocate her pelvis. It’s all too horrid to take in, thinks the young Asian. Then he thrust into her.
The pain is so incredibly intense it takes her mind a moment to process it fully as her orifice is invaded and stretched impossibly wide to accommodate the monster pushing into its tight depths. But once it does register, she howls, her lungs emptying themselves of air and sucking in more only to release it as she screams.
Not only is the monster huge but he’d done nothing to ready her, if ready she could be. Her dry pussy protest vehemently against the intrusion as does everything else in her body.
For Birkin, the pleasure factor of this is incredible. Never has his member been so tightly held, her very squirming seeming to rub against his invincible member, stimulating him. He grunts and pulls her away from the wall, gripping both of her arms and pulling her down against his member so only a few inches are still sticking out of her tender womanhood.
She howls, not nearly as loud as before, her chest heaving and compacting quickly, body going through shudders. He bounces her against his manhood and she screams, her cries turning into wracked sobbing.
Yes, never has a woman been so tight around his member. But never has he been so big. Normally he’d never consider raping a woman but seeing her sprawled like this, his body demanding he implant eggs into other host, he figured why not have some enjoyment at the same time? And this Asian scum is quite lovely to look at. And deserving of his attentions.
It was her team who came into the lab and stole his samples! It was her team who shot him, littering him with bullets and leaving him to die, forcing him to inject a sample of G-virus in his own body to have a chance at survival! And now... look at him! A force of unstoppable nature. Enough to punish and torture any who deemed themselves worth his attention. Starting with this woman!
He turns her savagely on his crotch, feeling his erection seeming to grow as her body tightens around it. He grips the chest piece of her leather uniform and pulls down, enjoying how her tits wobble into view with the tearing of the suit. They are not as large as his wife’s, but they are still formidable.
Ah... Annette, he thinks. He’ll need to fuck her too. See how tight her body is. She’ll make a good host for the G-virus too. But first thing first.. The woman!
Her whole body is raging, screaming at her, but Four Eyes is helpless to do anything about it. It is taking her entire will to simply remain conscious and she wonders why she is even bothering with that? Her womb is screeching in agony and she is certain she has ruptured internal organs, not that it seems to matter to Birkin.
There is still a man within there, she can tell. But the wrong sort. The sort who takes great pleasure in the torment and torture of women for sexual purposes. She can see it in his eyes. He will not heed any plea for mercy she gives.
She tries to hold back her tears, keep her body from quivering as he leans her back, taking hold of her legs. The less sound she makes, the better. She should at least keep some of her dignity. Some...
“Aaaahhhh!!” she howls.
Birkin is taking no interest in a slow pace, instead pounding into her snatch with wild abandon. He hammers her body with enough force that even through her own screams she can hear his body slapping wetly against her own. He beats against her repeatedly, letting her upper body thrash around, head whipping back and forth as she tries to remove herself from his ravenous member. It does little good.
Birkin as if possessed, shoves into her again and again, ramming the bulbous head of his cock against her cervix, ripping her womb. It is soon too much for her. Her screams die away to the slapping of their bodies, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as her body goes limp, consciousness slipping from her. Birkin seems not to notice, continuing his rampant pace within her tight cunt lips.
It is several more heated minutes in her tight womb, his hips beating against hers, before he feels his own heat rise sufficiently and he arches his body back, sinking his fingers deep into the woman’s legs, leaving long gouges as his cum floods her insides while he lets out a tremendous roar that bounces off the walls. He holds her, feeling something in her loosen as his cum flows into her, his bulbous cock head pushing against her stomach. A grotesque outline of its shape etched against her belly, stretching it to near tearing.
Then it is over, the cry he made as he pushed his seed into her dying away, his member going limp against the insides of her swollen belly. He lets his grip on the woman loosen and lets her drop to the floor, the thick dregs of cum slipping from her hips as she slides off his body.
She hits the floor with a thud, her body twitching. Her chest rises and falls, her nipples erect and hard. So he knows she is still alive. Infected. With his seed.
He turns away, thinking he will leave her to the life forming within her, when he looks back toward her. Her body glistens with sweat and a reddish sheen of torn vessels beneath, her eyes fluttering. Her pussy lips shudder with sucking breaths, splurts of his cum drizzling out from it like a gaping wound.
He feels his member rising again and smiles. Maybe he has time for one more fuck...