Mansions of Lust - Resident Evil...

[darkstalker]

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

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