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Old 02-03-2014, 01:16 AM   #1
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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...
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WILLOW

The hiss of the creature drains out in a low whine, the blood dripping on Willow. Hanging limp, the skinless monster’s arms fall to its side, useless, its head hanging down behind willow’s neck, foul breath against her skin. Willow grimaces, withdrawing the knife and moving aside, letting the monster fall to the floor with a thud.
“Alright,” she says, clicking on the speaker to her mike. “This floor is clear. I’m heading downstairs to clear out the remaining floors.”
“Roger,” says Dee ay, “be careful.”
She gives a smirk and clicks the mike off. Carolyn, code named willow, is known for her close hand to hand combat that she’s honed in her military profession. Though often used for translation to decode messages because of her Navajo heritage it is that close range fighting with men and monster alike that truly sets her apart from others. She may not be the looker Tweed or Party Girl are, but she likes to think she’d be better in a fight then either of the two.
She turns on the flashlight, scanning the room to the left of the hall looking over the stairs going another two floors down into pitch black. The third step is corroded and sunk in upon itself but everything else seems in order if dilapidated with signs of blood, like every other building in this god forsaken place. Complete with monsters. That was something she hadn’t counted on, these B.O.W.’s, but she’s known of demons her entire life. Having them manifest in reality is hardly a new step to her.
She walks down the stairs, slowly avoiding the third step. As her foot weighs on the fourth, there is a crack and her foot falls through. “Shit,” she hisses.
Her right leg is stuck, the rotten wood forming a type of tourniquet around her knee. She puts the knife to her lips and jerks at her leg, feeling the wood scraping at her open skin. Shit, she thinks. The only thing that could possibly make this situation worse is some B.O.W. trying to sneak up on her.
There is a hiss right in front of her and her heart stops. She grips the knife with her left hand, intending to attack the thing in shadow when a bony palm smacks her across the face. She falls back against the stairs with a thump, the wood base giving her spine a sharp sting that makes her arch her back.
Only too late does she realize she let go of her knife and it clatters down to the floor below. She leans over, her leg still caught in the wood brace and curses. How would she...
The creature leaps up on her, shoving her back, pressing her roughly against the stairs, both her wrist caught in pincer like hands. Her arms are stretched painfully over her head and she stares momentarily at the creature before her with a bulbous head, wiry hairs sticking out from an otherwise hairless skull with several multifaceted eyes that stare back at her with her own reflection.
Her heart races in her chest as it leans forward, mandibles opening and barbed tongue slowly drawing out, running over her cheek. She shakes her head, keeping quiet. There’s more chance of her escape if she remains still. It may leave her if she is silent, though with it gripping her as tight as it is, she finds that unlikely. But screaming would be the worst possible thing she can do. That would equal the monster rushing at her and tearing her throat out. All she has she thinks, is to count on one of her teammates coming in and blasting the thing from on top of her.
It chitters softly next to her ear, one pincered hand going up to her chest and pressing against her left breast, squeezing lightly. She lets out a low grunt.
It squeezes more tightly and she arches her neck, gritting her teeth. She can’t scream. Can’t scream....
She feels the other hand on her chest and then there is a jerking feel as her military jacket is pulled and torn open, the under shirt coming away with it, splitting like paper. It pulls at the strips slowly, in essence skinning her body. She is breathing rapidly, her breasts heaving up and down quickly, dark nipples erects at their ends. She tries to calm down. Any moment one of the men will come in blasting this freak away and she can find a jacket or something and chalk this up to a moment of embarrassment. That’s all.
But as she lays there the creature is pawing at her breasts, squeezing them with its pincers, crushing them and pulling, massaging. She grinds her teeth, the veins at her neck bulging, eyes squeezed shut.
If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear the thing was a pervert who wanted to fuck her. It rubs its naked head roughly against her tit flesh and then clamps its mouth down on her right breasts and pulls.
She shrieks. Her head is shoved down suddenly, a secondary smaller arm divided from the first pressing down on her mouth, cutting her scream short. Something jabs at her tit meat, going through her nipple and she feels a sharp burn rush through her body. A numbing feeling.
She stares wide eyed. Oh no. it’s too late now. No matter wether the guys come in or not, she’s infected now.
She whines against the thing’s pincer, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. Now she can only beg that the thing kills her quickly.
It pulls back from her, still hissing, chest vibrating and Willow sees something pushing out from its bony hips, a hairy, pink like phallus pushing outwards with a dripping head that quivers
rapidly like a hornet’s end. Her eyes widen. No, she thinks. This can’t be happening!
But she soon finds the creature gripping her pants’ zipper and then wrenching it open by the sides, effectively ripping her slacks to shreds. Her panties, which had managed to remain past the assault on her pants, are quickly torn away, leaving her labia bare and vulnerable to assault. She squirms beneath the thing, screaming against its pincers. No! She thinks. This can’t be happening! It can’t!
But her lower body is pinned by the monster, with her leg still gripped by the stair. Its weight sits against her leg and slowly, with its middle arms it spreads her pussy lips wide and draws near with its quivering phallus. She moans, tears streaming down her eyes. This can not be happening! Not only to die, but to be fucked by...
The thrust is as sudden as it is violent, shoving up to the hilt, spines jamming her vaginal walls, cutting her insides. She arches her back, howling against the pincer, the tears flowing.
Slowly, the thing begins to withdraw, its spines scraping against the inner walls of her vagina before slamming back in, making her wail once more, thrusting up her chest in a gross mockery of love making. Then the slow, agonizing with drawl of its phallus only to slam back in again with brutal force. Each time it beats against her hips so her lower body is twitching against its groin, the shaft buried to the hilt in her pussy.
It hisses against her face as it slowly withdraws once more before slamming into her, her back thudding against the stairwell. She squirms beneath it, her hips sticky with her body’s attempted lubrication and a coating of something else she does not want to think about.
After several minutes of this process the creature starts piston fucks her, having found a rhythm against her body. Its hips slap wetly against her own, slamming against her with abandon, the creature chittering with a musical tone as it continues to rut against her. It continues this for an undefined length of time, her body slick with sweat. Her vagina hugs the spiny phallus end, making each with drawl from her body excruciating as each blow comes back down, jack hammering into her womb, slamming down into the cervix. She bounces with each blow, sobbing openly now, all thoughts of her teammates, gone. Her only desire is for this nightmare to end.
But to her dismay, it continues. Her chest and stomach scrape against the hard chitinous torso of the creature, drool streaking down her face and hair, pincer forcing her mouth down and cutting into gums and cheeks, keeping her screams from being anything intelligible.
And then, it is over. The hot cum spills into her body, thick and wet, filling her womb and making her stomach feel nauseous. She arches her body, trying at the very least to pull away from the thing and escape its cum, but she is fully aware and well feels its seed inside her, filling her.
Soon it withdraws from her body, its member released from her depths with a sickly squelching noise. Her body twitches, the remains of semen squirting out with the spasms of her body.
The creature lifts her up, wrenching her leg from the wood, the old cider leaving gouges across her leg. It raises her, still holding her from her mouth and one pinned arm and leans forward, hissing, marveling at its prize, and Carolyn can only stare wide eyed. Her fighting spirit now and forever gone...
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Sienna, a.k.a. “Party Girl,” scans the room with her weapon, having taken the right path when Willow took the left. The room has a large gaping hole in the ceiling and is itself large and spacious. But besides that, it seems empty. She lowers her weapon, reaching for her mike to give the all clear when she sees something pass by in a blur, skittering across the floor. Quick footed and large.
She raises her weapon, cursing. “So much for the all clear,” she mutters under her breath.
She walks forward, keeping her gun trained on the shadows but unable to see much of anything in the darkness. Whatever it is has disappeared. She lowers her weapon again thinking perhaps the thing that ran past has moved into another room when she realizes something wet is running along the tops of her breasts, dipping into her shirt.
Slowly, she looks down at her chest to notice a long wet pink tendril pressing against her breasts, exploring them. She turns quickly, raising her rifle towards the thing up in the ceiling and fires.
Something jerks at her leg and her shot goes wide, the bullets going well to the right of the hideous thing’s head. What’s worse is as she got flipped her balance on her weapon slid away and her rifle clatters to the floor.
Party Girl writhes in the middle of the air, suspended by the tentacle like structures, trying to kick away. But both hold her firmly and she shrieks as she is brought up into the gaping wound in the ceiling with two skinned dogs looking down at her. Their lips are curled back from naked gums, teeth curved into sickles and a porous wound looking like a brain sticking out of each of their skulls. She sees all this briefly before she is pulled through the hole and hurled against the right hand wall.
She hits with a thud, banging her head sharply against the wall, opening a gash across her forehead. She rubs her head, moaning softly. “Shit. Gotta... get out ....”
But she is groggy, disoriented and her body feels weak as it tries to realign itself. Something wet runs its length over her wound like a dog’s tongue and she turns, eyes widening as she glares at the thing before her whose lips curl back in a snarl.
She is breathing sharply, inhaling short quick breathes, her nipples pressed hard against her top, considering what her next move will be when that choice is taken away from her.
The second mongrel leaps at her back, its claws ripping away at her buttocks, tearing material and padding away. A sharp nail runs a gash down her left butt cheek and she screams, intending to turn, when her head is slammed against the hard wood floor, a second pressing down against her right shoulder.
Of course, she realizes. Both animals are working in unison with one another. She never had a chance! She shuts her eyes, moaning softly, trying to think of Dee Ay and his warm kisses. Both had gotten close before this and now, she thinks, she’ll never see him again. Hopefully the end will be quick.
She doesn’t feel the thing ripping at her rear anymore so it must be preparing to tear into her actual body apart now as she feels the draft of wind going over her naked butt cheeks, briefly teasing her shivering cunt lips.
A tear runs down her cheek and she tries to bury her face into the floor. Please, she begs whatever god may hear her. Just make it quick.
What happens next surprises her. She feels something long and wet probe into her anal passage, slipping inside with ease. Feeling that thing writhing in her hips, exploring the insides of her body snaps what little resolve she has to maintain her composure.
Party girl screams.
The tongue rips out of her anus violently and it makes her scream more as the sharp pain spikes through her anal canal. The creatures shriek and growl above her. “Sienna!” Dee Ay’s voice sounds over the mike. “Where are you?!”
Before she can answer the one in front of her crawls across her shoulders and shoves something thick and hard into her screaming mouth. Party girl bangs her hands desperately against the floor, unable to properly breathe as the thing presses what feels like a penis deep into her mouth, pushing her head back. She feels sharp claws dig into the back of her head and claws at the floor, at the thing’s legs, at anything so that she can get some breathing room and expel the thick pungent organ from her mouth, but it doesn’t seem to do any good as it pushes that thing of itself against her cheek, feeling like it wants to push it out of her skull.
The thing holds her pressed against its hips, letting out a low rasp as she tries to kick out of its grasp. But for her struggles, her head is still held firm, the thing’s member pushing down into her throat, making her throat muscles constrict around it. She coughs spittle around the thing trying to breathe around its girth and finding great difficulty.
As distracted as she is she doesn’t fail to notice the weight suddenly leaning on top of her back or how nails begin to spread her butt cheeks apart. She whimpers against the thing clogging her mouth, tears trailing down her cheeks.
No! No! No! She thinks. Not like this!
She’d always expected people would try to rape her. Willingly at high end parties she’d given herself over sexually to vile men to use her so she could gather intel and get close to her target. But at least she’d still had a choice in the matter, as disgusting as it had felt in the end. But this? Here two monsters are forcing themselves on her and she is powerless to do anything against it.
The sharp pain in her back as her anal passage is stretched wide by the probing penis head only adds to her humiliation. She cries, trying to scream desperately against the member as the one behind her pushes into her sphincter, forcing its way slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Her anus widens painfully as the creature sinks deeper into her body causing incredible pain to her backside. Even shrieking around the member at her mouth, her body is given little voice. The pain is only made worse as she hears Dee Ay from the floor below, calling out to her, but she unable to answer because she is trapped between these two beasts.
As the thing has itself pressed deep into her, its balls touching her hips, it hisses, pulling out slowly only to slam back against her ass with brutal force. Her eyes go wide at the violence of it and then without preamble, the thing is pulling out and pistoning into her rear with eager joy. Her hips slap wetly against the thing, bouncing repeatedly as it beats her a tempo against her body with its thickened hard member.
The one at her mouth begins to pull and push at her, probing with its member against her tongue and throat. It has more difficulty finding a proper position against her lips, angled as she is, but repositioning itself to her right, leaning her head down to the side, it is able to lean her almost against the floor and begins thrusting into her mouth with the same brutality its compatriot uses on her anus. Only now her body is twisted between the two, making the pain she feels even worse. Not even able to writhe properly is she, positioned so awkwardly between the two.
She wishes to scream, tries to, but can not. Her hands barely tap at the floor as the things bang at her orifices, ripping at her body with their phallic members. She feels a mixture of saliva, bile and some blood in her mouth and wonders briefly if this is what her anus has going through it as well. Her back end feels on fire, the thing barely having passage inside her and yet steam rolling into her as if her anus were the open mouth of a spacious cave. She shudders against the duo, the one at her hips digging its nails into her pelvis as it beats her hips with a violent tempo.
“Alright,” says a voice in defeat from the room below. “She’s not here. Let’s head out.”
If she could, Party Girl would scream right now. Her rescuers are so near and yet so far and drawing further now and she can do nothing to alert them to her presence. It is all.. So... pathetic.
Soon she feels the thrusting becoming more savage and she swears she can hear the bones along her neck grinding, her body unable to take such violent attentions. She shuts her eyes, shuddering, unable to even moan any longer, her throat so sore. She simply waits for it. Death or their cumming. She doesn’t know any more and isn’t sure which she prefers.
It doesn’t take much longer before the things both cum into her body almost at once, their filthy cum filling her with hot fluids.
With their seeds unloading simultaneously into her body Party Girl finds a final energy from her body to scream anew as the cum clogs up her nose, making her fully unable to breathe. The thing at her face holds her tight, even the smell of its foul rotten body taken away from her by the seed sealing her nostrils shuts. It holds her against it, jerking twice more violently. She hears something crack, a sharp pain at the back of her neck and then the beast releases her, her head thumping against the floor.
She coughs violently, expelling the seed but finds herself numb. She can’t... move!
She stares at the creature and sobs. Its paralyzed her somehow and now she can’t move. A pain radiates down her neck and shoulders leaving her whole body numb. The one at her back turns her around, her arms spreading out against the floor limply.
It tears at the pants at her hips, removing what clothing there is from her pelvis and leans down, sniffing her vagina. She whimpers, feeling those nostrils snort against her sensitive lips, wet, hot saliva dripping on the folds.
The first at her head walks over to her again. She turns away, unable to even yell at the thing anymore. She feels as its tongue runs over her neck and down her chest, between the two luscious orbs and hears as it comes crawling closer. She sobs.
So this is how it ends? Paralyzed and used as the fuck toy of two monsters? How pathetic. If her mom could only see her now....
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The bullets riddle flesh and still the undead hordes keep coming. Michaela, code name “Bertha,” is sweating profusely beneath her mask but feels a great sense of pleasure in the separation of limb and organ from the body. Unfortunately, the undead zombies seem to have little sensation in regards to pain. With their nervous system as broken as it is, the appreciation she could otherwise feel for their misery in regards to the bullets ripping through their meat would be more appropriate.
Something tugs at her left arm and she turns, pushing the barrel of her rifle into the thing’s mouth. The bullet rips through the thing’s skull, splattering it’s brains outward onto the darkened concrete. “Das vi dana,” she whispers.
Strong arms wrap under her arms, lifting her body, the putrid head jerking forwards, trying to bite her left breast through the thick leather of her trench coat. She slams the butt of her gun down into its head, feeling a distinctive crunch and still the thing holds on. Again and again she slams the butt of her weapon down until the thing falls away, its face a mess of flesh and bone.
“Over there,” she hears commander Lupo say. “Don’t let him get away!”
She hears the boots of her teammates crunching up the pavement and moves to follow only to have something lunge at her legs and wear at her calf. She slams the butt of her gun down with brutal force, the skull of the thing crunching fully beneath the weapon. Its head splits open, body twitching. She has no time to savor the kill though.
More come. More grab at her trench coat, forcing her to rip the buttons open and discard it, unfortunately this also involves dropping her rifle. She turns up the parkway, pulling out a hand gun and fires towards the crowd. Though one or two stagger back, none fall away.
She can no longer hear her team and this worries her. Forced back by the undead and having lost the biggest garment to offer protection against their teeth, she runs down the dark parkway through the doors of the building, making her way down to the cellar, always with undead on her trail.
After several minutes she slams the steel door behind her, barring the door shut. The undead slam against the frame from the other side, sending ripples through it. She stumbles back, staring, breathing hard. Even if her team knows where she is, there is no way they can get to her. She is well and truly...
Something grabs her black sweater by the back, jerking it down roughly from her left shoulder. It is without hesitation the thing lunges and bites down on her collar. Lightning fast she turns her weapon and fires a shot. Blood splatters across her mask and exposed skin, the thing slumping down to the floor in a bloody heap.
She checks the chamber to her gun and curses. That was the final round. She unmask herself, dropping the mask to the floor and checks her wound, cursing once more. She’d known even before the bullet fired that the thing had broken skin. A circular incision lies around her neck region and shoulder. Only by quick reflex was she able to avoid getting a chunk of flesh ripped from her body.
Cursing, she reholsters her weapon and picks up her mask, slipping it back on and rebuckling it. She’d rather see what is coming for her in the dark as be surprised, even if it won’t last long. She at least needs to find a loaded weapon to end her own life if nothing else. Before she becomes one of.... these things.
After several minutes she has made it to a cell block of the police station. She is unsure how she managed to get here and leans back against the wall, her skin burning. All her clothes are sticking to her skin and her hair has come undone, sticking wetly to her forehead and brow. She unbuckles the mask and tosses it to the floor, letting it skitter past. It won’t be of use to her soon, her vision is already fogging up. Mind blurry. She lets herself sag against the wall, already hearing the slow shuffling crawl of a zombie on the other side of the wall.
She chuckles lightly and waits. She can’t seem to find a weapon and one of “those” things has already found her. Ironic. She supposes she will savor her own pain then. It is only fitting of course, after all the pain she has meted out. She shuts her eyes and awaits her fate.
The thing comes before her, standing. She can smell it, hear the low moan, but rather then lunging at her, it seems to be standing, indecisive.
She opens her eyes, irritated. “If you’re going to kill me then... Gwkk!”
The attack is sudden. Its phallus shoved down into the back of her throat, making her gag, hands clasping around her skull, gripping matts of hair as the thing forces its full member down her neck. She stares, wide eyed, trying to breathe around the thing as it pushes its member in deeper, trying to push itself past her air way.
She slaps at it weekly as it brings her lips within centimeters of its peeling hips then pulls back. She thinks she going to have a chance to breathe when it slams forward once more, shoving itself deep inside. This time it holds her against its hips and she beats her hands against its hips, letting out muffled screams as her nose is pressed against the rotten flesh. Then she is pulled back again, her mouth actually slipping off the thing.
She takes in deep gasp, sucking in mouthfuls of air, her lungs on fire. But before she can take her third, the thing is forcing its cock between her parted lips once more, shoving itself roughly against her throat. She feels her throat extend, trying to accommodate the monstrous invader and then pull out and push in, repeating the motion to her dismay.
She has tortured men and women to death in her laboratories, she thinks, but never had she forced the humiliation of a rape upon them. At least she’d left them with that dignity! She wonders what she could have done that the fates would be so cruel as to strip her of it?
Soon the thing is face fucking her, shoving against her lips and mouth at a rapid pace, slamming her skull against the wall. She feels her eyes rolling up in her head, her body unable to acclimate to the thing’s brutality. Her hands claw at its sides futilely, pulling away rotting skin and flesh, but nothing of worth to be able to pull it away permanently from her mouth.
In the end she stops fighting, simply digging her nails into its legs as it piston fucks her mouth, seemingly trying to shove itself through the roof of mouth into her skull. Saliva splashes messily from the sides of her lips and over chin onto her chest, mixed with burning bile. Still, it is nothing to dismay her violator.
She stops worrying herself about how extended her jaw feels or how her body burns richly, her eyes blurring, the light seeming so bright and stinging them. She feels it shoving against her cheek, the thing’s dick, stretching her gums and tender skin when she feels a hot sickly slime spill out.
Life returns to her temporarily as her nose is clogged with semen. She struggles against it as it holds her against its hips by her scalp, pressing her skull roughly against the back of the wall. Then it pulls away and she coughs, spitting cum and bile from her mouth, bending down to all fours.
Something grabs her by her hair, jerking her roughly. She lets out a groan and looks up at a second dull eyed creature staring down at her, then a third. And a fourth... and a fifth....
All of them looking down at her with slack jaws and stiffened cocks sticking out at attention. Michaela laughs sadly. Pain she could have dealt with, but this? This humiliation just feels too cruel. The gods must truly hate her...
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Marissa, a.k.a. “Tweed” scans the room with her light, flexing her fingers on her rifle, a trickle of sweat running down her brow. Both Party Girl and Willow have disappeared, and though Dee Ay gave an impression he may know were Party Girl disappeared, he is giving no impression of wanting to share that information. Well, fuck him, thinks Tweed throwing back her head snapping back her short hair. She scans the dirty gravel parkway for any sign of danger. She’ll do this on her own if she has to. Men or no men.
She wrinkles her nose at a strong pungent odor in the air. It smells of rotting wood and dead fungus. Not a corpse but no less pleasant for the smell.
In front of her just outside the field of light is a large hulking shape. She raises her rifle, running the light over it. It looks like a giant bent over cabbage with long tendrils the color of rotting moss. She lowers her weapon, lowering the light. If it isn’t reacting maybe she can walk past without being noticed.
She turns to leave when a hulking creature opens its mouth wide and screams with a shrill sound. She backs away, it taking her a moment to realize as she raises the rifle, that the spreading mouth is a set of petals opening bright red and that she’s left her back unguarded to the other creature.
The thing spits at her, a sharp pain digging into her collar bone, small spines sticking out from it. She tries to raise her rifle to aim and finds her arms falling to her sides, the gun clattering to the floor. She feels her jaw drooping, her legs and arms quivering. She is going numb all over. The quills must be some kind of toxin. Damn it!
As her legs fall away from under her, something hard and long catches her, her body falling limp in its limbs. Tendrils wrap tightly around her body, holding her. The one before her lumbers over in slow, steady paced steps, its legs thick as small trees, petals quivering.
She finds herself unable to scream, unable to cry out. She can’t send out a warning to her comrades to stay away or come fast to find her. She’d laugh if she were able. She wonders if something like this happened to the other two?
The tendrils of the two monsters play over her body. The one before her plays with her legs and pulls her towards it while the one behind keeps hold of her, propping her up against its limbs. It plays around her chest and over her neck, over her lips...
Then she finds a limb ending in a flower bulb pushing between her limp lips. The thing is almost too thick to fit properly in her mouth, but still it pushes in, forcing itself down into her throat sliding down her esophagus. She finds herself gagging around the limb, unable to shut her mouth against the intrusion. It pushes against her throat, her muscles contracting around it, then pulls out briefly, only to push in again. She whimpers around the thickened member, shutting her eyes.
The thing taste like rotten onions but it’s the size that is truly discomforting. It stretches her jaw incredibly wide and pushes down her throat going down. She finds herself having to breathe through her nose, drool and spit pooling around the edges of her lips and running down her chin, over her neck and down her chest.
So concentrated on the pain in her mouth is she, that she does not realize when the vines are pulling down her pants, probing her pussy lips with wilted petals. It isn’t until one of the bulbs pushes into her pussy that she notices, moaning against the one in her mouth. The one at her hips pushes deep into her body until it reaches her cervix and then keeps pushing, twisting around her vaginal opening.
Tweed squeezes her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain. Her eyes widen when another begins to push against the opening of her anus and then forces itself fully inside, shoving its length into her back. Only her position against the rotting plant keeps it from going deeper. It explores her sphincter, twisting inside, pushing against the skin and flesh inside. She shivers, the pain intense.
No sooner is this one inside her body then she finds another pressing into her vagina. Her arms snap out in a knee jerk reaction but already the second has pressed in, twirling in tandem with the first. They play inside her body, pushing in and out, banging against her sensitive vaginal walls, going deeper within her.
The things are slow and methodical in their fucking, but aggressive, pushing the boundaries to her openings to their full extent, her lips, sphincter and vaginal lips spread to their widest potential. Her hips scream in agony and her mouth rages, feeling like it’s going to unhinge itself. The rotting vegetative beasts ignore any protest from her body, instead continuing with their assault.
Slowly, her body is divested of its clothes, her jacket pulled away and shirt pushed up and torn, vines whipping at her tender skin when something becomes troublesome for the two beasts. Soon, she finds herself nearly naked on the floor, twisting between two monsters who fuck her holes ceaselessly. Her body drags and turns on the gravel, stabbing at her skin. The vines touch her skin, whipping her breasts, her belly or her open thighs, leaving harsh red marks across her body. Her body jerks in reaction, but nothing more.
The slow fucking with the lashing continues for what feels like an hour before the things finally cum, spraying her insides with a foul smelling seed. Thick and glue like, it clogs her orifices, making it difficult to breathe or shut her legs, her anus bubbling with a hardening liquid.
The vines pull away from her body, letting the cum dribble out from her openings. Her body is still numbed even after the hour long assault and she is left to watch out of the corner of her eye as the monsters waver before her, vines swinging back and forth across the floor. The creatures turn to one another, petals quivering and slapping against one another.
Slowly, they lower their tendrils and wrap them around her legs and arms, pulling her body and dragging her across the floor behind them as they continue down the dark path at their slow lumbering pace. The sting from the barbed quills does not recede and she can only watch helplessly as she is dragged away, her thoughts going to her teammates and wondering, why did they abandon her?
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Vector slams against the wall, his back crunching with a sickening sound too loud for Lupo’s ears. His body falls limp, head hanging to the side. Dead. The creature, monster... towers over the man, its flesh rotted with eye puckered over in a bulbous state, staples sealing the cranial opening closed. Reddish tendrils whip about from beneath its leather suit made up to look almost like some kinky bondage restraint, if said individuals were interested in making sexual advances towards some undead monster.
“Eat this, you shit!” she hears Beltway bellow from mere feet away behind the creature.
“No, you fool!” she yells. But it is too late. He has given away his position the monster, code named, nemesis, turns with a rapid backhand, slamming his fist into Beltway’s chest with a crunch echoing Vector’s. The large man flies back, skidding across the floor, hitting the barrels at the end of the room. “Shit. Shit,” she whispers, firing bullets at the back of the monster’s broad shoulders as it thunders towards Beltway.
She sees the large man lift his arm slowly, somehow still alive from the previous blow, though she knows all too well the Nemesis has crushed several of the man’s ribs. The armor he wears can prevent only so much. Her own ribs aren’t feeling that good after the T-103 had thrown her against the suburban not an hour earlier. But that must pale compared to Beltway who took the behemoth’s blow directly to his sternum.
The nemesis monster roars above the man and raises its boot over the prone body. “No! No! No!” she screams, firing into the thing’s back, when a bullet hits her left shoulder, sending her slamming back against the wall of oil canisters. Her body bangs loudly against the steel cans and she holds her shoulder, cursing, blood oozing from between fingers.
There is a squelching noise too loud to ignore, the flying of bullets having dampened to a near silence. She looks slowly towards the sight, seeing the nemesis lift its bloody boot covered in entrails and gore from Beltway’s open ribs. The boot thumps on the floor, splattering blood and bits of intestine onto the concrete.
Lupo leans back, putting a hand against her mask. Tears come unbidden to her eyes. Despite her otherwise cold nature, Karina is still a mother at heart, and her team are/ were like her children, thus she was code named Lupo, mother wolf. But slowly, one by one, in this cursed mission, each has disappeared. First Four eyes while retrieving the G-virus sample, then Bertha somewhere in the underground parkway and not seconds ago, Vector and now Beltway as well. This mission is a bust. It has all been a bust since they started.
Gritting her teeth, she makes a choice. “Spectre, abort mission. We’re leaving.”
“I have the target,” she hears Spectre say. “I’m taking it.”
“What?! No! Abort, damn you!”
She rises from the table, seeing Spectre’s chamaeleon camouflage reflecting against the yellow light of the fires in the garage. She sees him running up towards the creature, his movements almost silent, the monster fully unaware of his presence. Silently she whispers that he’ll make it and they can call this mission off. It is a failure regardless of Spectre’s success. But if he can make it out alive...
Before Spectre can take a step to leap at the monster’s back and inject the parasite, there is a short machine gun burst. The unmistakable splatter of red blood followed by Spectre’s thin body slumping to the floor, twitching, the canister with the plaga parasite rolling under a table. The monster turns, regarding the sight. It grunts and turns back towards her.
“Spectre...” she whispers.
Sucking in a breath, she runs. She hears the monster roar behind her, its rage palpable in the stifling hot air and then her world grows white hot. There is an explosion behind her as a bullet sparks against a canister and Lupo is leaping, landing on the floor with a hard thud as the fires wash over her in a fiery blast. The hot flames lick at her back, the sweat running down the cleavage of her breasts, thicker inside her mask. Slowly, pained, she gets up and looks back towards the fires, holding her dislocated right arm. At least... the thing is dead. As if that is any success at all. She grunts. She’ll need to make it out of the city somehow.. And then avoid Umbrella and its dogs. It won’t be easy. She’ll...
In her chiding she sees a form emerge from the fires and she curses herself for her complacency. It is heading towards her and Lupo does the only thing left to her. She turns tail and runs.

Her chest is heaving and legs and arms cramping. Lupo leans back against an abandoned vehicle and breathes in deep. It has been two hours since the attack on the Nemesis monster and it has been dogging her since. No matter what she tries, it is persistent in following her. She should have expected this.
Freed from Umbrella’s control the thing is relentless in pursuit of its would be slavers. And without a plaga parasite Lupo has no way to bring the thing to heel. “Damn it,” she curses. If this keeps up the thing will do Umbrella’s work for them. Of all the bad luck...
She’d managed to patch up her shoulder and realign her arm during the chase, but the thing had followed like a bad dream. Likely it had heard her scream when she set her arm back but she’d had no real alternative there. Still.. She wished she could lose the fucking shit somewhere. To go out like this... It really is the worst of luck.
She feels something rubbing between her legs and turns quickly, aiming her gun, hoping to catch it in its ungainly face. Unfortunately for her the tendril is just as quick and it has accomplices. Lupo finds her legs suddenly wrapped tight in a bind, throwing her off balance as she is pulled forwards, her knees slamming against the vehicle side, pushing her weapon aside. She stares and screams.
“Fucking bastard!” The thing is before her, glaring at her with its one good eye. She brings up her weapon one handed, unsteady. Too slow.
A tentacle whips out, wrapping around her wrist down to her elbow and twisting her arm sharply to the left, making her drop her weapon as it jerks her forward. A second tendril wraps around her neck, throttling her. Lupo grips it, feeling herself asphyxiated as she is dragged unceremoniously across the hood of the vehicle towards the waiting beast. It drags her across the floor and lifts her into the air, struggling and kicking.
She howls angrily, ashamed at her weakness and helplessness in the situation. The nemesis simply grins and stares up at her. Many years ago, the nemesis had been a man. Married to a woman who he had loved to abuse, especially anally. Unfortunately he’d gotten the bitch pregnant more then once and when the bawling children had gotten in the way of his love making to their mother, he’d beaten them for it. Unfortunately as well, he hadn’t taken his bitch seriously and she’d snapped his neck.
Then he’d found himself in Umbrella’s labs, being experimented on, tortured... turned into... this! An abomination. His mind had remained whole but his body had been outside his will. Until recently. Umbrella had sent goons to try and repair that. And they’d failed. It had taken him some time to realize “she” was part of this group. But now that he knows, he thinks, rather then kill her quick, he’ll get reacquainted with his dear estranged wife.
As she struggles in the air, her sweet derriere swinging before him, he thinks, she still looks so tight and trim. He’ll enjoy plundering her tight depths. And now, with his manhood even larger than before, it will really hurt her!
He jerks his trench coat open, popping the cable buckles holding it shut and lets his member swing forward. All fourteen inches of it! Almost as thick around as Karina’s shoulder, and it’s going to all go into her ass! What lovely sounds she’ll make.

Lupo squirms in her bonds. The tendrils of the monster have slipped beneath her leather uniform and trail beneath it, cupping her sensitive breasts and fondling them. She arches her back, writhing, feeling as the thing raises a massive hand and cups her ass. “You fucking pervert!” she yells.
A tentacle rips her head back so she is looking into the twisted eye of the thing before her. Its lips curl back from its gums a snarl comes from its throat. “Kariiiinaaa...” it growls.
“Wha-what?!” she stammers. How does this thing know her name?! It isn’t possible.
One of its hands moves beneath her top, cupping her breast and crushing her right nipple between forefinger and thumb. She winces from the pain. The thing seems to grin down at her and then she feels it jerking her top open, tearing leather and clothe so her breasts flops out. It pushes her down, mouth closing down on her breasts as it suckles and mauls the juicy orb.
“Gaaa-fuck!” she yells. Why won’t it just kill her? Why is it playing with her like this?
She doesn’t have long to ruminate on the possibilities of it before the tentacles flip her over, slamming her bodily on the ground, gravel and stone biting into her exposed breasts. Her shoulder cries out in pain from the earlier bullet injury but she bites back her voice, grunting. She doesn’t know what this thing’s intentions are, but the longer it keeps her alive, the better her chances for possibly escaping.
She cries out when she feels her legs spread open wide and yelps when she feels the thing probing her butt crack with its fingers. “What are you doing?!” she yells and then there is the tearing. The jerking of material as it is ripped away from her buttocks and legs. She finds herself whimpering, tears running down her eyes.
She is about to be raped. That is what she is feeling at her back, the preparations of the thing, and she is helpless to stop it. She struggles against the tentacles, letting out a scream that comes out like a whine. The creature seems to chuckle behind her and she lays her head down, sobbing.
She feels as it aligns its cock to her opening and is surprised it isn’t touching her vagina. Then it dawns on her where it is headed and she screams, trying to move, but her legs are held firm and the thing is pushing against her puckered asshole. The pain as it begins to force its way in is enormous.
Unlubricated, large and thick, the thing pushes its way slowly, the creature’s fingers helping spread her anus wide first and then using its own weight to go in. Lupo finds herself at a loss for words, the thing pressing itself down on her, centimeter by excruciating centimeter. When the head is inside it lets itself fall on her and she howls.
Her back arches, her buttocks instantly squeezing around the invading member, unwittingly tightening its hold on the monstrosity. The thing grabs her beneath the chin, holding her head back and pulls out slowly, then comes down with a thud. “Aaaauuugh!” she yells.
It pulls out part way then comes down on her again with a jarring thud. “Aaauuugh!” she cries out. Then again. And again. The creature takes its time pulling out only to come back down with a jarring force, her body shuddering, breasts swinging and veins at her throat bulging with each blow. Her nails dig painfully into the gravel floor, eyes squeezed shut.
Then it begins to fuck her in earnest, letting her head fall back to the floor, pushing it against the ground while raising her hips and slamming its massive girth into her. She can not help but scream with each horrific blow, her anus literally torn apart, lubricated as much from its own damage as anything else. And the creature bellows in amusement, pounding against her hips with abandon, enjoying the shuddering gasp of her body with each blow.
She finds it laughing and pounds her fist against the floor futilely, the pain ripping her mind as much as it is her ass. Blow after blow rains down on her anus, spreading it to the size of a grapefruit, squelching against the monster’s hips, slapping against its balls, her hips banging with each blow. She wonders how much her body can endure.
Soon, her body is sweating, and the thing has her pressed against a vehicle, her leg raised as it continues to drill her anus. “Karina...” it whispers against her neck, its body tickling her spine as it rips her anus apart. “I love... how ... you... scream!”
It reminds her too much of her ex. How he used to brutally rape her for his own pleasure. And Lupo finds herself sobbing, the tears running down her cheeks freely. After a few minutes of pushing her roughly against the vehicle it grips her ponytail, pulling her head back and pounds her anus with rapid assaults, beating her anus with its advances.
Lupo claws desperately at the fingers, then at the hood of the car. Anything to gain some stability and lessen the pain, but it is all in vain. The creature thrust into her with incredible violence. She hears something crack and then there is a roar as the thing’s cum floods her anal passage, flooding her insides. It shoves against her a few more times before releasing her, pulling out of her anus and letting the cum splatter out with its release from the monster phallus.
Lupo finds herself sliding down, her whole body in pain and agony, sphincter muscles twitching sporadically. She thinks perhaps that crack she heard may be one of her spinal vertebrae having snapped, but she’s unsure. Her legs feel numb. The pain in her lower body is all consuming. But... at least it’s over she thinks, hanging limply in the thing’s tendrils. At least it’s over...
Then it lifts her, slamming her back against the side of the car, making her cry out. “Now...” it says, pushing her legs wide apart. “Your pussy!”
She shakes her head, moaning. “N-no. please...”
The thing simply rams the length of its member into her vagina with no regard, slamming it against her cervix. Lupo arches her back and screams, her lower body twitching. Then it begins fucking and her body cries out in agony...
And Lupo can only wonder, how long it will take to die.. From being fucked to death?
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Trask clasp his hands together, leaning back on his seat. He watches the monitors thinking momentarily on the situation at hand. The USS fully failed in their mission to eliminate all the raccoon city police operatives or keep any survivors from making it out of the city and were further delayed by the special rescue unit sent by a rival force. However; both the rival force and the USS provided beautiful intel into the breeding habits of the bio organics Umbrella has created.
Trask sits up, shutting down the monitor of the news feed regarding the destruction of Raccoon City. He turns to the right from the main control room going past the different cells ruminating over the events of the operation.
Dee Ay and his compatriots had for the most part been killed during the assault on the Nemesis as had most of Lupo’s USS forces. Though she herself had survived, dragged away by the monster itself. Reports had reached him that it seemed her legs were inoperative. Pity for her.
This though did not seem to have stopped the monster who from reports was still using her sexually in a most abusive way. He is interested in knowing wether the seed of Lupo’s now mutated husband can take hold in her womb and breed something. A new creation.
Currently he simply has his men standing back to await this possibility. The Nemesis is apparently too volatile to be able to assault on a head on skirmish but perhaps its newborn can be taken from it. After all, the man had never been much of a father in his natural life, why would he be more concerned of his offspring now? It should be simple enough, once Lupo births her child.
He walks down the corridor turning to his right into a hospital room. He keeps himself in the dark, away from the woman, several inches of glass separating him and his “patient.” Marissa Ronson, code named “Tweed” from Dee Ay’s crackpot team had been found after the destruction, lodged within the body of the massive plant 42 at its base. His men retrieved her and she is currently on life support, half her body burnt beyond repair including half her face, but her belly is extended to a maximum point with an orange coloration and she still breathes, taking in gasp from the oxygen tank. She is camatose but this does not seem to have any effect on the offspring within her. Whatever the Ivy subjects had done to her had left her with a seed of their own. It would be most... intriguing to see the resulting offspring.
Trask turns away, walking down the sterile hall. All in all a most eventful set of events he’d have to say.
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