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Resident Evil EX	By : OmegaXIII Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 37648 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, nor any of the characters from said franchise. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Jill did not leave the executive office right away as one might expect, but took time to sweep through all the drawers and bookshelves looking for more information on what had happened at the mansion or what made the dead walk. The memorandum that explained how to permanently put down zombies was now in her back pocket, but one document was hardly the smoking gun they would need to begin truly investigating this place. The case of the cannibal killers was not more important that the others and getting out alive, no court would convict literal zombies. However, the veteran was utterly determined to dig up something, the next puzzle piece or at least something that would make what just happened worth the trauma.

  The mounted trophies on the wall provoked her look around more and her second sweep of the cabinets came upon a box of thirty hollow point rounds. This was a good find that allowed her to reload her two spare magazines and allowed her to stop worrying about taking easy shots. The rest of the room’s contents were run-of-the-mill junk that was of no use to her and there were no clues on how to get through the doors that kept the mansion locked down.

                Jill was about to move on when she noticed a glimmer in the corner of the room and discovered a silvered dog whistle and a note attached to it made the search worthwhile. The note went on about how someone had ordered the writer to conceal an item on one of the canines that even now roamed the estate. The item was to be used to retrieve one of the spare mansion keys in an emergency. Jill thought on how those undead Dobermans chased the team to the mansion and how the pack drained most of her ammo. It seemed unlikely that the whistle would work on an undead animal, but there were no other options. Jill picked up her gun and stepped out of the musky office prepared to do what had to be done.

                All the while, she tried to put what just happened out of mind.

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                Jill made it a point to backtrack to the main hall and was disappointed to discover that her teammates were truly nowhere to be found. There were no errant screams or shots to be heard and the rainstorm outside made it tough to concentrate on all but the ominous moaning of the undead. Her radio continued to crackle with static so thick it would make communication damn near impossible were someone to respond. This served as a reminder that she was on her own in the mansion and knowing that made her that much more nervous as she moved from one room to the next. Jill knew there was no other choice but to trust the note and track down the mutts that chased the team to the mansion. The tension was made worse what with several months spent helping the kennel masters with training new police dogs. A rookie at the time, she had played the perpetrator throughout various exercises and knew better than most how quick an attack dog can take someone down, perhaps permanently.

                The worst storm of the summer was not about to ease up as she stepped out onto the west wing porch and peered down at the area that stood in front of the mansion. The veteran cop was unnerved to see the whole pack gathered and watching the double doors the team had slammed on their collective snout. The porch was unoccupied by the mutant canines even with the adjacent stone stairwell that went down to the lower patio. The anxious brunette realized it was the one route available to them and got as much distance from the stairs as the porch allowed. Feeling bold, she knelt in ambush around the next corner and blew hard into the whistle on a whim. The pack spoke up at once with their rabid barking and sprinted up onto the porch.

                Jill took aim as one of them whipped around the corner and moved at her with total abandon. A quick double tap caused it to trip and one more to the brain put it down for good. A second one blitzed around the corner to leap over the first one and was answered with a precise round to the heart. The third one tanked three rounds and leapt toward the shooter only to be answered with another round that opened the skull. A trio tore around the corner in the next moment to spot the trespasser poised to shoot and their packmates dead on the porch. The woman saw one twitch, took aim at once and put the next round into the hardwood not two paces from the closest mutt. The mutant mongrels did not dare to move at that point and the ill-conceived ambush broke down into a tense standoff. Jill knew it was a bad position to be in with six rounds in the magazine and no time to reload should the ravenous pack move on her in tandem.

                The nervous tension could have been cut and served like pie in the time the two parties watched and waited for the other to make a move. The three Dobermans were not like the mutts roaming the mountainside. The Dobermans were well bred and built solid like police canine units. These pedigrees were sentries meant to roam the estate and kill would-be trespassers. That as it were, it was odd that the Dobermans did not bite or bark or otherwise attempt to intimidate the brazen survivor. The pack continued to stare her down with eerie fascination. One even licked its shredded jowls.

                Jill tried to keep composed, but it proved impossible to discount the wanton glint in their stares and the wanton intent that it implied. Jill knew at once that this was no coincidence. The zombies reacted like that in her presence just prior to the epic gang rape that turned into some of the hottest sex she had ever even imagined. How the pack stuck up their noses to take in her scent over the rain only confirmed it. The hellhounds wanted to fuck her rotten and were not about to back down.

                Jill felt true terror as her arms grew weak and some dark corner of her mind beckoned her to just put down her weapon and welcome it. That alien heat returned in the next minute and it became hard to concentrate. Her blood began running hot in her bloodstream. Her keen vision blurred and her pulse quickened the more she was admired like meat on a hook. Her womanhood grew moist out of nowhere and it took all her willpower not to drop to her knees and rub one out then and there. Her mind tipped toward the perverse, the depraved, shamelessly pondering on how sizeable their cocks were or how hot their cum would be. The hellhounds knew the woman was in heat and were content to wait. The pressure quickly became too much to bear as she dropped to one knee and swore she was sick in the head to even consider her next move.

                The pistol struck the hardwood as she went down on her knees and tore off her kit belt like its pouches were packed with explosives. The pack did not move as their prize removed her pants and panties over her combat boots and kicked them into the nearest dry corner. Her tactical vest and undershirt were kept in place as the policewoman knelt there in the rainstorm clad in her boots and the most assertive expression. The hounds moved in all at once and were quick to claim their prize.

Jill's excitement grew as the mutts swarmed her and a closer look at the three canines promised her that whatever happened next would not be over soon. The hellhounds were not rotted out like the ones out in the wood and were sure to have that much more meat where it counted. The curious noses reveled in her addictive scent and the pack somehow proved to be a little more accommodating than the other zombies. Jill tried to prepare as two of them maneuvered her into a not-so-new position that put her on her hands and knees with her ass in the air.

                The first hound did not mount her at once and that made her ponder if this truly had been a terrible idea. The woman quivered as one of the pack licked the sweet juices dripping down her inner thighs. Jill turned red like a tomato as the mutt continued to lap at her quim like it was some delicious treat. The opposite pair paced about the immediate area with a territorial aura about them as though to warn other mutants that would come to take their prize. Jill felt nervous when the first mutt ended its impromptu meal and assumed the position at her rear. The hellhound climbed on her back and her whole body clinched up as its cockhead surged forward to split her moist netherlips.

                "Oh! Fuck!" Jill moaned as the thick canine cock was buried to the hilt in one jarring motion. The ravenous hound quickly moved its paws around her waist and used the added leverage to settle on a rapid tempo. Jill tensed as those carnivorous jaws hovered over the nape of her neck and that hot tongue licked up her sweat between thrusts. The undead mutt pounded her just like an animal would and its labored breathing promised none of the pack would be patient about it. The buxom brunette was accustomed to the submissive position and the men in her past who insisted on it were not the creative sort. Jill was now far from lucid, drunk on the heat, but was able to realize most of those men took more than twice the time it took the mutant canine to hit the mark. Jill could not resist a bitter chuckle as the rain poured down on them.

                Jill moaned as the sex-crazed canine picked up the pace. The perverse sounds of its slick cock ramming into her wet cunt were audible over the rainstorm and its open maw allowed drool to drip down her neck. The beast plowed into her like it was possible the woman might not be there in the next moment. The instinct to mate seemed to be its most dominant trait in undeath. The torturous pace was quick to become sporadic and the captured cop moaned as the mutant mutt worked to drive its crimson cock even deeper. Not two minutes into it and the hellhound was already poised to blow its load. Jill should have been relieved that it would all be over that much sooner, but there was also disappointment in the mix. The dumb mutt would be the same as some men in that respect.

                Jill cried out like a banshee as the Doberman drove in one more time and its corrosive seed blasted her battered womb. Jill went numb as the beast knotted and continued to pump its cock into her tight passage until the last drop was milked. The Doberman drew out with an audible pop and retreated to keep watch with its packmates. Jill tried to get up, but it was not ten seconds later that the next one took position and thrust into the submissive woman without remorse. The survivor let her cheek rest on the ceramic tiles and felt her consciousness slip as the next beast hammered her sore quim. Jill was content to lie there and take it for the rest of the encounter, but her latest partner was not about to let that happen.

                The hellhound in her cunt bit into the collar of her armored vest and drew her back to achieve even deeper penetrations than its packmate. The tactical vest tore at the neck as the canine pulled the woman back onto its thick cock. The brunette tried to ease the pressure, but saw dark spots each time the cockhead struck her cervix. The first one was a jackhammer, but the next was more akin to a battering ram with how it drew out to the tip and then plunged in to the knot. Humid breath blew over her neck as the mutt worked her over and in time she was not so sure she wanted to even bother with resistance.

                Trimmed nails clawed at the ceramic tiles and the poor woman moaned like a whore as the mutant canine made her its bitch. The thick cock that split her open never once slowed down even as it came closer and closer to its own climax. The mutant must have sensed that its partner was about to hit her own and skewered even deeper into her tightness. Jill remembered all that time served as an abuse victims advocate and public events where she had volunteered to speak on what that entailed. Jill remembered the vivid hate that held her heart whenever the teams were ordered to track and take down the occasional predator. To be taken and used like this should have been traumatizing, but the pinned woman somehow took this bizarre encounter to be a massive turn on and surrendered to the heat. Jill was soon unable to pretend otherwise and the words leapt from her throat. "Give it to me!"

                The Doberman picked up on it and responded with sex or seven more deep thrusts before it skewered the poor woman to the core. Jill cried out in depraved bliss as the canine emptied its sack into her womb and her own explosive climax numbed her to the bone. Her pitiful whimpers turned into soft titters as the second of the trio took a moment or two to thoroughly milk out its knot and then moved aside. The beast didn’t even look back as it retreated into the shadows to keep watch with the other one. The operative huffed in mock offense.

                The orgasmic euphoria was quick to pass and the woman looked back to see that the third of the trio now stood there with its own erection aimed at her sweet spot. Jill noticed the ornate collar it wore and was pleased to see her objective would be that simple. This one must have been someone’s favorite to earn that memento. Her gaze moved over her surrendered sidearm. Jill could have ended it then and there, but saw no reason not to continue. Her weapon was forgotten as she sat up on her rear and beckoned the patient beast to approach.

  That intense heat had come up once more and seemed even more potent that it had been with those three zombies. There was none of that earlier despair or panic as the vicious beast came in out of the rainstorm. Her initial dread had been replaced with her own extreme instinct to be claimed. Her left hand moved to squeeze one covered breast while the opposite drifted down to spread her cum-smeared pedals. Her pouty lips even wore the most welcoming smirk. “Fuck me, Fido!”

  There was more of that delicious assertiveness as the Doberman moved up to loom over its prize and used its snout to shove her onto her back. The wanton woman looked up with that same smirk as she leaned back on her elbows and raised her hips to welcome her sixth cock of the night. Her combat boots pressed into the ceramic as the Doberman hooked its paws around her hips and pierced her to the knot in one mind-numbing thrust.

  Jill moaned as the mutant mutt went to work and her new attitude became much more apparent. Her wide hips rocked with the momentum of each thrust. Her hands moved to hold around the Doberman’s neck. Her voice cried out in sweet coos that beckoned the beast not to stop. The salami-sized alpha cock blew her mind and easily outclassed any other carnal partner she had known until that moment, men and zombie alike. True, she kept a nine inch plastic partner in her bottom drawer, but not even that could drive her to climax in the time it took some men to blow their load.

  The Doberman didn’t even slow down as the depraved woman moaned and her pelvic passage squeezed around its skewering girth. Her second climax cleared her mind enough to remember the reason she was there. Dexterous hands went to work as the third mutant plowed her swollen cunt. The undead mutt was far too preoccupied to notice its decorative collar being unbuckled and removed from around its neck. Her objective now in hand, Jill was content to drop back on the ceramic tile and ride out whatever came next in the encounter. Her hormone drunk mind idly wondered if the others would want to take round two at the same time or perhaps a couple more would wander up onto the patio.

  That smirk came back as the Doberman started to hammer her cunt at breakneck speed. The buxom bitch was sure the apparent alpha male would coax out another climax or two, but her excitement turned to dread as the mutant popped without warning. Jill moaned in panic as the punishing cock skewered her deep to the knot and that thick canine cum painted her battered womb white. The encounter had been intense, but her partner was somehow done too soon. The Doberman did not seem to notice as it milked out its cock and wandered back into the shadows. The depraved need to have that third climax made the corrupted cop want to scream at them to keep it up, but a look into their corner proved there would be no point.

  Jill had been too preoccupied to notice, but the other two canines had gone limp mere moments after coitus and dropped dead where either one had kept watch. The third Doberman moved over to them even as it started to twitch and seizure and soon expired with the most miserable croak. Her mind went back to the executive office and what happened after that zombie sex sandwich. Jill was not sure what to make of this. There had to be a connection, but she was not about to believe that the sex was what caused the undead to perish. To draw out her pleasure so much just to leave her in need was like some sick joke.

  "Goddamn it...!" Jill stewed as she picked up the ornate collar and took a minute or two to redress. There was no time to ponder this phenomenon and it was damn near impossible to do so with her mind torn between the mission and the savage heat in her stomach. Jill picked up her pistol with one curse or another and the announcement that she shouldn't have put down the other three that answered her call. Jill ached for release and it took all her willpower not to throw caution to the wind and blow the whistle a second time. Her mind turned back to the reason she was out there.

  Jill broke open the ornate collar to discover an odd little charm that resembled the head of the sword key she had picked up in the crypt. There was no doubt it was the item foreshadowed in that oddly helpful letter and there was no reason to remain out in the downpour. Jill slipped it in her pocket and moved on to track down whatever idiotic little puzzle the charm went to. Her return to the mansion was announced when she kicked open a simple wooden door she could have picked open on her worst day. Her movements were now made without the subtle caution she might have demonstrated when it came to most missions and crime scenes. Not that there seemed to be much reason to be cautious at this point.

  Hell, caution wasn't even considered. Jill wanted their attention and was more than prepared to tackle the next zombie she saw to take what she needed.

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  Author's Commentary: There's really not much to explain about this chapter. This was the required zombie dog chapter. There might be another depending on where the project takes us. Jill’s body is beginning to process the mother virus and this odd acceptance phase has her grappling with monster sex addiction. The next couple chapters have been plotted out, but Resident Evil VII owned part of my life this past month.
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