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Resident Evil EX	By : OmegaXIII Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 37638 -:- 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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"I hate this place." Jill made this her mantra as she resumed exploring the treacherous mansion, ever on the lookout for the next piece in the puzzle that trapped her. The faux emerald arrowhead led down into the crypt which contained the sword key. The printed memo told her to retrieve the charm in that antique collar in order to retrieve the next key.

                Jill was now supposed to track down where she could use the odd little charm. The items were like some sick little breadcrumb trail someone had set up to torment people and the traps in the mansion made it even worse. However, it seemed ironic that the abandoned mansion would turn out to be a more legitimate threat than the various undead monsters that roamed it.

                Jill soon came across an eerie corridor on the second floor of the west wing decorated with ornate stonework and medieval plate armor. The second key waited at the opposite end on a stone pedestal tempting whoever came across it to casually pluck it up. The operative knew to expect another trap and kept the fake key prepared as she took her prize. The rumble that came down the corridor came as no surprise and it had to be said once more.

                "I hate this place." Jill seethed as one of the plate armors came around the corner; a massive spiked tower shield complete with spinning blades poised to turn her into pulp. Jill pushed the charm down into the vacant spot on the pedestal like there was no reason to rush and watched with mild amusement as the cartoonish deathtrap reversed back into its alcove. The mansion's traps were just too outlandish to be true and at times it was impossible not to wonder what kinda shit the architect must have been on. "I've met third graders that could solve this crap."

                Her confidence was not without merit, but the brazen women should have been relieved it was so simple to see the answers. The mansion was not built to kill most intruders, but to terrorize and torment those that did not bother to adhere to this predetermined path. The most obvious traps were there to demoralize those that stumbled into them while the unseen ones had never once been activated. The insidious powers that watched her even in that moment had not brought them there to attain test data on pneumatic razor wire traps or motion tripped explosives. The situation could have been much worse.

                Jill was a smart woman, but these were not normal circumstances. The poor woman was so preoccupied with the heat in her stomach that the most advanced death traps in the mansion would have no doubt been overlooked. The brunette was prepared to dive tackle the next zombie or hellhound that crossed her path, but there seemed to be none wandering about and the pressure to cum was too much to take. Jill came to realize this as she reached the bottom of the west wing stairwell.

                The second key was emblazoned with classic plate armor. Jill remembered seeing that emblem in other parts of the mansion, but in that moment couldn't concentrate on where it had been. Jill stared at the key in her hand and tried in vain to remember, but all that came to mind were realizations that an ornate key would not make the best impromptu dildo. The abhorrent heat in her core screamed at her to reach climax and no amount of critical thought was about to relieve it. The more the poor woman tried to move her mind elsewhere, the worse it hurt to even think.

                The drive to power on ceased as she came to kneel in the stairwell and felt her resolve crumble like the eroded cement the mansion rested on. Her ample breasts cried to be freed from the armored vest and she was sure her panties were soaked with her own wetness. Her skin was covered in a sweat sheen that had little to do with the summer heat and her vision throbbed with her own quickened heartbeat.

  The intense pressure in her core had become too much over time and the corner room seemed like the most ideal place to release it. The west wing stairwell appeared secure with two observable entrances and it was just one room over from where that initial zombie appeared with no others present. There was no need to think on it another second as she went to work.

                The buxom veteran sat down next to the potted herb bush in the corner and made some preparations. Her sidearm and kit belt were placed next to her for immediate access while several pieces of the tactical outfit were removed and discarded into a neat pile. The dark blue flak vest and powder blue undershirt were thrown off at once and the black bikini bra she wore soon joined them. One gloved mitt groped her right breast hard while the other unbuttoned and unzipped her pants to slip into her underwear.

                "Aaaagh!" The lewd woman cried out in passion as she drove two and then three dexterous digits into her quim and knew it would not take much. Jill rubbed and prodded her smooth snatch like some hormone crazed teen without the tact or technique to make the moment last. Jill did not want that. Jill simply wanted to cum and was quick to realize her fingers weren't about to get her there on their own. Her feral blue gaze snapped to the equipment on her belt and the most crazed smirk crossed her lips.

                Her moist hand moved over to her kit belt to seize the telescopic metal baton the department issued the team over the more commonplace nightstick. Jill appraised the weapon with a smirk and remembered how it cracked open a would-be mugger while on the beat not two months prior. Jill then proceeded to shove the metal baton into her wet cunt in one push and in the next moment pumped it deep and hard like it was an overzealous partner. The textured metal handle put up some resistance as it slid in and out and worked to excite even more sensation in that moment. Jill moaned as the baton punished her quim and it did not take more than a minute to reach her peak.

                "Ahhh! Gaaagh!" Jill cried out in bittersweet climax as her tightness clinched and the blunt instrument came out coated in her juices. Her keen vision blurred and her extremities became numb. Her lower lips had not been so damn sensitive since she was a kid and to be so aroused under her own touch startled her. Her mind was too preoccupied to notice that the wrapped bite on her forearm seemed to tingle too.

                "That was intense," Jill tried to catch her breath as she dropped the abused baton next to her belt and pondered on how she had gotten to the point that she could become sidetracked with such perversions. The vicious traps built into the mansion and the literal zombies that roamed the estate would have made most people too scared to make even a peep and she had just screamed like a whore while she rubbed one out. Jill knew about combat stress and had some theories in mind, but her depraved behavior and that of the mutants still made no sense. Her theories were interrupted when the door around the next corner creaked open and two ominous moans echoed into the room.

                Jill's cheeks turned crimson as the two zombies moved into view and shambled toward the prone woman with that same primeval instinct. Discerning one zombie from the next was damn near impossible, but these two revenants were not like the others that roamed the mansion.

  For one, their rotten skin was tinted like fresh blood and there was an aggressive aura about them not present in the others. The twosome moved without that heavy gait typical of their decrepit counterparts and were somewhat more lively with how their lean bodies twitched on occasion. This ferocious new look might have provoked the woman to reach for her gun had their ambitions not been so apparent. A blind person would have noticed the pronounced trouser tents the pair were sporting and the indecent sight had her grinning like an addict.

                Jill's tongue traced her pouty lips as the two crimson zombies moved into the open room and cornered her like prowling timber wolves. Jill was more than prepared to stand when one reached out to take her wrist and hoisted her up to stand between them. Their clawed mitts roamed over her voluptuous curves with pronounced dominance. The demanding one that made her stand drove its nose into her neck and took in the cinnamon scent off her chocolate mane; her delicious aroma tripping synapses in an otherwise vacant mind. The other one at her back mimicked its partner while seizing her sensitive mounds and crushed its denim-covered girth into her naked rump. The blood-tinted zombies were past being rock hard and their aggressive aura promised whatever happened would be extremely rough. Her nimble hands went to work, releasing ones meat from its oppressive trousers while the more impatient one at her back reached down and ripped open its own zipper, the metal button striking the wall like a bullet.

                Jill positively quivered with anticipation as her latest undead claimants worked her into position between them and that wicked heat burned hotter. The tension in her stomach built up even more as calloused hands groped her curves and rigid meat prodded her wanton cavities. The zombies did not know restraint and it drove her wild. The most delicious shock ran down her spine when the zombies maneuvered her between them and skewered her on their meat in unison. Her head snapped back and she moaned with wild abandon as the possessive undead started to pound her at a jackhammer pace. The depraved woman's loose hands moved over her oven-like womb and her mind became drunk on her own unchecked hormones. Her mind stopped pondering on what chemicals or pheromones could make her act like this and turn the literal undead into sex-crazed monsters, concentrating only on the addictive pleasure assaulting her body.

                Jill cried out as the zombies slipped into an aggressive tempo and thrust up into her so damn hard her booted feet were lifted off the floor. Her tip-toes scrapped across the hardwood between each rabid thrust, but her newest captors worked to keep her weight balanced on their tenderizing cocks. The lead zombie's mitts moved around to squeeze her round rump and used the added momentum to pound her womanhood that much deeper. The one at her back took note and reached around to use her hips in the same manner. The buxom brunette couldn't know if this was cooperation or competition. The two pounded her at an even tempo, but at the same time pulled her body back and forth between them like a piece of meat.

                The crimson-skinned zombies moaned with mounting exertion while their depraved prisoner fought to keep breathing whenever their thick cocks impaled her tightness. On impulse, the woman threw caution out the window and embraced the zombie at her front, wrapping her arms around the shoulders and hooking her ankles around the waist. This permitted maximum penetration and allowed the amorous cadaver to motorboat the delicious mounds that were shoved into its bloodied maw. The cunt zombie's bone-like claws pricked her buttocks as they kept her held up between the two while the rear zombie continued groping her breasts with the occasional tweak of her nipples. Their vicious bone talons traced narrow scratches across her naked body, the ones on her hips even bled, but the wanton woman proved too preoccupied to notice and would have probably thought the minor pain made the moment hotter.

                The crimson zombies picked up the pace over the next minute or so and that constant tempo dissolved into aggressive uneven thrusts. The two plowed the woman in pitched desperation, their withered bodies trembling with voracious moans as their movements became that much more intense. The rabid zombies became rougher and went deeper with each thrust and the cock-starved temptress knew the two were about to blow, but this time there was no revulsion in it. Her hormone-drunk mind boasted none of the guilt that had accented the previous two encounters and had dismissed all her worries over her own depraved acceptance of it. Jill wanted it and wanted it bad.

                "Come on! Fuck me! Harder!" Jill screamed at the sex-crazed zombies with an assertive tone that told them she was in a position to order them around. The wanton corpses did not appear to resent it and increased their jackhammer pace to appease their prize even more so. The cunt zombie slammed her down onto its cock while its bloodied maw and course tongue traced over her milky breasts. The zombie at her back shoved down on her shoulders to ensure even more momentum to thrust up into her puckered entrance. Jill moaned each time their thick cocks struck her cervix and tailbone; impassioned cries that came in tune with the wet slap of their stones on her hips and buttocks. Her next climax approached on the horizon as the thick zombie cocks throbbed in her tightness. "Don't stop! Give me that cum!"

                The rabid zombies got in six or seven more penetrating thrusts before the two hit their limit. The impatient pair roared like cavemen as their thick cocks exploded in a steaming white torrent that made them hold their pretty prize even tighter. The wanton woman moaned in sweet climax as their corrosive seed painted her tight cavities with the most inhuman heat; like magma pouring into her body. That consuming heat did more than make her blood boil as her orgasmic numbness spread from her torso across her whole body. The depraved veteran went limp as the zombies continued to milk their cocks into her until their prize was pumped to the brim. The buxom cop moaned as the sated zombies pulled out and thick ropes of their mixed cum poured out of her and pooled on the hardwood. Her poor mind was shredded at this point; too awash with sensation and euphoria to remain the least bit lucid. Jill was not even able to notice that the zombies did not keel over like the others, but became rock hard and wanton once more.

                The encounter became blurry once the pair dropped her on her knees. One minute the zombies had her between them and took turns shoving their cocks into her gagging throat. The next minute had her mounting one reverse cowgirl while her mouth continued working on the other. The next minute she was spit roasted and then sandwiched between them a second time on the ground. The pair must have cum two or three more times over the next several minutes while their prize was too worn out to be aware of her own occasional climax. This monster sex whirlwind could have continued on into the night had someone else not stepped into the room to take aim and execute the zombies with two rounds apiece.

                Jill dropped onto her side as the crimson zombies were put down and tried to look to her rescuer as mounting exhaustion pulled her toward unconsciousness. The poor woman watched as two-toned combat boots stepped into view and then came an olive-drab knee as the shooter knelt next to her. The whole room was spinning as a chalk white vest hovered overhead and smooth manicured hands took her wrist and measured her uneven pulse. Jill slipped into unconsciousness at this point, with the shooter shouting at her not to pass out and the desperate hope that she wouldn't wake up alone.

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                Author's Commentary: I am ambitious to work on this project and like to think I have the most important parts mapped out, but it can be hard to transition from one scene to the next while limited to one character that can provide dialogue. I am weak when it comes to speech, but the complete absence of it can hurt the rest of the prose. I hope this will improve in the next chapter or two once a certain medic arrives on the scene to explain what is what.
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