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Resident Evil EX	By : OmegaXIII Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 37638 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Jill awoke to blurry memories of her encounters with the undead and believed for the briefest instant that her misadventures might have been some sick dream. The pain in her head and soreness in her throat were akin to a stomach virus or a weekend bender that proved a bit too much. Her numb mind quickly built up the idea that she must have passed out on the couch to one of those idiotic zombie apocalypse movies.

                That idea went out the window as soon as she looked up to recognize the intricate patterned woodwork that seemed to characterize the mansion. Jill remembered all at once what had happened and was none too pleased to realize she was still trapped in the mansion with the undead. However, that disappointment turned to concern when she realized she was now laid out on a mattress and not the hardwood of the stairwell.

                Few moments can cause more confusion than when someone wakes up somewhere new and cannot remember how they came to be there. The buxom brunette now occupied the mansion's own medical room; a compact space stocked to service several dozen prospective patients that lived there. Oh wait, the patients that were meant to live there because the house had been abandoned before it was completed. The lies seemed to be even more transparent here.

                Like the other rooms, appearances betrayed the illusion. There was no way the clinic had been vacant for much more than a month, let alone the three decades that had passed since the mansion had been boarded up and condemned. The clinic must have been kept sanitary to avoid the thin layer of dust that covered most parts of the mansion. Hell, the room somehow still had that sterile peroxide stench about it. The medical almanacs on the shelves were printed in the nineties and the bottles in the cabinets appeared to be new. The keen cop was even able to recognize some were brand names that had bombarded primetime cable with advertisements in recent months.

                The buxom brunette tried to stand and was more stunned than scarred to discover her wrists and ankles were zip-tied to the metal frame of the cot. Those crimson-skinned zombies couldn't have done this. The bulk of the horde wouldn't have had the brain power to work much more than a door knob. There was someone else in the mansion that was still alive and quite paranoid. Not that one could blame them what with literal zombies and hellhounds running amok.

                Her sidearm and kit belt were on the workbench across the room next to a lit microscope. Her absent clothes were there too and all the pockets were turned out. On the sink near the bed were some wet wash cloths and some brand name peroxide. Jill realized in that moment that she was not just naked, but clean, practically spot sanitized. This meant whoever carried her back to this room took the time to wipe up the unpleasant remnants of her most recent romp. The realization made her turn crimson with embarrassment, but at the same time gave her hope that whoever did this meant her no harm.

                Jill went taut as the door opened and her apparent captor stepped into the room. Her mind went numb with bewilderment as the team rookie sauntered into the room like she owned the space and bolted the door without the panic one would expect. The three month newcomer looked less than concerned as she put down her sidearm and continued over to the microscope to look at whatever was on the slide. The zip-tied veteran was relieved to see one of her teammates alive and surprised to see the often anxious rookie look somewhat relaxed as she went to work. You'd think there weren't literal zombies and monsters on the other side of that door. Jill was not sure what to make of it, but that was not new, the only other woman on the team had been one surprise after the next.

                At 18, this kid came to them more accomplished than any other rookie she could remember and proved that much more competent over time. The wall over her desk boasted framed medical and science degrees next to a solid training report that stomped out the rumor she was one more meek book worm. Even as a rookie, the powers that be knew her potential would be wasted on common police work and recruited her to the team trauma medic. To add to that, Captain Marini allowed her to work as an assistant to the medical examiner while the rest of them worked the streets. Her work as a forensic biochemist had since led to developments in six cases. Quite an impressive work load to pile on someone so far from her first bar hop.

                "Rebecca," Jill spoke the name weakly and winced at the soreness in her throat. The rookie looked back with those mint green peepers and was quick to abandon the microscope that captured her interest. The rookie came over and knelt next to the cot, but made no move to sever the plastic ties or otherwise free the other woman. Jill was not sure what to think as the rookie felt her head and checked her pupils like one would inspect someone with a concussion. Her patience wore out the instant she remembered she was still naked. "There some reason you've got me tied up, rookie?"

                Chambers smiled at that and her examination came to a halt. Her pocket knife came out next to remove the ties that held her wrists and ankles. The often anxious rookie stood back and continued to show little concern as the other woman sat up on the bed. "I hope you won't take that the wrong way. You were unconscious and unresponsive. I had to take precautions in case you weren't you when you woke up."

                "No problem." Jill replied with her own smile. Her sour mood evaporated as the desperate tension settled in once more and she was relieved to know she was not alone in it. The cramped room grew eerily quiet as the naked veteran sat on the cot and the teenage prodigy walked back to the microscope. Rebecca bent over the counter to peer at the contents of the slide and her teammate found it damn hard to not ogle her round rump. Jill pushed her perversions aside to concentrate on their predicament. "Chambers, what happened to Bravo Team?"

                "I don't know..." the rookie whispered. "I don't even know where to start. It all went from bad to worse the moment we passed into the mountains..."
Officer Chambers kept her report simple; told how their main rotor stopped spinning and the chopper went down in the wood not two miles from the mansion. Captain Marini kept the team on task; ordered them to split up and sweep the area around the wreck while their pilot tried to reconnect with the Raccoon PD. Those same zombie mutts appeared out of the mountain mist and chased the team toward the mansion at which point her radio went dead. Rebecca told her she leapt into an open window to evade the pack and slammed into the first zombie that damn near tore out her throat. Rebecca skimmed over later encounters and closed with the admission that it had been around four hours and the rookie had no idea what happened to the other members of Bravo Team.

                Jill kept her own report on the mission and excessively censored what happened once three zombies cornered her in the executive office. Or how three mutant hellhounds got her to bend over for them. Or how two more zombies found her getting off in the stairwell and double teamed her into a coma. Jill did not want her subordinate to know what happened, not out of embarrassment over it, cause she looked forward to next time, but out of dread that the seemingly innocent rookie would panic. However, it soon came time to account for what happened after the third encounter and how she wound up tied to a cot and she realized all at once that the medic must have known.

                "You don't need to protect me, Jill." Rebecca spoke up as the other woman stammered for an answer, some impossible lie that would convince a science major that she had not cleaned cum off the buxom brunette while she was passed out on the cot. "You don't need to make up stories or pretend it didn't happen around me. You're not the only member of the zombie sex club."

                Jill was relieved once more to not be alone in an insane predicament. Her announcement made sense what with how the rookie was able to concentrate on her work without preoccupation from the zombies. The revenants could have torn them apart, but proved no more threatening than most men with tits and ass as their weakness. "How did it happen?"

                "How did the zombies catch me, you mean?" Rebecca chuckled in spite of the subject matter. "There's not much to it. This place is like a maze with more doors than windows and the ones that weren't trapped made me run into more zombies. I spent part of the afternoon on the move until one of those clawed bastards cornered me in a room with no more ammo and pounded me raw on the coffee table. Fucked me until the wood broke apart."

                "Hot." Jill smirked.

                "I freaked out once it was over and pushed out of the room where these other two double-teamed me on the nearest staircase. I theorized that the zombies would kill one another over me, but these two cooperated and even made room when another one wandered into the room. I must have cum six or seven times and then it was over. The next zombie acted the exact same and made it apparent there was no reason to waste ammo or even resist at that point."

                "Christ," Jill stood there awestruck. "How many caught you?"

                "Ten," the amorous medic sighed hard. "More zombies just seemed to pour out of the woodwork from that point on and wouldn't leave me alone until I came across this room. I think that peroxide smell keeps them from picking up on our pheromones."

                "Wait... what pheromones?"

                "Look here," Jill stepped over to the microscope to look, but was surprised when the medic reached up to run her thumb across her damp brow. The veteran copied the gesture and noticed her sweat came out clouded. "You can see it better under the microscope; we are secreting pheromones in our sweat and those pheromones are the reason the zombies out there are compelled to procreate despite being dead. Those pheromones might also explain the zombies expiring after sex."

                "Pheromones..." Jill's voice tensed with dread. "Does that mean we're sick?"

                "Not like the zombies." Rebecca pointed to the blood stained memorandum that rested next to the microscope with her notepad and those bleak blood slides. The memorandum was much more panicked than that other one on how to prevent reanimation and spelled out how to recognize viral carriers. The panicked tone of the document made it apparent their escape attempt proved futile. "The third page makes it clear; the culprit in their case is a mutant virus and the mutations we've seen are typical mammalian carriers. Our pheromones seem to make us immune to direct exposure, otherwise we would have noticed the more pronounced symptoms within minutes and expired within one or two hours."

                "Can it be stopped?"

                "I don't know." the meek medic shook her head. "I would need some state-of-the-art equipment and a couple months research time to even start to theorize how a virus like this can even exist. The worst pandemics out there don't do much more than replicate over and over until someone becomes too stripped down and dies. This abomination seems to work like other viruses, but is somehow able to power motor neurons and the lower brain even after death has occurred. The cadaver is on auto-pilot at that point with only the most primitive instincts to drive it; the result is literal reanimation."

                "This shit doesn't occur in nature, does it?"

                "Not now," the scientist spoke up with thinly-veiled hate. "Comparable viruses that we know about would need another couple millennia of evolution to reach that point and even then it would be too weak to do much more than make a dead body twitch."

                "Manmade." Jill spoke the word like it was poison.

                "Obvious, isn't it?" Rebecca poked the nearest wall for emphasis. "An abandoned mansion out in the woods where survivalists and other violent nut jobs are rumored to hide out. Outdoorsmen aren't allowed to come out here to hike or hunt. Helicopters and small planes are ordered to divert around the mountains no matter the conditions. You couldn't dream up a better place to hide illegal research and whatever other sick shit went on out here."

                "No doubt." Jill nodded and looked over the notepad and the blood slides laid out on the table. "You think there is some connection between our condition and the zombie virus?"

                "I do." Rebecca answered with a nod. "The two must be connected what with how our pheromones attract the zombie carriers and how we've proven immune to the virus. Our condition could be a more primitive version of the zombie virus that acted like a vaccination or one that was somehow altered in the previous host. However, the answer to how that would happen has proven much more elusive."

                "Let me guess," Jill interrupted as the dots connected. "You suspect the previous carrier was what looked like a red-skinned leech around the size of a dinner plate."

                "Got me the second we stepped out." Rebecca pointed out the cotton square on her ankle and smiled, pleased to see the other woman was able to take it all in. "Damn near put a bullet in it."

                Jill reached up to touch the gauze wrap on her forearm. "Got me when we searched the chopper. I assumed it was just some water parasite we picked up in the swamp the other week."

                "Most don't grow more than an inch or two."

                "Most don't show up in the mountains either."

                "Good point. The increased size and unique tint are not natural mutations. That leech could have been another experiment that escaped."

                Jill shot the medic an odd look at that. "You mean to tell me that someone out there dreamed up a mutant leech that causes people to secrete zombie sex pheromones? That's idiotic!"

                "No idea." Rebecca admitted. "There must be more to it than just the pheromones, but it doesn't look like we can do much more than wait and see what happens next."

                The buxom brunette wanted to know more, was desperate to know more, but knew the petite rookie knew no more in that moment. These mutant viruses were unicorns to modern medicine; neither were supposed to exist and her poor girl could only make theories at this point. Her answers were not meant to be concrete, but mere hypothesis based on what she had seen under that microscope and experienced in the last couple hours.

                Rebecca had more gumption that most would have believed. The medic bit her lip and kept focused on the task at hand, despite circumstances that would have panicked or traumatized most people. Jill admired that and watched the rookie work with approval over the next couple minutes. Her gaze soon wandered and the brazen survivor noticed that there was a great deal more to admire about the meek medic than her keen mind and force of will.

                The girl's round butt could not have been more pronounced in those undersized cargo pants. Her modest breasts were ideal for her petite body type and her other tight curves were proportioned to match. Her mind drifted to one or two benign conversations about body image and surmised in that moment that the rookie was either naive or pessimistic to think she was plain. Her blood became hot as she stared and the most devious smirk crossed her lips as she spoke.

                "Rebecca, do you think our pheromones could manipulate us like the zombies?"

                "Hmmm," Rebecca looked up at the wall while she considered it. "Hard to break it down. The pheromones probably wouldn't work on another person that secretes them and even then the chemical reaction would be minimized."

                "Hmmm," Jill purred as she moved up to the workbench. "You don't think our pheromones will mingle with one another even while we're together in this very small room."

                "What, you think I'm gonna jump you or...?" Rebecca looked up with an amused smile and turned to see the other woman now loomed over her. The microscope and the stool were knocked over as the rookie tried to move back and only managed to trap herself between the workbench and her teammate. Jill reached out as the rookie tried to shove past and pushed her back into the bench. Rebecca was more than a little worried in that moment. "Jill, please don't tell me..."

                "Oh please," Jill whispered; lava-like heat on her voice screamed that there was indeed more to their condition than those pheromones. Jill stepped up on the younger woman even more until there was no more room to move between the workbench and her own naked body. Rebecca's cheeks turned crimson as their tits pressed into one another and grew even more nervous when her teammate moved one hand around her waist while the other moved up to take her chin. "I just wanted to tell you something about us and those pheromones..."

                "W-wha...?"

                "I think you're wrong."

                Her mint pupils went wide as the other woman kissed her and in that moment the determined survivor turned back into the nervous teen that peeked in the shower. The rookie stood there numb and dumbstruck as her mind drowned in the passion and excitement the other woman put out. Her anxiousness soon mutated into the need to act and react. Her theories on viruses and pheromones now hurt to remember. Her devotion to proper police ethics and a platonic workplace died on the vine. The rookie had wanted this and knew there was no reason to pretend otherwise.

                Jill's blood boiled hotter than ever when the rookie moaned into her mouth and opened those pretty lips with the sweetest wanton whimpering. Too tempted to not push it, both women dove deeper into the kiss, allowing their hormones and pheromones alike to dominate them. The surprise snog soon turned into a passionate and damn near violent make out session as the two women wrestled tongues and manhandled one another. The medic reached out to seize those ample mounds that tempted her to no end while the veteran reached around to grope that pert round rump. The pair came apart over a minute later with just enough presence of mind about them to stumble back over to the adjacent cot.

                There were no words as the rookie slammed down onto the mattress and the veteran moved in at once to straddle her toned stomach. The two women shared a quick glance at the olive drab uniform the medic still wore and the next step become apparent. Jill moved quick to tear loose the velcro straps that kept the chalk white flak vest in one piece while Rebecca damn near ripped her pants as she kicked them over her boots. The olive drab shirt was thrown into the pile soon after and the medic laid bare in her two-toned boots and her idiotic camo print panties. Jill smirked in amusement as both were removed and thrown to the side. Rebecca was too preoccupied to be embarrassed over immature underwear and moved to kick off her boots, but those assertive hands snatched her wrists and shoved her into the mattress. That amorous smirk made it clear: Officer Valentine liked the boots.

                "Jill..." Rebecca mewled like a kitten as the next kiss was pressed to her lips; sweeter and more patient than the one that led them to this moment. Rebecca kissed back with timid passion and moaned as their bare breasts crushed into one another. Her own modest chest thrust out in response as every nerve in her tight little body demanded as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Her arms moved to hold the other woman around the waist. The medic went taut as one hand moved down over her tits and stomach to probe her moist pedals. There was no warning before two dexterous digits stabbed into her moist quim.

                The kiss broke as the medic cried out, moaning with crimson cheeks as the older woman expertly teased her tight little snatch. The buxom veteran wore the most wicked smirk while the petite rookie thrashed under her assertive touch. Glossy lips cried out with rapture as the dominant woman twisted her digits with practiced precision, smooth manicured nails tripping every nerve lining her sensitive inner walls.

                The medic got one hand behind her tormentor's neck between moans and pulled her down to continue their heated kiss. The pair must have looked like the cover to some niche porno; one cop atop the other stripped down to only their combat boots and tactical gloves. The moment would have only been hotter had there been handcuffs involved.

                Rebecca panted and gasped into her tormentor's mouth while her dexterous fingers continued to pick her lock. Jill winced at how the moist vessel constricted with virgin-like tightness around her invasive digits. The veteran cop had known other petite women that had never bothered with cock that somehow weren't nearly as tight. Jill kept the medic moaning another minute and between kisses came up with another plan. Her hand slipped out and dipped down to remove the metal baton from her partner's discarded kit belt.

                Jill maneuvered Rebecca into another position with her back to the headboard while the medic lazily laid back against her ample breasts. The rookie spotted the standard issue head-cracker as it hovered over her waist and quivered as the chilly steel prodded her moist lips. The textured metal handle worked bizarrely well as an impromptu sex toy. The modest size and shaped metal allowed the operative to torment the poor medic with practiced ease. Rebecca's warm body squirmed against pillow-like breasts as the baton slipped between her slicked pedals and began pumping steadily.

                Pouty lips kissed against her neck while teeth nipped on occasion. The veteran's opposite hand reached around to tease her nervous nub in tandem. Her own hands could not do much more than grip the sheets and try to hold on. The picklock's efforts proved too good to resist and it wasn't another minute before one last shuddering moan ripped through the tormented teen. The compact room went quiet after that, but for the rookie's labored breathing and the veteran's sweet kisses against her neck.

                "Well, that came outta nowhere." Rebecca spoke up as the two women laid there on the bed. "You could have taken me out and bought me a drink."

                "I don't have the patience to wait around 'til the new millennium, little girl." Jill lazily traced one hand up her stomach and to tease one modest breast. Rebecca looked up to meet that bright blue gaze and the pair traded another tender kiss. A wink met her. "Don't you dare pretend you haven't thought about it."

                "I honestly didn't think you'd be open to it."

                "A woman that volunteers to take on this kinda job tends to be open minded."

                "That in the orientation?"

                "Unwritten rules are awesome like that."

                The unlikely partners spent the next couple minutes laying with one another and the room was silent except for the occasional squeak of the thin mattress. The two women were up once the afterglow passed and immediately went to work. The medic recovered her thrown off uniform with subtle amusement while the veteran redressed like they were back in the locker room. The passionate women were clothed and rearmed in record time. One would think the two were no more intimate now than they had been around sunrise.

                "You wanna involve dinner and some toys next time?" the medic teased as she looked over her sidearm and received the most predatory smirk in turn.

                "I can make dinner and if you put in the work, get me off loud enough to wake up the neighbors, I'll happily spend the next morning bent over a hot stove."

                "You don't know how awesome that sounds. I mean, I can recite and recreate over two hundred text book chemical mixes, but can't cook a warm meal without involving a microwave or a toaster."

                "The chemist can't cook...?"

                "I have no instinct for it. I like to think that's what makes me more open to sensitive men and traditional women."

                "You're adorable, you know that."

                "Don't make it weird, Jill."

                "Don't make it weird..." The buxom brunette echoed somewhat perplexed. "Pretty sure we crossed that line somewhere between creepy ass mansions and sex-crazed zombies."

                "You might have a point there." The petite rookie stepped back over to the workbench with that, picking up her notepad and stowing the microscope slides in a protective metal box that was promptly dropped in her hip pouch. The chemist had learned what she could given limited time and an antique microscope, but knew they would need top notch equipment to dig any deeper. The veteran meanwhile knew that evidence of this manmade viral outbreak had to be preserved, that no one with authority would believe it otherwise.

                Fate had protected them with the pheromones, but the several dozen people that once occupied the mansion had not been so lucky. This had to be contained here. They had to find proof to ensure this never happened again. The simple notion of this mutant virus being leaked in any populated area was nightmarish.

                The pair made one more last minute prep before proceeding out the door and back into the mansion. The veteran and the rookie did not know what monstrosities awaited them around the next corner. That said, both were relieved that they would face them together.
Author's Commentary: I have never been all that brilliant at writing exposition dialogue, but this chapter was stupid hard to write at times due to the banter. I probably spent more time trying to balance serious plot development and small talk over zombie sex than the actual sex scene. The dynamic between veteran and rookie will evolve over the next couple encounters and add some lighter elements to the tone. Granted, this is still smut about zombie and monster sex, but it's being approached as an opportunity to improve my writing.

                Rebecca's presentation here was a deliberate choice and it goes back to what is happening. The poor girl is not terrified or incompetent as a cop in this story. I like the idea that she would be braver and smarter than presented in the games, but still come across a nervous rookie cop needing direction in a situation like this. Rebecca wanted to be a cop despite her proven brilliance, that kind of person is not all that timid, but would still awkward around someone like Jill Valentine. You can expect her to be the sub in the relationship, as it were.
Please comment or review to keep me focused. I always appreciate direct feedback over numbers and whatnot. I also welcome recommendations for how to handle creature encounters and other major events.
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