This is a story based on the Resident Evil series by Capcom – with a bit of reference to Rockstar’s GTA3 as well. All characters used without permission.
This story contains beastiality, extreme stretching, NC, mind control and… well, I guess you could call it necrophilia. If you know Resident Evil, you’ll know what I mean. Either way, if you don’t wanna read it, don’t. If you wanna read it, go ahead and have fun.
Nemesis Mk. II
The scientist jumped slightly when his manager suddenly addressed him. “So, professor, how’s it going?” The man looked briefly over his shoulder, and then returned to studying the creature in the tube. “Fairly well. It seems as if my idea worked.” The manager lifted an eyebrow. Too busy to talk, huh? Those scientist were all so arrogant! What would they do without managers like himself to keep track of their paychecks, though? Well, he wasn’t in a hurry, so…
“Ah yes, your new idea… could you explain it to me, in a down-to-earth kind of way? I’m more use to juggling money than genes.” The last part was added with a grin, but the geneticist seemed to get the point. He turned around, leaning against the bottom of the tube, and gave off an exasperated sigh. “Very well, then. Basically, I discovered that the most powerful hunting instinct in humans as well as lower species are not that caused by hunger. It worked fairly well in the original Nemesis, making him perpetually hungry, and fixing his psyche so that he connected his hunger to the S.T.A.R.S. It kept him on them, but he nonetheless failed, slain by that woman… Jill, isn’t that her name? The last of the S.T.A.R.S. Anyway, while hunger certainly worked, I have found that lust might be even more effective. In all species, the urge to search for a partner, a way to bring on your genes in the world, is more powerful than the urge to search for food. And Jill is a woman in her best age, releasing all manners of hormones into the air. In short, the new Nemesis will be able to track those hormones, finding her no matter how well she hides, and his lust will keep him going no matter how many times she puts him down. Naturally, we’ve altered his psyche so that he’ll kill her when he reaches her, rather than… hmm.”
The manager nodded, feeling slightly flustered. Not only was that arrogant bastard about as long-winded as a campaigning politician, he also spoke of lust and mating instincts while remaining completely unaffected. The pictures that the last part of his speech had evoked in his mind made him rather uncomfortable, and a bit nauseous. But if he backed off now, he’s be admitting defeat. He had to go on. “Very impressive! Wasn’t there something about implementing some other stuff in him to? The stuff that was developed by the Ashfords?” He had noticed that when going over the expenses… the expedition to Antarctica to recover the genetic material from the late Alexia had been quite pricey.
The scientist looked somewhat impressed. “Yes, that is true. The so-called Queen Ant gene has been included, with modifications. Basically, it’ll enable him to control any other T-Virus victim in his vicinity, man or beast, in a limited way. We don’t want him to get too smart, but I’m not worried. His thinking is purely strategical, not tactical. All he can do is to identify a target, and think of a way to destroy it. He always could do that, but now, he can include other creatures in his calculations. The last one failed because he always had to go head-to-head with her, and she always carries a lot of firepower, which she could then concentrate on him. We’ll see how much she can do when he walks in with a few hundred mindless zombies in tow.”
The man gazed up at the creature in the tube, almost lovingly. The manager suddenly felt cold. The ability to control other zombies? It didn’t sound quite safe… but hey, he was just a bean-counter, and for once, he was happy for it. He wouldn’t want to be responsible for creatures such as that. It looked almost exactly like the original Nemesis, which he had seen back then. Except… The scientist noticed him starring. “Yes, we let him keep that one. It turned out that it would be extremely difficult to keep his mating instinct intact without one. So, we figured we might as well leave it. We could have miniaturized it, I suppose, for purely esthetic reasons, but I was told to hurry… so, It’s in proportion with the rest of his body. Won’t make much of a difference. Oh, by the way, speaking of physical modifications! Remember the tentacle arm of the original Nemesis? I’ve improved it, so now it actually holds five separate tentacles. That way, he can use it to catch her from a distance. But apart from those two details, the differences are entirely invisible. That’s an advantage, since it will cause Jill to underestimate her foe, thinking him to be exactly the same as the one she fought in Raccoon City. By the way, have we succeeded in finding her?”
The manager nodded, and decided that it was time to excuse himself. “Yeah, she’s in Liberty City. It seems as if she’s on to our final testing… too bad for her. Anyway, that’s probably where your new Nemesis will be deployed.” “I call him the Nemesis Mk. II.” “Yes, I see… now, if you’ll excuse me, the accounts won’t solve themselves.” Nodding, he turned on his heel and walked off briskly while the scientist shrugged and went back to his calculations. Oh yeah, good thing he happened to think of that… he had to remember to charter one of the BMT’s (Biohazard Material Transporters) from Umbrella’s fleet. They’d have to have him ready to drop over Liberty City within hours of starting the ultimate test of the T-Virus: It’s ability to destroy an entire metropolis. Raccoon City had only been a small city, but Liberty was huge. Also, the fact that it covered three islands would further test the ability of the virus to spread through natural barriers. It would be quite exiting, really.
For the third time, Jill Valentine found herself in the middle of a nightmare… and it seemed that every time that happened, it just kept getting bigger. First a mansion, then a town, and now a mayor city. She had come to Liberty City, tracking Umbrella, expecting to find maybe a secret lab or something, but instead she’d gotten stuck in a city struck by the T-Virus. She still didn’t know how it had happened… from what information she had gathered before everything fell apart, Umbrella had no interests in the city. Regardless, she was now concerned more with escape than finding info. Liberty City was scattered over three islands, isolated from the mainland, connected only by a single tunnel. Which happened to be closed due to a car accident, and completely impassable. She had arrived by plane, at St. Francis International, but now all the pilots were zombies. And unlike Chris, she had never bother getting a pilot certificate. So, that left the seaway.
Currently, she was heading for the yacht harbor on the east side of Staunton Island, below the luxury apartments. There, she hoped, she could find a small boat, and she knew how to pilot those. She’d had a stroke of good luck, shortly after the T-Virus broke out across the city. She’d been in Shoreside Vale when it became clear what was happening, and while escaping from a group of zombies, she’d stumbled into a house in Witchita Gardens, and found a stockpile of weapons. A wide selection, ranging from a 9mm Beretta, to an old-fashioned Rocket Launcher. When she’d also found a bullet-proof hummer in the garage, it became clear that the house had belonged to some sort of crime-lord. Regardless, she’d loaded her new arsenal into the hummer, and set out across the city. The zombies were too slow to do much more than moan while she drove by, and she wouldn’t have to worry about the zombie dogs that had been so troublesome in Raccoon City – a local law forbade the presence of dogs on the streets, which meant that whoever actually owned a dog, had it locked up nice and tight.
Suddenly, her thoughts were broken in a flash. She had hardly even had the time to notice the sound of a helicopter passing overhead, when a pair of feet smashed through the front of her car. Bulletproof, maybe, but not Nemesis-proof. There was no doubt as to who it was. Another Nemesis. Standing on the front of her car. The engine was making unpleasant sounds, and she couldn’t see a thing. Then, she heard a crashing sound, and suddenly she was sailing through the windshield, right into the Nemesis. The car had hit a lamppost, and the impact had thrown her out… it had also smashed the Nemesis’ back into the lamppost, but he didn’t seem to mind. Before she even had the time to figure out what was up and what was down, he had her by the throat, and was lifting her up in the air. Most of her weapons had been in the trunk, all she had on her was her Berretta, which was about as much use against Nemesis as a watergun. Things were looking pretty bleak, as tentacles snaked out of his free left hand, ready to turn her into a zombie…
But the scientist who had created him had made a mistake… He had assumed, as a matter of course, that the basic, mental programming given to the Nemesis would overmatch any instincts he might have, even if they were in direct contravention of his orders. Which was the case now. His orders were to kill the woman he now held in his hand, but his instincts sung to a different tune. His deformed nostrils flared as he smelled a woman for the first time, up close, all at once. Maybe it wouldn’t have worked out that way if he had been forced to track her down, catching faint traces of pheromone in the air at first, but as it was, his senses were assailed by an overdose. His orders became fainter and fainter, and with a soundless crack, his mind broke. All the directives and orders that Umbrella had input into his simple brain were erased, leaving only one thing: Instinct. In other words, lust.
Gasping for air, Jill searched desperately for a way out of her plight. She didn’t know why Nemesis’ lethal hand had stopped in the air, but having certain death hovering a few inches from her face didn't make her feel comfortable. Suddenly, she noticed something that made her gasp, and not from lack of air. The front of the black coat that Nemesis was wearing, was bulging out massively. She knew what it had to be, but her mind denied it. He was a genetically engineered lifeform, there were no reason for him to have the equipment for mating… yet, what else could it be? Making a quick decision, she landed a straight kick at the base of the bulge, and was rewarded with a wheezing sound from the creature, and a slackening of the grip on her throat. Tearing herself loose, she landed on the ground next to the car, and was about to break into a dead run, when a punch landed on the back of her head.
Once again, the world spun around her, and she only barely managed to stop her fall with her hands. She landed on hands and knees, skinning both, and shook her head to clear it. Which took too long. A massive hand landed between her shoulders, and forced her face into the asphalt. It also deformed her full breasts painfully. She struggled to escape, but the strength of her opponent was terrifying, and she couldn’t move more than an inch. Then, she felt the other hand, groping at her butt, and redoubled her, ultimately futile, attempts to get loose. After a few failed attempts to find the waistband of her trousers, Nemesis solved the problem by simply gripping a handful of the fabric, and tearing the pants right off her body.
Jill gasped for breath, both due to the compression of her chest, and the shock of what was happening. Certainly, she was no virgin – that night with Chris had seen to that – but to be raped by a monstrous creature like that! Added to that, judging from the bulge she had seen on his coat, he was severely well equipped. Painfully so, probably. She sobbed at her own helplessness, a feeling that was wholly alien to her. She had always been a bossy girl, a tomboy even. Nobody had ever bullied her at school, and as she grew up she had become an arms specialist… in short, she was used to always being on top, of being in control of herself and her surroundings. Being at the mercy of somebody else was a new and horrifying feeling.
While all these thought ran through Jill’s head, Nemesis was fumbling with his coat. His instincts told him to fuck the female before him, but his instincts didn’t know about overcoats. Here, however, Umbrella’s basic programming came to his assistance. He was programmed to identify a target, and calculate a way to get to it, and although the targets that Umbrella had given him were lost, the method was not. In many ways, Nemesis was like an Idiot Savant, utterly clueless on most matters, but incredibly smart on a single subject. That subject included getting from A to B, even if A happened to be a cock, and B was a pussy. Thus, he grasped the principle of zippers and buttons within seconds, starting out from a knowledge base that had not included the ability to undress.
Fumbling with a zipper that had not been build for hands the size of frying pans, he managed to open the bottom of his cloak. As soon as it was opened enough, his deformed cock sprang out into the air like a chained beast that had been released from long captivity. It was certainly not a pretty sight, knotted and knobby, but it was both long and thick. Still, it would not appeal to very many women… not that he cared. Below him, the woman redoubled her efforts to escape, reacting violently to the sound of the zipper, but she didn’t have a chance. The beast had been released, and now it would feed.
As the disgusting creature leaned over her, she could smell his breath… it was sickening, like rotten meat. Which was pretty much a description of her rapist. As she felt a round object nudge at her vulva, she gave up her futile attempts at escape, and instead braced for the pain she knew would come. During her career, she had been bitten, punched, shot, scratched and pierced by sharp objects. She had known pain, and now she prepared to learn of a new kind. She tightened her jaws, knowing that a scream would do little but attract zombies…
Nemesis was immensely strong, and her pussylips parted before his intruding member like water before an onrushing supertanker… a comparison that was none to remote for Jill. Chris had taken her virginity shortly after she had joined S.T.A.R.S. – her roughness had kept the suitors away till then – and later, she had used a couple of dildos to get herself off. But none of those had been more than an inch or so across. Nemesis’ knobby tool was more than twice that, and her cunt was completely unprepared for such girth. As it stretched to accommodate the gargantuan cock, Jill writhed in pain, convinced that she was being torn up, and bleed to death on the concrete. But of course, such was not the case. Build to allow the exit of a child, her pussy quickly adjusted to the spreading, and the pain abated. It did not disappear, not by half, but it lessened to such a degree that she could begin to feel other things too.
The first thing she noted was the knobby texture of Nemesis’ invading instrument. Both Chris’ cock and her dildos had been perfectly smooth, but the mutated staff that now raped her had numerous irregularities, veins, knobs and knots, that broke its contour. Those, sliding over her taut pussylips, and occasionally hitting her clit, began to create in her the first signs of arousal. As the feeling of humiliations and shame at taking pleasure in this most unnatural rape hit her, she also reasoned that it wasn’t such a bad thing… Nemesis’ initial thrust had gone into a completely dry pussy, creating fiery friction, and adding to the pain. But now, her cunt was starting to generate lubrication, and that pain disappeared too.
It was still rather unpleasant, though. Even with the pain of friction gone, and the pain of stretching lessened, the length of the cock generated considerable pain. It went in deeper than anything she’d ever had up there before, stretching areas that had been virginal until that point. She thought that she could actually feel it hitting the entry into her womb, the very bottom of her cunt. And it hit hard… it came as no surprise that Nemesis was no gentle lover, but the wildness still amazed her. Though human in shape, he was now acting every bit like a beast, putting all his considerable strength into every thrust. Bit by bit, he was actually pushing her across the asphalt, and the rough surface generated an additional bit of pain in her stiffening nibbles.
Her arousal grew, as the pleasure began to override the pain. That generated more pussyjuice, which enabled Nemesis to fuck faster, which aroused her further, and so on. Soon, she could feel a familiar pressure build within her, the beginning of an orgasm. The thought of getting off on being raped by an inhuman monster didn’t seem so important now, with her moment of ultimate pleasure so close. When Nemesis started speeding up his thrusts, it pushed her over the edge. She had to bite down hard to keep from screaming her orgasm out, and found it to be even harder than enduring the pain of Nemesis’ first entry. His now easy thrust kept her flying for several minutes, but when she came down, her brain started working again. The way he was speeding up was familiar to her, Chris used to do exactly the same thing shortly before he came…
Could she become pregnant with this creature? No, that wasn’t possible, was it? Back when her and Chris had sex on a regular basis, she had been on the pill, but after the whole Umbrella affair began, both of them had been too busy for sex, and she’d decided to stop, in order to save money. She now regretted it, but intellectually she knew he wouldn’t be able to impregnate her… the genetic differences between them were to great. More important was, what would he do after he’d gotten his rocks off? Kill her? Entirely possible… she had to find a way to escape! The moment he came, he’d be distracted, and maybe she’d be able to pull herself away from him and run for it, if she could get a handhold of some kind.
Her whole body shaking from the impact of Nemesis’ thrusts, she began searching around frantically with her hands. Nothing but rough asphalt and slick metal… metal?!? Blinking her eyes to clear away the tears that had arrived with the orgasm, she looked in the direction of her right hand, and saw a machine gun lying on the street, just within her reach. It was the M-16 she had picked up back at the house! It had to have been thrown out of the car by the impact… Stretching her arm as far as it would go, she tried to get a hold on the rifle, but the metal confirmed her initial impression by being slick. Every time she had almost gotten a hold on it, another jarring impact from Nemesis’ loins would shake her, and she lost her grip.
Finally, Nemesis released a primal roar, and thrust forwards as hard as he could, sinking into her to the hilt, and holding it there while he began to pump a load of sperm directly into her womb. But the impact had pushed her another bit forwards, and as he stopped thrusting, she managed to get a hold of the barrel of the gun. As she pulled it in, it seemed as if time slowed down to a crawl. She felt his first two wads strike her uterus with a force like a garden hose, and then the rifle was in her hand. Pushing up with all her strength, she managed to get a bit off the ground, and the unprepared Nemesis didn’t have the time to push her back down before she used her leverage to throw her self forwards. His cock slid out of her, and his third wad hit her buttocks at point blank range, covering it in sticky sperm. She spun around as she fell, landing on her left shoulder as the fourth wad soaked the front of her clothes. She lifted the rifle in her right hand, aiming for his face. His cock, released from her pussy, had now had the tie to swing upwards, and the fifth and last wad shot out on a ballistic path, terminating in her face as she pulled the trigger. A short burst from the full-auto weapon tore through Nemesis’ head, causing him to scream out in pain as he toppled over.
Jill was on her feet in less than a second, quickly analyzing her situation and judging her options. All she had was the M-16, with a full clip, minus the burst she had just fired. That wasn’t enough to take down the Nemesis, she knew that. She had stronger weapons in the trunk of her crashed car, but Nemesis would be back on his feet before she could find them, and even if she did manage to find the rocket launcher, and bring it up to firing position, before he reached her, he would be so close that the blast could kill her as well. Also, her car was a wreck. That left only one option: To run. But where? She looked around, taking in every detail of her surroundings with senses that seemed supernaturally sharp. There! No more than a few hundred meters away, the central police station of Liberty City! It had a helipad, she knew, and she did know how to fly a helicopter… There had been helicopters at the airport too, but those had all been either out of fuel, locked, or taken by other survivors. Maybe no-one had thought of the police chopper.
The entire decision process took up about 1½ second, once again proving that the human brain is the greatest computer ever developed. By the time she set out across the empty roads towards the police station at a dead run, Nemesis had hardly sensed what was happening. Fear gives men wings, and women too. Jill covered the distance quickly enough to qualify for the Raccoon City running team, and prayed silently all the way, that the entry wouldn’t be blocked. It wasn’t. As soon as she was inside, she looked around and tried to get her bearings. She knew that locking the door behind her would be an exercise of futility.
Fortunately, police stations across the nation looked pretty much the same, and it didn’t take her long to figure out the way to the helipad. She walked though the station with all senses alert, and the M-16 ready to dispose of any monster that got in her way. But she didn’t meet any. No survivors, no zombies, no lickers, no nothing. It was starting to worry her some, but she also knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was feeling decidedly uncomfortable during her entire walk, though… her jeans and underwear were scattered, leaving her ass and pussy out in the air, and her blouse was soaked in Nemesis’ sperm. The wet fabric rubbed painfully over her nibbles whenever she moved, causing them to maintain a perpetual erectness. But when your life is on the line, such things fade into unimportance.
Luck wasn’t on her side… the helipad was empty, maybe somebody had already used it as an avenue of escape. Good for them. For her, it was back to the original plan: The harbor. But she’d need a car, or she’d have no chance of outrunning the Nemesis. From what she’d seen yet, there should be a parking lot for police cars out back, maybe some of those would still be there. Once again, she traversed the empty hallways of the police station. It bothered her some, that she still had no other weapons but her Baretta and the M-16, which she knew to eat up ammo faster than a sumo wrestler at a pie pigout. But she saw no evidence of guns anywhere. Probably, they’d been taken by whatever survivors had been through here before her, and the rest were under lock and key, as proscribed in the regulations. However, when she passed though the SWAT depot, she noticed that one of their body armors had a couple of flash-bangs attached. She picked them off, and placed them in her pockets (which were about all that was left of her jeans), but discarded the armor. Zombies didn’t use guns, and the armor didn’t protect the throat.
A little while later, her luck ran out. The familiar heavy footsteps resounded through the hallway, and the rusty voice moaning “S.T.A.R.S.” was unmistakable. Knowing that her only chance survival lay in escape, she quickly picked a door and jumped though it. Then she found out why the station had been abandoned. She was standing in a large room, with no decoration at all. The floor and ceiling were rough concrete, and the only source of light was a single, unshielded light bulb hanging from the ceiling. On the other side of the room was a door, which her memory told her led to the holding cells. The front and back walls were as naked as the rest of the room. The side walls, however, was what attracted her attention. They were covered, end-to-end, top-to-bottom, with cages. And most of those were filled with zombie dogs.
It hit her in a flash. The local law against dogs. Any dog found on the streets was picked up for termination. This was their death row. And all the dogs here had been attacked by the T-Virus. Some of the cages had obviously been broken up from within… her research into the T-Virus had revealed that smaller animals were affected by the virus faster than humans were. So, the policemen had fled the building with a bunch of hellhounds snapping at their heels. Understandable. But unfortunately, not all of them had broken out back then. Most of the cages were still filled, and she knew that her chances would be all but nothing if they went after her. At the moment, they all seemed to be sleeping, and maybe if she moved quietly… But Nemesis was still hot on her heels, and the cages were built to hold in dogs of all sizes. Even the virus-enhanced strength of the demon-dogs would require a few seconds to break through. And if she could only reach the door on the other side, she’d be out of harms way.
The decision made, she sprinted across the room. Her boots made an audible noise when hitting the floor, and the hard-surface surrounding generated an echo, which amplified it several times. All around her, dogs sprang to their feet and growled. Some of them started attacking their cage doors, but she could see that her assessment was correct. They wouldn’t make it. She would. Then, something red-white fell from the ceiling in a blur. Her mind informed her that it had to be a licker, before her eyes even had time to focus on the loathsome creature, but it was still too late. The second it had its claws planted on the floor, its tongue snaked out, striking at her face. Reflexively, she raised her machinegun to block it, only to find out that the M-16 had been its target from the beginning. The slimy tongue rolled around the barrel, and pulled it out of her hands with the inhuman strength of a T-Virus monster. The slippery tongue couldn’t hold unto the slick steel, though, and it lost its hold on it in midair... but the inertia of the pull carried the weapon to the far corner. She now had nothing but her Baretta, and the first dogs were already breaking out of their cages.
Her hand flew to the concealed weapon at her waist, with a speed rivaling that of an Old West duelist, but the second her hand closed around it, a resounding crash shook the room. Nemesis had tracked her down and, possessing more brute strength than finesse, smashed through the door to get to her. The handgun would be about as useful against him, as spitballs would be against an elephant. She let go of the weapon… Leon had told her about how Ada Wong had almost beaten the so-called “Mr. X”, who was apparently an early model of the Nemesis, by shooting it with a handgun in the face, at point-blank range. If she kept the gun concealed, and if he moved to pick her up, she might have a chance to duplicate that trick, and make good her escape.
She had expected the dogs and the licker to either attack her outright, or flee before the Nemesis. But instead, they just circled around her growling and (in the case of the licker) hissing, while the Nemesis got closer… suddenly, she noticed that his coat was still open, and his giant cock was hanging out. It was hardening before her eyes, and as she saw it grow, she gasped at the thought that she’d had that colossus within her. What if he didn’t try to pick her up, but instead… she’d just decided to try a dash for her machinegun, shooting the dogs out of the way with her handgun, when something hit her in the back, throwing her to her knees. Before she had time to compose herself, she felt a weight on her back, and the pain of claws digging into her back…
Above her, she heard the panting of a zombie dog, and just when she’d figured that they’d decided to attack her after all, she felt something prodding at her exposed pussy. Her mind reeled at the impossibility of it… she could imagine that the new Nemesis might have been modified to humiliate her before killing her. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing Umbrella would do, but it was possible. But now, “ordinary” zombie dogs, creatures that she had fought on numerous occasions, were also trying to get to her pussy instead of her throat.
The Queen Ant gene was aptly named. Rather than giving the ability to order zombies around, like a commanding sergeant with a group of grunts, it granted complete and utter control of all their mental faculties. Basically, Nemesis took over the minds of all T-Virus victims near him. His basic purpose translated directly to them, and thus, his bestial desire to mate with the woman he had been ordered to kill was transferred too. Actually, the dogs didn’t want to screw her, they wanted to kill her, but their fragile will had been completely pushed aside by Nemesis.
She gasped as she felt it enter her. It wasn’t nearly as thick or long as Nemesis’ cock, but the humiliation of it was much greater. True, Nemesis wasn’t human, but he at least looked vaguely like one. This creature was 100% beast, turned all the more feral by the virus. Being raped was one thing, but being raped by a dog was the final destruction of her self-image. She had always believed that she was capable of protecting herself, an image reinforced by the events at the mansion as well as her escape from Raccoon City. But now, she was suffering the ultimate humiliation, and she was powerless to prevent it. She gasped again as she felt something hit her outer labia. She hazily remembered that she’d once heard that dogs had an inflatable bulge, called a knot, at the base of their cocks. Once inside a bitch, it would grow to the point where it couldn’t get out for a while. Called a “Tie”, the purpose was to make sure that the dog’s sperm stayed inside the bitch until it had had a good chance to cause a pregnancy.
Small blessings… her pussy had been widened severely by Nemesis less than an hour hence, and the pain when the dog forced the knot into her was minimal. She was also pretty sure that he would not be able to tie with her. He didn’t seem to care, though… he was going at it with gusto, thrusting with a speed no man could have matched. Even when Nemesis had been at his fastest, he hadn’t approached the velocity that this dog was so effortlessly putting out. That was probably the reason why she was already getting wet, too. It certainly couldn’t be because she was getting used to it…
Her line of thought was broken by the sound of claws clicking on the floor in front of her. Looking up, she saw the licker standing – if it could be called that – right in front of her nose. Droll was running from the corner of its mouth, and she could clearly see its exposed brain pulsing. She swallowed something. Nemesis had been humanoid. These dogs at least resembled the creatures they had once been. But the licker was wholly alien, modified from it original form to such as extend as to be unrecognizable. Her research had revealed that approximately one in a hundred humans were affected differently by the T-Virus, turning into lickers or other semi-humanoid creatures. They were stronger, faster, and somewhat smarter than the average zombie.
That was a fact. The licker had once been a human being, and the orders that were now streaming into his brain evoked hazy memories. As a man, he’d had a thing for big boobs and tight asses, and now that lust was flooding mind, those preferences mixed with the new orders. Thus, when his mind told him to screw the woman in front of him, he did not wait in line for her pussy like the dogs did. One of his clawed hands shot out, and tore away the front of her dress. She screamed in surprise, and the red lines on her otherwise milky-white boobs showed that he had perhaps been a little too close. Not that he cared. His tongue, one full meter long thanks to the virus, shot out towards the tempting orbs. With the extra fine muscular control, which was meant to make the lickers into a superb killing machine, he snaked his tongue around one of them, and squeezed hard.
Jill screamed again, no longer caring what she might attract. It had to be some kind of surreal nightmare… she had thought so too, the first two times she’d seen the T-Virus in action, but this time it had gotten a lot weirder. The feeling of the long, slimy tongue wrapped around her tender breasts gave her goosebumps, and it was quite painful when he squeezed the top of them. Her nibbles had been erect all the time, but now they felt as if they were about to explode. It got worse when the licker pushed the rest of his tongue out, wrapping it around both of her boobs in an 8-figure. She was sobbing now, overwhelmed by too many different impressions. Pain, disbelief, fear, hopelessness and a strange, perverted pleasure…
Nemesis had thus far only been a spectator. Unlike the licker, he had never been human, and his lust stemmed entirely from the animal’s instinctive wish to impregnate a female. But now, he was getting some alternate feedback from the licker, and when it became clear that the creature was finding sexual pleasure in licking the breasts of the female, his brain started working. It was possible to screw in other ways than the obvious, the pussy. The pussy was a highly sensitive orifice. The breasts were also highly sensitive, but were not an orifice. Thus, it was likely that sexual pleasure could also be found in fucking other orifices, sensitive or not. With that conclusion, Nemesis began moving towards her.
The dogs swiftly stepped out of his way as he approached her. The licker, who was standing between Jill and Nemesis, rapidly crabbed to the side, never letting go of Jill’s boobs. Jill was still sobbing, and panting for breath. Nemesis had used the time it took him to walk the distance to analyze the human anatomy for orifices of appropriate size. While there were no other holes that fully fit the bill, two entries into the body held the potential. With sufficient stretching, he calculated, the mouth and ass could accommodate a cock. He went for the closest.
Lost in her own misery, Jill had failed to hear the heavy footsteps of the Nemesis. But she couldn’t fail to notice it when he dropped to his knees in front of her. Once again, she looked up from the floor she had been starring at so far, and drew in her breath sharply. His cock was pointing straight up, thicker than her wrists and almost as long as her forearm. It looked even bigger close up. She could see it pulse, obviously hard as steel… but… he couldn’t mean… She gasped as his huge hand closed around her slim throat from behind, lifting her upper body off the floor by it. Immediately short on breath due to the exertions she had been though so far, she searched desperately for a place to put her hands, so that she could support herself.
Having calculated that his cock’s position was too high to enable an entry into the woman’s mouth, Nemesis sat back on his haunches, supporting his weight partly on one of his hands, while pulling Jill forwards with the other. The dog, who was still fucking but getting close, danced after her on two legs, a sight which might have evoked a laugh if Umbrella had outfitted him with a sense of humor. Jill’s questing hands quickly found his knees, and she was able to take some of her weight off her throat, drawing a shaking breath. As the ham-sized hand finally released her, she realized that she had practically walked straight up on his lap. Her face was now little more than an inch from the disgusting cock that had raped her earlier.
Looking up, she could see the face of the Nemsis very clearly. He wore the same frozen look of cruelty as the one she had fought in Raccoon City. It made him look meaner, more brutal, and much more frightening than possible for a human being. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have scared her much. She’d seen it up close before, hanging from his fist, but the events of the day had broken her spirit. She feared him, and she feared what he would do to her if she didn’t do what he so obviously wanted her to do. And so, Jill destroyed what was left of her self-confidence by taking her first semi-voluntary step into the chaos of sex and violence that surrounded her.
Nemesis had not been created with the ability to be surprised. And so, it didn’t shock him to see the woman haltingly approach his cock with her face, and take one lick at the bulbous cockhead. Instead, he treated it as data: When you place a cock close to the face of a woman, she licks it. It didn’t take long for him to add more data to that conclusion.
Jill swallowed hard, and looked at the thickness of the instrument. She doubted that he would be satisfied with a mere licking. Chris never had been. But Chris had only been about 1½ inch thick. Could she even get it into her mouth? She had to try, at least. Now that her decision was made, and her final surrender became a reality, she didn’t fight it anymore. She had crossed the final line when she licked him the first time, and now there was no turning back. At least she’d found out that it didn’t taste badly. As matter of fact, it tasted almost exactly like any normal human cock… well, she could only really judge from Chris’, but still! The mutated appearance of Nemesis’ rod had made her fear an equally ugly taste. So…
Leaning further forwards to get a better angle, she lowered her face into the huge cockhead, as if kissing it. Then, as her lips touched the cockhead, she started spreading them, becoming more and more convinced that it would never fit. She was very afraid of what would happen if she accidentally scraped the sensitive head with her teeth… and just as afraid of what would happen if she failed to get it in. Her lips had almost reached the ridge, the bottom of the head, when she felt her teeth touch the head, top and bottom. No way she could get it all the way in.
Nemesis had a different idea. While he was not unable to feel pain, it was to him a small thing. And his instincts wanted full penetration, and he reacted to that. Never mind that his instincts hadn’t kept up with his mind’s recent discovery of non-vaginal sex. A hand on the back of her head, a quick push, and the cockhead disappeared all the way in, her lips closing around the shaft right beneath the ridge.
Jill gagged. The huge head filled her entire mouth, pressing her tongue uncomfortably into the bottom of her mouth. Her teeth was locked under the ridge, and she felt sure that she wouldn’t be able to get it out until the swelling had gone down some. So, to make that happen she started sucking hard on the huge cockhead. Her tongue, compressed as it was, moved over the underside of it, paying special attention to the sensitive ridge. That, she hoped, would make him cum sometime soon. She didn’t think much about what would happen when he did.
At that point, the dog that had been screwing her pussy with ferocious energy so far, finally got his rocks off. The lack of friction in her stretched pussy, courtesy of Nemesis, had caused him to last a lot longer than was his habit, but now he was shooting ropes of doggy cum deep into her womb. Jill, having already abandoned all semblance of decency, took what pleasure she could get. The feeling of his wad hitting the inside of her pussy was erotic, regardless of who delivered it, and she redoubled her efforts on Nemesis’ cock. Which, unfortunately, wasn’t saying much. The huge cockhead was so firmly lodged in her mouth that she literally couldn’t move it more than a millimeter. Even with the sucking and licking, the pleasure she was giving him was minimal.
Now, a fact that had so far evaded her became important. In the previous two cases where she had fought zombie dogs, they had all been of the same specie. At the mansion, it had been Dobermans, kept there as guard dogs until the T-Virus got loose. In the city, it had been mainly German Shepherds, former police dogs, as well as a few others. All medium-sized dogs, because those were the best for protection, due to a good balance of speed and strength. But the dogs in the cages were strays, picked off the streets. They ranger from tiny poodles (they looked positively ridiculous… even more than before they got the virus) to huge St. Bernards. The first dog that had gotten to her had been a Shepherd, but as he left her, a new dog stepped up. He was a St. Bernard, and while such dogs can look pretty cuddly with they thick fur, the effects of the virus had robbed him of all his hair. Now, all that was left was the huge amount of muscle that had always been hiding under it. In size, he rivaled a small pony, and his cage had been absolutely stuffed…
He also had the cock to fit his size. And thanks to the mental control of the Nemesis, he knew that there were other possibilities than the cunt. With the first dog, the control of Nemesis had been complete, pushing aside all free will the dog had ever held. But with Jill working on his cock, he was somewhat distracted, and his control thus weakened. But the influence from his lust-infested mind had affected the dogs, and although it took a bit longer, they were starting to remember an earlier life. As with the licker, the lust was calling up pictures of earlier conquests. Willing bitches, lengthy ties, tight cunts. Added to that was the new realization that he could choose other holes than the obvious. And the fact that he had once been a pretty smart dog.
He had been the leader of a pack of stray dogs, before he got caught, and the pack had been rather mixed in the race department. Thus, he knew that when a small male screwed a big bitch, it took a long time and wasn’t nearly as much fun. All those things, whirling around in a doggy brain, affected by the T-Virus and the loose control of the Nemesis. The result was a rational choice, something dogs otherwise isn’t known for. Jill, of course, never realized that. She just trembled slightly as she felt a huge tongue run over her pussy, and continue all the way up her ass-crack. Licking a bit before mating was a dog instinct, coming out with the lessened control. Which was fortunate, since it added a good bit of lubrication, from the thick drool of the dog. Dog dicks got a limited level of self-lubrication, but what happened next would probably have been a good bit more painful if it hadn’t been for that lick…
When the weight of the dog suddenly rested on her back, she nearly collapsed. This one weighed quite a bit more than the previous one… good thing she’d always worked rather heavily on her upper body strength. Thanks to that, and arms used to logging around heavy weapons, she was still able to keep herself up. She felt him poking around for her pussy… probably tough when you can’t see what you’re doing. He was going too high… maybe if she lifted her ass a bit…
Suddenly, she felt the pointy tip of his dong touch her asshole, and realized what was going on. Chris had asked her about anal sex on several occasions, but she’d always refused, afraid that it would hurt too much… and now, it seemed as if she was about to surrender her anal virginity to a large, demonic dog. She would have gasped when the tip of his cock started forcing its way into her tightly clenched asshole, but with Nemesis’ pulsing cockhead filling her mouth, she couldn’t utter much more than a muffled moan. It was her luck that dog cocks are somewhat pointier than a man’s, making the forced entry a bit easier. But the dog was well equipped, and she’d never had anal sex before… she’d never even tried to insert a finger there while frigging herself.
Even with the slobber left on her rear hole by the dog’s tongue, the friction was enormous. But the dog was muscular, and his strength was further enhanced by the T-Virus. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, he forced his cock deeper into her. As the rim of her asshole was stretched more and more, the sensation grew from somewhat uncomfortable, to genuinely painful. She tried to scream as she felt her poor little hole expand more and more, but as with her earlier gasps, it was muffled by the cockhead in her mouth. Finally, the dog managed to force it in to the widest point. At that point, Jill was convinced that her asshole was ruined, that she’d never be able to clench it together again. She was just as amazed that it hadn’t ripped as she’d been when Nemesis’ huge prick had failed to tear open her pussy.
While the big dog started forcing the rest of his shaft into her, widening her innards bit by bit, Nemesis was getting impatient. The stimulation that the woman administered to the tip of his tool simply wasn’t enough, not even with the pleasant vibrations she had somehow created in her mouth two times now. His instincts told him to ram it deeper, but he could see that it wasn’t possible. Once again, his highly specialized mind attacked a problem, and the answer was quickly found. The angle was the problem. He had to change the angle, so that her throat was straight. But if he changed his position to fix that, she would loose her handhold, and be unable to reach high enough. At that point, the old Nemesis would have had to give up, unable to find a solution. But the old one had been unable to include anybody but himself and his target in his calculations.
He reasserting complete control over the licker, turning it into an extension of his own body. The licker, who had so far been working over Jill’s nibbles and boobs in various ways, stiffened briefly, and started moving. His close-to-the-ground walk enabled him to actually walk under Jill. He could then crab to the side, moving so that his legs and arms were on either side of Nemesis’ legs. As soon as he was in position, Nemesis gripped the completely unprepared girl by the back of her neck, and pulled his knees out from under her. He repositioned himself, so that he was kneeling in front of her instead of sitting, which lifted his cock several inches further off the floor. He lifted her along, her gasps for breath almost inaudible around the fat cockhead that was still lodged firmly in her mouth. Again, her hands searched desperately for something to support herself on.
At the same time, the licker reacted to the Nemesis’ command, and lifted his body off the floor. Jill’s hands found him, and before she knew it, she was supporting her full weight – as well as that of the dog – on the back of the creature. Before she really had time to think about how strange it was to see that degree of cooperation in mindless monsters, she got something else to worry about. The change of position meant that she had her head bend back about as far as it would go, and she was starring straight down Nemesis’ cock, which was now parallel with the floor. Its stiffness pulled it upwards, though, and she felt a strain in her neck from holding it down. Why, she wondered, had he changed his position thus? Unfortunately, Chris had never introduced her to deep-throating, figuring that she would probably refuse it anyway, so she had no idea of what was happening.
Satisfied that, with his new position, he had her entire throat straightened out before him, he gripped her behind the head with both of his hands, and started pushing his crotch into her. The power involved were extreme, and Nemesis had no comprehension of the frailty of the human female. He merely did something, which his build-in knowledge of anatomy (meant to make him a more efficient killer) told him was possible.
The pain that resulted drowned out every other sensory impression. She had felt pain when Nemesis first raped her, and when the dog forced itself up her ass, but this was worse. Nemesis was immensely strong, and the pressure at the back of her skull convinced her that her head would soon explode if she didn’t do anything. Despite her ignorance as to the entire concept of deep-throating, she wasn’t late in figuring it out. So, she did the only thing she could do, and aligned the cock with her throat. She relaxed it as best she could, and slowly she felt the head, that had been so difficult to even get into her mouth, enter her throat. The pressure was extreme, and the stretching was unbelievably painful. She gagged constantly, but with no other result than filling her eyes with tears. Now that he’d gotten the head inside, Nemesis was wasting no time. Had they cared, the dogs on her side – they were still circling her, waiting for their turn at her ass – could have seen a huge bulge moving slowly down her throat, easily visible. Then, as Nemesis continued to force more of his incredible length into her, the large bulge disappeared under her ribs, but her entire throat was still obviously stretched.
Finally, he bottomed out. His cockhead was lodged deep inside her – somewhere around her belly, it felt like – and she was staring straight into his hairless crotch with teary eyes. A second later, she was jolted by another shock of pain. At her other end, the dog had had his entire length inside of her, and had tried futilely to force his knot into her ass well. Those initial pushes had gone unnoticed due to the pain in her throat, but this time he had pulled half his cock out, getting a “runup”, and smashed inwards with all his strength. And succeeded. His knot now lodged firmly inside of her ass, right on the other side of the painfully stretched hole, it inflated. The pressure made her asshole bulge outwards, and it insured that he wouldn’t be able to pull out until he’d delivered his load in the deepest reaches of her innards.
Tears was now flowing freely from her eyes, and droll ran out the corners of her mouth. Her self-image and spirit already smashed, the combined pain and humiliation she was receiving from all directions was slowly driving her mad. All semblance of resistance was disappearing along with the ragged remains of her pride. She knew that she had no chance of escape, surrounded as she was on all sides, and the T-Virus had provided all of them with virtually infinite stamina. They wouldn’t kill her, she knew that now, at least not deliberately. They were unsatiable, they would continue fucking her in every imaginable way (and probably a few unimaginable, as they had already demonstrated), until she dropped dead from exhaustion. And then, she figured, they’d probably keep fucking her dead body.
With all mental blocks removed, she surrendered herself fully to the situation, no longer denying the pleasure she was taking from the simultaneous assaults on all of her orifices. It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt, is was just… a good kind of hurt. And not only the pain. It seemed that the debasement, the very humiliation of it all, was bringing her pleasure. She was submitting herself, mind, body and soul, to animals and monsters, and she was enjoying it. There was no point in resisting, mentally or physical. With that decision, she became more than a victim. She became a voluntary participant.
Now that the dog was securely locked within her, and had no fear of accidentally popping out, he was giving her all he had. The knot was so cleverly constructed that it allowed most of his cock to pass through it, as it had been a ball with a hole through the middle. But it would not go further up his cock than about halfway. With that backstopper, he could boost his speed mightily, adding to both his own pleasure and Jill’s. Having given herself up, she was now enjoying the ferocious assfuck, and wouldn’t have minded if it were a bit faster. With that realization came instant action. She started moving herself, pushing back to meet his thrusts, and moving her mouth and throat over Nemesis’ huge cock at the same time.
She couldn’t move nearly as fast as the dog, but her valiant efforts nonetheless added both speed and depth to the fuck. Nemesis was also getting his share of the pleasure. Jill’s throat fit over his cock as snugly as a sleeve, generating incredible pressure on every square inch of throbbing male flesh. When she started moving, the added friction doubled the sensation. And when she started sucking on the staff too, and caressing the underside of it as it moved in and out of her mouth (the staff itself wasn’t quite as thick as the head, granting her tongue more mobility), he felt as if the cum was being pulled right out of his balls.
She could feel the cock in her throat throb faster, and with her sensitive tongue she could also feel the large vein on the underside of it, through which the sperm would move, expanding slightly. He would soon cum, filling her stomach with fat wads of sperm. The knowledge generated no fear of disgust, only disappointment that he was too deep inside of her to get a chance to taste it. Just then, the doggy dick in her ass jumped, and started spewing its load deep in her bowels. It was hot, and the feeling of it inside of her turned her on immensely. He continued filling her for a few minutes, and as soon as he was done, tried to pull out. The rim of her asshole bulged out obscenely form the pressure, but the knot was far too big to get out of her untried ass. So, while Nemesis’ first wad of cum started making its way down his foot-long cock, he resolutely swung one of his legs over her while stepping off her back. Seconds later, they were standing ass-to-ass, his preferred position for waiting for the swelling to go down.
With the removal of the oppressive weight on her back, Jill gained a good deal of mobility, which she used almost instantly. She moved back, pulling her throat off Nemesis’ cock, hoping that she could perhaps get a taste of his cum after all. His first wad had gone off deep inside her, and she could feel it lying there, hotter than its surroundings. The second wad came while she was still sliding back, and she enjoyed the sensation of the slimy mass gliding slowly down her throat to join the first wad. Finally, the cockhead popped through the opening to her throat, filling up her mouth as before. When the third wad came, it filled her mouth completely. Her cheeks bulged out, and she was surprised that she didn’t have cum running out her nose. She could feel it on her tongue, enjoying both texture and taste. Then, she quickly swallowed it, and spread her jaws as far as they would go. With a sudden pull, she managed to get the pulsing cockhead out between her teeth. Gasping briefly for air, the fourth wad hit her while her mouth was only halfway open, and mainly covered her face. She did get a good mouthful, though, which she eagerly swallowed after first enjoying the taste. Then, she opened her mouth wide, and quickly grasped the spurting cock in both hands before it could swing up. Her aim was good (as always), and the fifth wad flew through the air, and right into her waiting mouth. Assuming correctly that it was the last, she took her time to enjoy it in her mouth, while some of it dribbled down her chin.
Finally swallowing, she looked expectantly up at her master, waiting for him to take the initiative for their next fuck. Having turned into a submissive, she was incapable of taking the initiative herself. Nemesis, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure of what to do. His programming wasn’t made for repeating the same action over and over, since you rarely have to kill the same person twice, but his lust was far from sated. Basically, he still needed to fuck, but he didn’t feel like doing the same thing over and over.
The problem was solved for him, as the knot in Jill’s ass finally collapsed enough for the dog to pull it out. Her asshole remained open, seemingly gasping for air while bits of cum ran out of it. Almost unconsciously, she arched her back, preventing the dog cum from running out. She wanted to keep it inside of her.
Nemesis could now see that she had three empty orifices, and that he had so far only screwed two of them. So, he figured, screwing the third would fulfill both of his criteria. Walking around to her back, he pushed aside the Labrador who’d thought he was next in line, and kneeled down. Jill had already figured out what he was going to do, but while it would otherwise have filled her with fear, she now felt nothing but expectancy. Holding down his still hard instrument, Nemesis pushed his cockhead at her asshole. The circumstances were on his side. The hole was still open, and wet from droll and cum, and his cock was wet from her spittle. But even with all those things, for him to get his fat cock into an ass which had been virginal less than half an hour ago, would require a lot of strength. Which happened to be something he had plenty of. He took hold of her, right above the hips, his large hands almost encircling her slim midsection, and pulled her back while he pushed forwards.
The hole spread, but not enough. It wouldn’t give. Jill felt it too, and it annoyed her. She no longer gave a rat’s ass about pain, she just wanted that huge cock inside her asshole. She leaned forwards, causing the licker (who had resumed his caress of her boobs when Nemesis had released him from total control) to hastily withdraw his tongue. Supporting her weight on her breasts, ignoring her pain in her nibbles, she reached back with both hands, and used them to pull her asscheeks apart. That did the difference. Finally giving way to the pressure from all sides, the hole opened up just enough to allow Nemesis’ cockhead to enter. Jill screamed in pure pleasure, hoping that the stretching would never disappear. The thought that her asshole had been converted from a simple sewer, to a place where others could find pleasure, made her extremely horny. She pushed back as hard as she could, grinding her boobs along the rough concrete floor, and enjoying the pain. The space first stretched by the dog was now expanded by Nemesis.
His plundering cock, assisted by his strength and her own eagerness, forced itself deeper and deeper. She hadn’t even swallowed half of it, when she felt it pass the deepest point reached by the dog. From the close look she’d gotten earlier, she figured that Nemesis was probably equipped with close to a foot and a half of thick, hard meat, and she was probably still missing more than half a foot. She couldn’t wait to get it all inside of her. She could feel a trickle of something running down her asscrack, something too thin to be cum, but even when she figured that it probably was blood, she didn’t care. If Nemesis fucked her ass to pieces, and then left her to the pack of dogs, she couldn’t be happier.
Trying to get better leverage, to push back harder, she released her grip on her buns, and pushed herself off the ground instead. It added some friction, some pain, and some pleasure, and she enjoyed all of those. Her head now back in an appropriate height, one of the dogs walked up to her face. Inspired by Nemesis’ partial control, he jumped up so that his paws rested on her shoulders, and then walked forwards. As his crimson cock approached her face, she eagerly accepted it into her mouth, and started sucking hard. It saddened her then, that the way most of her lovers was build, it was probably impossible for her to have a cock in each of her three holes at the same time.
But the licker, who’d missed something to do while her boobs had been to close to the ground for a proper tongue lashing, had already started the next-best thing. From beside her, her snaked his tongue in between her legs, and into her pussy. After briefly caressing her clit, it rushed into the slit itself, and Jill’s body shook with multiple orgasms as she was stimulated in mouth, pussy and ass at the same time. Actually, they were the first orgasms she’d had during that session, but that wasn’t important. Her purpose was to give pleasure to others, not to experience it herself. What pleasure she got was incidental, a mere byproduct.
The dog came after no more than five minutes of hard sucking, filling her mouth with cum that was very different than what Nemesis had given her. Thinner, hotter, and not quite as tasty. More salty, sort of. And not nearly as much… even though she caught all three of his wads in her mouth, it hardly filled it up, but she nonetheless enjoyed swallowing it. There was just something about that slimy feeling in the throat… and besides, what the dogs might be lacking in quality, they made up for in numbers. On a loose count, there were probably around thirty dogs in the room, more rather than fewer, counting only those of appropriate size. And with the Nemesis camping at her ass, they were lining up to empty their balls in her hot mouth.
Behind her, Nemesis had finally managed to get it all the way in. 1½ foot of cock, lodged deep inside her… when she felt his loins collide with her ass, she drew a long, shaking sigh. He’d done it, and now – she was sure – he would fuck her long and hard in her once-tight ass, wrecking it for all times to come. Then, she opened her mouth to accommodate the next dog.
Nemesis had no intention of disappointing her. The friction in her ass was huge, though, making it difficult to get a real fuck going. But he had the strength to make it happen anyway. Tightening his grip on her middle, he pulled back hard. It would undoubtedly have pulled her along, if he hadn’t been holding her in place. His cock pulled the stretched hole outwards with it, creating an even more obscene bulge than the dog had… it was as if her ass wouldn’t let go of him, as if it was afraid that he was pulling out for good. But he wasn’t. As soon as the ridge of his cockhead touched the edges of the asshole, he thrust forwards, employing all of his colossal strength. In one movement, her buried himself to the root in her hot ass, jolting her forward despite his hands on her hips. Her nose buried in the hairless crotch of a zombified Labrador, Jill swooned at the sensations in her ass, knowing that her pain brought great pleasure to her master.
Nemesis repeated that pattern a few times, pulling out slowly, and smashing in fiercely. Under that heavy assault, the muscles of her insides were becoming increasing weak, and soon her ass had loosened to the point where he could start fucking for real. At that point, she was deep-throating a German Shepherd with an unusually long cock, and she used the push-and-pull motion of her monstrous master to speed up the throat-fucking of the dog. It came less than a minute later, spewing its cum straight into her throat. It left, and a new one took its place. She nearly buckled under the weight of the huge creature, and instantly recognized it. It was the same one who had broken in her ass less than fifteen minutes ago. As his huge cock approached her lips, she could smell the putrid stench of her own ass, mixing with the rotten air that always surrounded the victims of the T-Virus. The added humiliation thrilled her, as she took his tool into her mouth, cleaning away the mucus of her own ass with her tongue.
Practice makes perfect, and Jill was quickly perfecting her sucking techniques. The dogs came in rapid succession now, rarely taking more than five minutes to blow their load, and her belly was starting to feel pretty full. Instead of taking their cum directly into her mouth or throat, she started pulling them out just when they started cumming, and then try to aim it for her open mouth. It gave her an extra kick, sort of showing how eager to please she was, and it also decreased the amounts she actually had to swallow… it was difficult to predict how hard they would cum, so a lot of the cum ended up on her face or boobs.
Despite the tightness of her ass, Nemesis was taking his time cumming. While he did possess virtually infinite stamina, that skill did not translate to his balls. While the scientists hadn’t bothered decreasing his dong, they certainly hadn’t enhanced it either. So, while he did possess a size to make a horse turn green from envy, his balls weren’t particularly impressive. He had cum twice now, generating huge loads in both cases, but though he was still hard, his balls had a hard time coming up with a new load. And so, he just kept on fucking, for almost half an hour…
Fortunately, the licker had tired of exploring Jill’s pussy after some ten minutes, and before returning his attention to her luscious boobs, his tongue had snaked up to her ass, tracing its taut edges, and adding his slippery spittle to the existing lubrication. Without that, it would have turned into a rather dry pleasure for both Jill and Nemesis. But as it was, Jill was still merrily sucking away at dog number seven… or maybe eight… when Nemesis’ cock swelled in her ass. Quickly finishing the dog off and swallowing his load, she pulled out his cock to scream in painful pleasure as she felt the pumping motions begin within her. While this load didn’t quite carry as much pressure as the previous ones, it was still enough to make the sensitive innard lining in front of the cockhead sting from the impact, as the first jets of cum flew from the wide-open piss-slit.
Already filled to the point of bursting by Nemesis’ staff – which he had pushed in as deep as he could get it, as soon as he started cumming – the added pressure from the sperm generated a strange feeling of internal pressure which she found to be immensely enjoyable. She could picture how the extreme depth of the penetration, along with the pressure of his wads, and the tightness which prevented it from going back, was forcing the sperm deeper and deeper inside of her. She saw before her inner eye how it entered her stomach from the wrong side, there to join with the copious amount of cum she had already swallowed.
However, having presented that final gesture, Nemesis’ balls called the quits. They were incapable of generating another load, and as a direct result thereof, his cock could no longer maintain its hardness. As he pulled it out, it softened, and as it left her ass entirely, it hung like a dead rat between his legs. The cum he had just deposited within her was running, rather resembling a white version of Niagara Falls, and the hole itself and the area around it was so crimson red, that it almost seemed to be glowing. The wide-open hole gave ample opportunity for any interested parties to look straight into her body, and it would most likely be quite a while before it was able to close itself.
But right now, Nemesis was faced with a serious problem. He still felt lust, as fiery as ever, but the tool designed to react to that feeling no longer responded. Once again, he used the Queen Ant gene to assert his control over the dogs and the licker, seeking in them a solution to his problem. He found it in the licker. That one was still mauling Jill’s breast, although those were by now covered in his spit and severely sore from his untiring treatment. Nemesis recognized that the licker was finding pleasure in using other instruments than his cock – actually, the licker hadn’t used that one at all. Nemesis had a tongue too, but the licker was gifted with an abnormally long version of that, which enable him to use it as a sexual tool.
It was a hard nut to crack, requiring all of Nemesis’ mental faculties. But the good thing about a one-track mind is that it usually gets where it’s going, sooner or later. After several minutes of hard thinking, Nemesis succeeded in connecting the dots, and figured out that the tentacles nested in his right arm had about the appropriate size for entering one of the woman’s main orifices. Placing his hand next to her ass, he released one of his tentacles, and inserted it into her still-open ass. Jill gasped briefly at the cold, slimy sensation in her ass, before returning her attention to the cock of dog number ten.
Nemesis felt that his desires were being slightly lessened by the act, even though it didn’t have any connection to his instincts. It wasn’t quite enough to satisfy him, though, so a second tentacle shot out towards her pussy. Having recovered almost completely from Nemesis’ first rape, while he had been banging her ass, the cunt was now being taken back in use. The tentacle was slick, and it easily forced its way in. Highly subtle, the tentacle was nonetheless 100% muscle, and the way that it moved around inside of her, like a living snake, brought off Jill. She saw stars as she had a shattering orgasm, but her mouth never stopped sucking… it was becoming almost instinctive now.
Feeling a bit better after releasing the second tentacle, Nemesis calculated that his pleasure was directly proportional with the amount of tentacles he had inside of her. Reacting to that revelation, the remaining three shot out, searching for a good hole. One more went to either hole, that was easy. Her ass was now almost as full as it had been when he’d fucked it, although he wasn’t nearly as deep, and her pussy was actually being stretched. Having had more than half an hour in which to recover from her latest vaginal lover, a dog without any particularly impressive equipment, it had regained most of its customary tightness. However, with the addition of the third tentacle, either one of the holes would be stretched further than ever before.
Reexamining his knowledge of anatomy, Nemesis came to the conclusion that it might be very difficult indeed to get the third tentacle in to the asshole. The pussy, however, would be able to stretch that far, at least in theory. So, the third tentacle neared the tightly stretched cunt, and tried to push its tip in between the other two… but despite its slimy-slick surface, it simply couldn’t get in! Jill moaned around dog cock number twelve, and pushed her pussy back into the intruding tentacle, but to no avail. Her pussy was simply too tight.
Nemesis knew, that if her had been able to hold her back with all of his strength, he’d be able to force it in, but with one hand busy at her ass, he was unable to get a good grip on her… However, a brief examination of the problem revealed a simple solution: Change her position to one, which would allow him to hold on to her with only one hand. His mind cycled quickly through all the possible positions, and locked on one that fit his bill. Jill had just finished sucking off dog number twelve, taking his load over her face, and number thirteen was approaching, when Nemesis simply gripped her left leg, and lifted it, tipping her over to her side. Dog number thirteen yelped in disappointment as Jill’s mouth was removed form its convenient position, but Nemesis ignored him. He put her left leg over his left shoulder, spreading them painfully in the process, and encircled her slim thigh with his arm. Using the leverage thus gained, he applied a bit of more strength to his right hand, and succeeded in forcing the last tentacle into Jill’s smarting pussy.
Jill threw her head back and moaned. It felt like she was giving birth, so severe was the stretching. But she knew that she could take it, if it brought pleasure to her master. The movement inside of her was extremely stimulating, and she felt a new orgasm approaching quickly. Too bad that the new position prevented her from sucking off the dogs… and it also made the contents of her right pocket stick her painfully in the side. What could it be? As the orgasm hit her, and swallowed her, she forgot about it again… but as it retracted again, it left memories like debris on a beach. In her pocket… the flash-bangs she’d picked up an eternity ago. In another life. But now, the rational part of her brain, which had so far been crouching in a corner of her mind, sobbing, saw an opportunity. Hopelessness had been a big part of what defeated her, and now she suddenly had hope again.
Slowly, her mind crawled back from the edge of the chasm of madness. There could still be a way out. When the next tentacle-caused orgasm hit her, she clung to that hope like a shipwrecked clung to a piece of the broken mast. If only nemesis would release her, just for a second, she could pull the other flash-bang out of her left pocket, and stun the lot of them… giving her a chance to escape. She also still had her handgun hidden in the leftovers of her jeans. It could work!
Despite the mild pleasure he was feeling from the contractions of Jill’s ass and pussy around his tentacles, Nemesis was quickly tiring of it. His instincts kept telling him to fuck her, but he was incapable of doing so. Deciding to give the problem a careful reexamination, he retracted his tentacles from her. He ignored the perverted sight of two wide-open crimson-red holes, and released her leg too.
As soon as the Nemesis let go, Jill’s hand flew to her pocket, and came up with a flash-bang. She pulled the pin instantly, and dropped it before her, while rolling away in the same movement. When, one second later, it went off, she had her back turned, and her hands over her ears. Most of the dogs had been gathered at Jill’s head, awaiting their turn to have a blowjob, and they had all been staring at the place she had occupied a moment hence. A fraction of a second after the flash had blinded them, the explosive sound (which was reinforced by the surrounding… concrete isn’t very good at absorbing sound) reached their sensitive ears, knocking out those closest to the blast. The licker and Nemesis, who had been right next to the explosion, were momentarily stunned.
Jill was on her feet before the echo of the sound had died out. While her emotions were still stunned by the events of the last two hours, her rationality was sharp as ever. Enhanced by both her S.T.A.R.S. training and the two previous T-Virus outbreaks she had been caught in, that part of her had bounced back at incredible speed, and were now fully active. She took in the scenery, searching for a viable escape route. Only two doors led from the room. And the solid mass of dogs, stunned or not, blocked her path to one of them. On the way to the other was only Nemesis, and he had been momentarily knocked out by the blast. She rushed to the door, tore it open, jumped through, and pulled it shut behind her. Neither the dogs, nor the licker, would be able to open it, but she was not in any doubt about Nemesis’ skill with doors.
She ran through a hallway, made of the same unyielding concrete that had dominated the room she’d just left, ignoring the multitude of pains that coursed through her body. She turned a corner, and stopped dead in her tracks. Fifty meter away, the hallway ended blindly. On both sides of it, there were two holding cells, meant for criminals awaiting transfer to the local prison. There was no way out. Behind her, she heard a crashing sound. Nemesis had gotten back on his feet, and eliminated the door. He was on his way now, and she could hear that the dogs were running ahead of him. As the first two rounded the corner, she turned, pulled out her handgun, and double-tapped the trigger, all in one, smooth movement. With a pitiful yelp, both of them were thrown back from the impact.
But they’d be up again in a second, and behind them were thirty more. Not knowing what else to do, she ran on down the hall, hoping that maybe there were some door she had missed. Then, as she passed the second cell on her right hand, she suddenly noticed that there were sunlight coming through the bars. Too much of it to be explained by a small window, such as those usually had. Having nothing to loose, She jumped in, and shut the door in the face of an onrushing dog. Turning from the door, she gasped and felt her heart skip a beat. The entire wall was one big hole. Apparently, somebody had staged a rather dramatic outbreak here, and the wall had not been repaired yet. Beyond the hole was the parking lot that had been her aim to begin with.
Jumping though the hole, she prayed to whatever deities were listening that there would be a patrol car standing there. There wasn’t. What she found was much better. A SWAT car stood in majestic solitude there, promising the security and speed. She knew that such vehicles were always kept fueled and unlocked, to ensure a faster response speed. Recognizing it as her last and best chance, Jill sprinted across the parking lot with the desperate strength of someone who had nothing to loose. The door was open and the key was sitting in the lock. As she turned it, the powerful engine roared to life, proving once again the power of prayer. Why such an excellent vehicle had been left there, she would never find out, but it didn’t matter either. She merely stepped on the speeder, and drove around the corner towards the path that would lead her away.
A gate blocked her path, but the automated system that governed it recognized the car for what it was, and decided to let it through. As the gate rolled open at a painfully slow pace, she looked through the side window towards the hole she had just used. It would be matte of seconds, now… Sure enough, she had hardly finished the thought before a crashing sound reverberated across the empty parking lot. The heavy cell door flew several yards, straight through the hole… First came the dogs, rushing out like a tide of red-black blood. Then, the licker emerged, crawling out from the ceiling, and moving impossibly fast along the wall. And finally, like a warlord behind his host, the Nemesis walked out. As soon as he saw the SWAT vehicle, his pace changed from his usual, steady step, to a heavy, bounding rush. His inhumanly long legs carried him over the parking lot faster than she had thought possible. Just then, the gate had opened enough for the wide-bodied vehicle to make it out, and she instantly put the pedal to the metal.
Just when it seemed that she would make a clean escape, the Nemesis leaped, flying through the air like an Olympic jumper. The crashing sound when his feet struck the roof of the disappearing SWAT car jarred her teeth, but she had a surprise for him. The path out led into an underground tunnel, which was only just high enough to accommodate the SWAT car. As she accelerated into the underground section, she heard a sickening squash from above, as the Nemesis was swept off the roof by the tunnel entrance. She negated the sharp tunnel corner at a good deal above the safe speed, turned right at the end, and drove up a flight of stairs. She was back on the road, and there was no way the Nemesis would ever catch up with her. He wasn’t smart enough to drive a car, even if he could find one: And even if he could drive, and could find a car, it’d be impossible for him to get into it. She giggled briefly at the thought of the Nemesis trying to crawl into a Ferrari 106.
Her hand still steady on the wheel, the rest of her body shook as the reality of the situation flooded her. Her ass was sore, her breasts were sore, her throat was sore, and she was feeling very nauseous. She had been gang-raped by Nemsis, a licker, and a pack of demon-dogs. And for the last half of the session, she had actually been enjoying it. The only thing that kept her away from a total, psychical collapse was the knowledge that it would be suicide. She had to keep her wits about her, or she’d never escape from this accursed city. Now, to get out of there… the yacht harbor was close by. As she turned left unto main road, she realized that she could see the harbor from where she was, and stopped. A quick search of the glove department revealed the expected pair of binoculars, which she used to scan the piers from the safety of the SWAT car. The sight that met her was disappointing. Not a single boat in sight. Probably, other survivors had already taken everything that could float. The rich people that had inhabited the penthouse apartments next to the water had obviously gotten good return from their decision to invest in a coaster.
But maybe… a single speck of hope remained. The industrial harbor at Portland. There’d be container ships there, and not many people knew how easy those were to maneuver. Pretty much fully automated, they could be sailed by a single, moderately skilled computer technician. The reason why they weren’t was the fact that, should the computers fail, it would have to be driven manually. And that required a skilled crew. But after all she’d been through, the risk of computer breakdown wasn’t something she could consider as serious.
Half an hour later, she parked the SWAT vehicle next to a huge container ship. Getting unto it wasn’t exactly easy, but the harbor was practically abandoned. She ran into a couple of zombies, but those were disposed of with her handgun. The ship, as it turned out, was utterly abandoned, which was fortunate. There was no more than three bullets left in her gun, not even enough to drop one zombie. She found the control room without any problems, and revved up the computers, and hacked her way into them. It was a skill she had obtained soon after beginning her dedicated fight against Umbrella, and one that had served her well on numerous occasions. Obtaining complete control over the ship, she started the engines.
It took them ten minutes to warm up, a time she spend looking out the windows towards the quay, every moment expecting to see the Nemesis come running around the corner. But she knew that, even with the speed he’d demonstrated at the police parking lot, he wouldn’t be there for another twenty minutes at least. Finally, the engines became hot enough to start, and as she threw the switch to all ahead full, she allowed herself a deep breath of relief. She’d gotten away again.
Even with the ship’s powerful diesel engines, however, it took a while to accelerate such a huge mass. And the ship had hardly started moving, when she heard the roar of another engine from below. Rushing to the windows, she gasped in pure terror and disbelief. Coming around the corner of a warehouse, right out of her nightmare, was the Nemesis. Crouching on top of a large, intercity bus, a coach. But how?!? There was no way a zombie could drive a car, much less a bus that size! Then, her rationality reasserted itself. It was not important. The ship was already moving, and there was no way to get onto it. The path she had taken, crawling up the mooring lines, was no longer available. She’d cut those herself. And even for him, there was no way to jump high enough to get over the side of the ship.
Then she saw that the coach wasn’t slowing down. What would happen if it crashed into the side of the ship? Well, she’d get a dent, and Nemesis would get a swimming lesson. Which fitted her just fine. Actually, with a bit of luck, he might get pulled into the slipstream of her huge, dual propellers. Wouldn’t that be fun…? Her self-satisfied thoughts came to a sudden conclusion, however, when she realized what the bus was aiming for. There were a couple of boards leaning against a container, forming a ramp. Whoever was driving that bus had to be insane! But, she reminded herself, he also had to have been an incredibly good drive, before getting the T-Virus. That was the only possible explanation for his continued possession of that skill as a zombie.
With bated breath, she saw the bus rush up the ramp, and fly through the air. It seemed to her it happened in slow motion… at first, it looked like it wouldn’t make it, that maybe it’d get its front wheels onto the ship, but the weight on its back would tip it into the water. But somehow, as a dark miracle, the rear wheels touches down just on the other side of the edge. The coach skidded to a halt, and somehow managed to avoid overturning, as the unseen driver stepped on the brakes. Before the bus had stopped completely, Nemesis jumped off, and started running directly for the command center. He somehow knew exactly where she was.
Seconds later, the doors of the bus opened, and zombies started shambling out, front and back. The first one out the front door, the same one who had been driving, was dressed in green army pants and a brown leather jacket. His hair, still unaffected by the virus, which would soon remove it, was jet black. His face was expressionless, even for a zombie, and lacked their usual open-mouthed moaning. Yet, the bluish color of his skin left no doubt that he was, in fact, a zombie. Of course, Jill was too busy looking for an escape route to notice that.
The word “zombie” was usually used to describe the human victims of the T-Virus. It was rather appropriate, since the immediate effect of the virus reduced them to flesh-hungry, mindless killers. When it first appeared in Raccoon City, it had been nicknamed the “Cannibal Disease” for the same reason. The empty-eyed appearance and shambling gait of the victims also led the thoughts towards the mythological zombie, and so did the decomposition of the monsters. That, however, was not an immediate affect. Within a few days after the virus goes active within a body, the person looses all body hair. A few more days, and an actual decomposition, as that seen in corpses, begin. But like the zombies Jill had fought on the streets of Raccoon City, these had only suffered from the disease for between 24 and 48 hours, and most of them still had their hair. The only grisly note was the bulletholes…
It was no secret that Liberty City had a gang problem… and as a result, a lot of people had guns. But it took more than a few shots to bring down a zombie, and in several cases, a zombie had successfully taken down a gangster who had already fired a few shots at him. Still, it was about the only thing that would mark them as zombies, seen at a distance. Not that Jill was in any sort of doubt. Though they might not be in the state of decomposition she had seen in the mansion, or later in the chemical plant, she still had no wish to see them up close.
It seemed to Jill that her mind had burned out. Or maybe her adrenaline glands had simply given up the ghost. Twice already, her brain had gone into overtime to help her pick her way out of a sticky situation, but it wouldn’t happen this time. She was exhausted, physically and mentally. So, when Nemesis crashed though the door to the bridge a few minutes later, she was still standing there, looking around desperately for an escape route. But there was none. The boat was still speeding out to the sea, in the general direction of Europe, and there was absolutely no place to run.
The Nemesis approached, and she acted. Not rationally, but desperately. She lifted her gun, and fired the last three rounds into his face. But he had been given the ability to learn from his mistakes, and she’d used that trick on him once already. His left arm came up, faster than she had thought possible, and blocked the bullets. Then he brought down his arm in a wide sweep, taking her in the side. It was like getting kicked by a horse, a particularly large and powerful one. The force of the blow sent her sailing through the air… right into the large windows. They were crushed by the impact, and suddenly there was air all around her. She felt pain. She had hit the windows chest-first, and her breasts, still uncovered thanks to the clawed licker, had born the brunt of the whirling glass shards. She’d gotten half a dozen mild cuts there, as well as a few in other places, but none of the shards had found her arteries, so the bleeding wasn’t dangerous. Just painful.
Her flight seemed to last an eternity, but it was really a matter of seconds. Had she hit the metal floor directly, she might very well have died, and she would almost certainly have broken a bone or two. However, she had flown far enough that she hit the mass of zombies instead. Two soft bodies shielded her fall, and one of them didn’t get up again, his chest crushed by her weight. Not something to feel guilty about, though. As soon as she figured out what was up and what was down, she tried to get to her feet. As her vision cleared, she saw that she was in the most hopeless situation she had ever experienced.
The entire bus had to have been filled with zombies. There had to be somewhere around fifty of them, and they were standing all around her. Above their heads, she could see the Nemesis jump down from the control room to join them. She was unarmed, her handgun empty, and the remaining flash-bang would only delay the inevitable for a few seconds. She could feel that she’d broken a few ribs from Nemesis’ punch, and she was bleeding from a multitude of cuts. Oh, and she was on a ship in the middle of the ocean, with exactly zero places to escape to. Then, she realized that her situation was even worse than she had originally believed. All of the zombies were male. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
It wasn’t. The combination of the Queen Ant gene and the new, lust-motivated hunting instinct had given an unusual result. Basically, when Nemesis attempted to take control over a zombie, he indoctrinated it with his “quest”: To fuck Jill Valentine. And only the zombies that reacted to that, followed his orders. As a result, the female zombies he had encountered on his way had ignored his demands that they join him. Since he had encountered neither lesbians nor homosexuals on his way, the question of whether either of those two groups would be affected, will remain a mystery forever.
None of that mattered to Jill, though. All she knew, was that she was surrounded by mindless zombies, and that each of them had an increasingly large bulge in the front of their pants. She whimpered, her entire body shaking. Inside of her, she could her reason begin to fail. Her rational part simply refused to deal with the situation, and crawled into a corned. And, that, of course, made way for her other side. It was almost an alternate personality, like those possessed by schizophrenics. It had come into being spontaneously, answering a direct need, in the concrete room with the cages on the walls. Her real self, the Jill Valentine who had twice escaped from an impossible situation in spite of all odds, could simply not reconcile itself with the humiliation and degradation of rape. So, another personality that could was born.
Now, it reemerged. The rational personality had already figured out what would happen next, and saw no reason to stick around until it started. As it happened, her pose changed subtly. Muscles, tensed for combat, relaxed. The arm she had instinctively used to shield her uncovered pussy was lowered, while the other continued to hold her damaged side. Her legs spread slightly, revealing her womanhood for all to see. It was still slightly flushed from her latest rape. Her head was submissively lowered. She was ready to receive her master, and all those he brought with him.
Around her, the zombies followed semi-instinctive procedures, activated by the lust that Nemesis had received from them. The remainder of their conscious mind could still remember what you did just before a fuck, and so the numerous zombies began opening their pants. Some let it go at that, others removed their pants, and a few even removed all their clothing, depending on their habits from before the virus. While they did, Jill scanned the crowd, inspecting the creatures that her master obviously wanted her to please. Some of them were muscular, and had probably been some pretty good hunks before. Others were less so, but all of them had the same bluish-pale color of the T-Virus zombies. Whatever time they’d spend attaining bronze skin before, had been thoroughly wasted. She noted in particular one guy… bald as a bowling ball, and with a gut that seemed to pour over his waistband. Tattoos covered both gut ands arms, and his chins couldn’t even be counted – they just rolled on down to his bullneck. He did have a rather impressive bulge on the front of his leather pants, though…
A rather nondescript zombie was the first to be ready, having merely zipped down to let out his tool. He charged her from the front, in much the same way zombies always did. But when he reached her, it wasn’t his teeth that sunk into her neck, but his cock that sunk into her pussy. She had resisted his weight out of reflex, and was still holding against it, when another weight hit her in the back. That tipped her over, and she fell forwards, cushioned by her first zombie love… The one behind her followed them down, and his weight drove the air from her lungs. She could feel his cock prod at her asshole, and eagerly relaxed it to let him in. There was no lubrication, except for the remnants of her previous rape, almost an hour old. But his equipment wasn’t that impressive, and the stretching she had received at the hands (and other anatomic parts) of Nemesis hadn’t quite gone down. All in all, it was a fairly easy, if somewhat painful, entry. He began thrusting immediately, and she followed the movements, generating some motion against the one below her too. He was completely passive, but his zipper dug into her labia, generating some delicious pain. She’d never had a double penetration before, but she was already enjoying it. Too bad they were so poorly equipped… she was already dreaming of two Nemesis-sized cocks invading her pussy and ass at the same time.
A pair of green military pants approached her face, and she knew what was expected of her… but the zipper was still closed. She needed both of her arms, too, to support her against the vigorous assfuck she was getting. While lacking in speed, there was a lot of power in it, and without her arms, she’d be thrown headfirst off her lovers. She cast a look upwards, and dimly recognized him as the first guy to step off the bus. The face was expressionless, but her sixth sense warned her that he had an enormous capacity for violence. So, only one thing to do. Thrusting her face into his crotch, she searched for his zipper with her teeth. She had to push aside a bit of fabric with her tongue to get to it, but she managed to get her teeth around it, and pulled it down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and as soon as the zipper was far enough down, his cock sprang into the air, almost hitting her in the eye. Releasing the zipper, she covered his prick with her hot mouth instead, and inhaled it. Having been deep-throated for the first time only that day, she was already getting proficient at it, and she had no problem in pushing his cockhead past her tonsils.
She was glad that the cock didn’t taste rotten, or anything. The only thing she tasted on it was sweat, which was to be expected since zombies don’t bathe often. She swallowed him to the root, while still rocking her ass up and down, and buried her nose in his crotch hair. It smelled of sweat and male musk, with a slight undertone of rot. At least it wasn’t reflected in the taste or sight of him. Five minutes of vigorous sucking later, he blasted his load down her throat, removing the necessity of swallowing. Her stomach, already filled with dog sperm, began to complain, but she studiously ignored it. After all, what did her bodily functions matter? As long as she had a pussy, an ass, and the ability to open her mouth, she would continue serving her master, regardless of what the rest of her body said.
The Nemesis was watching now, standing outside the crowd of zombies. His libido was recovering quickly, and he’d soon be demanding his turn at her. In the meantime, he was expanding his knowledge base. The lust he had implanted in the zombies had called up, in their minds, everything they related to sex. Back in the police station, he had had access to the mind of one human being, and that had provided him with knowledge of oral and anal sex, as well as the idea of non-penis penetrations. Now, he had sixty men, and each of them had their own perversions, and blurred memories of porn they had watched or read. Thus, Nemesis rapidly gained knowledge of just about every perverted act ever dreamed up by man.
After the zombie beneath her had blown his load up her pussy, his cock softened and slid out. Jill had been hoping that he would crawl out from under her, and another take his place, but he just lay there, moaning on occasion. It sorely disappointed her, since she’d just taken a liking to getting triple-fucked. Ah well. The one at her ass, however, had been changed three times already. The first one had provided plenty of lubrication, and now they all moved faster and practically painlessly. Also, although they’d usually thrust into her wonderfully sensitive asshole, one of them would occasionally miss his mark and fuck her pussy instead. It felt nice, sort of, but her pussy had been widened even more than her ass, so the friction was minimal.
About half an hour later, when she’d worked her way through 12-13 zombies (she wasn’t counting), equally divided between her ends, the Nemesis stepped forward. With one pull, he tore the zombie out from underneath her, and sent him skidding along the deck. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, and licked her lips. Would he grace her throat with his rod of might again? Oh, to taste his wonderful sperm again, to feel it fill her gullet and slide hotly down to her stomach… It seemed that she would have her wish, she thought as he kneeled before her. He pushed his cockhead down where she could reach it, and she eagerly opened her mouth wide and took it in. It seemed to be easier than last time. There was no licker to support her this time, but she instead held on to the base of his cock… it was hard and rigid enough for it. As his cockhead passed her tonsils, once again entering her tormented throat, she’d eaten her way close enough to him to grip his belt instead. Her arms, though tired, were strong enough to keep her up.
She was so intent on swallowing Nemesis’ cock that she hadn’t noticed that there were no zombies occupying her ass at the moment… a situation soon remedied, but not in the way she’d have expected. So, when she felt something touch her pussy, she took it for just another zombie cock. Until, 1½ second later, she realized that it was waaaay too big. It didn’t feel right, either… it felt sort of split, sort of like… a hand?!? Fisting wasn’t something she’d ever heard about, or even imagined. Until being introduced to Nemesis’ stallion cock, she’d never even thought that something that huge could fit inside a woman’s body. She tried to swallow, but the giant slab of meat that filled her mouth prevented it. Just like the first time, it filled her throat so completely, that droll was running down her chin in a continuos stream. Her attempt at swallowing only created some very pleasant vibrations for Nemesis.
Nemesis’ three tentacles had stretched her pussy severely, but it had been a while, and they had been slimy and slick. Arms, however, doesn’t self-lubricate. The only thing that decreased the friction was the couple of loads of cum that had been dumped into her thus far, and her own pussy juice. Fortunately, that had been running steady since the session started. Bit by bit, she felt her discomfort build to pain, as the hand approached the widest point. Had she been able to, she would have screamed as the last bit popped inside her well-used pussy, but that obviously wasn’t possible. She merely squirmed. Then, as the zombie’s wrist rubbed against her clit, she suddenly came. Juices gushed all over the zombie’s upper arm, and her pussy contracted forcefully around his fist.
Then, with a sudden and painful move, he pulled out. In spite of her new-found love for pain, Jill screamed around Nemesis’ cock at the brutal pain of the maneuver. Of course, the only sound that actually got out was a high-pitched hum. She released another one as she felt the juice-soaked hand begin to force its way up her ass instead. Having tightened somewhat from Nemesis’ anal fuck, her asshole presented a real challenge to the zombie. But he wasn’t giving up, and when Nemesis finally bottomed out in her throat, there was no place left to go. The force being applied to her ass actually forced her harder into the cock… she could feel his huge testicles on her chin, roughly the size of tennis balls, and her nose was smashed against his muscle-hard abdomen. The mere fact that he had his foot-and-a-half cock buried to the hilt and beyond in her throat made her woozy, and when the fist finally popped though her sphincter, it didn’t seem so bad. Not that it didn’t hurt like hell, ‘cause it did, but for some reason, she liked that it hurt like hell.
Hardly had the hand settled in her bowels, before a new hand started pushing into her pussy. Still hanging open from the last, brief, fisting, it was easy for that one to gain entry. And this one stayed. Jill, on the other hand, was getting restless. She had trouble breathing, with her nose compressed against the Nemesis, and she wanted to get on with the throat-fuck. And it’s pretty hard to fuck if you can’t move. She stayed still for several minutes, getting increasingly short on breath, until she realized that she was expected to take the initiative herself. There was no way to move forwards… but… no, they couldn’t really mean… could they? Yes, that had to be her master’s will, and she fully intended to carry it out.
Testing her theory, she tried to push back some, and sure enough, the two fists stayed rock steady. They didn’t move an inch. So, basically, she was supposed to impale herself on them, in order to gain the space to mouthfuck her master. Also, she was effectively locked in place, until either the zombies behind her, or Nemesis in front, decided otherwise. So, backwards it was… carefully, she shifted her knees a few inches back, to gain leverage for the maneuver, and then she started pushing back.
Somehow, it was more painful when she did it herself. She wasn’t getting penetrated, or raped, or fucked. She was doing it all herself, pushing her body back against the unyielding hands. In a way, it was the ultimate admittance of her slutiness. Not just surrendering her body for their use, or going along with their movements, but actually inflicting pain and humiliation on herself to please them. Cause it hurt. A lot. The wrists she had taken up pretty easy, but immediately after that, the arms had started widening. By the time she’d moved back 10 centimeters, they were as thick as the widest place on the hand, and this wasn’t just a brief bulge you had to get over. It only got worse from there.
The arm in her ass was especially hard to deal with. The guy it was attached to had obviously spent some time pumping iron, resulting in a thick and hard upper arm. The other guy, whoever he was, had apparently been more lax. His arm was thinner and softer, indicating some fat instead of muscle. It hadn’t mattered when it had been just the fists, but the further up the arms she got, the more marked the difference became. The pressure on her sphincter was growing for every millimeter arm her ass swallowed, and the pain was making her head spin. Finally, twenty centimeters up his arm, she felt it tear. It wasn’t that her ass suddenly got torn apart, but in one place the hard muscle that surrounded her asshole just gave up. Tears sprang from her eyes, but she was still unable to scream out her pain. And she didn’t stop either. Her blood ran red, adding grisly lubrication, and she kept pushing. She could vaguely hear the drip-drop of her blood hitting the metallic floor, but it didn’t matter. The tear had increased the size of her asshole, and it finally allowed her to force her ass the last centimeters back, and feel his elbow against her buns. The other guy had bottomed out too, without any tears on part of her pussy.
It was as if the pain was a drug. Her vision was blurred, and not just by the tears that now ran steadily from her eyes, all sound seemed hollow as an echo, and her entire body felt at once numb and hypersensitive. She was in so many types of pain at once, that she couldn’t even distinguish between them anymore. It also didn’t matter when Nemesis started roughly mauling her large boobs with his hands. The multitude of cuts she had gotten when crashing through the window smarted, but all she felt was warmth. The attention of her master, painful or not, seemed to her the ultimate blessing. Thus, with an arm buried in each of her holes to the elbow, and a foot of horse-sized cock in her throat, she started moving back and forth. Nemesis helped now, thrusting forwards to meet her lips, adding depth to the throat-fuck. The arm in her cunt rubbed repeatedly over her clit, but she was in too much pain now to get an orgasm. Her ass still hurt like hell every time she moved, but it mattered even less now. She had gotten the approval of her master, and then nothing else mattered.
Nemesis kept fucking her throat hard for another fifteen minutes. When he finally came, he released her boobs to hold on to her head, and thrust to maximum depth before blowing his load. Jill felt pain as her stomach expanded, filled rapidly by the huge load of cum, but the tears in her eyes were those of shame. If her master refused to grant her a taste of his semen, she had to have committed some transgression or other, and she undoubtedly deserved what she got. Maybe she hadn’t been good enough to use her tongue, which had been practically numb from all the men and dogs she’d blown that day.
When the Nemesis was through cumming, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he leaned over her, and gripped her midsection like a vice. On an unheard command from him, the two zombies that had their arms up her holes started working her over. Straightening out arms that had been bent, they now attempted to force their elbows into her to join the rest of the arm. She knew that it could well kill her, but she didn’t even attempt to wriggle free. If her master took pleasure in her death, then she would die happy. For once, the arm in her ass had the easiest time. The rip was widened somewhat, but the anal chute was long enough for him. The pussy, however, had a problem with depth. The hand had been resting at the entrance to her womb in the first place, and now there was nowhere left to go. But it didn’t give up. She could feel it, every bit of it, as first one finger, then another, pierced the door to her most sacred spot, the most female spot in her body: The womb. Bit by bit, it opened up, and as his elbow sunk into her wrecked pussy, his fist nestled where only babies should ever be.
Through all that, Jill continued to suck and lick on the cock in her mouth, caressing it the best she could, even as it shrunk and softened. There was no telling when next her mighty master might honor his pitiful slavegirl with his wondrous instrument, and she wanted to get the most of it. Her moans were no longer those of pain, even as her two most sensitive orifices were being torn to pieces. She enjoyed the pain, and she particularly enjoyed the thought that her holes were now ruined for any man. Only a cock of truly monolithic proportions would fit, and that meant the Nemesis. In breaking her holes, he had made her truly his, and closed her mind and body towards any other male. With the possible exception of a draft horse. Which she would happily screw if it pleased her master.
Having attained the absolute maximum of penetration, in terms of both girth and depth, the two arms withdrew some. Then, they smashed all the way in again. And again. And again. The speed increased, and soon she was being punch-fucked in both holes, and enjoying it. Gradually, despite the suction of her hot mouth, Nemesis pulled his flaccid cock out of her throat. She was sucking to the end, and as the head passed over her tongue, she got a brief taste of sperm. It made her head swim, and it also made her a bit shameful. It had obviously not been the meaning of her master that she should taste those precious drops, but she had done it anyway. For that, she deserved to be punished. Gritting her teeth (a maneuver which had been impossible until recently), she started pushing herself back against the intruding arms, redoubling the pain she was already suffering. There was no pleasure in it for her, and there hadn’t been for quite a while, but what did it matter? She was just a slavegirl, a fuckslut for her master, the Nemesis. His pleasure was paramount, and is she could increase his pleasure even a fraction, by doubling the pain she was enduring, she would do so with a smile and a moan.
As the Nemesis stepped back, the other zombies started crowding around her. Most of them still hadn’t gotten a chance to get their rocks off, and they were eager for a chance at her mouth. After the latest session with the Nemesis, she couldn’t feel her tongue, and her jaw felt like it was about to fall right off her face. But every time a cock approached her face, she eagerly took it in and sucked it for all she was worth. Every load went directly into her mouth, where she swallowed it after tasting it first. It wasn’t as good as Nemesis’ but it was something. She didn’t even think about taking it over her face, or spitting it out. Every time a zombie moved to make room for another, she looked hopefully in the direction of the Nemesis, but every time she was disappointed at seeing his still soft cock. She had to do better if she wanted him to honor her again.
She remembered how he had played with her nibbles, inflicting pain but giving her the pleasure of his attention. Supporting her weight on one, shaking arm, she reached up with the other hand, and starting attacking her own boobs. She squeezed, and pulled, and mauled, but her hands were tiny, and she simply couldn’t do the same things that Nemesis had done. But she did have her long nails, and with those she could cause a good bit of pain by simply pinching the nibbles. She moaned around the zombie cock in her throat, enjoying the self-inflicted pain, though it just wasn’t the same as when Nemesis did it.
In the world of man, a punch-fuck usually doesn’t last very long. It’s very tiring to the arm, and after maybe five minutes, even a bodybuilder has to give up. But the zombies possessed virus-induces strength and endurance, and continued far beyond what was humanly possible. For close to half an hour, they attacked her holes with all their strength. During that period, another ten zombies deposited their load in her stretched stomach, while the Nemesis merely watched her debasement. She was enjoying every second of it. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. The hands were pulled out of her cunt and asshole with brutal suddenness, something which didn’t add much to her pain, and her holes were left hanging wide open. They were a sight to behold, both crimson red and yawning, presenting a view of an even redder area. On her ass, the edges of the rip had started to coagulate, in spite of the numerous times an attempt of such had been wrecked by the plundering arm. Medically speaking, the period in which the tear could be repaired wasn’t quite over, but considering her distance from the nearest hospital, it was really already too late. She would have to go through the rest of her life with an enlarged asshole, which would mean that every visit to the toilet would be a messy affair, and that she’d always be able to take a horsecock up her ass without much trouble.
She finished sucking off another zombie, and when he left, another did not approach. In front of her stood the Nemesis, his cock rigid once again. She lowered her head deferentially, waiting for him to choose witch one of her worthless holes he would grace with his presence. He did not, however, make such a choice. Instead, he merely sat down, with his cock pointing straight up, and his legs stretched out before him. It took her a minute to realize that he wanted her to act on her own (she wasn’t real big on independent though at the moment), and that he’d effectively passed the choice of holes to her.
Getting shakingly on her feet, she staggered over to him, while trying to decide. What she really wanted was to suck him off, and to taste his cum again. That would make her more happy than she had though to be possible. But the position didn’t lend itself to deep-throating, and she knew that he wasn’t interested in any other sort of oral sex. Besides, her happiness or lack of such didn’t really have anything to do with it. The real challenge was figuring out which choice would please him the most. Her brow wrinkled. Her had already demonstrated that inflicting pain on her gave him pleasure. So, she should choose whichever hole inflicted the most pain on her, and that most definitely wasn’t her mouth. A quick query to her lower parts instantly revealed that, although both holes were extremely sore, the ass was quite a bit sorer. So, there it was.
Reaching her master, she turned around and sat down on his cockhead. Spreading her asscheeks with her hands, she carefully maneuvered her bottom so that the cockhead rested at the entrance to her wide-open ass. Which had been a tightly clenched hole the size of a quarter when the day had begun. The thought filled her with well-being as she slowly sank down on the grandest cock in the world. He had transformed her, she was his creature now. She moaned in pleasure as the Nemesis’ cock invaded her innards for the second time. It was easy, now. Her sphincter, broken as it was, had no resistance left at all. The rest of the tract, having been pounded by the arm of a zombie for half an hour, also seemed to have given up all resistance. So, with no resistance worth mentioning, she sank down on 1½ foot of cock, all of it as thick as her upper arm. It still hurt enormously though, since the lengthy fisting had made the entire passage extremely sensitive. But she relished the pain, knowing that it contributed to her master’s enjoment.
Finally bottoming out, she pulled her feet out from under herself, and stretched her legs out in front of her, like the Nemesis had done it. Then, he intervened. Gripping both of her slim legs, he pulled them up until they touched her swollen nibbles, and held them there. That left her hanging, suspended entirely on his cock, causing another inch or so to sink in. Her buns now touched his balls. As soon as that position was attained, the zombies started coming in again. This time, it was her pussy that took the hits. It had been stretched in the extreme, though not as far as her ass, but she nonetheless did her best to be a good fuck. She clenched her pussy as much as she could, generating some friction. The huge cock in her ass helped some, generating pressure from the other side of the thin wall that separated the two holes. The zombies also displayed amazing creativity (supplied by the Nemesis, but she didn’t know that) and actually managed to come up with a position that allowed two of them to fuck her in the pussy at the same time. It involved one of them leaning rather heavily into her chest, which put some pressure on her boobs. A couple of cuts that had healed in the meantime sprung up again, but she didn’t care. They smarted, though, as the layer of sweat, that now covered her despite the cool ocean breeze, came in contact with the cuts.
It seemed that that gave the zombies some ideas. The next one went solo, and while he fucked her, he attacked her boobs with his hands and teeth. She moaned in pleasure as he bit down hard on one of her nibbles, grinding it between his teeth. The pain was exquisite, better than what she could have inflicted on herself. From then on, it became a pattern. First, a group of two, filling her well-stretched womb with a double load of zombie sperm. Then, a single one, who mauled her breasts as he fucked her. Then, another two. It continued, while she just sat there and took it. The Nemesis wasn’t fucking her, he had merely impaled her on his rod, and left it there.
After fifteen zombies had deposited their loads inside of her, her cunt was positively running. Every thrust made into her caused more jism to spray out, soaking the crotch hair of her lovers, and gradually building up a pool on the floor. Every time there wasn’t a prick inside of her, the hole merely stood open and drooled sperm unto the ground. It was about then that Nemesis apparently grew tired of her continuos moaning. One of his tentacles, the longest, snaked out from the hand that held her right leg, and found her open mouth. The object was slimy, and not very tasty, but it was a part of her master, and she therefore eagerly accepted it. As it invaded her throat, she sucked it like a cock, and licked the slime off the surface. The feelings it evoked as it moved around in her throat, coupled with the numerous loads of jizz she had in her stomach, made her want to throw up, but she rapidly suppressed the urging. She also had his load inside of her, two of them in fact, and she wanted to keep them there for as long as possible.
For almost an hour, it continued, as each of the zombies got their rocks off. Nemesis’ cock remained like a telephone pole inside of her, and his tentacle continued to explore every square centimeter of her mouth and throat. Then, finally, after a few of the zombies had been back for seconds, the stream stopped. The tentacle left her mouth too. For a few minutes, she just sat there, panting. Then she started noticing that her legs hurt a lot from being suspended for that long. Not that it mattered. Finally, Nemesis acted. He spun her around, still with his cock embedded within her, evoking a sharp gasp of pain from her. In doing so, he released her legs, which she immediately locked around his waist. Or tried to. He was so massive that her legs couldn’t really reach that far, so she had to settle for nestling her feet in his belt, thus keeping her legs suspended over the ground. She wanted to keep her entire weight pressing down on the painfully huge cock in her rectum.
With this position, she had her first really close look at the Nemesis’ face. By any human standards, it was a face that could make a plastic surgeon run away screaming. Only one eye, with a large, stitched scar running across where the other one should be, and all the way up across the dome of his skull. The skin was brownish and mottled, and it was clearly stretched tightly over the skull, showing every curve of it. The nose was hardly there at all, just a slight dent with a pair of hole on the front. The mouth was perhaps the most frightening part… no lips at all, a direct view of the healthy-looking gums and a set of overlarge, pointy teeth. Into this face, Jill gazed, and her eyes were full of adoration, lust, and love.
His teeth parted, showing a rather normal looking mouth, and she instantly reacted to it. Leaning into him, she kissed him tenderly, her lips touching only teeth. His tongue entered her mouth, and hers entered his, and they explored the cavity of each other’s mouths. For several long seconds, they french-kissed. Then, he seized her around the waist, and started lifting her up his cock. Her head lolled, overpowered as she was by the kiss. Such an honor her master had bestowed upon her. Such greatness, that he would lower himself to give such an insignificant slave as herself a kiss. She was determined to make it up to him, and immediately started clenching her ass. It added to the pain, of course, but she totally ignored that. Slowly, she forced the tormented muscle to react, adding friction to the fuck. In the intermittent hour, most of the previous lubrication had dried out, but some of the sperm that had run out of her pussy had reached her ass, wetting the assring itself slightly. Still, it was more or less a dry fuck, and the pain was quite impressive, although not quite up to the levels she had experienced earlier.
Hoping to further please him, she started playing violently with her boobs again, pulling them out from her body until they were cone-shaped, and pinching the sensitive, swollen nibbles hard. Nemesis reacted, and every time she was at the top of his thrusts, he would hold her there for a second while her bit down violently on her tip of her tits. His sharp teeth dug into them, occasionally drawing blood, but it evoked only cries of pleasure from her. Soon, however, he stopped doing that, and sped up the fuck instead. She, too, had to give up the boob-play, and put her hands around his strong neck instead, creating the necessary stability to advance the pace further. As the acceleration increased, so did the length of the thrusts, until she suddenly felt his cockhead leave her anus entirely, with a shwooping sound. But with unerring precision, the Nemesis brought her down on it again, smashing the full length, head to root, into her in less than a second.
Finally, after a fuck that lasted more than fifteen minutes, he thrust her all the way down, with all his strength, an held her there. She cried tears of happiness as she felt him erupt inside of her, since it proved to her that she had fulfilled her purpose of pleasing him. The warm feeling that spread within her now made her face glow with ecstasy, and it was a great disappointment to her when she realized how much her ass had been stretched. The first time he’d fucked her ass, it had been so tight around his cock as to deny the sperm any exit in that direction, thus forcing it deep into her innards. But now, she felt it dripping out of her asshole while he was still inside of her, despite her best efforts to clench her ass enough around it to keep it in.
A few seconds later, Nemesis lifted her clear off his cock, and set her down on the ground. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she went down on all fours and arched her back, hoping to keep too much of the sperm from leaking out. That also brought her face within inches of Nemesis’ cock. Acting for once without orders, she grasped it in both hands, and started cleaning it with her tongue. Her taste buds were practically worn down from the sheer amount of tongue-work she had done so far, but she could still taste the mix of her own, bitter ass excretions and the wondrously sweet tang of the Nemesis’ sperm. Working quickly, trying to keep it from softening, she first cleaned off the base. Then she leaned further forwards, spread her breasts with one hand, and closed them around the gargantuan cock. Big though they were, they could not exactly close around it, but she did add some pleasant heat and pressure to the base, while she licked up towards the head.
In the process, she of course showed off her well-fucked, wide open, cum-filled arse to anyone who cared to watch. One of the zombies, incidentally the same tattooed baldhead she’d noticed earlier, got another hard on at the sight, and shambled over. Her eagerly thrust his large cock into her pussy, which was still dripping cum from her earlier gang-bang, and almost as an afterthought, pushed his right hand into her ass. He met practically no resistance, and despite his rather fat arm, he easily sank in to the elbow. His position prevented him from going any deeper, otherwise her would have. It also prevented him from actually fisting her, but the mere fact that his arm was there, added some tightness to the fuck. When he send his load in to join the two he’d deposited there earlier, he also pulled out his hand, and found it covered in cum.
Reacting to an order from the Nemesis, he then moved to her head, where she was still trying to clean every square inch of Nemesis’ huge tool. He pushed his hand down to her face, smearing some of the cum off on her chin in the process, and held it there. Pausing in her assault on Nemesis’ slowly deflating prick, she turned her head and obediently started cleaning it off, figuring correctly that it was her master’s will. With no thought for the ultimate debasement of it, she cleaned the cum off the hand that had just gone so easily in and out of her ass, and she savored every taste she got. When the hand was clean, and shining from her spittle, she returned to the task at hand and started sucking on Nemesis’ cockhead. Three minutes later, his entire staff was clean and shining, a sight that made her mouth water and her rear holes contract briefly. But despite her best efforts it was still softening, and ten seconds later, it was completely flaccid.
Saddened, she lowered her head in defeat, and awaited the next command of her lord master. But received none. The Nemesis had gotten back on his feet, and inside of him, strange things were happening. His lust, designed to be virtually infinite, had actually been sated, and now he found himself reverting to his original programming: To kill Jill Valentine. Who just happened to be crouching in front of him, weak and helpless. She didn’t even try to resist as he caught her by the throat, and lifted her up. His other arm released a tentacle, the special one, the one that would crush through her upper mouth and enter her brain, spew out its poison, and turn her into a zombie within a few hours. But something was happening within Jill too.
Somehow, she could see it in his face. Her beloved master no longer wanted to screw her, he wanted to kill her. And as her submissive personality calmly settled down to wait for the killing blow, unable to fight against her master, her rational mind user the chance to fight its way back to the control of her body. Just as Nemesis lifted his right arm, she kicked out with both legs, aiming directly for his two, huge balls. Even for the Nemesis, it was a weak point, and the pain coursed though his system. Reacting in instant, blind rage, he did no land the killing blow with his tentacle hand, but instead used his copious strength to hurl her through the air.
She hit one of the containers that stood on the deck, and surprised herself by actually crashing down her wall of it. As her head cleared, she realized that it wasn’t an actual container, but a mock-up build from fragile, corrugated iron. In the darkness of the false container, she spotted several familiar shapes… it was stuffed with weapons! Probably, the ship had been used to transport illegal goods, maybe even weapons on a large scale, for sale to the gangs of Liberty City. And whoever ran the ship had kept this weapon shack around, in case he had to defend himself from the authorities or a gang that didn’t want to pay full price. Regardless, she was literally up to her ankles in full-automatic weapons. But then, her eyes narrowed, and her heart skipped several beats. Mounted on the wall, for easy access, was a type of missile launcher. A single-use Russian RPG-6, if she wasn’t mistaken, one of the cheapest weapons ever mass-produced by the red army. After they had upgraded to a more modern type, the old ones had supposedly been destroyed, but in fact most of them had been sold to various interested parties, such as terrorist factions or international gun runners. The idea of keeping it there probably was to destroy an approaching police boat, a task the shaped charge warhead could easily accomplish. It had been build to destroy armored tanks, and if it could do that… maybe it could take down a Nemesis too.
Thinking no further, she snatched it down from the wall, turned, and saw the Nemesis approaching in a leaping gait. She put her eye to the targeter, made sure that the mutated monster was in the exact center of the recticle, and depressed the trigger. She didn’t even take the time to worry that it was her only shot, which it was, and that she’d be doomed is she missed, which she didn’t. The warhead flew true, hit the Nemesis square in the stomach, and exploded. The otherwise invulnerable beast was torn to pieces, and the shaped charge insured that bits and pieces of him were splattered all over the zombies that had thus far been an extension of his will.
The mental connection between them shattered by the defeat of the Nemesis, the zombies were momentarily stunned, while their brains attempted to deal with the fact that they now had to think for themselves again. Jill used that moment fully. Picking up two AK-47’s and a belt of grenades, she walked towards the tightly grouped zombies with both triggers depressed. The rifles, outdated though they may be, worked just fine, and the zombies fell in droves. As she got closer, and the zombies started coming out of their trance, she released one of the rifles and threw a few grenades. Zombie part flew in all directions, and as she threw the last grenade, only a few zombies were still on their feet. Those she disposed of with the rifle, and as the last one fell, her rifle clicked empty. Lucky, for once.
That thought soon turned to ashes, as she heard a powerful engine revving up. Turning towards the bus that had brought this nightmare on board, she saw that the black-haired man with the leather jacket and the army pants were behind the wheel again. And she was out of grenades. And there was a long way to the arms shed. And she was dead tired, almost unable to move. Would it end like that? She had blown apart the Nemesis, and destroyed sixty zombies in three minutes, only to be run over by a zombie with a coach? No way.
As the bus sped towards her, she used her last strength to throw herself out of the way. It came so close, she could feel the force of the wind as it missed her legs by a hair. And it continued… the man was clearly an excellent driver, but there was just too much mass, too much speed, and not enough space. He nearly made it, though, braking so hard that the bus turned sideways, and skidded to a halt on the very edge of the ship. Its heavy top, however, continued, tipping the bus towards the waves… and then, it just stood there, seemingly suspended in time, balancing on two wheels on the edge of oblivion.
Holding on to her left side, cradling the broken ribs, she dragged her legs towards the bus. She couldn’t feel her legs, but they still obeyed her, to a degree. She hurt, in so many places that she couldn’t count them, but the place between her legs hurt worst of all. It felt as if somebody had stuck a stick of dynamite up each hole and blown ’em up, and it hardly looked better. But still, she dragged her way to the bus. Looking up, she saw that she was under its shadow, and that if it tipped inwards, she’d be crushed. But she didn’t care. She just walked up to one of the wheels, and gave it one good kick. It wasn’t much, weak as she was, but it was enough. The wheel slid over the edge, shifting the weight of the entire bus in the favor of the sea, and causing the whole thing to slide slowly into the waves. The last thing she saw of it was the driver, looking back at her with a completely expressionless face. A strange guy, indeed.
The air inside the bus held it floating for a minute of so, but busses aren’t build to be airtight. Before the speed of the ship had sailed her out of sight, the coach disappeared into the sea amidst an inferno of bubbles. Jill looked at it with a certain degree of satisfaction. Then, she turned and stared into the sea. She’d never had problems with seasickness. Actually, she’d always kind of enjoyed sailing. Thus, as she opened her mouth, it was her first time ever, “sacrificing to Neptune”.
A few hours later, she was back in the control room. She had turned the ship, and steered it towards a nearby port city. There, she’d jump ship and make an anonymous phone call to the police about the ship carrying weapons. Wouldn’t they be surprised to find all those dead zombies on board too? She breathed deeply, enjoying the salty air. While no longer than her previous two encounters with the T-Virus, it had certainly been the worst, and the most tiring. She wanted revenge on Umbrella, but more than that, she needed a break. A vacation. Maybe she’d take some time off, just like ordinary people, and then return to fighting Umbrella afterwards. Yeah, a few weeks at some lakeside retreat would hit the spot. She’d heard about a nice, little place called Silent Hill… yes, that’d be the place to go, to get away from zombies and monsters for a while.
THE END
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