Resident Evil Code: Veronica - Alfred’s Revenge

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Notes: Hi. I’ve sure been slacking off for a while. So I’ve finally gotten around to writing a reader requested story. The stories that I have mentioned that I am writing in numerous e-mails ARE going to be finished despite that they are all currently incomplete. I have an RE story, another Cardcaptor Sakura fic, and a Silent Hill 2 story all half done. I’ll finish those up and hopefully release them all at once. I also figured I’d better have some sort of story done by Halloween. Anyway I hope you enjoy the story, especially the one who requested it.

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Alfred Ashford stared enraged into the monitor screen before him. His complex was being destroyed. He watched the emerging undead begin to devour his servants and scientists. He smashed his fist into the console, shutting down the screen. He’d be damned if he let the special forces team steal all of his work. He tried desperately to figure out how they had found him. He finally came to a conclusion. It had to be that new prisoner. Alfred picked a sniper rifle up off of his desk. He made sure to chamber a round before leaving his office, towards the main lobby of his base.

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Claire Redfield walked through a quiet hallway towards the lobby. The remains of two zombies covered the tile floor. She had dealt with them when first entering the hallway. Now she was leaving, hoping to find a way to escape elsewhere. As she re-entered the lobby a red dot appeared on her chest. Claire barely had time to scream before the shot fired. Claire jumped out of the way, but was still nicked by the bullet in her left side. Claire cried out as she hit the floor, blood gushing from her wound. She quickly crawled behind the desk in the lobby, avoiding other shots by the sniper.

“You can’t hide from me, Claire. I know what you have done! It was you that ruined my complex! You have soiled the Ashford family name! You will never escape me!” Alfred screamed in such a rage that his voice sounded inhuman.

Alfred descended the stairs searching for Claire, hands clenched tightly onto his rifle. He spotted a trail of blood to the back of the lobby desk. He peered behind the back of the desk and barely avoided the gunshot. Alfred reared back and fired three times into the desk. He ran around the perimeter of the desk setting the laser point onto Claire’s forehead. Claire lay in intense pain. She had caught the three bullets in her arm and shoulder; her pistol lay next to her now useless arm. Claire whimpered in agony while Alfred laughed in insane ecstasy. The one who had destroyed his plans was his! Alfred picked Claire up and brought her deeper into his lab.

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Claire’s consciousness returned when she was dropped onto the cold, metal floor. She looked around and realized that she was in an aircraft hanger, a jet was close by.

“W…why are you doing this?” Claire asked weakly, her eyelids heavy.

“It was you that brought your people here to destroy my work, I will have my revenge, but not here. I want my sister to see my victory. I will lay you at her feet and be rewarded for my work.” Alfred said, the insanity apparent in his voice.

Alfred ran his hand over Claire’s smooth face, letting it trail over her pouting lips, her neck, and onto her chest. He squeezed his hand over her breast, caressing the warm mound. He leaned over and kissed Claire on the mouth, savoring the taste of her blood mixed with her saliva, he left her mouth and kissed her cheek, letting his tongue flick over it.

“I’m sorry Claire, but we must go.” Alfred said pulling Claire into the jet.

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Claire fell into another deep sleep shortly after takeoff. She was awoken again by being slapped several times across the face.

“Don’t die yet, Claire, we’re here.” Alfred said hitting Claire savagely.

Claire looked around the room she was in and gasped at the sight of the capsule. A beautiful woman was held in the capsule. Her eyes were open and it almost appeared that she knew what was happening around her. When she turned her gaze back towards Alfred she saw that he was nude, handgun held in his right hand. He pounced on Claire tearing her vest from her body. He groped her chest, pulling on her nipples. Claire could barely feel it, her body numbed by the cold and pain from her wounds.

Alfred pulled Claire’s shorts down around her ankles. He was quick to place himself against her entrance and slowly pressed himself inside. He kissed Claire wantonly on the mouth, but his eyes weren’t on her, they were on his frozen sister, Alexia. As he slammed into Claire he screamed praises to his sister.

“Yes, Alexia, I love you sister.” Alfred said in a mantra as he plunged himself into Claire, her vaginal walls squeezing at his member.

Alfred’s screaming rose in volume as he pumped faster and faster into Claire, his hand grasping at her breasts, his mouth sucking on her lips, tasting the blood in her mouth. As Claire felt her own forced orgasm approach, she knew her life was over. She figured she better get one last feeling of pleasure before death. Alfred gasped in surprise as Claire began to grind against him. He paid it no mind and continued his pleasurable cries to his sister.

“Alexia!” Alfred cried at the top of his lungs as he member pulsed, spraying his cream deep into Claire’s womb.

Claire gasped weakly as she orgasmed, her cunt pulling the last drops of cum from Alfred. Alfred breathed heavily as he pulled out of Claire. He walked over to the tank, a large smile on his face. He reached out one hand and ran it down the side of the tank, whispering his sister’s name to himself.

The pleasurable look vanished from his face when he turned around and looked at Claire. He pointed the gun at her and fired several times. Claire’s head practically exploded, blood and brain matter splattering over the floor. Alfred returned his gaze to the tank, his smile instantly returning. He softly kissed the tank and wished for the day that his sister would be free.

The End

End Notes: This didn’t turn out as well as I had hoped. The sex scene wasn’t that long and neither was the story. I guess this accounts for the fact that I wanted to get the story done and not have it end up on my pile of incomplete stories. Maybe I’ll rewrite at some point, but for now it is done. I have enough stories to work on.