RESIDENT EVIL

Closet Encounter in the Spencer House

by PJ

 

I had to admit that the Spencer House operation was going better than I had anticipated. The various infected scientists and released experiments were keeping my team busy while I collected data, destroyed files, and prepared the lab for sanitation. My current Umbrella masters would be pleased, hopefully my exceptional performance would earn a well-deserved bonus.

I was emerging from one of the manor's bedrooms after recovering a rather detailed journal of the Umbrella facility's operations when I spied Jill Valentine just turning a corner to the left. I grinned, perhaps I could give myself a bonus.

I strode to the t-intersection and glanced left, Jill was walking cautiously along the passage, pistol held low with both hands. I looked over the walls of the hallway, several closed doors leading into bedrooms, and a smaller door that probably belonged to a linen closet or supply room. I drew my heavy .357 and shifted my grip so I held the weapon by the barrel. I walked into the corridor, crouching as I launched into a sprint, boots thumping upon the thin carpet.

Jill heard my footfalls just as I came within reach of her. The young S.T.A.R.S. officer spun on one heel, raising her pistol, shock spreading across her lovely face when she recognized me.

I hefted my gun and smashed the heavy butt down upon the side of Jill's neck. Jill crashed into the left-hand wall, her pistol thumping to the carpet, her slim body slumping onto the floor. I wrapped my left arm around Jill's waist, I lifted her up, then dragged her to the small door nearby, throwing the portal open, then ducking inside with Jill pressed against me. I slammed the door shut behind me, I pushed Jill onto the far wall.

Jill clung to the bare wall with her right palm, she rubbed the angry bruise at the base of her neck with her left hand. "What the fuck are you doing, Wesker?"

"Taking a short break from the mission," I leered, leveling my pistol at the grimacing young woman. "Do exactly what I say and I won't shoot you."

"I always thought you were a bastard!" snarled Jill, her eyes blazing with fury.

"That's not very nice," I chuckled, aiming my weapon at Jill's heart. "Raise up your shirt, I want to see those beautiful tits of yours."

"No way!" spat Jill, her cheeks turning crimson.

I pulled back the hammer of my pistol, my eyes were cold, my mouth a firm line.

Jill trembled slightly beneath my killing gaze. Reluctantly, Jill yanked up the hem of her uniform shirt from her pants and slowly raised the shirt until her bare breasts dropped free.

"They're very lovely," I complimented. "Now play with them."

"You sick son of a.."

"Ah, ah!" I corrected, waving the muzzle of my weapon.

Blushing hotly, Jill averted her eyes from mine and cupped her pert breasts. Biting her lower lip, Jill started fondling her tits, squeezing and caressing them.

"Good," I nodded, lowering my gun. "You seem well-practiced."

"Go to hell!" snapped Jill, her hands motionless until I raised my weapon again, then palms rubbing once more, fingers gently pinching stiff, rose-pink nipples.

"Now lower your pants."

Glaring at me briefly, Jill stopped massaging her naked breasts and unbuckled her trousers. She jerked her pants down to her ankles, then straightened, arms clasped before her.

"Touch yourself over your panties."

Jill lowered her head, lips quivering as she obeyed me, lowering her left hand to her crotch, tentatively rubbing her pussy with her slim index finger.

 

"Rub harder," I purred, my cock hardening while I watched Jill play with herself, her finger digging into her puffy cunt, small gasps escaping from her parted lips as she fondled herself harder, her panties pressed between the swollen lips of her sex.

"Pull up on your panties, floss your cunt with them," I panted, sweat glistening over my flushed forehead.

Jill met my eyes briefly, her face burning, before she gathered up the front of her panties and pulled the bunched fabric tight against her pussy. Jill fell back against the far wall, moaning softly while she tugged on her underwear, the garment digging deep between the folds of her pink cunt, the panties growing damp from the juices beading on the petals of Jill's labia.

Without instruction, Jill cupped her right breast with her free hand, she fondled the pliant mound while she pulled on her bunched panties, the musky aroma of her aroused cunt filling my nostrils. Jill was panting raggedly now, bucking gently against the wall, her legs locked together as she flossed her underwear through her wet slit. I drew up to Jill, pressed the muzzle of my gun upon her left breast, rolled the cold barrel tip around her engorged nipple as I stared down into her perspiring face, inhaling the scent of her body, her soft, brown hair. Jill looked up at me, her lips gasping, her eyes glazed with sensual pleasure. I kissed Jill hard, sucking on her tender lips, my left palm stroking the back of her right thigh, then rising up to her right buttock, crushing it, massaging the firm, warm cheek.

Jill leaned against me, gasping into my throat, quivering while she orgasmed. I wrapped my left arm around Jill's waist, holding her as she caught her breath. I glanced over Jill's damp hair, examining the closet's contents. I smiled when I spotted what I was looking for.

I released Jill's curvaceous waist and grabbed the roll of duck tape from a nearby shelf.

"Kneel down," I ordered sharply, stepping away from Jill.

With confusion on her face, Jill knelt down compliantly. I knelt in front of her, taking her wrists, pressing them together, then wrapping them both with thick duck tape.

 

"It's too dangerous here, we should go," whispered Jill, struggling with her taped wrists.

"Just a little longer," I replied, pushing Jill onto her back, running my hand over her bare breasts, relishing how warm and smooth they were.

"Please..don't," murmured Jill, closing her eyes, her breath quickening as I fondled her luscious tits, milking them with my strong hands, rolling her erect nipples between thick fingers. Jill moaned, squeezing her eyelids shut, her naked breasts trembling in my grasp.

"I've always wanted to touch you like this, ever since you joined my team," I murmured, sliding my left palm down Jill's bare stomach, grasping the waistband of her soaked panties, slipping the wet underwear down her slender thighs.

"Don't touch me there," begged Jill just before I placed my left index finger against her hard clit, rubbing it gently, my other fingers spreading her pussy open. Jill moaned, her legs fell open, she held her taped wrists between her shivering breasts while I fingered her slowly, my index finger rolling around her throbbing clitoris, my other digits caressing the moist petals of her labia, my fingertips soon sticky with her flowing nectar.

I shifted my knees, changing position so I knelt between Jill's spread legs. Jill looked down at me, her face flushed, lips wet and glistening. "What are you going to do?"

I smiled and wrapped my hands around Jill's taut thighs. I yanked Jill's legs further apart, then lowered my head, sucking hungrily upon her honey-drenched cunt.

"No! Stop it!" moaned Jill sharply, her neck arching, her breasts shuddering as I slurped loudly on her pussy, wriggling my tongue inside her sweet vagina. Jill's pelvis began bucking, her crotch pressed into my face while I devoured her tender sex, licking the entire length of her cunt hole, then sucking on her budding clit, then burying my tongue in her snatch, jabbing my drooling probe between her pussy lips, drawing louder and louder moans from Jill's gasping mouth.

I slid my palms up the backs of Jill's creamy thighs and enfolded her small buttocks with my palms. I squeezed Jill's rounded ass as I nuzzled my mouth in her gushing pussy, swallowing the warm honey flowing from her shivering vagina. Jill's back was arched, she was crying out wildly, writhing underneath me with my mouth buried in her cunt hole, my face soaked with her juices.

As Jill lay beneath me, panting for air, I licked up her heaving belly, resting my right hand on her taped wrists as I kissed the hot flesh between her swelling breasts. Jill moaned and frowned while I licked droplets of sweat from each of her soft tits, I planted cool kisses against her throat, then combed my left hand through her soaked hair.

"I won't forget this, Wesker," swore Jill, her eyes smoldering as she stared up at me.

"I hope not," I smiled, crushing Jill's wet lips with my own, jaws working as I thrust my tongue into Jill's warm mouth.

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