RESIDENT EVIL 2: POSSESSIONS

by PJ

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Police Chief Brian Irons stumbled into his richly adorned office, flicking on the overhead lights with the switch near the doorway. The obese man shifted Beverly Harris within his arms, her limp head falling off his left shoulder, bobbing up and down as he staggered towards his imported walnut desk. Brian gently lowered Beverly's body upon the desktop, straightening the white, strapless dress that clung to the young woman's alluring curves. Brian leered at Beverly's motionless body, his mouth watered with hunger, to kiss that pale white skin, to taste her...

Brian shook his head, his breathing heavy and labored. The fat police chief walked behind his desk and sat down heavily within the plush, heavily padded leather chair. He opened a desk drawer, withdrawing a glass and a small bottle of scotch. Brian poured a full measure, gulping the entire drink in one quick swig. The scotch burned down Brian's gullet, dispelling the fear that had coiled within his belly. Brian gazed down lovingly at Beverly, he brushed a curl of golden hair away from her face, her features angelic and glowing in repose. He pressed a finger against her lips, her chin, down her neck, then across her bare shoulder blades, until he reached the cleft between her breasts. Brian began to pant softly, sweat beaded his forehead as he slid his finger over her cool, bare cleavage, ending his journey just above her flat stomach. The bloodstain gleamed in the light, it was still moist, the copper reek strong inside Brian's wide nostrils.

"No!" shuddered Brian, jerking his hand away, burying himself in the warm embrace of his leather chair. He stared at Beverly wide-eyed, wiping the rank sweat off his face with the back of his pudgy right hand. Beverly slept on, unaware, serene.

"Have to get you somewhere safe," muttered Brian, reaching beneath the front desk drawer, pushing the button that would open the secret door behind him. The wall panel slid up into the ceiling, a short stone passageway built behind the concealed portal.

Brian rose slowly to his feet, exhausted, yet determined to keep Beverly safe from the roaming zombies that terrorized the police station. The large man carefully picked up Beverly, tenderly carrying her down the hallway to an open elevator. Brian shut the folding gate with his right foot before poking the down button with one of his right hand digits. The elevator shuddered to life, descending sedately to the Sanctuary.

The single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling flashed to life, blinking on and off until it had warmed up. Brian Irons walked to the long, rectangular wooden table that sat in the middle of the room, then placed Beverly Harris' sleeping form softly upon it.

"So beautiful," murmured Brian, his scotch-laden breath washing over the slumbering young woman's face. He caressed her cool right cheek, her skin soft, so soft. Beverly's lips beckoned Brian, they glistened with red lipstick, full and sensual. Brian closed his eyes, placing his lips over Beverly's, pushing against her slack mouth. Brian moaned, she tasted so good! He rubbed his mouth over hers, his tongue flicking across her lips, touching them, savoring them.

Brian straightened, touching his mouth with his right hand. Her kiss was everything he had imagined! He gazed around the breadth of his Sanctuary, at the shelves filled with jars and equipment, the tools he used to create his masterpieces. Brian inhaled the perfume filled air, the sweet aroma of preservative fluids and the gentle scent of Beverly's luscious body. Brian went to the set of shelves on the other side of the table, grasping a long polished steel knife. He stood next to the table, sliding the knife underneath the low neck of Beverly's dress, shivering with obscene pleasure as the blade's edge parted the soft white fabric. Brian casually tossed the blood-soaked garment onto the floor near his feet, his attention fixed on the knife while it cut the right side strap of Beverly's pink panties. He pulled up on the torn undergarment, sliding it across the girl's pale, puffy-lipped cunt. Brian balled the panties in his right hand, raising them to his nose, inhaling sharply, the cloy scent of her sex headier than anything the man had experienced in his life. Brian rubbed Beverly's panties over his fleshy face, his tongue extended, his moans of joy echoing within the stone-walled chamber. Shaking in ecstasy, Brian reluctantly set the girl's panties on a shelf, there were greater pleasures yet to be sampled!

Brian removed Beverly's high-heeled shoes, placing them on top of her torn dress. Beverly now lay naked before Brian, every curve exposed, every inch of her white-blue flesh calling for his touch, his caress. Brian wiped drool away from his quivering mouth. He discarded his jacket, shirt, and trousers, then tugged off his wide boxer shorts. The cold air of the Sanctuary caused Brian's bare skin to break out in goose bumps while he climbed on top of the table, Beverly waiting eagerly beneath him. Brian lowered his flabby bulk onto Beverly, her flesh cooling his feverish body. He grasped Beverly's right hand, guiding it to his flaccid cock. Brian closed Beverly's fingers around his throbbing shaft, her soft touch making his prick shudder with desire. He kissed Beverly's left breast, her nipple stiff as he slavered around it with his moist tongue. Beverly's hand slid up and down Brian's member, making it stiffen with excitement. Brian rubbed the girl's tits with his mouth, his drool glistening on the twin peaks, the flesh smooth and soft between his thick lips.

Brian teased Beverly with the tip of his cock, slipping it down the length of her cunt, her silky hand still massaging his aching shaft. He pried Beverly's willing mouth open, covering it with his own dripping lips, his tongue plunging down her throat. Brian cupped Beverly's left breast with his right hand, fondling it while he embraced the beautiful young woman, the scent of her golden hair teasing his nostrils.

Unable to wait any longer, Brian rose off of Beverly, a sticky red splotch across his fat stomach. Brian opened Beverly's long, slim, white legs, caressing her silky thighs with his paws. Irons ground his teeth together, grunting as he slowly pushed his cock into Beverly's delicate pussy. Brian groaned with pleasure when Beverly's vagina folded around his shaft. He inserted his member even deeper into the girl, burying it up to the balls in her warm, velvety womb. Brian bent both of Beverly's legs, kissing each of her smooth kneecaps. He started humping Beverly's pussy, the slap of flesh against flesh beautiful to the police chief's ears. Brian wrapped Beverly's shaking tits with his hands, massaging the soft mounds, groaning in ecstasy with each powerful thrust into the prone girl's cunt. Beverly moved in time with Brian, their entwined bodies joined together, her face glowing with bliss, her red lips parted slightly. Brian pressed his bloated body over Beverly's, warm stickiness covering both of their bellies as Brian kissed Beverly passionately, his plump fingers buried within the girl's rich, golden hair.

Brian groaned loudly when he orgasmed, his wide hips jerking as he squirted his semen into Beverly's soft vagina. Brian licked Beverly's face, sucked on her tender lower lip.

Irons was straddling Beverly's head, rubbing his cum-slick cock across her pouting red lips, when he heard the elevator grind into motion. The fat police chief rolled off the table, bending down to pick up his boxers. When the elevator returned, Brian was fully dressed and armed with a VP70 pistol. He hid near the left side of the Sanctuary entrance, tense with fear while the massive door pushed open on oiled hinges.

Irons' eyes widened when he beheld a young girl enter his Sanctuary. She wore cut off shorts and a tight pink vest. The girl had a ponytail of lush, brown hair, her lips pursed, promising pleasures that made Brian erect with anticipation.

The girl gasped when she saw Beverly's body lying on the table. She raised a pistol with both hands, searching the room intently.

"Freeze!" snapped Irons, placing the muzzle of his gun against the girl's left temple.

The girl stiffened, her left eye flicking towards Brian.

"Drop the gun, bitch!"

The slim girl reluctantly dropped her pistol to the stone floor.

"Very good! Since you've stumbled into my private playroom, let's play a game, shall we?" chuckled Irons, his eyes smoldering with fresh lust.

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Claire Redfield's eyelids drooped down, nearly closing until she caught herself at the last moment. The chloroform still had Claire in its grip, the brief exposure making her disoriented and weak. She struggled against the handcuffs that trapped her wrists, held above her head on a coat hook. The young woman focused her blurry vision on Police Chief Irons, who was laying a dead girl's body carefully on the floor in the far corner of the room. He draped the naked girl's body with her torn white dress, then rose to his feet, turning slowly to regard his lovely prisoner.

"What's your name, dear?" whispered Irons, his wide mouth creasing into a wild grin.

"Claire...Claire Redfield," slurred the girl.

"Redfield? That name sounds familiar," frowned Irons.

"My brother is a member of S.T.A.R.S."

"Ah. Are you looking for him?"

"Yes."

"You'll never find him now," giggled Irons, reaching forward to stroke Claire's left cheek.

"Don't touch me!" protested Claire, tugging vainly on the handcuffs that trapped her.

"You're all mine," purred Irons, kneeling in front of Claire, slipping his hands up and down her slim, bare legs.

Claire tried to jerk her legs out of the fat chief's paws, but her body refused to obey, paralyzed by the chloroform.

Irons unbuttoned Claire's shorts, enjoying himself while he unzipped the front. Claire whimpered softly, unable to do anything but watch as Irons tugged down her shorts, then removed her panties. Claire's pussy became warm when Irons started fondling her cunt, his pudgy fingers rubbing up and down her smooth slit.

"Stop it," begged Claire, her lips trembling.

Irons growled, burying his face in Claire's pussy. Claire moaned, her thighs shuddering, as Irons slurped on her cunt, his tongue caressing her clitoris until it shivered with excitement. Irons squeezed Claire's hips, moving his hands over her belly, her flesh warm beneath his palms. Claire pressed her thighs together, but Irons burrowed into her cunt with his tongue, poking inside her moistening vagina.

"Please..." murmured Claire, a tear slipping from her left eye.

"You taste so good," said Irons, pushing Claire's legs apart, fastening his mouth onto her pussy, lapping hungrily at her twat. Claire's panting filled the room, her moans of protest making Irons even more enthusiastic as he sucked on her cunt. The police chief grasped Claire's small ass, squeezing the firm buttocks wantonly, prying her cheeks apart while he ran his tongue over her cunt hole. Irons licked the droplets of honey that fell from Claire's pussy before standing up and unfastening Claire's pink vest. Claire looked at Irons with glazed eyes, her mouth hanging open, expelling her ragged breath. Irons kissed Claire's slack mouth, consuming her lips, fondling her tongue with his own. He sliced off Claire's vest, tossing it away, crushing the young woman's tits in his large, meaty hands. While Claire groaned weakly, Irons filled his mouth with her right breast, sucking loudly on it, biting the tender nipple with his teeth. Irons fondled Claire's left breast as he pulled back on her ponytail, slithering his tongue up her neck until he reached her panting lips. He kissed her again, reveling in her helplessness, her inability to refuse him. Irons kissed Claire's small chin, then returned his mouth to her tits, licking them, sucking deeply on them, his blood pounding from the luscious taste of the handcuffed girl's hot flesh.

Irons reached for his belt buckle, unfastening it, slipping the belt away from his ample waist. He wrapped it around Claire's neck, cinching it tight against her throat. The police chief unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to his feet. He grabbed his stiff cock with his left hand, guiding it to Claire's pussy. Irons tightened the belt, smiling while Claire struggled to breathe. He rammed his member into her cunt, his shaft burrowing within her vagina. Claire coughed softly, her vision darkening, her lungs on fire as Irons slammed into her cunt, his fat belly crashing against her firm torso. Claire hung bonelessly in her wrist bonds, her arms and legs as weak as noodles, her body shaking with each violent thrust into her vagina. Just when Claire thought she would lose consciousness, Irons eased the vice grip of his belt, letting her intake just enough air to remain aware of her rape. Claire felt Irons' cock inside her, she felt it throb with his obscene lust, warm and engorged between her legs. Irons grunted like a pig, his bloated body slamming into hers as he orgasmed, filling her belly with his awful cum.

Irons unhooked Claire from the coat pin, forcing her onto her knees. The cold stone of the floor bit Claire's bare kneecaps while Irons tilted her face up by the chin and forced his slimy cock against her lips. Claire groaned, turning her head aside, Irons' semen smearing over her mouth. Irons removed his pistol from his jacket pocket, placing the cold muzzle against Claire's left temple. Claire closed her eyes, then wrapped Irons' cock with her lips, sucking lightly on the cum-slick head. Irons groaned with pleasure, shoving his tool deeper into Claire's moist mouth. Claire sucked on the entire length of prick, her tongue rolling over it, caressing it. Irons stroked Claire's soft brown hair, his gun digging into the girl's skin, urging her for even more attention. Claire allowed Irons' cock to slide further into her throat, the thick, veined shaft rubbing her esophagus, filling her mouth. Remnants of Irons' cream slipped down Claire's throat, thick, oily drops that she swallowed against her will.

The fat police chief pulled Claire to her feet, slamming her against the edge of the wooden worktable. He knocked her legs apart, grasping her hips with his hands. Irons placed the head of his cock over Claire's anus before shoving it into her rectum. Claire moaned loudly, her ass throbbing with pain as Irons probed deeper into her sphincter, his member quivering inside her. Irons slapped his hands against Claire's buttocks while he fucked her, his engorged tool stuffed inside her tiny anus. Claire rested her arms on the tabletop, her ass thrusting up violently, her feet on tiptoes. She grunted with each thrust into her ass, Irons' cock like an unforgiving spike driven deep into her rectum.

"You like it, don't you, bitch?" grunted Irons, spanking Claire's buttocks until they glowed red.

Claire gritted her teeth, struggling to avoid crying out, her ass shivering in agony. Irons climaxed again, his sticky milk overflowing out of Claire's butt-hole, slithering down her legs to the grey floor.

Irons shoved Claire onto her knees again. He turned her to face him, then rubbed his cock over her face, his cum dripping down her cheeks, nose, and mouth.

"So pretty," grinned Irons, caressing Claire's hair. He retrieved the chloroform drenched cloth from another jacket pocket. He pressed the cloth over Claire's face, waiting until she slumped to the floor unconscious, beautiful in her repose.

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Claire's screams were muffled by the leather strap fastened inside her mouth. She lay naked on the long wooden worktable, her wrists and ankles tied in rope and secured to the legs of the table. Irons rode Claire's ass, shoving his cock into her pussy, whipping her back with a thick leather strap. Claire squeezed her eyes shut, tears gleaming down her cheeks as the leather slapped against her bruised flesh, sending fresh spikes of agony through her slim body. Irons laughed insanely, caressing Claire's right buttock with his hand, his shaft slipping easily into Claire's vagina, the member slick with the girl's warm juices.

Chief Irons lowered his fat belly onto Claire's spine. He licked the back of her neck, reaching underneath her torso to roughly fondle her left breast.

"So sweet, and you're all mine!" breathed Irons into Claire's ear, tugging on her lobe with his teeth. Irons pumped his crotch loudly against Claire's butt, filling her hole with his stiff meat. Claire struggled within her bonds, trying to work the thick rope loose, but the restraints were too secure, the hemp rope bit into Claire's skin, marring the girl's already abused body. Irons yanked back on Claire's ponytail of brown hair, making her grimace with pain while he licked her left cheek, enjoying the flavor of her creamy, warm skin. Irons slapped Claire's ass, grunting as he shoved himself into her cunt, her honey slithering across his engorged prick. Iron's thrusts became faster, more urgent, as his orgasm drew close. He grasped Claire's hips, raising her ass slightly before he stabbed into her one last time. Claire groaned into her gag, revulsion twisting her stomach as she felt the bloated police chief's cum squirt into her womb. The thick, sticky cream splattered out of her pussy, dripping down her sleek, white thighs.

Irons rested his right hand over the base of Claire's spine, breathing heavily, clammy sweat falling from his flabby body. He climbed off of Claire, going to one of the supply shelves to get a fresh wad of cloth. Irons poured chloroform on the cloth, then drew close to Claire's face, tugging the gag out of her mouth before slapping the drug-laced cloth over her face.

"No!" protested Claire before the cloth pressed against her lips. She tried to pull her face away from the cloth, but Irons held the back of her head with his meaty left palm, his right hand holding the reeking cloth firmly over her mouth and nose. The chloroform began its work, Claire became light-headed, her vision blurred, she lost touch with her body. Irons pried open both of Claire's eyes. When the orbs took on a glassy sheen, Irons smiled in satisfaction. He discarded the damp cloth, his hands working to untie the thick ropes binding Claire to the table. Claire was too groggy to take advantage of her freedom as Irons wrapped his left arm around her slender waist and pulled her off the table. Claire stood unsteadily on her bare feet, her legs trembled, she had to lean heavily on Irons to remain upright. Irons caressed Claire's soft hair, he tilted her head up, closing his mouth over hers, his tongue tasting her yielding pink lips.

Irons half-supported, half-carried Claire to a small open space on the floor between the table and the door. He pushed Claire onto her knees, then grasped her cheeks with both hands, guiding her face to his cock.

"Suck it," murmured Irons, his eyes dark, his fat lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Please," pleaded Claire, her lips shivering, the chloroform filling her mind with a warm fog.

"Suck it, bitch!" roared Irons, slapping Claire across the face.

Claire moaned, covering her flaming left cheek with her palm, tears falling down her face. She tentatively placed her lips on the tip of Irons' cock, licking the slitted opening with her tongue. Irons closed his hands over Claire's head, he shoved her face onto his member, stuffing her mouth with his cum-slick meat. Claire groaned softly in protest, her cheeks taut while she unwillingly sucked on Irons' shaft, the engorged tip rubbing against the back wall of her esophagus. When Claire continued to suck on his prick without compulsion, Irons lowered his hands to Claire's tits, pinching her stiff nipples, cupping the soft mounds with his palms. Claire slid her mouth up and down the sides of Irons' penis, her tongue caressing every inch, moistening the cock flesh with her saliva. She massaged the shuddering pole with her sensual lips, moving back to his aching prick head, nibbling on it with her teeth.

Irons moaned in ecstasy, he pulled his cock out of Claire's mouth, shooting his load over her beautiful, young face. Claire closed her mouth so she wouldn't taste any of Irons' cum. The police chief dragged the tip of his prick across Claire's cheeks, he made her inhale the musky reek of his sperm-drenched shaft.

A shudder in the floor stopped Irons from humiliating Claire further. The fat man looked around, his eyes wide as the floor beneath him vibrated again, stronger this time. Before Irons could reach for the pistol lying amidst his discarded clothes, the floor ripped open beneath him. Irons screamed, clawing at the edges of the hole that now existed beneath him. A huge, grey-fleshed hand wrapped around Irons' obese waist, tugging him into the darkness. Irons disappeared, his screams turning into wet gurgles as the sounds of tearing flesh filled the room.

Claire crawled to the back of the room where Beverly's body lay, her legs pressed against her belly, her eyes wide as she listened to the awful crunching and ripping sounds coming from beneath the floor. Suddenly, a blood-drenched lump was hurled out of the hole, splashing down onto the floor. Blood and bits of gore splattered against the wall near the door, the room filling with a charnel stench. Claire covered her nose and mouth with her left hand, her eyes locked on the hole, terrified of what might come up to feast on her. A roar resounded from the depths, shaking everything in the room. Sounds of feet sloshing through water came from the hole, slowly fading away until only silence remained.

Claire shuddered. She took a deep, ragged breath, then stood up, the stone floor cold against her feet as she approached the blood-drenched heap that had once been Police Chief Irons. Irons' body no longer had a human appearance, it was simply a mound of steaming, gore-torn meat. Claire stifled a retch, shifting her eyes away from Irons to his clothing. She buttoned on his large shirt, then pulled her panties and shorts back on. Claire checked her own pistol, then retrieved Irons', sliding it beneath her belt next to her spine. Taking one last look at the dead police chief, Claire opened the thick, reinforced door, gratefully inhaling the fresh air from the hallway before she closed the door behind her, sealing away the nightmare she had just endured.

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