RESIDENT EVIL 02:

STORMING THE GATES OF HELL

by PJ

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Jill Valentine sat opposite her two companions in the passenger bay of the S.T.A.R.S. helicopter, the interior dimly lit by red glowing bulbs. Fia checked her shotgun one more time, running her right hand over the barrel before sliding it back into the back shoulder holster near her left arm. Zyta ran a sharpening stone over her combat knife, smoothly running the razor sharp edge back and forth across the flat stone's surface.

"So you've fought these zombies before, huh?" asked Fia, brushing away a lock of red hair from her beautiful face.

"Yes, several times, and they never get easier."

"Well, we'll nail the bastards this time, and get the info S.T.A.R.S. needs to shut down Umbrella for good."

"I hope so, Umbrella's been very slippery, they know how to cover their asses."

"They haven't gone against Fia and Zyta yet, have they?" grinned Fia, slapping Zyta playfully on the right arm. Zyta raised her eyes from her gleaming knife, her mouth slowly forming a smile that made Jill shiver.

"Zyta will cut those bastards' dicks off and make them choke on the things!" laughed Fia.

Jill smiled at Fia's bravado, she remembered being that enthusiastic once, before her experiences in a certain manor house near Raccoon City. She turned to her left, looking past the two pilots and out the wide helicopter cockpit. The Rocky Mountains loomed closer, cloaked by the night, reputedly hiding Umbrella Incorporated's main North American research facility. The mission was simple, penetrate Umbrella's defenses, retrieve damning information about Umbrella's illegal experiments, and safely reach the pick up point outside the facility, so that S.T.A.R.S. could use the data to prove to the U.S. government what horrors Umbrella was inflicting upon U.S. citizens. The government would have to shut Umbrella down, and without the revenues coming from the U.S. division, hopefully the entire Umbrella corporation would fall apart. Jill clasped her trembling hands together. She wasn't a religious person, but she prayed, she prayed that their mission would succeed, and she prayed that her teammates would make it out alive.

The jet black helicopter landed gracefully on the wide mountain ledge. The sliding door on the port side was shoved open, and the three slim young women waiting within hurled themselves into the dust cloud caused by the helicopter's backwash. Zyta took point, running silently into the rocks, scouting the area with her sharp dark blue eyes. Jill and Fia ran to the mountain face while the helicopter rose back into the air and disappeared quietly into the churning black clouds above.

Jill drew her Heckler & Koch VP 70 pistol, pumping a round into the firing chamber as Fia readied her own pistol. Zyta emerged from the darkness, her bow gun cocked and ready.

"We're clear," said the taciturn blonde woman.

"We have to follow this ridge north," instructed Jill, pointing with her gun.

"Let's get on with it," grinned Fia, motioning for Jill to follow her as Zyta took point, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

"We followed your instructions to the letter, sir," said the nervous young scientist as he lead CEO Sebastian Moriarity through the well lit metal hallway.

"Excellent. You've done well," complimented Sebastian, his hands resting on his ample belly while he followed the sweating scientist to the laboratory he had specifically ordered for his pet project. A series of windows let Sebastian look into the immense lab, the room dark except for the light emanating from a few monitor screens and lamps placed on the floor at each corner of the chamber beaming up narrow streams of white light toward the ceiling. The scientist opened the door for Moriarity, who strode into the lab like an emperor entering his throne room. The sterile, filtered air still had a faint touch of fear, fear flowing from the six young girls bound atop examination tables in the center of the lab.

"Did you have any trouble getting the subjects I requested?"

"No, sir. This bunch came from a bus traveling through one of the local passes. We had an Umbrella SWAT team capture the girls and make it seem that the bus went down a cliff in an accident."

"Very good," smiled Moriarity, his eyes roving over the cheerleader uniform clad body of a gorgeous blonde girl. "You may leave, I can take it from here."

"Yes, sir!" acknowledged the scientist, gratefully leaving the lab and its demented overseer.

Moriarity removed his rich coat, draping it over the back of a nearby chair. He went to one of the lab's refrigerators, taking out a syringe filled with a bright green liquid. Sebastian approached the lovely blonde girl who had caught his eye, her face contorted with terror.

"What is your name, child?" murmured Sebastian, holding up the syringe with his right hand while rubbing the girl's bare right arm with an alcohol drenched cotton ball.

"G...G...Gwen," stuttered the girl, her eyes locked on the gleaming needle hovering above her.

"What a sweet name," smiled Sebastian before he rammed the syringe into Gwen's arm, injecting the thick green fluid into the girl's bloodstream. Gwen gasped as her arm burned in agony, the pain spreading into her chest and around her heart.

"This is what I call the S-Virus, Gwen," said Sebastian conversationally, rubbing the point of injection with the cotton ball again. "It's a specially designed variation of the G-Virus that I came up with myself. Instead of attacking and mutating the entire body of its victim, the S-Virus merely alters the brain, destroying the centers of free will and memory. The victim becomes a slave, obeying anyone who gives her a command, but keeping her lovely body intact," grinned Moriarity, running his right hand over Gwen's breasts and down her flat belly.

Gwen regarded Moriarity while a feverish sweat broke out over her flushed white skin. Her lips trembled, cracking from lack of moisture. Gwen's tits pumped like she was sprinting in a race, and her limbs quivered controllably as the S-Virus traveled through her blood. Gwen's mind became fuzzier and fuzzier, her vision blurred, she felt her consciousness start to slip away.

"I'll be back after the S-Virus has done its work, then we'll have some fun together," promised Sebastian, gently kissing Gwen's shivering red lips before departing.

Jill, Fia, and Zyta hid behind an outcropping of rock, pondering the guard station that allowed entry into the massive block of the Umbrella research compound. This lone portal along a narrow ridge was guarded by two grey uniformed Umbrella SWAT soldiers, their faces obscured by red goggles and dark grey breathing masks.

"The guards shouldn't be a problem," said Zyta.

"How do you want to take them out?" inquired Jill.

"I'll hit one with my bow gun, you take out the one on the right with your pistol. There aren't any security cameras so we can get a little messy."

"Right," nodded Jill.

Zyta raised her bow gun, aiming through the telescopic sight fastened above the stock of her weapon. She caressed the trigger, and a long dark bolt silently flew out, lodging deep within one of the guard's throats. The soldier fell back against the wall of the compound, bright red blood spurting through his grasping fingers. The soldier's companion turned to help his comrade, but took a bullet to the back of the head instead, his brains spraying wetly across a section of stone near the doorway. Zyta ran towards the prone guards, the brainless man still twitching from death spasms. She took the right hand of the man she had shot with her bow gun, drawing her combat knife from her right boot and hacking the hand off of the dead man's wrist. She pressed the still warm palm against the sensor plate near the door, the panel glowing green just before the portal hissed open. Zyta peeked down both sides of a long, well lit corridor before signaling the all clear to her two waiting teammates. Jill and Fia followed the black garbed woman, Jill with her pistol held in a two handed grip, Fia with her shotgun cradled in her slim, bare arms. After Fia passed through the open door, the hatch hissed shut behind her, sealing all three young women in Umbrella's unholy lair.

Sebastian Moriarity returned to his private lab after consuming a generous dinner and enjoying half a bottle of rich wine with a cigar. He checked each of the six girls strapped upon their examining tables, their young bodies covered in sweat as the S-Virus ravaged through their bloodstreams. He saved Gwen for last, the slim, golden haired cheerleader lying motionless upon her steel lab table, her skin pale and cool to the touch. Gwen's eyes stared upwards, clouded and empty of intelligence.

Sebastian touched Gwen's full lips with his index finger, then placed his right hand underneath her tight uniform tunic, caressing her smooth stomach, then her firm, rounded breasts. Gwen moaned, a pleasing purr that a cat would make when being stroked by her master.

"Excellent," smiled Sebastian, eagerly removing the leather restraint from Gwen's right wrist. He quickly unfastened all of Gwen's bonds before helping her up into a sitting position.

"Take off your top," ordered Moriarity with lewd glee.

Gwen grasped the hem of her red tunic, pulling the garment off and tossing it to the floor without hesitation. Gwen's bare tits hung temptingly in front of Moriarity, the skin forming goose bumps from the cool laboratory air.

"Take off your shoes, socks, and panties."

Gwen unlaced and tugged off her polished black and white shoes, then removed her white ankle socks. She reached underneath her short pleated red and black skirt, yanking down her red silk panties and sliding them off her sleek legs before dropping them next to her discarded top.

"Show me your pussy and play with it."

Gwen raised the hem of her skirt, displaying her narrow pink cunt with a tuft of golden pubic hair just above it. She spread open the entrance of her vagina with her left hand, the fingers of her right stroking the lips of her cunt until they glistened with her juices. Gwen moaned softly, her fingers sliding up and down her pussy while Sebastian walked to the head of the exam table, unzipping his well-tailored grey pinstriped trousers.

"Suck my cock."

Gwen turned her body to face Moriarity, her fingers still massaging her wet cunt as she lowered her mouth onto her master's stiffening prick. Gwen fastened her lips tightly around Sebastian's cock, her head pumping back and forth as she sucked enthusiastically upon the hard meat pole. Moriarity lowered his left hand, squeezing Gwen's left breast, fondling the cool, silky flesh with his palm. Gwen slid her lips down the bottom of Sebastian's cock to his dangling balls, then took them in her small mouth, sucking them loudly, covering them with her dripping saliva.

"That's my little whore," groaned Sebastian, his right hand behind Gwen's head, buried in her thick golden hair as she sucked his member down into her warm, tight throat. He looked down at Gwen's crotch, where she continued to fondle her quivering pussy, honey trickling out in a nearly continuous stream, pooling between her firm, luscious thighs.

"Stop sucking," ordered Sebastian, removing his aching cock from Gwen's sensual mouth, moving to the foot of the table before climbing atop it. He spread Gwen's yielding legs apart, pressing the engorged head of his prick against the lips of Gwen's cunt.

"Beg for it."

"Please, please fuck me," moaned Gwen, her tongue sliding across her dry, red lips.

Sebastian grasped Gwen's hips with both hands, ramming his cock into her moist pussy. Gwen arched her back, her long blonde hair falling over the edge of the exam table as she rubbed her nipples with her small hands, her stomach muscles clenched while Sebastian dove deep into her vagina. Sebastian grunted like a beast as he thrust again and again into the naked girl's slit, his hands forcing her hips forward onto his stiff pole. Gwen seized the edges of the exam table, she pushed her body onto Moriarity's cock, forcing it ever deeper into her belly. Gwen's moans filled the lab, drool flowed freely from her slack mouth as Sebastian slapped his crotch against hers, her honey dripping from his balls onto the tops of her bare thighs.

Moriarity climaxed with a loud grunt, quickly removing his cock to spill his load across Gwen's heaving stomach. Gwen spread Sebastian's cum over her skin, then raised her jism-soaked fingers to her mouth, devouring her master's cream with relish.

"A successful first trial," panted Sebastian, climbing down to the floor before zipping up his pants. He rebound Gwen to the table, then left to shower and get some much deserved rest. Gwen moved languidly within her tight bonds, enjoying the feel of Sebastian's warm semen over her cool skin. She slowly licked his cum from her lips, savoring every drop, hungry for more, much more.

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"How long since station fourteen reported in?" inquired the officer at the sentry station.

"Two hours, sir," replied one of the female console operators.

"Sergeant, take a squad and investigate station fourteen," ordered the officer.

"Yes, sir!" nodded the sergeant, stamping out his cigarette before punching the arm of another smoking soldier. "Let's go!"

The six armor-vested guards started marching out of the pentagram shaped room when the door to the south burst open. Fia leveled her shotgun and fired, catching five of the guards. Blood splattered everywhere as the five men fell, the wounded sergeant drawing his sidearm clumsily. While Fia pumped another round into her shotgun, Zyta slid past her, firing a bolt from her bow gun, impaling the officer in the chest. While the officer fell backwards, the three female console operators shot up to their feet, drawing sidearms. Fia fired her shotgun again, blasting two of the operators. Jill aimed her pistol with both hands and shot the last operator between the eyes, the woman firing reflexively once into the floor before falling.

"Noisy," rebuked Zyta, moving behind the crescent shaped half wall that protected the bank of security consoles, casually shooting the wounded sergeant in the heart with her bow gun. She disabled all of the security cameras, then brought up a schematic of the entire compound, searching for secure terminals into the main databanks of Umbrella's facility.

"Watch that door," ordered Jill, pointing to the far north door. As Fia loaded another shell into her gun, guarding the northern exit, Jill checked each of the remaining doorways, making sure no other guards came to investigate the now silent sentry station.

"Sir, we have a security breech," reported a tense voice over Moriarity's desk intercom. Sebastian sighed, halting in the middle of his large breakfast to wipe at his thick lips with a white silk napkin.

"Where?"

"B-Block, sir, the western sector of the compound."

"Lock down B-Block. Release sentinel units alpha and beta."

"Yes, sir!"

Moriarity returned to his scrambled eggs and sausage, admiring the sun as it slowly rose above the stark, yet beautiful northwestern landscape.

"We've got trouble! They just sealed off this section of the compound," said Zyta, the light from the monitor screen giving her lovely face a harsh cast. The main lights shut down, replaced by much weaker green emergency lights.

"Shit," muttered Fia, turning her gaze from her companions back to the empty corridor stretching off north.

"Can we break out?" asked Jill as she stood pensively behind Zyta.

"We won't have to. They sealed all the passages to the other sectors, but I'm still reading an active data terminal in our area. We just have to travel down two levels to a research bay."

"Good. Let's get there before they discover the leak and shut it down," said Jill, letting Zyta proceed ahead of her to the east door of the room. Fia guarded the rear as Zyta raised her loaded bow gun and led the way down the green lit hallway.

The elevator doors hissed open, admitting Jill, Fia, and Zyta into an empty guard station. Zyta scouted out the room, then disappeared down the single exit passage, her bow gun cocked and ready. Jill walked to the bank of consoles, not surprised to find them dark and without power. She followed Zyta out into the passage, Fia cautiously trailing behind them all. The three young women walked down the dimly lit hall until they reached a y-intersection. Zyta went down the right hand branch while Fia checked out the left. Jill was the first one to notice when a thick steel wall slid down from the ceiling, slamming into the floor behind Zyta.

"Fia! We're cut off from Zyta!" shouted Jill, her gun held tightly with both of her gloved hands.

Before Fia could reply, gunfire filled the left-hand hallway. Fia ducked to the floor, but a round cut deeply into her right arm. She fired her shotgun, knocking down several humanoid forms in the distance.

"Get back here!" screamed Jill, firing her pistol, covering Fia as the red-maned girl crawled quickly back to the intersection.

Bathed in the weak green light coming from the overhead emergency lamps, five zombies dressed in grey jumpsuits shambled towards Jill and Fia, M-16 rifles held limply in their rotting hands. The two zombies in front raised their rifles, firing their weapons until the magazines were empty. The zombies reloaded their weapons slowly, moving like programmed automatons.

"Gun wielding zombies?" gasped Fia, sitting with her back pressed against the wall while Jill fired four shots at the advancing undead, blasting one zombie's head apart like a ripe melon.

"These aren't the first, another S.T.A.R.S. unit encountered zombies like these in Caliban Cove."

Fia waited until the hail of gunfire abated, then reached around the corner with her shotgun, quickly poking her head out to aim and fire her weapon. The shotgun burst caught both of the lead zombies, blasting large holes in their torsos. The two trailing zombies raised their rifles, sending two streams of tracer fire towards Fia. Fia cursed as she hid behind the passageway corner again, bullets creating indentations in the wall next to her. As the zombies reloaded, Jill returned fire, squeezing off three shots at the left hand zombie. She created an ugly wound in the creature's throat, then blasted his jaws apart, his lower jaw falling wetly to the polished metal floor. Unconcerned with his shattered, gushing mouth, the zombie crudely aimed his rifle and fired at Jill, forcing her back into the shelter of the adjacent hallway. Fia extended her shotgun, blasting the right hand zombie off his feet, then Jill followed up with her pistol, emptying the clip into the jawless zombie until he fell down in a bloody ruin.

"Are there any more?"

"No, we're clear," replied Jill, slapping a fresh clip into her pistol before replacing it within her belt holster.

"Ouch," grimaced Fia, clutching her right arm while examining the bullet wound upon it.

Jill opened a thigh pouch, removing a canister of first aid spray. She wiped the wound clean with a sterile pad, then sprayed over the wound, sealing it and preventing further bleeding.

"Thanks," grinned Fia weakly, her face covered with perspiration.

"We better keep moving before more sentries move in on this position."

"What about Zyta?"

Jill glanced at the sealed off corridor, then rose to her feet, helping Fia up.

"She's on her own."

Zyta slowly advanced down the green illuminated passageway, her bow gun brandished before her. She kept all of her senses open: sight, smell, and hearing, alert for any sign of ambushers. In a way, she was glad that she was alone, she preferred to hunt solo, with no distractions from comrades, or former lovers. She emerged into yet another sentry station, the central crescent console abandoned and dark. Two doors provided egress from the room, one on the far wall and one to the right. Zyta pursed her black painted lips, quietly moving to the right hand door. She tested the knob and discovered that it was unlocked. She slowly opened the door, peering into the darkness beyond.

The reek of decayed flesh was Zyta's only warning before a zombie hurled at her, grasping her arms while pushing her back towards the console desk. Zyta's back smashed into the unyielding console, sharp pain exploding up and down her spine. She fired her bow gun, three bolts in quick succession. The zombie groaned as the bolts buried themselves in his belly, black blood spurting out to splash across Zyta's dark tunic and pale face. Zyta slammed her right leg into the zombie's crotch, then pushed him off of her with her boot. She drew her pistol smoothly as three more zombies left the soldier's barracks, arms extended towards the grim faced woman. She opened up on one zombie's face, reducing it to a canvas of torn flesh and bone. She kicked the middle zombie away as she reloaded her weapon, but the third zombie grasped her right arm, spinning her and throwing her towards one of the room's walls.

Zyta hit the wall hard, her already sore back exploding into fresh agony while the back of her head slammed against the unforgiving surface. She slid down to the floor to lay in a heap while the two surviving zombies stumbled towards her, their faces twitching in obscene parodies of desire. The tall zombie knelt down to remove Zyta's weapons and clothing, then the shorter zombie grasped Zyta's ankles and dragged her across the floor towards the open barracks doorway. Barely conscious, her body on fire with pain, Zyta groaned in protest as she was dragged into the middle of the room, the tall zombie closing the barracks door after them.

The short zombie holding her upraised legs let them fall limply to the floor before kneeling on the ground next to her naked body. He spread her long legs apart, shuffling between her thighs to bend down over her crotch. The zombie moaned softly as he licked up Zyta's puffy cunt, his clammy grey tongue caressing her immense labia folds. The tall zombie knelt near Zyta's head, tilting her face towards his dangling cock. He forced his thick meat stick between Zyta's lips, the rank stench of the rotting penis making Zyta gag with revulsion. The zombie held tightly onto the sides of Zyta's face, pumping his shaft back and forth between the woman's soft, dark painted lips, his fleshless hands caressing her creamy white cheeks, leaving trails of blood over her warm skin.

The zombie licking Zyta's pussy buried his cold mouth inside her vagina, probing her vagina with his long, slithering tongue. Zyta moaned weakly, her large breasts heaving, her nipples stiff with helpless arousal. Bits of flesh peeled away from the tall zombie's cock as Zyta sucked upon it, the dry crusts stuck to her lips, while the blood from the open wounds covered the area around her mouth with warm, sticky gore. Her tongue slid across the blood slick shaft, the zombie's wrinkled, shrunken balls smacking against her taut, flushed cheeks. The short zombie between Zyta's legs raised his dripping mouth from her pussy to lick the sides of her smooth inner thighs, his lewd tongue caressing the hot, delicious female flesh. He straightened up, unzipping his torn pants to grasp his long, erect cock. He stroked his member, pieces of skin and muscle separating from the meaty spear. The zombie rubbed the milk dripping purple head against the lips of Zyta's cunt before slowly inserting the throbbing prick into her warm, moist vagina. Zyta groaned around the cock filling her blood stained mouth, her naked body writhing as the short zombie began humping her pussy, slapping his rotting crotch against her cunt. The tall zombie fucking Zyta's mouth held down her arms, leaning forward to lap at her nipples with his drool covered green tongue. He fastened his cracked lips around her right tit, sucking wetly upon it, relishing the sweet taste of Zyta's warm, living flesh.

The tall zombie pumping his crotch upon Zyta's face abruptly removed his cock from her mouth to void his steaming green cum across her beautiful features. Before she could spit out the zombie's foul semen, the short zombie orgasmed, filling her vagina with his warm, corrupt seed. The tall zombie stood up, then bent down to take Zyta's wrists and drag her towards one of the torn up beds. Zyta struggled to break the zombie's grip, but it was too strong, the undead easily dragged her onto the bed, then took a pair of handcuffs from its belt, snapping the cold metal rings around her wrists, trapping her hands around the metal head frame of the bed. The two zombies regarded their naked, cum splattered prisoner before shambling out of the unlit room, closing the door behind them, leaving Zyta alone in the cold terrifying darkness.

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Jill and Fia entered a huge cavernous chamber, a lone catwalk spanning what appeared to be a bottomless steel sided pit. Neither woman could pierce the dark cloak that hid the pit's bottom, so they proceeded to cross the catwalk, their only illumination the omnipresent green emergency lamps fastened at the upper corners of the huge room. Jill thought for a moment that she heard a faint rustling sound from below, like branches moving in a warm summer breeze. She drew her pistol, making sure a round was in the firing chamber while she walked across the narrow causeway.

Fia screamed, falling onto her belly as a lush green vine wrapped around her right ankle. Jill cursed, spinning to face Fia, reaching out with her right hand to grasp Fia's desperate fingers. Another vine snapped around Jill's neck, pulling her onto her back, her pistol flying out of her hand to spin down into the darkness below. Dozens of vines slithered over the catwalk's railing, wrapping around Jill's and Fia's arms and legs.

"Jill! I can't...move!" coughed Fia, a pulsing green limb wrapped around her throat.

Jill struggled to reach her right boot, where she kept her combat knife. Fingers wrapped around the hilt, Jill unsheathed the knife, slicing the vine wrapped securely around her right leg. She severed the vine trapping her left arm, then hacked the tendril tugging at her right wrist. Jill rolled onto hands and knees, crawling under the flailing vines to help Fia. Fia clung fearfully to the metal grating of the catwalk floor, half a dozen vines pulling on her, tugging her towards the edge of the causeway and oblivion. She looked at Jill, begging the woman to break her free of the tendrils draped all over her body. Just as Jill reached Fia's prone form, Fia's fingers snapped open, the vines flinging her off the catwalk into the ravenous darkness of the pit.

Jill screamed in frustration, hacking at the twitching vines that tried to bind her. She peered over the railing, shocked to see dozens of fresh vines rocketing up towards the catwalk. Jill jumped to her feet, racing down the remaining length of the catwalk, opening then slamming the door on the other side just as six tendrils crashed into the door's surface, jarring the portal violently.

Fia struggled vainly in her leafy bonds, her wrists and ankles numbing from the tendrils' vice-like grasp. She descended for an eternity down the depths of the pit, the air becoming more humid the further she fell. Vines rose up all around her, caressing her skin, pulsing with powerful life.

Finally Fia stopped falling, the vines around her limbs holding her above a huge pink blossom with several penis-shaped projections at its heart. A warm, cloying musk wafted up from the twitching blossom, overwhelming Fia's senses, making her relax her bound body, her crotch embarrassingly warm with excitement. Vines with razor sharp thorns rose up from around the blossom, agilely cutting Fia's uniform from her luscious body. A vine tipped with a pure white flower rose up, caressing Fia's left leg, sliding up her skin until it rested against her inner thigh. Sharp teeth briefly opened within the center of the flower before it bit deep into the flesh of Fia's thigh, the vine beneath the flower bulging slightly as it drank the warm blood flowing from Fia's bite wound. Fia moaned softly, a warm numbness slowly spreading from the flower fastened onto her leg. More flowers rose on bright green tendrils, latching onto Fia's right leg, back, belly, and arms. A single white flower wrapped softly around Fia's neck, the fragrance from its open blossom making Fia hornier than she had ever felt before, her pussy glistening with juices released from her hot, throbbing vagina. The flower bit into the left side of Fia's neck, making her groan with ecstasy as it sucked delicately from a neck vein.

The vines wrapped around Fia's arms and legs lowered her towards the immense blossom open beneath her. The phallic tendrils at the blossom's heart writhed with excitement as Fia's bare pussy came closer, her cunt releasing a rain of honey that made the limbs wriggle with pleasure. When Fia's outspread legs touched the soft petals of the blossom, two phallic probes entered her wet pussy while a third poked into her anus. Fia shuddered with pleasure, her weak, pale body limp in the hold of the monster flower as it gently dove into her vagina with its engorged pricks, caressing the moist walls of her cunt, rubbing the ceiling of her slit until she orgasmed uncontrollably, more of her juices spurting out to be absorbed by the heart of the perfumed blossom. Consciousness began to slip away from Fia, the loss of her blood was too great from the monster flower's feeding. Strangely, she didn't mind dying, her mind was fuzzy and warm, her nose filled with the comforting aroma of the blossom, her mind gently falling asleep, her body farther and farther away, until she couldn't feel anything anymore.

Moriarity stood in the center of the lab naked while Gwen knelt at his feet, sucking loudly on his hardened cock. Sebastian was bent over an exam table, sucking on the pussy of a lovely brunette girl while a brown-haired girl clung to his right side, moaning with pleasure as he probed her pussy with two thick fingers. The remaining three girls clung together upon the table to Sebastian's right, kissing, licking, and fondling each other's young, naked bodies. The smell of sex was thick in the air, the sweet scent of young girls perspiring in the throes of passion. Sebastian shot his load over Gwen's gorgeous young face, the girl eagerly lapping the sticky cum from her master's trembling prick. The brown-haired girl at Sebastian's side fell to her knees, pushing Gwen aside so she could suck the vestiges of Moriarity's jism from his softening dick. Sebastian nibbled on the brunette cheerleader's clit, making her moan with bliss, her small pink cunt quivering as a stream of honey escaped out of her little pussy.

The three naked girls fucking each other on the nearby exam table had fallen silent, their lovely eyes locked on Sebastian's cock.

"I want some more," groaned the brown-haired girl, stroking Sebastian's limp prick with her small hand.

"We want some too," begged the trio of nude girls, their lips trembling with desperate need.

"Later, my pets. I have to rest now," replied Moriarity, reaching for his discarded bathrobe.

"Want some now," whispered the dusky eyed brunette, hunger distorting her angelic features as she jumped up on Sebastian, digging her small teeth into the side of his neck.

"Little bitch!" roared Sebastian, pulling the girl's bloody mouth away from his torn neck, then throwing her to the side roughly.

"So hungry," purred Gwen, licking Sebastian's cock before biting painfully into it.

Sebastian screamed in agony, kicking Gwen away, then clutching his bleeding prick as he stumbled towards the lab's exit.

"Wait. Feed us," begged several soft female voices before four of the girls hurled themselves on top of Moriarity, weighing him down to the floor.

"Get...off...of me, you little whores!" gasped Moriarity before he felt teeth biting into his shoulders and stomach, tearing at his flesh.

Giggles surrounded Sebastian as agony washed over him, all of the naked girls gnawing on his body, chewing loudly on the bits of muscle and skin they tore from his obese frame. He flailed his left hand into the pocket of his robe, hoping to reach the syringe he had secreted there for an emergency. Before he could remove the syringe, Gwen grasped his face in her small, delicate hands, smiling with her gore splattered lips before biting deeply into his left cheek, her tongue lapping the blood gushing from the ugly wound.

Jill leaned against the wall of the corridor, hot tears pouring down her pale cheeks. She wiped at her burning eyes, she could mourn later, the mission came first. She drew her combat knife, the only weapon she had left, before resuming her quest for the open computer terminal. She descended an empty stairwell, then walked through several dimly lit passageways before reaching the doorway she needed. The computer room was empty, all of the consoles dark except for one to Jill's left that glowed with the emblem of Umbrella Incorporated. Jill sat on the cushioned chair in front of the terminal, removing a CD-ROM from a thigh pouch, then inserting the disk into an open drive port. She accessed the terminal, thanking the network designers for leaving the system open without any passwords required. When she found the main R&D files she needed, she instructed the computer to download all of them into her disk.

As the computer worked, Jill searched the rest of the room, finding nothing of interest except a first aid kit in a supply closet and some candy bars in the drawer of one of the computer stations. She opened a chocolate bar, devouring it greedily while she watched the computer do its job. The terminal beeped pleasantly, informing Jill that the download was complete. She replaced the CD-ROM back in its shatterproof case, returning the case to her thigh pouch. Holding her knife tightly in her right hand, Jill stood in the doorway, checking cautiously before walking out and following the corridor to another branching intersection. Suddenly, a violent shuddering reverberated through the passageway, knocking Jill against the right hand wall.

"What the hell?" grimaced Jill.

"Level One alert!" shouted the console operator within the main security monitoring station.

"What's the problem?" inquired the SWAT commander, his stern face frowning with displeasure.

"We've got a containment breach! Something's loose in Mr. Moriarity's restricted lab area."

"Show me."

The operator switched to a hallway camera near Moriarity's lab. The long glass window on the left-hand wall of the corridor shattered into a cloud of glittering debris, several naked girls clinging to the huge, grey-muscled body of a man-shaped monstrosity.

"Hmm, appears to be Tyrant-class, I don't recognize the specific type, though," mused the commander.

The SWAT commander and the terminal operator watched dispassionately as the mutated Moriarity squashed one girl on the floor with one massive palm, then splattered another girl against the wall facing him. Three more naked girls hurled themselves at Sebastian, clawing and tearing at his hugely muscled body with their blood stained teeth. Sebastian clenched his huge fists, grinding his enormous fangs together in concentration. Sweat appeared on Sebastian's cold, grey skin before his body ignited with fire, reducing the girls grasping him into clouds of ash. Sebastian stared through the shattered windows, licking his large lips with an very long, slimy, black, forked tongue, his serpent-like eyes narrowing. A single naked blonde girl jumped out into the hallway, rolling to her feet before fleeing towards the security camera. Sebastian pursued the girl, stretching his mouth wide open, purple flames crackling between his jaws before he vomited a stream of violet plasma at his young target.

"Activate the compound self-destruct system, now," ordered the SWAT commander coldly.

"Yes, sir," nodded the terminal operator, typing swiftly upon his keyboard.

"Sound the evacuation siren! Lock down A-Block!" shouted the commander before he left the chaotic room to take personal charge of his men.

Jill gasped in surprise when the main lights flared back on, the overhead panels humming with power. Just as she marveled at her good fortune, two Umbrella SWAT soldiers appeared at the end of the hallway with satchels draped over their shoulders.

"Intruder!" stammered one of the soldiers, grasping clumsily for the assault rifle strapped over his right arm.

Jill flung her knife at the quicker soldier, her blade slamming violently into his throat. He gagged loudly, blood and drool pouring from his mouth as he fell limply to his knees before pitching forward onto his belly. Jill sprinted towards the struggling soldier, reaching him just as he raised his rifle. She swatted his right hand to the side as he pressed the trigger of his gun, a stuttering of gunfire slapping into the wall. Jill kicked the soldier in the crotch with her right boot, then punched him on the left cheek, knocking out several teeth as he fell unconscious to the floor near his dead comrade. Jill quickly looted the soldier's body, taking his rifle, spare clips, and his sidearm. She spent a few precious seconds searching his satchel bag, finding nothing except spare clothes and the latest issue of Bondage Monthly with Lara Croft on the cover.

The hallway shook again even more violently than before, prompting Jill to leave the remaining gear and beat feet down the left hand passageway, hopefully towards an outside exit.

Zyta moaned while the zombie on top of her thrust painfully into her bleeding pussy, his stiff cock scraping the bruised walls of her abused vagina. The zombie drooled dark saliva onto Zyta's pale, scarred tits, the smooth flesh marred with bite marks from prior tormentors. The handcuffs holding Zyta's wrists above her head tinkled musically as her whole body shook from the force of the zombie's thrusts. He leered down at the naked woman's helpless body, pressing his rotting torso over hers, licking her left shoulder before sinking his fangs into her white, tender flesh. Zyta groaned, new pain spiking through her body while the zombie nibbled on her skin, lapping at her bloody wound with his wet black tongue. The tall zombie guarding over Zyta punched the humping corpse above her in the face, knocking him off of the shredded mattress that Zyta laid upon. The zombie guard shambled over to his rising comrade, taking the zombie's arm and dragging him out of the reeking barracks.

Zyta groaned with relief, her crotch aching from the nearly constant abuse of the zombies who raped her at their whim. She tested her bonds yet again, sure that the handcuffs would be as secure as ever. A grinding of metal caught Zyta's attention, she glanced up at the metal bar that served as the bed's head piece, noticing that it had broken to her right. Zyta slid the small length of chain linking her handcuffs, smiling when the chain slid through the break in the bar. She rose unsteadily to her feet, her legs throbbing from the unaccustomed weight. Zyta looked around the room for anything she could use, then smiled even wider when she spotted the stack of M-16 rifles resting in the far corner of the room.

When the two zombies returned, they were accompanied by the short zombie of Zyta's first encounter as well as four others. Looking expectantly at the empty stained bed where Zyta had been bound, the zombies failed to notice the naked woman standing in the corner, an M-16 in her hands. Zyta unleashed a rain of bullet fire at the milling zombies, blasting them off their rotting feet. When the first rifle was empty, she dropped it and picked up another, emptying that weapon into the zombies still standing. All of the undead were knocked prone, some unmoving while others dragged themselves toward Zyta, their wounded bodies leaving bloody streaks on the floor. Zyta picked up a third rifle, stepping out into the center of the barracks, firing a short burst into each of the crawling zombies. When all of the zombies were still, Zyta tossed aside her smoking gun for another, blasting each of the zombie's heads into mush. Satisfied that all of her tormentors were really dead, she slung one rifle over her left shoulder, then grasped another in her cuffed hands, careful not to slide on the blood and glistening brains that coated the floor around her.

Jill entered an empty cafeteria, several vending machines along the wall to her left. As she walked across the room towards the doorway on the far wall, a naked girl appeared behind her, her alluring breasts pumping desperately for breath. Jill turned, her assault rifle held ready when she heard the girl's harsh panting. Jill took a few steps forward, a comforting smile on her face, until the doorway shattered from the charging bulk of Moriarity's mutated form.

"Shit!" exclaimed Jill, raising her rifle and firing the entire mag into Sebastian's chest. Moriarity's flesh ripped apart under the powerful barrage, then regenerated before the startled woman's eyes, not even a scar remaining to mark her attack. Gwen hissed at Sebastian, small fangs bared before she ran past several tables and jumped through the serving window into the kitchen of the cafeteria. Sebastian opened his huge mouth, spitting a column of blinding purple flame through the serving window. Gwen screamed as fire crackled within the kitchen, consuming everything it touched, reducing the writhing girl to ash in a moment.

Jill slapped a fresh clip into her gun, aiming at Sebastian's head, triggering a long burst. Sebastian howled as bullets tore into his left cheek, shredding muscle until the bone of his jaw was exposed. Moriarity thundered towards Jill, his face healing before her eyes, his own serpent-like orbs burning with hate. Jill aimed at his eyes, firing the last rounds of her magazine at them. Sebastian screamed in agony as his left eye exploded in a cloud of red mist. Moriarity swept his huge left arm in an arc, catching Jill and hurling her over several tables to crash into a chair and roll into a corner, her rifle flying off beyond her reach. Sebastian grinned cruelly, blood pouring from his empty left eye socket while glistening black drool escaped his flabby dark lips.

Jill moaned, clutching her right side, where several ribs felt like they were broken. She looked up at Moriarity with bleary, pain-filled eyes, despair washing over her as the tall juggernaut drew closer, each of his footfalls shaking the floor beneath her. Moriarity loomed over Jill, his shadow covering her like a death shroud. The monster's hot breath blasted across Jill's face, making her grimace with revulsion, his breath smelled like decay, the aroma of corpses. Sebastian reached out with his large paws, ripping open Jill's blue tunic. Jill gasped, vainly trying to cover her naked breasts with her arms. Sebastian grasped at Jill's waist, tearing off her pants, then snapping her white panties away from her crotch.

"NO!" screamed Jill as Moriarity rolled her onto hands and knees, his large face descending towards her shapely ass. Blood from Sebastian's gaping eye socket splattered down onto Jill's bare back as the mutated man pressed his lips against her crack, his long, thick tongue flicking across her pussy. Jill groaned softly, her tits jiggling while Moriarity probed her cunt with his forked tongue, covering her pussy and thighs with his clinging black drool. He licked her anus, exploring her rectum with his tongue as one large finger thrust in and out of Jill's pussy, her honey lubricating his digit, allowing his finger to slide ever deeper into her vagina. Moriarity licked Jill's warm buttocks, then slid his tongue up her crack to the base of her spine, relishing the taste of her hot flesh. He tugged on Jill's short brown hair with his huge right hand, making her moan with pain, her gasping lips trembling, drool trickling down the left side of her mouth, while her hips rocked in time to the long, titan-sized finger thrusting back and forth within her gaping pink cunt.

Jill orgasmed, her pussy shuddering as a stream of sticky honey shot out of her vagina onto Moriarity's grey hued digit. The monster raised the gleaming finger to his gaping maw, sucking the sweet ambrosia with pleasure. Moriarity was lost in sensual bliss with Jill's juices on his tongue when the roar of gunfire shattered the erotic stillness of the cafeteria. Moriarity howled, the left side of his face torn from the barrage of bullets. He rose to his immense height, his lips curled back in a snarl as he faced his newest attacker.

Zyta discarded her smoking M-16, unslinging her remaining rifle and running as Moriarity opened his mouth and spat fire at the doorway where she had stood a moment before. Heat washed over Zyta's naked skin, but she didn't stop moving. The lithe blonde woman jumped onto a tabletop, then jumped onto Moriarity's left shoulder, grasping a lock of his greasy hair to pull herself up to his face. She stuck the barrel of her rifle into Moriarity's empty eye socket, emptying the rifle's clip into the blood stained orifice. The back of Moriarity's head exploded, showering Jill's naked body with shreds of destroyed brain. The giant teetered, then fell back, crashing to the floor, shattering tables to kindling with his irresistible dead weight.

Zyta rose to her feet, admiring her handiwork with cool professionalism. She walked around Moriarity's corpse to the corner where Jill huddled, her naked body covered with blood and steaming brain matter. Zyta knelt in front of the trembling young woman, wiping the gore from Jill's face, then taking her shaking hands.

"Are you hurt?"

Tears welled in Jill's eyes. She hugged Zyta close, the two women finding comfort in each other's embrace.

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The S.T.A.R.S. helicopter was beginning its descent onto the rendezvous ledge when a huge explosion lit up the pre-dawn sky. The whole mountain range shook as the Umbrella research compound shattered and fell down the mountainside.

"Shit, I hope Jill and the others made it out," remarked the pilot as he set down the helicopter, the backwash of the spinning blades creating a small cloud of dust upon the ledge. When the dust settled down, two forms approached the chopper, one in a tattered blue uniform, the other naked except for a pair of handcuffs wrapped around her slim wrists.

Jill and Zyta climbed into the open passenger cabin, collapsing together on one of the benches while the co-pilot slammed the hatch shut. The pilot pulled the helicopter into the air, turning the chopper east, towards the rising sun. The co-pilot draped a thick blanket around Zyta's shoulders, cut her wrists free of the handcuffs, then offered both exhausted women cups of steaming hot coffee. Zyta gratefully slurped her coffee as the pilot turned to address Jill.

"Did you get the data?"

Jill reached into the thigh pouch of her torn pants, removing the shining disk for the pilot to see.

"You bet I got it. Umbrella's finished, those fuckers are history!"

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