[Resident Evil: Jill Gets Sexually Assaulted]

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Nearly two months have passed since the tragedy that occurred in the mansion on the outskirts of Raccoon City. Although the incident has temporarily subsided,

the lurking biohazard crisis has not disappeared.

Despite the efforts of the S.T.A.R.S. team in

eliminating , an even greater disaster is gradually spreading throughout Raccoon City…

Just as S.T.A.R.S. member Chris Jill was preparing to expose the Umbrella Corporation

's conspiracy, the entire city of Raccoon had become a terrifying metropolis overrun by zombies. To survive, and to expose

everything to the world, Jill Valentine was preparing to do everything in her power to escape this zombie city.

Little did she know that this would be an exceptionally arduous battle for survival… her last chance to escape.

*Boom!* Jill slammed the door shut, keeping the pursuing zombies at bay. The streets were now engulfed

in flames, and the cries and screams of people could be heard everywhere.

"Help! Help... I need help!"

"Whoa! The wall's down... It's a zombie! The zombie's coming!"

Jill covered her ears, trying to block out all the sounds, but the cries for help, mixed with gunshots,

sirens, and the sounds of tearing and crashing, still reached her ears in waves.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

"Ugh!"

Jill couldn't take it anymore. She turned and ran back into the alley. By now, it was completely dark, and the city

sky was a fiery red from the firelight. There wasn't a single person to be seen in the deserted alley. She ran through several more streets, and

it was still the same.

There were no lights in the alley, and some of the doors and windows of the houses were damaged, with shards of glass and debris scattered all over the ground.

Just as Jill was on edge, she heard a man's dying groan in the distance. Jill reflexively drew her

gun from her waist and headed towards the source of the sound, which was around a corner not far ahead.

She cautiously moved forward and saw a man with his back to her at the corner, swaying and

staggering .

"Hey! Are you alright?"

The man stopped when Jill called out. She walked over and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder when he

suddenly turned around, leaving Jill almost frozen in horror. His face was covered in festering wounds, almost no

intact skin. One of his eyes, a dead fish-like grayish-white, looked as if it might pop out of its socket at any moment. His other eye

and half his head were smashed apart, whether by a shotgun or something similar.

"A zombie!"

Jill abruptly pointed her gun at him and fired. The bullet pierced his body, blood splattering everywhere,

but the man only leaned back slightly before slowly closing in again.

"Don't kill me… I'm human…"

he groaned. Jill hesitated for a moment, then the monstrous figure lunged at her with outstretched arms, but Jill dodged the attack.

"Don't kill me!"

"My body won't obey!"

This was a pitiful creature still conscious and not fully zombified. Jill had only encountered zombies turned from

dead , and had never faced a situation like this before. She didn't know what to do for a moment, and this hesitation gave the creature

an opportunity to rush forward again.

"Don't shoot! Don't... Ugh!"

At this point, Jill no longer considered it human. She repeatedly pulled the trigger,

blasting . The zombie screamed and collapsed to the ground, but immediately reached out and grabbed Jill's

ankle. Jill's shots had not hit any vital organs.

Jill struggled, but the creature's withered fingers were extremely strong, digging deeply into her calf, which was clad in a tall boot

. Seeing that the creature opened its mouth wide, about to bite her leg, Jill hurriedly tried to roll away to break free, but

unexpectedly, the creature not only didn't bite, but instead straddled Jill and pinned her to the ground. Jill struggled,

trying , but her strength was unexpectedly great. He straddled her lap, and her efforts were completely

futile. Then he ripped open Jill's blue low-cut top, revealing a white lace bra,

and with another tug, her beautiful, full breasts sprang out.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" Jill screamed.

"I told you not to hit me, but you hit me anyway! Now you'll know what I'm capable of!" The zombie grinned menacingly.

"Let me go!" Jill pointed her gun at the zombie, but missed; the previous attack had already

fired all the bullets.

Jill drew her dagger and plunged it into the zombie's head. The zombie let out a horrible scream, and

red blood mixed with white brain matter gushed from the wound, but the zombie did not fall.

"You bitch!"

The zombie angrily threw a punch, the force of which sent Jill's head slamming against the ground. Watching

Jill kick her long legs, struggling to get up, her white

panties barely visible beneath her flipped-up miniskirt, the zombie couldn't help but imagine those beautiful legs wrapping around him, and his

lower body swelled.

"Zombies get erections?" Jill exclaimed in surprise. "

Of course! This is erotic fiction. What would be the point of writing if zombies couldn't get erections?" the zombie replied.

"No…don't do this!" Her scream turned into a desperate plea,

tears .

"Too late!"

The zombie's hand moved from her waist to her breasts, suddenly gripping her left breast tightly. Jill twisted

her body , trying to shake off the hand, but it held on tightly and began to move, its fingertips

gently digging into her nipple—Jill's most sensitive spot.

A tingling sensation struck her, and Jill trembled as if electrocuted, almost making her dizzy. She

quickly regained her senses and twisted her head to resist the swirling vortex of desire. "No, just kidding, how can I be raped by a zombie?"

Jill's elbow slammed into the zombie's face.

"Hey! Are you scratching my itch?"

The zombie seemed completely oblivious to pain. Despite Jill's exertion,

the zombie didn't even flinch, its eerie smile still etched on half its face.

The hand on its chest played with its breasts, making them perk up. Then it slowly

moved downwards, gently stroking Jill's smooth abdomen, which happened to be her erogenous zone. A flush rose on Jill's face again...

Her face flushed, and she knew clearly that this wasn't shyness.

"No! Please..."

Jill squeezed her legs together tightly, twisting them violently. The zombie wasn't in a hurry to continue, instead quietly admiring

her. Jill was only wearing a torn, thin t-shirt and a pair of panties, the t-shirt just covering

the panties. Her pinkish-white thighs were completely exposed. Especially when she twisted,

the black lace panties at the base of her thighs were also visible. The mysterious triangle area was faintly visible, incredibly sexy.

The evil hand continued to explore, breaking through Jill's defenses and reaching the mysterious Bermuda Triangle.

Jill's opening was already overflowing with love juice, and the zombie's rough fingers continued to rub against the entrance. Jill felt

as if she was about to melt.

"Ahhh..."

"You're already so wet? You slut!"

The finger slid over the raised ridge, the deep trench, and suddenly, the broken middle finger slightly raised its head and gently sank

into the trench.

"Ah!"

Jill screamed, not from pain, but from being overwhelmed by an even greater pleasure. All the strength

seemed to drain from her body; she unconsciously wiggled her legs to gain even more pleasure, while the zombie continued

to probe her orifice with its fingers, watching Jill's lewd expression.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Jill trembled with the rhythmic in-and-out movement of the zombie's fingers. The rough, rotting fingers brought an unexpected

and strange pleasure; a tingling sensation spread through her entire body. She couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Jill's expression was no longer discernible—whether it was a desperate sob or extreme pleasure—and tears streamed down her face

.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" the zombie's hoarse voice asked in Jill's ear.

Jill desperately tried to resist, but her body reacted in the opposite way. Her fluids flowed freely, running

down her legs, but she was powerless to stop it. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid.

"Please...please...don't...don't..."

Unexpectedly, this had the opposite effect; Jill's pleas only fueled the zombie's lust.

"Don't what? Don't stop?" The zombie pulled out the huge, rotting thing. The festering

flesh was already hard and erect.

A flicker of fear crossed Jill's suddenly opened eyes. Before she could react, the zombie grabbed her

buttocks and thrust the enormous member into her vagina.

"No, no!" Jill's tear-filled, red eyes showed rejection, but he still forcefully

pushed into her fleshy opening. The previous climax hadn't subsided, and an unbearable excitement surged again. Jill

opened her mouth and screamed loudly. Although she said she didn't want to, her body went against her heart, happily responding to the zombie.

The sudden, excruciating pain made her instinctively cling tightly to the zombie's blood-soaked, pus-covered body. The zombie's mouth emitted

a repulsive stench as he continued to thrust. Gradually, the pain subsided, replaced by waves of pleasure

. Each thrust of the rotting penis against her clitoris seemed to push her to even greater climaxes.

Love fluid mixed with blood and pus gushed out, dripping down her thighs to the ground. She felt a surge

rising deep within her body, and at the same time, she noticed the zombie's thrusts were accelerating. She didn't understand, but she sensed the final

moment was approaching. Her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the zombie's throat…

Finally, a stream of heat shot deep into Jill's secret place, and Jill screamed with the arrival of her climax…

At the same time, Jill's hand snapped as if breaking a hollow log; the zombie's head flew

off , rolling a long distance on the ground. Its body stopped moving, its grip loosened, and blood from its neck formed

a pool on the ground, quickly spreading.

"What kind of monster is this..." Jill gasped, still shaken. Just then, another rustling

sound came from behind her. She turned around abruptly and saw four or five zombies, seemingly drunk, slowly

approaching her...

Footsteps echoed through the inferno of ruins. Claude and Brian, belonging to the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasures Unit

(UBCS), emerged from the building carrying heavy rifles.

"Hey, Brian, how many did you take down?" It was Claude who spoke, seemingly carefree and

unserious, but actually a very sentimental and passionate man.

"Eleven. How about you?" Brian, straightforward but slightly overly sentimental, replied.

"Hehe, sorry! One more than you."

"What? No way!"

"Don't forget the Coke and hamburger you lost the bet on!"

"Shit!" Brian cursed under his breath, then looked up at the sky.

The sky was perpetually a gloomy gray, with a light drizzle. At this moment, Raccoon City was teeming with all sorts of grotesque

mutated creatures; these monsters were originally animals from Earth, infected by

the T-virus created by the Umbra Corporation. They moved slowly, but would tear apart and devour any other creatures they encountered, their bodies

covered in black filth and rotting tissue—commonly known as "zombies."

"But Brian… what happened to Raccoon City? Why did it become like this?"

"It's obvious! Those guys from S.T.A.R.S. always treated us like

fools , calling us rats. Now they've become the rats themselves,

being chased by zombies throughout their burnt-down town, and that's why they sent us to clean up their mess. I told you, they deserved it! If

they had sent us earlier…"

"Huh? Brian, watch out!"

Brian was speaking gleefully when suddenly a figure appeared from the alleyway, arms outstretched, lunging at him. Hearing his companion

's warning, Brian reflexively stepped back. The figure missed its target, fell to the ground, and roared.

"That was close. There was another zombie." Brian stomped on the zombie's body and pointed his gun at

the back of its head. "Sorry, Claude, looks like your burger and cola are gone. Our bet

is ."

Just as Brian was about to pull the trigger, Claude suddenly stopped him. "Wait, Brian,

isn't Jill?"

Brian was stunned. "Jill? You must be kidding me. How could she be here... wait? Wait a minute..."

"It really is her!" He moved the gun barrel up a few centimeters, but his foot, which was pressing down on Jill, didn't

dare to move .

"That stinky woman... she's turned into a zombie too?" Claude said with disgust.

"Yeah, but she doesn't seem to have any wounds..." Brian looked thoughtfully at Jill,

who , and suddenly thought of something. He turned to Claude and asked, "You called her a stinky woman... did she

do something unforgivable to you?"

Claude blushed and stammered for a while before saying, "Actually, it's nothing... I just thought she

was pretty good-looking and had a hot body. Last week I went to see her, wanting to ask her out for a drink. I was

very sincere, but I didn't expect her to answer..."

"Did she say, 'Even if all the men in the world died, I wouldn't go out with you'?" “

Claude’s eyes widened. “How did you know?” But then he understood. “…Ah, could it be that you also…”

“Yeah, just like you!” Brian nodded, then stomped on Jill a few times. Jill

let out a ferocious roar under his feet, as if she wanted to tear Brian and Claude to shreds. “That bitch,

just because she’s a little pretty, she thinks she’s all high and mighty.”

“Yeah! Acting all high and mighty, but in the end she’ll just turn into a zombie.

It would be more satisfying to let us have our way with her.” Claude chimed in.

“So… what should we do with her now?” Brian asked.

Jill struggled and groaned again, but Brian stomped on her tightly, pressing down on her like a rock,

not moving an inch. However, he did tear a hole in Jill’s t-shirt, revealing glimpses of

her round, white cleavage.

Brian and Claude stopped talking and watched Jill writhe. Jill had a perfectly proportioned figure, a slender

waist, smooth thighs, and full hips, forming a beautiful curve from her neck to her feet. Her calves and feet

were fair and soft. Being a zombie didn't seem to diminish her beauty; she was simply a masterpiece of God, an incarnation of an angel.

Brian and Claude stared, dumbfounded, swallowing hard at the same time.

Claude broke the silence, "Hey, Brian?"

"What?" Brian was still staring at Jill's half-naked breasts, drooling.

"You...you're not thinking the same thing as me, are you?"

Brian turned to look at Claude in surprise, "Are you crazy? This is impossible."

"Why is it impossible? Where else can you find a hot girl like Jill to sleep with if you leave here?"

"But she's a zombie!" Brian groaned.

"A zombie would be great! Just think... those full breasts, that slender waist, that round butt...

and she won't tell anyone if I do it. Ah... it excites me so much..."

"Claude, you're not serious, are you!"

"Why not?"

"Rape a zombie? That's fun, let's do it!"

"Let's do it right here!"

Claude said, reaching to unpack his pants, but Brian quickly stopped him with his other hand, the one not holding the gun.

"Idiot, doing it here and getting caught by other zombies is suicide!

" "That's true. So, how about we go to the empty room in the building ahead?"

"Okay, okay. But don't forget to gag her, it'll be bad if she bites you."

"You're really calm, people usually get an erection just looking at her." Claude said, tearing off

a piece of his shirt to gag Jill. Jill struggled and almost bit off Claude's finger.

At the last second, Claude hesitated, but his intense lust immediately took over.

After a while, the two men finally pinned Jill face down on the ground and tied her hands behind her back. Because

the two men were working together, Jill seemed to lack strength since just becoming a zombie, and her hands were bound with duct tape.

"Now we can enjoy ourselves properly," Brian said.

The two dragged Jill like a dead dog towards a building not far ahead.

*** *** *** ***

Entering the room, Jill was still struggling. The duct tape had cracked a little, but it was still tightly bound, so

Brian quickly re-tied it.

Jill's body did not have the usual stench of a zombie; instead, it had a faint perfume scent. Her

torn t-shirt could not hide her full breasts, and her long, slender legs in high boots were dazzlingly beautiful.

"Snap!" Claude's hands impatiently tore open Jill's top, and her breasts bulged

out .

"Just as I imagined, what a beautiful body. Look at her breasts, like rubber balls, so comfortable to

touch ." Claude praised, stroking Jill's breasts.

"Look at Jill's panties, they're semi-transparent, and look how beautiful these pubic hairs are."

Claude's gaze lingered on Jill's thighs. They were panties with black lace trim, and through the thin

fabric, one could vaguely see the dark pubic hair at the base of her thighs.

"It's a pity I can't get her to give me a blowjob because I'm afraid she'll bite," Brian sighed. "

I want to suck on her breasts." Claude, who had been holding her breasts, pressed his upper body against Jill and began licking

her nipples. Brian, not to be outdone, pressed his face against her cleavage, taking the other nipple into his mouth and

inhaling the sweet fragrance of her breasts.

"Mmm..." Jill's resistance gradually weakened.

Two large hands vigorously kneaded her breasts, making her breasts red and swollen, while her nipples gradually

became erect.

"Huh? Brian, even zombies' nipples get hard?"

"Idiot, how would I know?"

"Brian, you need to hold Jill tight, I want to see what her pussy looks like. Sorry, Jill, can I

see her pussy?"

"Fool! There's no point in begging now, just look!"

"Ah!" As if understanding their conversation, Jill squeezed her legs together, but

held down by the two big men, she couldn't exert any strength and was still forcefully pulled apart by Claude.

The thin panties couldn't hide the allure between her thighs, and Jill's private parts were completely exposed to their gaze. Claude

continued to admire her beautiful body. He lifted her black mini skirt, revealing everything below her navel. Her snow-white

abdomen, slender white thighs, and her adorable private parts.

Like a normal human reaction, she kept twisting her thighs, trying to cover herself. But it was futile, and

the movement of her pale thighs only made her more alluring.

"Claude, you can smell it for so long even through her panties, why don't you hurry up and take them off?"

"Oh, you're right, I was stunned for a moment."

"Ah, mmm, mmm, mmm..."

After Claude reached under Jill's skirt, Jill reflexively squeezed her thighs together and began to resist, but she couldn't last long.

Brian firmly pressed her upper body down.

"Claude, I'll control her from behind, you hurry up and do it!"

At this moment, Claude's hands moved up from her thighs and grabbed the waistband of her panties. He quickly

pulled down Jill's panties and immediately reached into Jill's mysterious triangle.

"Mmm..."

It was unexpectedly sensitive, and Jill's flower heart was already starting to wet.

"Hey, Brian, she's already wet!" Claude said. "I never knew zombies got wet."

"It has to be, it's like an erotic novel!"

Jill's fine, slightly curled pubic hair covered her pink mounds. The center shimmered

beautifully. Claude's hand slipped under her skirt, initially tracing the cleft, but slowly

moving .

"Ahhh..."

Jill wiggled her hips, but the force wasn't enough to pull her fingers away from the cleft.

Claude 's fingertips, like a nimble dagger, plunged into the deepest part of her flower.

"Ahhh..."

The sudden stimulation caused Jill's body to respond immediately; her vaginal walls contracted sharply inward,

secreting fluid rapidly, awaiting further action. The muscles on her thighs and lower abdomen also suddenly tensed.

"Oh, tight, what a nice ass!"

Claude looked at Jill's cleft with satisfaction, then pulled down his camouflage trousers and underwear,

revealing his menacing weapon, and then, from behind Jill, slapped her mounds.

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Oh? Is it comfortable now? You act like a saint, but you're actually a lustful woman. Even as a zombie,

your body doesn't lie."

Claude gripped the base of his thick penis, guiding it into the crevice of her buttocks, rubbing it up and down against the edge of her mysterious valley.

"Ah...ah..." Jill twisted her lower body restlessly.

At this moment, Brian was extremely anxious. He slowly stroked her bulging breasts, desperately twisting

his body , trying to see what Jill's most mysterious place looked like. But all he could see was Claude

's head and a patch of black pubic hair. Finally, he couldn't help but say,

"Claude, hurry up! Why are you the only one enjoying yourself? I want to do it too!"

"Don't rush, it'll be your turn soon."

"I can't hold back anymore. Look at how hard it's standing!"

At this moment, Claude's glans touched Jill's most sensitive clitoris. "Ah..." Jill couldn't help but twist

her buttocks , her body flailing wildly on the ground.

"Okay, it should be wet enough, I guess I can put it in now!" Claude muttered to himself

as he ...

"Ahhh..." Jill screamed hysterically. The man began to thrust violently,

going in and out .

"Hey, Brian, does this count as necrophilia?"

"Claude, you're so noisy! Are you always this talkative when you're having sex?"

"Oh, this feels so good."

Jill was gradually starting to wail, begging and crying. But her body betrayed her; her clitoris

clenched tightly at the new stimulation, and the man felt a surge of power from it. He thrust all the way in without hesitation

. Again and again, each thrust urging on the next, large beads of sweat appeared on both of their foreheads.

"So good!" Claude shouted, panting as he lay on top of Jill.

"You're so lame, Claude, you only lasted three minutes."

"I came inside, will I get pregnant?"

"Idiot! How can a zombie get pregnant? Get away, get away, now it's my turn."

Jill lay naked on the floor, her neat hair disheveled, half her face covered by it. Through her

mouth, which was bound by her clothes, one could vaguely see her white teeth as she panted.

"Ugh, filthy, it's all your semen." Brian said,

aiming , holding Jill's buttocks with the other, and slowly thrusting forward, penetrating Jill's bud still dripping with Claude

's secretions. The glans popped and disappeared. "Huh? It feels pretty good! Claude's semen is quite

warm."

Brian hummed, experiencing an indescribable, wonderful feeling, his penis throbbing. As soon as he entered

, he immediately began to thrust violently.

"What does that feel like? I want to try it later."

"You little rascal, still not satisfied?"

Claude grinned wickedly, watching Brian thrust into Jill's body again and again.

Jill's black hair flew with the movements, while sweat dripped down Brian's forehead. Jill, who had been lying down, was jolted awake

again by the intense stimulation, letting out a muffled moan.

"Ahhh... Jill! I'm going to cum!"

Hot liquid sprayed into Jill's uterus.

Jill's naked body arched back in the man's arms, letting out a wanton roar of orgasm,

while Brian was panting and speechless.

"My turn!"

"No way? You little rascal, you can do it again?"

"Hehe..." Claude switched positions with Brian, looking at him with ill intent.

"Brian, yours seems a little smaller than mine..."

"Damn!"

*** *** *** ***

"Tie her up tight, she shouldn't be able to break free this way," Claude said.

"Yeah, we can come back anytime before she rots away. It's a shame to throw her away after just one time,"

Brian said.

After confirming that the ropes binding Jill were tight and secure enough, Claude and Brian turned and went downstairs.

"Strange, Jill doesn't seem to have any wounds. Do you think she died?"

"How should I know? Oh, right, Brian, don't forget the bet! I still want to win a hamburger and a Coke from you."

"Alright, alright! Fine, go ahead and treat me. Let's find our teammates first, then get out of this awful place quickly."

"Hmm...wait, why do I suddenly feel a little dizzy?" Claude's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"Hey, kid!" Brian kicked him. "Stop playing dead. Did you just have sex and your

legs went weak? How lame..." But before he could finish speaking, he too went weak and collapsed to the ground.

"Uh...Brian, I feel ice cold all over!" Claude said, shivering, to

Brian who was lying beside him.

"Me too, huh?" Brian felt his chest. "My heart stopped beating."

Claude's eyes widened, speechless.

"Hey, Claude, do you think we turned into zombies because we slept with Jill?"

Claude's eyes widened, and after a long pause, he finally uttered, "I've never heard of turning into

a zombie by having sex with one!"

"That's because nobody's stupid enough to have sex with a zombie! Oh..." Brian groaned again. "By the way,

I just asked you, did you find it strange that Jill didn't seem to have any wounds? Guess how she died?"

Claude slowly shook his head. "Brian, what do you think?"

"Do you think she might have slept with a zombie? That would explain why she turned into a zombie even though she didn't have

any wounds ."

"That makes sense... Ah, my heart has stopped beating too."

"Then goodbye, Claude."

"Bye-bye, Brian."

...

*** *** *** ***

The next day...

"Huh? Aren't these Brian and Claude? So they died too?" Carlos? Oliveira

muttered to himself as he examined the zombies lying on the ground.

"No wonder those two didn't come back yesterday, they were taken care of?" He thought to himself as he opened the door in

front of him .

"Jill!" Carlos's eyes widened, almost in disbelief.

How could she be here? How could she be completely naked? Carlos's mind was a mess.

No matter what, he didn't like Jill. Ever since the last time he confidently drove his sports car, trying to pursue

Jill , only to be told by her, "Even if every man in the world died, I wouldn't go out with you,"

he'd been ridiculed by his teammates to the point of humiliation. He was so handsome and charming, no girl should

be able to resist ...

Thinking of this, he suddenly decided against saving her. Since there was no one around, perhaps...

A strange smile appeared on his face as he slowly walked towards Jill...

[The End]

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