Do zombies have sex?

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Jill Valentine slowly opened the door, the hinges creaking gratingly. Pushing the door open further, Jill flung it open completely. She seemed to be in a large greenhouse, but all the plants were withered and dead. Her hand instinctively tightened around her pistol. Suddenly, a sound like tearing cloth came from a dark corner of the greenhouse. As Jill approached, she found a pair of eyes staring at her. She had just raised her gun when something lunged at her from the side.
It grabbed her hand, forcing her to drop the gun. The thing darted a few meters away and stopped. When Jill recovered from her shock, she realized it was a zombie dog. It was half-rotten, but far from dead.
Its sharp teeth pierced Jill's arm, drawing blood. Jill glanced back at the dark corner and saw another zombie dog appear. The two dogs surrounded her breasts, ravaging the brown-haired beauty from two directions, their eyes sweeping over her curvaceous, helpless body. Jill stared at the zombie dogs, wondering what they would do next. The two dogs circled their prey for a while, then closed in. A quick glance from Jill brought a moment of relief: their penises weren't erect. This reassured Jill that, at least for now, her genitals weren't in danger of being penetrated. She was still protected by her skirt and panties, though they were completely soaked with arousal fluid. This thought only added to her humiliation. As the zombie dogs drew closer, Jill realized they were aiming for her breasts. Both dogs had their tongues hanging down, eager to lick something. With Jill's arms overhead, the zombie dogs had more room to possess her nipples. Even if they wanted to assault her, there was nothing to protect her breasts. Fortunately, they were just licking. They wrapped their tongues around Jill's nipples, leaving a trail of saliva after caressing them.
The warm wetness relaxed Jill, and the caresses on her breasts softened her erect nipples. Jill began to stop resisting her feelings and accept the pleasure. The two dogs licked her nipples until they were smooth and soft. This soothed the wounds on her breasts. For a moment, Jill forgot what was happening.
This was the first time she began to enjoy this misfortune. With each long lick from the dogs, she let out a sweet sigh. She imagined going home and masturbating herself by caressing her nipples with something wet in a similar way.
Jill felt the saliva cool again, and her nipples hardened. She screamed to bring herself back to her senses. The zombie dog on the left was still busy stroking her breasts, while the other dog, as if mocking her, turned to face Jill sideways. It stretched out its four legs to display its fully erect penis. The astonishing length of nearly 25 centimeters made Jill gasp. She was horrified. The idea that the virus had mutated the penises of zombie dogs to this size spread through her mind like poison. She realized that these dogs were licking her nipples only to get erections themselves, and once the dog that was still licking her nipples was fully erect, it would join the other. Jill strained to move, pushing off the ground with her legs, but could only move a few centimeters at a time. This futile struggle was easily caught by the zombie dog, its engorged penis throbbing. The zombie dog, still licking, followed Jill's every move.
Deciding to slow her down, it jumped onto Jill's stomach, resting its head on her nipples, its semi-erect penis against her waist. Jill could even feel the pulsation of its penis. Each movement, less than a few centimeters, finally made her give up. The dog, now on top of her, began licking both her nipples simultaneously, saliva dripping down Jill's sides. Knowing their motives, this licking and caressing couldn't relax Jill. The dog's weight made it hard for Jill to breathe. Her short breaths made her sweat. She was starting to get wet all over, though not as wet as her soaked nipples and genitals. Jill's body grew hotter, which only helped the zombie dog's penis to fully erect.
Jill glanced back at the already erect dog waiting to the side. Her gaze swept back and forth between the dog's alert eyes and its 25-centimeter-long penis. The dog, sensing Jill's continued recovery, stopped her before she could resist. It pinned Jill's wrists, still raised above her head, to the ground with its paws, then straddled her head with its hind legs, the tip of its penis just centimeters from her face. The zombie dog paused, then bent its legs and placed the head of its penis against Jill's lips, forcefully shoving it into her mouth. The penis was so large that her lips had to be fully stretched to accommodate it. Now
, lying half-naked in the cold wind was no longer a humiliation for Jill. Her protests were silenced by the invading penis. The zombie dog slowly began to insert and withdraw its half-inserted penis between her lips. Because the movements were slow, Jill's lips could relax slightly, no longer stretched open. Now, she was more relaxed and began to taste the fluid on the penis. She could taste the salty pre-ejaculate dripping onto her tongue. Jill swayed forward unconsciously, lifting her head to meet each thrust of the dog's penis into her mouth.
Her tongue entwined with the shaft.
Soon, Jill felt it tremble and understood what it meant. The dog's penis in her mouth gave one last powerful thrust, then gushed out more than half a liter of rotten, foul-smelling semen into Jill's mouth. Her small mouth couldn't hold it all; a large amount of semen flowed down her jaw and neck, while the zombie dog still hadn't pulled its penis out of her mouth. Jill couldn't help but suspect that the dog was going to continue fucking her mouth. Within seconds, Jill realized that her mouth was full of semen and she still couldn't breathe properly. She had no choice but to swallow this mouthful of rotten semen. She could feel the semen slowly sliding down her throat, the warm sensation filling her stomach.
This feeling made her uncomfortable. When only a little semen remained in her mouth, the zombie dog withdrew its penis. Jill couldn't help but think that this dog was deliberately being so lewd, forcing her to eat dog semen.
The giant dog was no longer fully erect, but it hadn't gone limp either. It swayed its hips from side to side, swinging its penis across Jill's face. Then it lowered its position and slapped her cheeks with its penis. The last few drops of semen splashed from the glans onto her eyes and forehead. Jill could feel them sticking to her face. The zombie dog continued to "slap" Jill with its penis. Her face turned red, tinged with anger. Her own saliva wet the dog's penis, making each slap slightly stinging. Even if she had the strength to struggle and push the dog away, she couldn't now, her wrists pinned to the ground. After
a short while, the zombie dog grew tired, its penis completely limp. It walked a few meters away, turned, and sat down, staring at Jill and the other dog from behind.
Jill looked down at her nipples, seeing the other dog's head rising and falling on its chest, still busily licking them like a child licking ice cream. Her nipples, licked for so long by the wet, warm tongue, had become incredibly soft and slippery.
Whether you poked them, squeezed them together, or stroked them, they would spring back like a sponge. Her breasts were so full that they completely obscured the dog's torso. All she could see was a head and a long tongue. She lay there resting for ten to twenty seconds, deciding what to do. With one dog resting nearby, the threat was less. She might have gathered enough strength to get up or even escape, but she knew these two dogs wouldn't let her get away so easily, even though one of them had already ejaculated on her. A few seconds later, Jill felt a poke in her waist. This was not a good sign.
The poke grew stronger. Jill deduced that it was something, especially since it was coming from between the dog's legs. The dog seemed to sense it too, releasing its sticky, wet nipples, climbing off Jill, and moving aside, finally giving Jill a chance to catch her breath. She felt a surge of energy, knowing that escape was imminent, even though she would likely have to flee topless that night. The zombie dog didn't stop as it got off Jill. It grabbed the edge of Jill's miniskirt and pulled it down. The skirt wasn't too tight at the waist, and pulling it down wasn't difficult. The zombie dog tried to pull it up to her midsection, exposing her smooth, silky thighs. Jill immediately understood the dog's intention and decided she'd had enough. She slightly bent her knee and then struck the side of the dog's head. The zombie dog recoiled for a moment. Jill seized the opportunity to get up, while the dog that had been resting nearby was now ready to chase her. Gravity caused Jill's skirt to slip down to her knees, giving the zombie dog a glimpse of her perfectly curved buttocks, which were just about to be covered by her thin white silk panties.
Her round, plump buttocks clung defiantly to the silk fabric. Her panties, still soaked with Jill's love juice, clung perfectly to her hips, revealing no hint of bulk or flaw. The moisture made the silk almost transparent. Jill's fleshy buttocks were squeezed to either side like peaches dangling from handkerchiefs. This sight strengthened the zombie dogs' resolve not to let her escape.
The dog semen on Jill's chin and neck, too, was affected by gravity, slowly trickling down her cleavage, mixing with the saliva.
Jill wanted to run, but overestimated her strength. In her haste, she stumbled and staggered. She herself wasn't sure where to run, just as far away from the dogs as possible. She tried her best, but she knew that at her current speed, the zombie dogs would have no problem catching up with her. Their paws slapped the ground, making a tearing sound as they followed closely behind her. Neither dog was running at full speed yet; one was slowed down by its erect penis, and the other was still slightly tired after having just finished ravishing Jill's mouth. Nevertheless, they quickly bit Jill's heels, and Jill soon lost her strength again, slowing down and struggling to stand.
Exhausted, she was soon forced to stop. The dog that had previously vented its anger on her mouth lunged at her back, its paws landing on her shoulder blades.
Its strength was unimaginable, knocking her to the ground. Jill's breasts hit the ground first, her soft breasts flattening her nipples. The dog's force pressed her mounds of flesh beneath her. She couldn't lift her head.
The fall felt like a punch to the face. At this moment, the dog that had attacked her was now bearing the full weight of its body on her small back, pushing her abdomen to the ground. Her knees, nipples, and face were buried in the grass, slightly red. Jill felt the pain of being knocked down and scraped all over her body, as if she had been thrown against a wall and then smashed into a rock. Seeing that Jill had exhausted her strength and energy again, the dog that had been on her back jumped off.
Her back was soaked with sweat. The dog, which had just jumped down, brought its nose close and licked back and forth, saliva replacing sweat. Its long tongue slowly slid from Jill's waist down her spine to her shoulder.
Another shiver made Jill tremble, just as it had at the beginning of this torture. When the shiver subsided, she tried to search for the second dog. At first, she couldn't see it anywhere until she heard the sound of claws scraping the ground and tearing fabric beside her. She glanced to the side and saw that the giant dog was no longer erect, probably due to the chase. She knew the dog would do something to her to regain its previous hardness, and also to punish her for trying to escape before it was finished. The zombie dog shifted its attention to her buttocks, sniffing her body inch by inch until it reached her waist.
It then sniffed up and down the elastic band of the miniskirt's waist, then opened its blood-red mouth and bit down hard on the fabric of the skirt, pulling it inch by inch down Jill's smooth thighs, over her knees, and finally off her boots. Jill realized the dog that had been licking her back had moved behind her, giving her a full view of her exposed vulva.
Jill's buttocks were still the same as before, her panties still soaked and transparent with her love juices, clinging tightly to her buttocks and outlining their curves.
The giant dog could now play with Jill's buttocks at will, but that would be a waste of this golden opportunity. Jill was now at her weakest, and probably wouldn't be able to escape for at least half an hour. Since she had fallen to the ground and become their sex toy, the two zombie dogs had been relatively kind to her.
Each dog grabbed one of Jill's ankles and pulled her apart. This way, they could see the treasure waiting for them. Through the love-dampened fabric, the zombie dogs stared at a pair of delicate, small, and fleshy pink labia, still trembling slightly. The dog that hadn't ejaculated yet crawled over first, its nose just centimeters from the soaked panties, letting out a short, sharp sniff. The fragrance of her love juices overwhelmed it, instantly bringing its penis to a semi-erect state. The giant dog retreated slightly, deciding how to use this precious moment to devour the human girl and her panties. It decided to achieve a full erection first, and then thrust into Jill thoroughly. It readjusted its nose, reaching for the slit in Jill's silk lingerie. Its tongue curled up again, covering Jill's genitals. It licked that area without restraint, enjoying the taste of her love juices, showing no sign of stopping. At first, Jill felt disgusted, but soon felt a hateful pleasure. Each lick intensely stimulated her, even through her silk panties. She soon found herself moaning with each breath. The licking continued, and the pleasure and moans grew stronger. Jill felt ashamed of deriving pleasure from this behavior, but was completely unable to control herself. After a while, her breathing became heavy, accompanied by long, thirsty moans. Her moans filled the air and seemed to restore some of her strength. Her ravenous desire drove her to lift her hips slightly off the ground. Meanwhile, the dog continued licking the spot that had initially elicited Jill's satisfied moans. Jill felt the most intense sensations about to erupt around her genitals, a tingling, itchy feeling. She closed her eyes, tensing her body to prepare for her orgasm.
The orgasm numbed her, her body trembling from head to toe. She lost the ability to think. For a moment, she was paralyzed by pleasure. When she came to her senses, she realized the zombie dog had stopped. Its penis was fully erect. Jill found the dog's licking disgusting, and even more disgusted that she actually liked it, but she absolutely refused to let the dog penetrate her or ejaculate inside her. She didn't want to give birth to a litter of puppies in a few months. Her slightly raised hips were just the right height for a dog to mount her, and now it seemed only one dog could do that.
The zombie dog that had initially forced her to perform oral sex seemed to have lost interest in her, and Jill could no longer see it at all. She hoped the dog had gone to hunt for food.
The remaining dog placed its paws on Jill's two buttocks, gently scratching them. Then it aimed its glans between Jill's legs and gently rubbed it against the opening of her vagina. The giant dog leaned forward, its penis forcefully pushing against the silk of her panties. Jill felt as if the penis had protruded several centimeters into her vagina, and she became wet again. The dog pushed harder, but the fabric wouldn't tear or even rip. The harder the dog pushed, the more terrified Jill became. But the dog's accuracy worsened, and its penis jumped onto Jill's right buttock. It placed its penis between Jill's thighs, the taut silk wedged between her buttocks, effectively resisting the 25-centimeter-long penis. The zombie dog paused and thought for a moment. Its hips began to move slowly back and forth, the penis sliding lightly on the wet silk, as if it were lubricant. The dog quickened its pace. Jill arched her back to receive its thrusts. She thanked her lucky star: the dog was satisfied without even penetrating her. Soon, both the zombie dog and the human girl sped up, almost as if they were actually mating. The zombie dog stopped, its penis trembling, ejaculating against Jill's pink back.
Filth splattered onto Jill's hair, everywhere. Another spray landed on her shoulder. The last ejaculation from the giant dog's penis flowed down her buttocks from her back to her shoulder, mingling with the other semen. The
zombie dog propped itself up and trotted away. Jill was incredulous to find that nothing was pressing her to the ground.
She could stand, amazed at her own strength. Now, she was relieved that her bestiality was finally over, and that her cunt had not been defiled.
As she stood up, all the semen and saliva on her ravaged body flowed down, accumulating at her waist. Throughout this ordeal, her underwear remained soaked, a mixture of semen and saliva running down her legs. Aside from her now transparently wet underwear and combat boots, she wore nothing else. It was practically naked; her underwear barely covered her pubic hair. Jill picked up her gun from the ground and staggered away to deal with her next enemy.
[Translation] Another side of Resident Evil. Part Two:
Mission
Claire walked slowly down the narrow corridor, her palms slightly sweaty as she gripped the gun, her finger itching slightly on the trigger. She continued, passing a shuttered window, and entered a wider area. Seeing no danger, Claire breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, she heard a loud bang from behind the door. Before she could react, she turned to see the gray metal door slam shut, blocking the way she had come. As Claire futilely pounded on the door, a crackling noise reached her ears. Looking up, she saw a megaphone in the corner of the room.
"Hope you have fun," Alfred said in a slow, arrogant tone. "You can treat this as a little playground, and you're the toy. Don't die too quickly." The megaphone fell silent. This filled Claire with terror. She stood there for a moment, regaining her composure, then calmly walked towards the exit at the other end of the room. She slowly opened the door, cautiously stepped through, and found herself in a larger room. The emptiness sent a chill down Claire's spine. The door closed softly behind her, and she quickly scanned the walls. Two submachine guns caught her eye. She hurried over and swapped her pistol for the two. Holding the submachine guns in front of her, like Lara Croft, the thought brought a silly smile to her face. Just as she was about to leave, another massive metal door began to move.
Claire froze.
Turning, she saw a gigantic monster, its body covered in thick, pulsating gray veins.
She gasped for breath, not even having time to raise her gun, before the monster swung its mammoth-like arm at her. Its outstretched claws clamped down on Claire's waist. The immense grip quickly knocked her unconscious.
When she awoke, her blinking eyes slowly opened. Her head throbbed as if on fire, and she felt utterly weak.
She found herself lying on a hard wooden frame, her hands bound to the ends of a support above her head, her legs half-spread and bound to the other ends of the support, her body stretched into a "fire" shape. Claire struggled for a moment, but the knots were too tight. She had no choice but to relax, resting her head on the hard, cool wood. Time passed, and lying on the plank, not knowing who had tied her here, Claire broke out in a cold sweat. With a sudden sound of a door opening, the doors slid open, and Alfred walked in easily, circling the frame.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting long." His tone was full of malice. Claire didn't answer, but her eyes couldn't hide her inner terror.
"Nothing to say?" he asked. "Then I'll begin." His hand slid into his pocket and pulled out a green pill.
Before Claire could see it clearly, Alfred shoved it into her mouth.
His hand lodged at Claire's esophagus, forcing her to swallow the pill. As he withdrew his hand, the pill slid down her throat, even though Claire tried to vomit it up.
“What the hell was that?” Claire demanded.
“It’s a little contraption I made myself in the lab,” he said with a laugh. “That pill is a deadly poison. It’ll probably kill you in two to three hours.”
Claire’s will crumbled at the thought of death.
“What do you want?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure if she really wanted an answer.
“You don’t have to die. There’s an antidote,” Alfred whispered in Claire’s terrified ear. “All you have to do is extract the seed from the following: one human, one zombie dog, one zombie, and finally, one hunter.”
“What? What do you mean by ‘extract the seed’?” Claire asked, her voice trembling.
“Frankly,” Alfred explained, “you need to get semen from those life forms and inject it into your body; that’s the antidote. The method doesn’t matter, just fill yourself up.”
“You perverted bastard!” Claire screamed.
“I wouldn’t be so rude. You know I’m the only human here who can help you,” he reminded her. Claire stared at Alfred, a tear rolling down her cheek.
“Fine. You bastard. Looks like I’ll just have to let you humiliate me. But remember, I’ll come back and blow you to pieces when this is all over.”
Alfred didn’t reply. He walked to the front of the stage and began unbuttoning Claire’s blouse.
“Hey!” Claire cried out, “It doesn’t have to be that I take my clothes off!”
“You think I’d just give you what you need without asking for anything in return?” Alfred continued to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, with a fake smile. He reached under the fabric, groping her breasts. Claire twisted her body angrily, but to no avail. Alfred continued his humiliation, his hand reaching inside Claire's bra, squeezing and pinching her tender nipples. He opened Claire's top wide, lifting the bra from her left breast to reveal her perfect bud, which he then gently rubbed with his fingertips. Next, leaving her exposed breasts, his hand moved to Claire's genitals, very slowly unzipping her pants with one hand, revealing white lace panties. Alfred's hand traced the fabric, then slipped inside the panties, exploring deeper with two fingers.
His fingers reached all the way to her vulva, then, together with a bit of lace fabric, he inserted them inside.
"Ugh...mmm...ah!" Claire groaned angrily.
Alfred maliciously rubbed inside, occasionally thrusting in and out, dripping Claire's juices onto his fingers. Claire turned her head away in disgust. Alfred immediately pinched her face, turning her head back.
His fingers were inside Claire's mouth, pressed against her tongue, forcing her to lick and swallow her own secretions. Claire was overwhelmed by humiliation.
Alfred then unzipped his pants, revealing his enormous penis. The anger on Claire's face turned to distress.
He climbed onto the shelf, bent his legs, and placed his knees on either side of Claire's waist.
He completely unbuttoned her top and removed her bra. Claire's hands were tied above her head, completely powerless to resist. Alfred leaned forward, placing his penis between Claire's breasts.
"You sick bastard!" Claire's scream broke the silence.
"Shut up, bitch!" Alfred responded, "You need my semen, and I'll fill your mouth!" Claire yielded, falling silent. Both men watched as Alfred's penis grew longer and larger between Claire's beautiful nipples, becoming thick and hard. Alfred grabbed Claire's breasts with both hands, squeezing them together to envelop his penis, their nipples rubbing against each other. The initial thrusting was slow, but it quickly escalated into a vigorous breast-fucking act. Clear fluid seeping from his glans soaked Claire's chest.
The humiliation lasted for several minutes before he jumped up, moving forward. Claire's eyes were filled with fear.
Alfred hastily placed the tip of his penis on her lips, then pushed forward, entering her mouth.
Claire's tongue wrapped around his penis. Alfred thrust hard, forcing Claire to tilt her head back slightly, taking the entire penis into her mouth. Alfred loved her deep throat. Her tongue massaged the lower edge of his penis. Alfred withdrew just in time, ejaculating his hot semen onto her lips and cheeks, the white fluid covering her delicate face and slowly trickling down.
"I figured you'd need this semen, but it's all over your face," Alfred said.
Claire struggled angrily again. Alfred took a spoon from under the shelf and scraped all the semen off Claire's face, feeding it into her mouth. Claire felt utterly disgusted, but she knew she had to eat it to survive. She tried not to think about the greasy smell of the liquid. After Alfred finished cleaning her face, he said, "Now, it's your turn to clean me up."
Looking down at the semi-erect penis, Claire noticed it was still covered in semen. Alfred shoved his penis back into Claire's mouth, forcing her to lick it clean and suck it dry.
"Thank you, darling," Alfred chuckled, "You've begun your mission to save yourself, now continue. Remember, you still need to extract one zombie dog, one zombie, and one hunter. Don't forget I'll be watching you on the monitor." Claire let out a loud groan, sweat beading on her forehead. Alfred untied Claire's hands, but didn't wait for her legs to be freed before hastily leaving. He wasn't foolish enough to wait for Claire's revenge. Once Claire was completely free of the ropes, she changed out of her wet underwear, put on her shirt, rebuttoned it, and covered her ravaged body, helplessly embarking on her shameful path of survival.
Claire repeated the devil's list in her mind, feeling incredibly foolish to have made such a shopping list for these creatures she was about to please. As soon as Claire entered the prison area, she faintly heard the sound of sharp claws striking the ground. Claire stopped, her feet seemingly glued to the ground. A deep growl sounded behind her. Claire slowly turned around, her eyes fixed on a zombie dog completely infected by the virus not far away.
The zombie dog leaped up, its two front paws aimed at Claire's chest. Sharp claws lashed out at Claire's upper body, leaving several tears in her clothes. The force of the impact shoved Claire to the ground. The zombie dog seemed to have gone mad, tearing at her upper body with its sharp claws before leaping down and ripping her pants off her legs. Claire tried to clamp her legs together, but they slipped away. Her black lace panties were exposed. The zombie dog growled at her frantically, tearing off her panties just as it had with the pants. Claire knew what it was thinking. She immediately tried to squeeze her legs together tightly. The zombie dog moved to the side, burrowing under her knees and forcing her to curl her legs up. It stared at the crevice between Claire's thighs and quickly licked it. Claire felt a tingling, stinging sensation, and the more the giant dog licked, the more intense the humiliating feeling became. Unable to bear it any longer, she slightly parted her legs, revealing her slightly moist and alluring vulva. Upon seeing her, the zombie dog immediately lunged forward, its paws planted on either side of Claire's body, its massive cock erect, thrusting forward with the help of its hind legs. The dog's cock slid in, penetrating her labia, which seemed to be lubricated. The zombie dog wasted no time, rapidly thrusting its hips and beginning to fuck Claire.
"Ah! No! I'm being...ah...uh...and by a zombie dog...uh...help me!
Someone help me...wait...help me!" she cried out in agony, but no one came to her aid.
The zombie dog quickly reached its climax, saliva dripping from between its teeth onto Claire's torn shirt. Just before ejaculating, it slowed its pace and lowered its head slightly. Then, suddenly, semen gushed from its cock, continuously pouring into Claire's body like a torrent of hot iron, filling her uterus.
"Ugh...it's in...it's so hot...the dog's semen is so hot!" Claire felt a warm current fill her body, flowing deep into her lower abdomen, and she closed her eyes in discomfort. The zombie dog took a long time to pull out its filthy penis, then calmly ran away.
Although Claire needed the semen, the shame and feeling of being violated still humiliated her. Being raped by a dog just to survive was certainly not pleasant. She stood there, trying to process her thoughts. A drop of semen flowed from between her labia, dripping onto her thigh. She put her underwear and pants back on, her tongue barely forgetting the taste of Alfred's semen. The two consecutive humiliations had a physical reaction to her, as if the semen poured into her body was too much and too heavy, pulling her towards the ground. Although she felt unfortunate about her experience, Claire still decided to continue. She struggled to the military training facility, entered the hall, and rested her tired head against the door. Suddenly, she felt something grab her ankle.
Turning her head, Claire saw a zombie crawling on the ground, its eyes fixed on her. It yanked Claire's leg, and the immense force sent her sprawling face-first to the ground, unable to move for a moment. The zombie's hand gripped the back of her thigh, pulling its body towards Claire. Once it reached her buttocks, it grabbed her waist and continued crawling forward until its hindquarters were on Claire's soft, shapely buttocks. Claire felt something poking her buttocks; it was the zombie's erect penis.
"At least I don't have to help with this," she thought.
The zombie inhaled the scent of Claire's hair, and one hand reached down to grab her right breast, caressing and squeezing it.
Claire was pinned down by the zombie's weight, unable to move. The poking on her buttocks intensified, allowing Claire to gather enough strength to throw the zombie off. The zombie landed on its back, its erect penis proudly erect in the air. An idea flashed through Claire's mind, and a wry smile appeared on her face. She pulled down her pants and underwear, then sat on the zombie's face. The zombie extended its long tongue, greedily slapping against Claire's labia, then thrusting in, sweeping across every corner, drawing circles inside her tight vagina.
"Ah... huff... wah! umm... ooh... ooh..." Claire groaned, her breathing growing heavier. She knew that while the zombie was busy, she had to do what she had to do. She bent down until her lips touched the throbbing penis, opening her mouth as wide as possible to take it in. Her lips slid down the penis, swallowing it all the way to the base. Claire sucked hard, her mouth stretched open, using her entire mouth to please it as much as possible, applying strong pressure to massage the penis. When she lifted her head, her lips were still tightly wrapped around the penis until it was completely pulled out of her mouth.
The penis was covered with her saliva, and between her own lips and the glans, a thin, transparent strand of saliva lingered reluctantly.
At the same time, the zombie beneath her continued to thoroughly lick and explore her private parts. Claire could almost feel the premonition of pleasure. She removed her top, and after a moment's internal struggle, unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Now, all she wore were her boots. She leaned back, hands on the ground, arching her body. Her vagina was so wet that it would take her a while to think clearly. Her eyes swept across a corner of the ceiling, and she was shocked and furious to discover a camera recording her every move. The image of Alfred drooling while watching a monitor in a dark room flashed through her mind, bringing her endless shame and humiliation. Although Claire was experiencing pleasure, it did not excuse Alfred's actions.
After a few minutes, she remembered she had things to do. She leaned over the erect penis again, trying to concentrate on resisting the physical pleasure, and opened her small mouth to swallow the entire penis again, gently sucking and moving her head up and down, swallowing and spitting out the whole shaft. Her small tongue caressed the penis in waves, while the zombie's tongue busily pleased her. She felt she couldn't hold on much longer.
Claire's tongue moved rapidly, stimulating the zombie relentlessly. Effectively, the zombie ejaculated a large amount of semen. Claire still held the penis tightly in her mouth. The fluid spurting from the glans filled her small mouth, and due to the sheer volume, the cloudy semen leaked from her overflowing lips.
"Ugh...ugh...glug...glug...glug..." Trying not to think, Claire closed her eyes and swallowed the mouthful of scalding liquid. She held her breath, mustered her courage, and continued sucking the penis, squeezing out the remaining semen with her tongue and swallowing it down her throat. After patiently squeezing out the last few drops of semen, she spat the penis out of her mouth, lifted her head, and finally resumed breathing. The prolonged oral sex had exhausted her; beads of sweat slid down her back, outlining her beautiful curves. She lowered her head, watching the zombie continue licking her.
The zombie's tongue whipped against the walls of Claire's vagina. Claire trembled again, arching her body backward, her hands bracing against the ground, her legs bent.
"Maybe this pleasure is the only little bit of benefit I can get,"
she smiled bitterly, feeling utterly defiled. The zombie's movements slowed, but became deeper and more powerful. His tongue traveled from her vulva almost to the very end of her vagina.
"Ah...uh...ha...huh...good...um...ah ha...hum..." Claire's breathing was heavy, each breath accompanied by increasingly loud moans, the echoes of pleasure reverberating in the hall. She knew it was all being recorded by cameras, but she was already trapped in a vortex of pleasure from which she couldn't escape. Claire's body arched back desperately, her tightly clenched thighs loosening. The zombie broke free from between her legs and slowly crawled away along the wall of the room. First came a sharp, electric shock-like sting and tingling, then an orgasm seemed to tear Claire apart from head to toe. Her nails dug fiercely into the ground, venting the pleasure that whipped her entire body. A tantalizing surge of fluid rose from the depths of her vagina, filling every inch of her body.
"It's coming... haa... haa... I'm coming... ah... I can't take it anymore!" The peak of her climax was approaching. Claire sat on the ground, her body still glistening with sweat, still lost in the afterglow. Between her parted labia, milky white fluid dripped from her vulva. The pleasure intensified. Her legs spread wide, her vagina spasming and convulsing.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore... waaa... I'm coming!!" A large gush of fluid suddenly erupted from her vagina. The first spurt was powerful, washing over her clitoris before slapping the ground.
"Haaaaaah!!" Claire's desperate screams testified to the extreme pleasure she was experiencing.
With trembling, more fluid continued to gush out, flowing onto the concrete floor between her legs. Her vagina burned fiercely, and the sounds emanating from her mouth were a mixture of screams, moans, and short breaths. The last few drops of nectar trickled out, clinging to her labia. Claire was still panting, accompanied by occasional moans, feeling the tail end of her orgasm. She gradually stopped the tears of pleasure until her breathing returned to calm, until the physical pleasure faded to exist only in her mind. The sweat on her body cooled, reminding her of the passion she had just experienced. The nectar that had shot from her vagina had formed a pool beneath her, flowing from her vulva down to her parted legs and feet. Claire brought her legs together, wiping the swamp of her own nectar on the ground. She stood up, the nectar flowing down her legs, turning cold.
Looking at the mess on the ground, she reminded herself of her purpose. Although somewhat lost, she picked up her clothes and continued on.
Walking through the empty buildings, Claire knew that it was all about to end. The thought of abusing her own body just to survive disgusted her. She knew she only needed to exploit her ravaged body one last time, and then it would be over. But she also knew that this final monster she was to please was the most dangerous.
And what interrupted this thought was the sound of claws striking the ground behind her.
Claire knew what it was, and she knew the disaster that awaited her. Slowly turning her head, she saw a gigantic green monster, its body, though coiled, was already as tall as her. Its eyes were fixed on Claire. This was a hunter. Claire slowly reached into her pocket, wanting to touch her dagger.
She considered that if she could wound her opponent first, completing her objective might be easier. Gripping the hilt, she gently drew the blade, holding it protectively at her side. A swift turn, a strike! Claire's dagger traced a bright arc in the air, slashing towards the hunter. Unfortunately, she missed. The hunter dodged the attack with even greater speed and the reflexes of a wild beast, then swung its muscular arm, knocking Claire's dagger away with a backhand swipe. It then calmly and slowly returned to its previous position. Claire trembled in fear, her eyes glazed over as if petrified, utterly powerless to resist, she could do nothing but await her doom.
The hunter extended its massive claws, clamping down on Claire's waist and easily lifting her into the air. With a swift swipe of its other sharp claw, it tore Claire's top and bra in half, the fabric shredded, the remaining pieces falling to the ground.
Even before being violated, Claire felt utterly humiliated. The hunter extended a thick finger, aiming directly for Claire's crotch. Sharp nails sliced through her trousers, starting above her buttocks and cutting downwards, tracing the curves of her hips, the fabric flipping open layer by layer along the way. The claws then slashed across her vulva, feeling as if they were about to sever her cunt in two. Claire trembled as she endured it. Finally, the claws moved up her pubic hair until her pants were completely severed in two, falling to the ground like an upturned garment. The hunter even ripped off her combat boots, leaving Claire completely naked, her entire body exposed.
The hunter laid Claire face down on the ground, reaching for her head with one hand. Its claws gripped Claire's head, lifting it off the ground. Claire's vision slowly rose, and for a moment she saw a thick, long, and unbelievably huge green penis, fully erect. The hunter pulled Claire's head towards its crotch, forcing its penis into her mouth.
"No...uh...no...gurgle...uh..." All of Claire's protests were silenced. The giant claws behind her head began to push her towards the beast, extinguishing any hope she could spit out the penis. The hunter merely inserted its penis into Claire's mouth, making no rush to thrust, though Claire could withstand it. Instead of pounding its hips against Claire's throat, this stagnant silence caused Claire to unconsciously suck on the enormous penis that filled her mouth. This continued for several minutes, Claire's jaw aching. Just when she thought it was about to ejaculate, the hunter withdrew its penis, leaving not a drop of semen. Claire was deeply distressed. Of course, the hunter had no intention of letting her go; it turned Claire around, lifting her buttocks into the air. Claire was powerless against the beast's strength, only able to submit to its control, her mind flashing through hundreds of atrocities the hunter might commit against her, each one nearly terrifying her to death.
The hunter wasted no time; its penis thrust forward violently, plunging into Claire's anus.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!" Claire screamed in agony.
After a brief pause, the hunter pulled back sharply before thrusting forward with tremendous force. Claire was being torn apart, her nipples slapped back and forth with each thrust, her beautiful hair disheveled by the violent pumping. The hunter didn't even break a sweat, effortlessly performing this brutal act that was far too violent for a human body. Claire's anus was ripped open, blood staining the ground. With each insertion and withdrawal, a heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the building. The hunter
gradually slowed down, and Claire knew what it was about to do.
"No! Ah...no...waaaah...not in my ass! Ah...woo...don't ejaculate in my ass!!" Claire cried out, tears streaming down her pale face. The hunter continued its semi-rapid thrusting. Claire simply waited for the warm sensation from her anus, for the steaming semen that she had already experienced so much of that day to fill her intestines. However, the hunter withdrew at the last moment. Its semen sprayed all over Claire's back. Claire was released and rolled back to the ground. The hunter continued to ejaculate, the white, cloudy semen violently pounding against Claire's vulva and pubic hair, followed by bursts of semen covering her nipples, and finally, a final shot hit her head, the steaming, sticky fluid completely obscuring her face. The last few drops dripped from the hunter's glans onto the ground. The hunter left, leaving Claire to clean up her battered body.
Claire was soaked in semen, as if she had been sprayed by a semen fire hydrant. Semen flowed down the curves of her body, dripping from her nipples, each drop a testament to the devastation. Claire knew she needed all the semen she could get; she didn't want to die from this final obstacle after all she had sacrificed.
Claire scraped the semen off her face and into her mouth with her fingers. She swallowed the semen covering her eyes so she could see. Then she gathered a handful of semen from her breasts with both hands, brought it to her mouth, and licked it in. Next, she sat down, lifted her still-dripping breasts, brought them to her mouth, and lowered her head to lick. Her tongue thoroughly licked every nipple, sucking away every drop of semen, leaving only her own saliva. The moist and warm feeling relaxed her slightly. Looking down at her semen-covered genitals, Claire knew she couldn't lick it all clean, so she focused her attention on the few remaining drops on the floor.
Without thinking too much, Claire knelt down like a female dog, licking the semen. Her tongue slid across the ground as if searching for some delicious drink. After cleaning up, she straightened up, trying to calm herself. The thought of the semen from four different creatures inside her, acting as an antidote throughout her body, made Claire uncomfortable. Adding to the fact that she was now naked and her genitals were covered in semen, she wished she were dead. The only consolation was that she was now free from the threat of Alfred's poison.
Walking forward naked, Claire passed another of Alfred's cameras. She knew that every shameful scene was safely recorded on videotape. Including the moment she was standing naked in front of the camera, her genitals stained with semen, it was all captured on camera.
Claire walked away without looking back.
[Translation] Another side of Resident Evil. Part Three:
Hanging
Jill up, she walked into a dark alley. The halo of a streetlamp mingled with the heavy air of Raccoon City, creating a silent and unsettling atmosphere. As Jill moved forward, the light was split by her shadow, divided in two at her feet. Suddenly, a sound caught Jill's attention. She turned to look at the source of the sound, but something was escaping her gaze in the shadows. A drawn-out groan came from the darkness, confirming the fear in her heart. Jill recognized the sound. Her trembling hand raised the pistol, her tense finger yanking the trigger.
"Click." Empty chamber.
The groan drew closer. Jill slowly backed away, fumbling for the magazine in her pocket. Her back slammed against a metal fence, the crisp clanging of metal echoing from behind.
It was the magazine clipped to her back!
She frantically reached for it. But before she could pull her hand back, something gripped her head tightly. Jill looked up in terror—it was a zombie's arm, reaching out from behind the fence. Jill raised her other hand, trying to knock at the jagged claw. But she too was grabbed by another zombie. Jill looked up, knowing the zombies were closing in from the front, but she didn't know what to do. A pair of hands gripped her waist and dragged her backward until her back was against the fence. The gun fell to the ground in the struggle.
Two more hands reached out, grabbing her ankles and dragging her towards the fence as well. Jill could only turn her head left and right, but saw no way to escape. The groans behind her rose
and fell in waves; the number of zombies was countless. Jill was firmly held by a group of zombies through the fence, unable to move her limbs or waist. Another zombie emerged from the shadows in front of her, staggering over to grab her waist. Jill panicked, her breathing becoming rapid.
The zombie paused, looking Jill up and down, then its hand moved down to her thighs, squeezing and kneading her full, well-toned flesh. Jill was terrified. The zombie's hand traveled down her knees, then back to her shapely buttocks, enjoying the sensation. Then its other hand reached up, caressing her buttocks simultaneously. With a forceful squeeze, both hands grabbed her miniskirt and pulled it down. The skirt was pulled inch by inch past her hips, finally falling to her ankles, revealing her snow-white silk panties.
The zombie knelt down, took the panties into its mouth, and gently chewed on them.
“Ah…no! Why is this happening…oh…it hurts so much…um.” Jill writhed uneasily.
The zombie’s jaws chewed up and down Jill’s vulva. Since its teeth had long since rotted and fallen out, it brought Jill a feeling of discomfort beyond mere pain. Saliva gradually soaked through the silk, but Jill was powerless to do anything but look down at this filthy scene.
Two more hands reached out from between the bars of the fence and pounced on her breasts, grabbing them as forcefully as the other hands had grabbed her wrists and ankles.
“Ugh…so hard…ah…oh…uh…” Jill’s small mouth opened slightly, letting out a painful cry with short breaths. The zombie’s hands kneaded her tender breasts like cupping therapy, the movements seemingly gentle but actually quite strong, squeezing her beautiful breasts into various shapes through her tight blue top. Jill couldn’t concentrate; the attack on her chest obstructed her vision, preventing her from seeing what was below her chest. Of course, she could still feel the zombie's teeth grinding at her panties.
After a while, the hands on her chest dropped, and her right breast escaped the zombie's grasp. Jill had just breathed a sigh of relief when the hand moved to her waist, then rubbed against her smooth thighs before pulling upwards until it grabbed her firm, pert buttocks. Jill froze like a statue, worried about what would happen next. The zombie extended a finger, slipping it through the delicate silk panties and pulling slowly but firmly. The elastic fabric was pulled up, and the panties sank between her full buttocks, tightly constricting Jill's vulva.
"Ah! Stop... Damn it... Let go... Don't... Don't tighten it any further..." Jill screamed angrily. Now she could feel the zombie's large mouth and tongue even more intensely, exploring every nook and cranny of her vulva through the silk fabric.
The hand that had been on Jill's buttocks reached back up to her torso, slipping under her shirt and pinching her nipple, squeezing it repeatedly.
Jill felt a shiver run through her body; the hand, devoid of warmth, was unbearably cold. The hand that had been focused on her left breast was doing the same thing. Jill's nipple was being squeezed, kneaded, and occasionally flicked lightly. Jill didn't even know if these hands belonged to the same zombie; she only knew that a large group of zombies were holding her firmly behind her.
With the movements on her breasts, Jill's shirt was slowly pulled up. The hem rolled up, revealing her smooth, firm abdomen, then continued upwards, tightening at her chest, then her erect nipples popped out, revealing the zombie's hand as well. Finally, her entire breast was exposed, and her shirt was pulled up above her chest. The hand continued to caress, and the protruding tongue continued to provide intense stimulation.
Several minutes passed, and the left hand released Jill's breast, disappearing behind the iron bars behind her. Jill was completely bewildered. Given her current situation—her hands and feet firmly held by the zombie behind her—it seemed impossible for her to shake off that hand.
The zombie, which had been chewing on her silk underwear, finally moved its head away from Jill's crotch. Saliva that had accumulated there seeped through the silk. Jill could feel how wet the part of her underwear was at her private parts; the liquid slowly dripped down, forming long, glistening lines in the chilling air. The zombie stood up, its gaze sweeping over Jill's voluptuous upper body. Its head, which hadn't been handsome in life, stretched out, opening its bloodless mouth.
"Ah----!" Jill's scream was hardly a powerful protest; the zombie opened its mouth and took Jill's nipple into its mouth, its arms encircling her from both sides. It sucked very gently, almost to Jill's pleasure. Jill didn't even consider the pleasure; she just twisted her body frantically, hoping to shake the zombie off. The result, in the zombie's eyes, was merely a sexy sway of her full breasts, creating waves of white flesh that slightly increased the force of her sucking. Watching the zombie's large mouth wolfing down her nipples made Jill feel very uncomfortable. Jill had never imagined the zombie's sucking power could be so strong. Finally, the zombie moved its mouth away. With a "pop," a pink nipple trembled and popped out of the sucking mouth, slightly more prominent than usual. The zombie replaced its mouth with its hand, pinching Jill's nipple and squeezing it with some force.
A small drop of thick milk seeped from Jill's nipple, splashing into the dark air.
"Ugh...no way...ah...no..." Jill cried out in terror.
The zombie's mouth took her nipple in again. It sucked as before. This time, Jill could feel the milk gushing from her chest.
She stared down at the zombie, so beautifully plundering her feminine essence. Cold sweat dampened her forehead, a bead rolling down her brow and onto her soft cheek. The prolonged teasing had made her body hot.
She slightly opened her mouth, letting the cool air cool her down. Her tongue lightly touched her lower lip, feeling the air flow over it, like a female dog panting with her tongue out. The zombie seemed quite satisfied with drinking Jill's milk. Jill almost felt her breasts tighten, as if the zombie was about to drain her dry.
The zombie quickly squeezed around her nipple again, extracting the last few drops of white agar, then licked them away with its tongue.
Then it stopped, staggering backward, slowly disappearing into the endless darkness of the night.
A hand reached out from behind Jill, once again taking possession of her breast, caressing it as before. Jill was glad to see the zombie in front of her leave; she wondered when the hands still roaming her body would leave as well. Suddenly, a new hand touched Jill's abdomen, the palm enveloping her small, delicate navel. It slowly slid down, down to her waist, down to her silk panties, and slipped inside.
"Ugh!" Jill froze.
The fingers brushed against her pubic hair, moving downwards. The palm was slightly bent to penetrate deeper, finally finding Jill's slightly raised labia.
"Ah!" Jill's eyelids widened suddenly.
The palm covered her pubic hair, a finger half-bent, then pushed forward, forcing its way between Jill's warm, moist, and slightly trembling labia.
"No! Not there... only there... no! No—!" Jill screamed, trying to drive the intruder away. She desperately leaned her upper body forward, her shoulders and chest thrusting forward. Her breasts stubbornly stood erect, her nipples standing tall. Jill pressed her hips against the iron bars, pushing her body forward. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she struggled futilely with all her might, screaming, "Let me go! Damn it... let me go... let me go... no... ah! Let... let go... ah... ooh--!" Her fingers moved back and forth, opening up her vulva. Her knuckles went in and out between her wet labia, stirring the fluid and making lewd "pop... pop... pop... pop" sounds. Jill's face was contorted. She gradually stopped screaming and struggling, and began to sob and moan.
Time slowly passed, and her fingers rapidly thrust in and out of Jill's tender vulva. Jill's gaze was unfocused, her pupils misty, and she uttered a prostitute's mournful moans, "Ugh... ah... ha... good... um... no... oh..." Her nipples proudly erected atop her heavy breasts. Her panties, soaked with saliva and already beginning to dry, were now wet again by the love fluid secreted from her vagina. "Hoo... oh... um... ah... oh oh..." Her breathing was heavy, sweat dripping from her eyebrows. Primal, instinctive whimpers escaped her lips. Jill couldn't believe she could feel anything from the humiliation she was experiencing, while the rapid thrusting continued.
Another hand reached in from behind, intruding into Jill's field of vision, though she was too weak to notice it now. A pre-orgasmic tremor enveloped her, accompanied by the lingering caresses on her breasts. The new hand grasped Jill's panties, which were constricted into a narrow band, and pulled them down. The panties stopped above her knees. Given the treatment Jill was receiving, she barely noticed the ribbon binding her buttocks being removed. The hand returned to Jill, reaching for her buttocks. It grabbed quickly and released, as if to let Jill know it was there. Next, it inserted a finger between Jill's buttocks. Jill finally really noticed the hand. The finger continued to push forward. Jill realized she was facing another kind of torment. The finger advanced all the way to above Jill's anus.
"Gah... ah... ga... um... ha... haa..." Jill wanted to scream, but the intense pleasure rendered her speechless except for erotic moans. The finger finally pierced the tight anus, tormenting the folded opening back and forth within the tight grip of the sphincter. Separated only by a thin layer of flesh, two fingers moved back and forth in perfect harmony, almost hooking their fingers through that membrane.
Within minutes, Jill reached orgasm.
"Ah...it's over...it's over...it's over ahhhhhh--!" With a final, frantic scream, Jill entered a state of ecstasy followed by disorientation. Her eyes were tightly closed, her teeth clenched her lower lip. Her nipples were fully erect, and her body trembled. The boundless pleasure of orgasm carved a path through her body. Starting from her toes, an electric shock-like tremor shook her body, spreading the desire for orgasm to every corner of her being. Then it entered her arms, which were raised above her head, throbbing until they were weak and powerless, then rebounded, shooting into her brain like bullets, bringing a moment of dizziness, followed by a tingling, burning excitement that seared her entire body.
Her juices gushed from deep within her vagina, flowing down her inner thighs, soaking her crumpled miniskirt and panties. Jill felt so heavy all over, her body trembling and unable to support her. Her legs buckled, her knees dropped, and she was completely at the mercy of the zombies' hands, which worked together seamlessly to hang her there.
As she gradually calmed down from her climax, Jill began to feel the fingers still moving in and out of her lower body.
This time, the pleasure was gone; instead, waves of nausea washed over her. She struggled again, futilely trying to escape the endless squeezing and rubbing of her breasts and the relentless thrusting into her lower body and anus.
Finally, Jill lowered her head, tears of humiliation streaming down her face, crystal tears sliding down her cheeks.
[The End]

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