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Post #381 (large, medium, small) posted in "Only show posts by this author
" This post should be called: The Other Side of Resident Evil [Completed]
Also, [Translation: Xueyan]
This information should be added.
Thanks to post #381 for the supplement. I indicated at the beginning that this was a repost, and I only deleted the notice after moving it to the Alternatives section. Actually, I don't know where the original text came from, I only see that it is a translated text. Because there was an incomplete post on sis, I posted the full text. I hereby declare that this post is a repost, for the benefit of all fellow enthusiasts. 2011-4-5
Resident Evil
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Disclaimer: All characters used in this article are created and owned by Cap. Cap owns
all rights to these characters.
Game Plot Synopsis
In May 1998, multiple
murders with the bodies dismembered and eaten. The police received the report and dispatched
two teams of STARS (Special Tactics and Rescue Service) to investigate a villa in the suburbs.
The team is attacked by zombies and other mutated monsters, suffering heavy casualties (Chapter 4, "The Flower Potion," takes place during this period). An investigation reveals that the multinational corporation Umbrella is secretly developing biological weapons. An accident causes a leak of the T-virus, triggering
biological mutations. After a fierce battle, Chris, Jill, Barry, and Rebecca survive, but the villa is destroyed. However, due to Umbrella's actions, the truth is covered up. Chris and Barry resign and launch their own investigation, while the others remain to
observe.
In September, a power struggle erupts within Umbrella over the new G-virus, causing another
leak from the underground research facility, which rapidly spreads throughout the city, turning Raccoon City into a ghost town. Chris's sister, Claire, arrives to find her brother and is caught in the crisis along with newly arrived police officer Leon. After a fierce battle, they successfully destroy the research facility and escape Raccoon City. Meanwhile, Jill, who remains in Raccoon City, is also
pursued by Nemosis, an improved biological weapon sent by Umbrella. She receives help from Carlos of the mercenary group and is eventually rescued from Raccoon City by Barry in a helicopter. (Chapters 1 "Plaything", 3 "Hanging Up", and 7 "Long Night" all occur during this period.)
Umbrella ultimately uses political means, and the government orders the nuclear destruction of Raccoon City. (Chapter 6 "Repressed Passion" occurs after
this.) Afterwards, Claire travels alone to Europe to find her brother, only to be drawn into crisis again. (Chapters 2 "Mission" and 5 "Falling Down" occur during this period.)
Female Character Introduction :
Jill Valentine
Age: 23 Blood Type: B Height: 166cm Weight: 49kg S.TAR's "Alpha Team"
member, she has completed US Delta Force training and is skilled in using lockpicks and handling
explosives and other traps. She is cheerful and has a strong sense of justice, but her bluntness is also a weakness. Strong will and sound decision-making are her keys to victory. Her strength is comparable to the male members, possessing sustained action and a strong competitive spirit.
Rebecca Chambers,
Age: 18, Blood Type: AB, Height: 161cm, Weight: 42kg.
A new member of the "Barvo Team" in the S.T. team, she is a recent college graduate with excellent grades and a genius chemistry student. She is responsible for support and first aid, and
has a lively and cheerful personality. Her lack of experience makes her a little nervous, and although her immaturity can be frustrating, she is trustworthy in crucial moments. With proper support and encouragement, she will become a great helper.
Claire (Claireeredfield),
Age: 19, Blood Type: O, Height: 169cm, Weight: 62kg. Chris
's younger sister in the S.T. team, she is a meticulous, subjective, and confident modern woman. Her intelligence and optimism make her interested in everything around her. While possessing a wild streak, she also retains a feminine gentleness, and interacting with children is one of her specialties.
[Translation] Another side of Resident Evil. Part One: Jill
the Toy
. Valentine slowly opened the door, the hinges creaking loudly. Jill pushed the door open fully. She seemed to be in a large greenhouse, but all the plants were withered. 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 saw 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. 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 before closing in. Jill's quick glance brought a moment of relief: their penises weren't erect. This reassured her that, at least for now, her genitals weren't in danger of being penetrated. She still had the protection of 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 back to normal. Jill began to stop resisting her feelings and accept the pleasure. The two dogs licked her nipples until they were slippery and soft. This soothed the trauma she had just experienced 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 dog, 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 her 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 both shocked and terrified. The idea that the virus had mutated the zombie dogs' penises to this size spread through her mind like poison. She realized that these dogs were licking her nipples only to get themselves erect, and once the dog that was still licking her was fully erect, it would join the other. Jill tried with all her might to move, pushing off the ground with her legs, but could only move a few centimeters at a time. This pointless struggle was easily caught by the zombie dog, whose engorged penis throbbed up and down. The zombie dog, still licking, followed Jill's every move.
Deciding to slow her down, it leaped onto Jill's stomach, resting its head on her nipples, its semi-erect penis pressed against her waist. Jill could even feel the pulsation of its penis. Each movement, less than a few centimeters at a time, finally made her give up. The dog, now on top of her, began licking both nipples simultaneously, saliva dripping down Jill's sides. Knowing their motives, the licking and caressing couldn't relax Jill. The dog's weight made it hard for Jill to breathe. Her short breaths made her sweat. Her whole body began to wet, though not as much 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 dog waiting to her, already erect. Her gaze swept back and forth between the dog's alert eyes and its 25-centimeter-long penis. The dog realized Jill was regaining her strength and stopped her before she had any chance to resist. It used its two paws to press Jill's wrists, which were still raised above her head, to the ground, then straddled her head with its hind legs, the tip of its penis only centimeters from Jill's face. The zombie dog paused, then bent its legs and placed the head of its penis on Jill's lips, using its muscles to force 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 movement was slow, Jill's lips could relax slightly and no longer be 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. Unconsciously, Jill swayed forward, raising her head to meet each thrust in the dog's mouth. Her tongue wrapped around the penis.
Soon, Jill felt it tremble and understood what this meant. The dog's penis in her mouth made 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, yet the zombie dog still hadn't pulled its penis out. Jill couldn't help but suspect the dog intended to continue penetrating her mouth. Within seconds, Jill realized her mouth was full of semen and she still couldn't breathe properly. She had no choice but to swallow the rotten semen. She could feel the semen slowly sliding down her throat, the warm sensation filling her stomach.
This feeling made her uncomfortable. Only when a few drops of semen remained in her mouth did the zombie dog withdraw its penis. Jill couldn't help but think that the dog had deliberately acted so lewdly, forcing her to eat dog semen.
The giant dog was no longer fully erect, but it hadn't yet gone limp. It swayed its hips from side to side, swinging its penis against Jill's face. Then it lowered its position and slapped her cheeks with its penis. In this way, 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 that her wrists were pinned to the ground. After
a short while, the zombie dog grew tired, and its penis went completely limp. It walked a few meters away, turned around, and sat down, staring at Jill and the other dog from behind.
Jill looked down at her nipples and saw the other dog's head rising and falling on its chest, still busy licking like a child licking ice cream. Her nipples, licked for so long by the wet, warm tongue, had become very soft and slippery. No matter if 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 mustered enough strength to get up or even escape, but she knew the 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, so it released its sticky, wet nipples, climbed off Jill, and moved aside, finally giving Jill a chance to catch her breath. She felt a surge of energy flow through her body, knowing that the time to escape was not far off, even though she would probably have to flee topless that night. The zombie dog didn't stop moving 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, so pulling it down wasn't too difficult. The zombie dog tried to pull it up to her thighs, exposing her smooth, silky thighs. Jill immediately understood the dog's intentions 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 scramble to her feet, while the dog that had been resting nearby was now ready to chase her. Gravity caused Jill's short skirt to slip down to her knees, giving the zombie dog a glimpse of her perfectly curved buttocks, barely concealed by her thin white silk panties.
Her round buttocks clung to the silk fabric with a show of bravado. The panties, still soaked with Jill's love juice, clung perfectly to her buttocks, revealing no bloating or imperfections. The moisture made the silk almost transparent. Jill's fleshy buttocks were squeezed to the sides like peaches dangling from handkerchiefs. This sight strengthened the zombie dog's resolve not to let her escape.
The dog's semen on Jill's chin and neck, also affected by gravity, slowly trickled down her cleavage,
mixing with the saliva.
Jill wanted to run, but overestimated her strength. In her haste, she stumbled and staggered. She wasn't even sure where she was going; she just wanted to get as far away from the dogs as possible. She tried her best, but she knew that at her current speed, the zombie dogs would catch her without a problem. Their claws slapped the ground, making a tearing sound as they followed closely behind. Neither dog was running at full speed yet; one was slowed by its erect penis, and the other was slightly tired after having just finished with Jill's mouth. Nevertheless, they quickly bit Jill's heels, and Jill quickly lost her strength again, slowing down and struggling to stand.
Exhausted, she was soon forced to stop. The dog that had previously vented its power in 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 strength pressed her breasts beneath her. She couldn't lift her head.
The moment she fell felt like being punched in the face. The dog that had attacked her now placed its entire weight on her small back, shoving 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, as if she had been thrown against a wall and then smashed against a rock. Seeing Jill exhaust her strength and energy again, the dog that had pounced on her jumped off. Her back was soaked with sweat. The dog that had just jumped down brought its nose close to hers, licking back and forth, saliva replacing the sweat. Its long tongue slowly slid from Jill's waist down her spine to her shoulders. Another shiver made Jill tremble, just as it had at the beginning of the 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 cloth 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 restore its earlier erection, and also punish her for trying to escape before it 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 her miniskirt, before opening its blood-red maw and biting down hard on the fabric, pulling it inch by inch down Jill's smooth thighs, over her knees, and finally off her boots. Jill realized that the dog that had been licking her back had moved behind her, giving her an open view of her exposed body.
Jill's buttocks were still the same as before, her panties still soaked through with love juice, clinging to her buttocks and tightly emphasizing the curves of her buttocks.
The giant dogs could now play with Jill's buttocks at will, but that would be a waste of this precious opportunity. Jill was currently 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.
The two dogs each grabbed one of Jill's ankles and pulled her apart. This way, they could see the treasure waiting for them. Through the silk fabric soaked with love juice, the zombie dogs stared at a pair of delicate, small, and fleshy pink labia that were still trembling slightly. The dog that hadn't ejaculated yet crawled over first, sticking its nose just centimeters from the soaked panties, and let out a short, sharp sniff. The fragrance of love juice overwhelmed it, causing its penis to immediately reach a semi-erect state. The giant dog stepped back a little, deciding how to use this precious moment to deal with this human girl and her panties. It decided to reach a full erection first, and then really thrust into Jill to its heart's content. It readjusted its nose and reached for the slit in Gil's silk lingerie. Its tongue curled up again, covering Gil's genitals. It licked the area shamelessly, savoring the taste of her fluids, showing no sign of stopping. At first, Gil felt disgusted, but soon felt a nauseating pleasure. Each lick intensely stimulated her, even through her silk lingerie. She soon found herself moaning with each breath. The licking continued, the pleasure and moans growing stronger. Gil felt ashamed of deriving pleasure from this act, yet completely unable to control herself. After a short while, her breathing became heavy, accompanied by long, thirsty moans. Her moans filled the surrounding air and seemed to restore some of her strength. Her thirsty desire drove her to lift her hips slightly off the ground. Meanwhile, the dog continued licking the spot that had initially elicited Gil's satisfied moans. Jill felt the most intense sensations about to erupt around her genitals, a tingling and itching sensation. 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 from the orgasm, she realized the zombie dog had stopped moving. Its penis was fully erect. Jill found the dog's licking disgusting, and even more disgusted that she actually liked the feeling, 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 buttocks 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 forced her to perform oral sex seemed to have lost interest in her, and Jill couldn't even see it anymore. She hoped that dog had gone to find food.
The remaining dog placed its paws on Jill's 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 thing had protruded a few 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 to think. Its hips began to move slowly back and forth, the penis sliding lightly on the wet silk as if it were lubricant. The dog increased its speed. Jill arched her buttocks to meet the dog's thrusts. She thanked her lucky star: the dog was satisfied without even penetrating her. Soon, both the zombie dog and the human girl quickened their pace, almost as if they were actually mating. The zombie dog stopped, its penis trembling, ejaculating against Jill's pink back.
The 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 vagina had not been defiled.
As she stood up, all the semen and saliva on her ravaged body flowed down, accumulating to her waist. Throughout the ordeal, her panties had been wet, with a mixture of semen and saliva running down her legs. Apart from her now soaked and transparent panties and combat boots, she was naked. This was practically naked; her underwear couldn't even cover 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 slowly made her way down the narrow corridor, her palms slightly sweaty as she gripped the gun, her fingers itching slightly on the trigger. Continuing on, past a louvered window, she entered a spacious area. Seeing no danger in her surroundings, Claire breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, she heard a loud bang from behind her door. Before she could react, turning around, she only saw the gray metal door slam shut, blocking the way she had come from. Just as Claire futilely pounded on the metal door, she heard a crackling noise. Looking up, she saw a loudspeaker in the corner of the room.
“I hope you have fun,” Alfred said in a slow, haughty tone. “You can treat this like a little playground, and you’re just the toy. Don’t die too quickly.” The loudspeaker fell silent again. This terrified Claire. She stood there for a moment to regain her composure, then calmly walked towards the exit at the other end of the room. She slowly opened the door, cautiously passed through, and found herself in a larger room. The emptiness here sent a chill down Claire’s spine. The door closed softly behind her, and she quickly scanned the walls of the room. 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 made a silly smile appear on her face. Just as she was about to leave, another huge metal door began to move.
Claire froze on the spot.
Claire turned and saw a gigantic monster, its body covered in thick, pulsating gray veins.
She gasped for breath, not even having time to raise her gun. The bandersnatc swung its mammoth-like arms
at Claire. Its massive claws clamped down on Claire's waist. The immense grip quickly knocked her unconscious.
When she awoke, her eyes slowly opened, blinking. 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 either end 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 could only relax, resting her head on the hard, cool wood. Time passed, and lying on the plank, not knowing who had bound her there, Claire broke out in a cold sweat. With a sudden sound, the door slid open, and Alfred walked in easily, circling the frame.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting long," he said, his tone malevolent. Claire didn't answer, but her eyes couldn't hide the terror in her heart.
"Nothing to say?" he asked. "Then I'll begin." His hand slid into his pocket and
pulled out a green pill.
Before Claire could even see it clearly, Alfred shoved it into her mouth.
His hand lodged in Claire's esophagus, forcing her to swallow the pill. When he pulled his hand away, although Claire tried to spit it out, the pill had already slid into her stomach.
"What the hell was that?" Claire demanded.
“It’s a little contraption I made myself in the lab,” he said with a smile. “That pill is a deadly poison. It’ll probably kill you in two to three hours.”
Claire’s will to die 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 need to do is extract the seed from the following: a human, a zombie dog,
a zombie, and finally, a hunter.”
“What? What do you mean by ‘extracting the seed’?” Claire asked, her voice trembling.
“Frankly,” Alfred explained, “you need to get the semen from those beings 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 have no choice but 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, loosening it. He reached under the fabric, groping her breasts. Claire twisted her body angrily, but to no avail. Alfred continued his humiliation, his hand inside her bra, squeezing her tender nipples. He opened Claire's blouse wide, lifting the bra on her left breast to reveal her perfect bud, then gently kneading it with his fingertips. Then, leaving her exposed breasts, his hand reached for 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, using two fingers to explore deeper.
His fingers reached all the way to her vulva, then, together with a bit of lace, he shoved them inside.
"Ugh...uh...ah!" Claire groaned angrily.
Alfred maliciously rubbed inside, occasionally thrusting in and out, his fingers dripping with Claire's fluids. Claire turned her head away in disgust. Alfred immediately pinched her face, turning her head back.
He put his fingers in Claire's mouth, pressing them against her tongue, forcing her to lick her own secretions and swallow them. Claire was immersed in overwhelming humiliation.
Alfred then unzipped his own pants, revealing his enormous penis. The anger on Claire's face now turned into 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 and fell silent. Both men watched as Alfred's penis gradually lengthened and enlarged between Claire's beautiful nipples, becoming thick and hard. Alfred grabbed Claire's breasts with both hands, then pushed them together, clamping his penis between them, their nipples colliding. The initial thrusting was slow, but it quickly turned into intense breast sex. The 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 against her lips, then pushed forward, entering her mouth.
Claire's tongue curled around his penis. Alfred thrust forward, 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 pulled out just in time, ejaculating his hot semen onto her lips and cheeks, the white liquid 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 stench of the liquid. After Alfred finished cleaning her face, he said, "Now, it's your turn to clean me." Looking down at his semi-erect penis, Claire noticed it was still covered in semen. Alfred shoved his penis 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, so continue. Remember, you still need to extract sperm from 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 to untie her legs 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, covered her ravaged body, and helplessly embarked on her shameful path to survival.
Claire mentally rehearsed the devil's list, feeling utterly foolish for making 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 low 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 ripped through her 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, then quickly leaped down, ripping her pants off her legs. Claire tried to clamp her legs together, but they were loosened. Her black lace panties were exposed. The zombie dog barked wildly at her, tearing off her panties just as it had with the trousers. Claire knew what it was thinking. She immediately squeezed her legs together tightly. The zombie dog moved to the side, crawling 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, numb sensation; 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 this, the zombie dog immediately pounced, its paws planted on either side of Claire's body, its massive penis erect, thrusting forward with the help of its hind legs. The dog's penis slid in and out, penetrating her labia, which seemed to be lubricated. The zombie dog wasted no time, quickly thrusting its rump and beginning to fuck Claire.
"Ah! No! I've been attacked by a dog... ah... um... and it's a zombie dog... ugh... help me! Someone save me... waah... help me!" She cried out in anguish, but no one came to her rescue.
The zombie dog quickly reached its climax, saliva dripping from between its teeth onto Claire's ripped shirt. Just before ejaculating, it slowed down and lowered its head slightly. Then, suddenly, semen gushed from its penis, pouring into Claire's body like a torrent of scalding iron, filling her uterus.
"Ugh...it's in...so hot...dog semen is so hot!" Claire felt a warm current filling her body, flowing deep into her lower abdomen, and closed her eyes in discomfort. The zombie dog took a while 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 to survive was certainly not pleasant. She stood there, trying to process her thoughts. A drop of semen dripped from between her labia onto her thigh. She put her underwear and pants back on, her tongue barely forgetting the taste of Alfred's semen. The two consecutive acts of humiliation triggered a physical reaction within her, as if the semen poured into her body was too much and too heavy, pulling her towards the ground. Despite feeling unfortunate about her ordeal, Claire decided to continue. She struggled to the military training facility, entered the hall, and rested her weary 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 crashing face-down 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 used its hand to squeeze her waist and continued crawling forward until its groin was on top of 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 thrusting on her hips intensified, allowing Claire to muster 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 bitter smile appeared on her face. She pulled off her pants and underwear, then sat on the zombie's face. The zombie extended its long tongue, greedily slapping Claire's labia, then thrusting in, sweeping over every corner, drawing circles inside her tight vagina.
"Ah... huff... wow! 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 pulsating 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. As she lifted her head, her lips remained tightly wrapped around the penis until it was completely withdrawn from her mouth.
The penis was covered in her saliva, and a thin, transparent strand of saliva clung reluctantly between her lips and the glans.
Meanwhile, the zombie beneath her continued to thoroughly lick and explore her genitals. Claire could almost feel the onset of pleasure. She removed her top, and after a moment's internal struggle, unhooked her bra and tossed it aside; now she was only wearing boots. She leaned back, hands on the ground, her body arched. 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 knelt before the erect penis again, trying to concentrate on resisting the physical pleasure. She opened her small mouth and swallowed the entire penis once more, gently sucking and moving her head up and down, taking the whole thing in and out. 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. Effectively, the zombie ejaculated a large amount of semen. Claire still held the penis tightly in her mouth. The liquid spurting from the glans filled her small mouth, and due to the large quantity, 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 sending 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 regained her breath. 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 inner walls of Claire's vagina. Claire trembled again, arching her body backward, her hands supporting her on the ground, her legs bent.
"Perhaps this pleasure is the only tiny 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 unusually 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 deeply trapped in the vortex of pleasure, unable to extricate herself. Claire arched her back desperately, her tightly clenched thighs loosening. The zombie broke free from between her legs and slowly crawled 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 saccharine flow of fluid rose from deep within her vagina, filling every inch of her body.
"It's coming... haa... haa... I'm orgasming... ah... I can't take it anymore!" The peak of orgasm was approaching. Claire sat on the ground, her body still basking in the afterglow of orgasm, glistening with sweat. 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 spurted from her vagina. The first spurt was large, first washing over her clitoris, then slapping against the ground.
"Aaaaaah!!" Claire's hoarse screams testified to the extreme pleasure she was experiencing.
With trembling, streams of nectar continued to gush out, flowing onto the concrete floor between her legs. Her vulva burned, 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, occasionally moaning, 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 gushed from her vulva 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 floor. She stood up, the nectar flowing down her legs, turning cold.
Looking at the mess on the floor, she reminded herself of her purpose. Though somewhat disoriented, she picked up her clothes and continued on.
Walking through the empty buildings, Claire knew it was all about to end. The thought of torturing her own body 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 last monster she was about 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 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. It 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. She whirled around and drew her blade! Claire's dagger traced a bright arc in the air, slashing towards the hunter. Unfortunately, she missed. The hunter, with even greater speed and the reflexes of a wild beast, dodged the attack, then swung its muscular arm, knocking Claire's dagger away with a backhand claw, before calmly returning to its previous stance. Claire trembled in fear, her eyes blank as if petrified, yet utterly powerless, 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 ripped Claire's top and bra in half, the fabric shredded and falling to the ground along with the remaining top.
Even before being violated, Claire felt utterly humiliated. The hunter extended a thick finger, aiming directly between Claire's legs. Sharp nails sliced through her trousers, starting above her buttocks and cutting downwards, tracing the curves of her buttocks, layers of fabric flipping open along the way. The claw then grazed her vulva, feeling as if it were cleaving her vagina in two; Claire trembled as she endured the pain. Finally, the claw sliced through her pubic hair, continuing upwards until her trousers were completely severed in two, falling to the ground like a top. The hunter even ripped off her combat boots; Claire was now completely naked, her private parts exposed.
The hunter laid Claire face down on the ground, reaching for her head with one hand. Its claws gripped Claire's head, lifting her 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, its penis forcing its way into her mouth.
"No…uh…no…gurgling…uh…" All of Claire's protests were silenced. The massive claws behind her head began to push her towards the beast, extinguishing any hope of spitting out the penis. The hunter merely kept its penis in Claire's mouth, making no rush to thrust, even though Claire could withstand it. Rather than thrusting its hips back and forth to pound Claire's throat, this stagnant silence caused Claire to unconsciously suck on the huge penis that filled her mouth. This continued for several minutes, Claire's jaw aching. Just when she thought it would ejaculate, the hunter withdrew its penis, leaving not a drop of semen. Claire was in utter distress. Of course, the hunter had no intention of letting her go so easily. It turned Claire around, lifting her buttocks into the air. Claire was powerless against the beast's strength, forced to submit to its control. Hundreds of atrocities the hunter might commit against her flashed through her mind, 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, then thrust forward with incredible speed. Claire was being torn apart, her nipples slapped back and forth with each thrust, her beautiful hair disheveled from 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 exactly what it was going to do next.
"No! Ah...no...waaaah...not in my ass! Ah...woo...don't shoot in my ass!!" Claire cried out, tears streaming down her pale face. The Hunter continued its semi-rapid thrusting. Claire was just waiting for that warm feeling from her anus, the steaming semen that she had already experienced so much of today filling her intestines. However, the Hunter pulled out 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 impacting 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 departed, leaving Claire to tend to her battered body.
Claire was soaked in semen, as if she had been sprayed by a semen fire hydrant. Semen trickled down her body's curves, 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 from her face 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 lips, and licked it in. Then 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, warm sensation relaxed her slightly. Looking down at her genitals, covered in semen, Claire knew she couldn't lick it all clean, so she focused on the few remaining drops on the floor.
Without thinking, Claire knelt down like a female dog and licked 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 having the semen of four different creatures inside her, acting as an antidote, circulated throughout her body, made Claire uncomfortable. Coupled with her current nakedness and the semen covering her genitals, 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 every humiliating scene was safely recorded on videotape. This included her current state—standing naked in front of the camera, her genitals stained with semen—was also captured on camera.
Claire walked away, without looking back.
"Translation" Another side of Resident Evil. Part Three:
Hanging up,
Jill 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 in two by her shadow at her feet. Suddenly, something caught Jill's attention. She turned to look at the source of the sound, but something was evading her vision in the shadows. A drawn-out groan came from the darkness, confirming the fear in her heart. Jill knew this sound well. Her trembling hand raised her pistol, and her tense finger pulled the trigger sharply.
"Click." Empty.
The groan drew closer. Jill slowly backed away, fumbling for the magazine on her body. Her back bumped against a metal fence, and at the same time, a crisp metallic clang came from her back.
It was the magazine clipped to her back!
She hurriedly reached in and pulled out the magazine. Before Jill could pull her hand back from the magazine, something grabbed her head tightly. She looked up in terror and saw a zombie's arm reaching out from behind the fence. Jill raised her other hand, trying to knock at the jagged claw, but it too was grabbed by another zombie. Jill looked up, knowing the zombies were approaching 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. Her 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 held firmly by a group of zombies through the fence, unable to move her limbs or waist. Another zombie emerged from the shadows, 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 thigh, squeezing and kneading her full, well-toned flesh. Jill was terrified. The zombie's hand traveled down to 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, taking the panties into its mouth and gently chewing.
"Ah…no! Why like this…oh…it hurts…mmm…" Jill writhed uneasily.
The zombie's jaws chewed up and down Jill's vulva. Its teeth, long since rotted and fallen out, brought Jill a sensation beyond mere pain. Saliva gradually soaked through her silk, but Jill was powerless to stop it, only able to glare angrily at the filthy scene.
Two more hands reached through the bars of the fence, lunging at her breasts, grabbing them as forcefully as the other hands had gripped 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 delicate breasts like cupping therapy, the movements seemingly gentle, but actually quite forceful, shaping her beautiful breasts into various forms through her tight blue top. Jill couldn't concentrate; the attack on her chest obstructed her vision, preventing her from seeing below her chest. Of course, she could still feel the zombie gritting its teeth at her panties.
After a while, the hands on her chest dropped, and her right breast escaped the zombie's clutches. Jill had barely breathed a sigh of relief when the hand moved to her waist, rubbing against her smooth thighs before dragging upwards until it grasped her firm, upturned buttocks. Jill froze like a statue, fearing what would happen next. The zombie extended a finger, slipping it through her delicate silk panties and pulling slowly but firmly. The elastic fabric was pulled up, and the panties sank between her full buttocks, pressing tightly against 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. The hand
that had been on Jill's buttocks moved back up to her torso, slipping under her shirt and pinching her nipples, squeezing them repeatedly.
Jill felt a shiver run through her body; the hand, devoid of body heat, was so 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 top was slowly pulled up. The hem of the top rolled up, revealing her smooth and firm abdomen, then continued upwards, tightening at her chest, then her protruding nipples popped out, revealing the zombie's hand as well. Finally, her entire breast was exposed, and her top was pulled up above her chest. The hand continued to caress, and the protruding tongue continued to bring intense stimulation.
A few minutes passed, and the left hand released Jill's breast and disappeared behind the iron bars behind her. Jill was bewildered. In her current situation—her hands and feet firmly held by the zombies behind her—it seemed impossible for her to shake off that hand.
The zombie that had been chewing on her silk underwear finally moved its head away from Jill's crotch. The saliva that had accumulated there seeped through the silk fabric. Jill could feel how wet the part of her panties 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 shapely 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 simply a sexy swinging of her full breasts, creating waves of white ripples, which increased the force of the sucking slightly. Watching the zombie's large mouth wolfing down her nipple, Jill felt very uncomfortable. Jill had never imagined that a zombie's sucking force could be so strong. Finally, the zombie moved its mouth away. With a "pop," a pink nipple trembled and sprang from its sucking mouth, slightly more prominent than usual. The zombie used its hand instead of its mouth, 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 returned to her nipple. 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 eyebrow 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 flowing over it, like a female dog sticking out her tongue to cool off. 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 nipples again, extracting the last few drops of white agar, then licked them away. Then it stopped, staggering backward, slowly disappearing into the endless darkness.
A hand reached out from behind Jill, taking possession of her breasts again, caressing them 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, its palm enveloping her small, delicate navel. It slowly slid down, down to her waist, down to her silk panties, and inside.
"Ugh!" Jill froze.
The fingers brushed against her pubic hair, moving downwards. The palm was slightly curved to penetrate deeper, finally finding Jill's slightly raised labia.
"Ah!" Jill's eyelids widened suddenly.
A hand 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 arched her upper body forward, her shoulders and chest thrusting forward. Her breasts stubbornly stood erect, her nipples standing tall. Jill's hips pressed hard against the iron bars, pushing her body forward. Her eyes were tightly closed, struggling 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 her vulva. Knuckles moved in and out between her moist labia, stirring the fluids, making lewd "pop…pop…pop…pop" sounds. Jill's face contorted. She gradually stopped screaming and struggling, and began to sob and moan.
Time slowly passed as fingers rapidly thrust in and out of Jill's tender vagina. Jill's gaze was unfocused, her pupils misty, and she uttered a prostitute's mournful cries, "Mmm...ah...ha...good...uh...no...oh..." Her heavy breasts were proudly erect, her nipples erect. Her panties, soaked with saliva and already beginning to dry, were now wet again by the love fluid secreted from her vagina. "Hoo...oh...uh...ah...oh oh..." Her breathing was heavy, sweat dripping from her eyebrows. A primal, instinctive whimper 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, entering 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 grabbed Jill's panties, which were constricted into a narrow band, and pulled them down. Her panties were pulled up above her knees and stopped. Given the treatment Jill was receiving, she barely noticed the ribbon binding her buttocks being removed. The hand returned to Jill's body, reaching for her buttocks. It quickly grabbed 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 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 her 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 together 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 dazed 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 itself. 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 vagina.
This time, the pleasure was gone, replaced by waves of nausea. She struggled again, futilely trying to escape the endless squeezing and rubbing of her breasts and the relentless thrusting into her vagina and anus.
Finally, Jill lowered her head, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
Suddenly, she heard a sound in the darkness ahead. Jill looked up, opened her eyes, and searched the empty space ahead blankly. "Jill!"
she heard someone calling her name. "Jill, where are you?!"
It was Carlos. Jill was about to shout to get his attention, but then realized her current predicament of being penetrated by fingers. Not wanting anyone to see what was happening, she remained silent, desperate cries threatening to burst from her throat several times. Finally, Carlos emerged from the darkness.
"Jill?" he asked in shock.
Jill was being tormented, countless zombie arms lifting her into the air and crawling all over her exposed body.
It was certainly not a sight to behold. Jill turned her head away, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
The zombies, however, lifted her even higher, straightening her body as she tried to hide, displaying her ravaged, beautiful form. Carlos drew his dagger and swiftly slashed at the zombie arm gripping Jill's wrist. Jill could finally let her arms hang down, the blood warming her aching fingers once more. Now Carlos was dealing with the hand on her ankle. Ignoring the demonic claw at her chest, Jill desperately tried to pull away the zombie hand still busy at her private parts. Carlos's dagger helped considerably. Jill hurriedly pointed behind her, and Carlos plunged the dagger into the hand whose fingers were still lodged in Jill's anus, the blade piercing through her wrist. Finally, Jill used all her strength to pull away the demonic claw that was squeezing her breasts. They gripped her tightly, pulling her back, desperately trying to prevent their prey from escaping. Finally, Jill subdued them and broke free.
Numerous zombies reached out from behind the iron bars, stretching forward as far as they could, their hands grasping at the air, seemingly wanting to tear Jill and Carlos to shreds. Jill pulled her shirt back down and put it back on, then pulled her lace panties and miniskirt back to their normal positions. The panties, soaked with her own juices, clung to her skin, the cold touch sending a chill down her spine. She stood still for a moment, then snatched the assault rifle from Carlos, who still seemed unable to believe what he had just seen. Jill turned to face the iron bars, raised the gun, and fired until the magazine was empty.
[Translation] Another side of Resident Evil. Part Four:
The Flower Potion
Jill had approached the edge of the mysterious fountain. Thick, rope-like vines stretched out from the pool,
hanging silently on either side.
Suddenly, one of the vines twitched!
Jill felt a chill run down her spine, her feet rooted to the spot. Her eyes were fixed on the suspicious vines,
her heart pounding in her head, one hand tightening on her beret, slightly damp with sweat. The vines remained motionless. Jill breathed a soft sigh of relief, thinking it was either her eyes playing tricks on her or a misperception caused by the ripples of the fountain. But as she stepped into the pool's area, the lifeless plants burst forth with life.
All the vines rose up like tentacles, waving wildly in the air. Jill stopped abruptly, taking a step back in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief at the chaos around her. She turned, and two vines appeared from either side, blocking her path. They lashed out in the air, preventing Jill from leaping out of their obstruction. Jill turned, raised her gun, and pulled the trigger. A bullet hurtled towards a thick branch of a vine.
But the plant seemed to sense it; the vine deftly bent to one side, dodging the bullet. Jill fired two more shots in quick succession. The vines contracted, twisting their central axis from side to side. The two bullets grazed past her, striking the back wall and sparking. A thick branch pierced Jill's gun-wielding hand from the left. The pistol slipped from her grasp, rolling far beyond her control. Two more tentacles wrapped around her back, joining the previous two to form a solid semi-circular wall.
The four vines began to contract together, compressing Jill's range of movement ever narrower. She tried to force her way through, feeling as if she had hit a rubber wall. The vines bounced her back, her back against the pool. The vines tightened even more. Jill was like a fish in a net. She turned again, the vines already close to her heels. She took a step forward, stepping onto the edge of the pool, using the momentum to leap high backward, her graceful body spinning 180 degrees in the air, facing the vine blockade behind her. Jill bent one leg in mid-air, successfully crossing the barrier. Almost escaping, she frantically curled her other leg, nearly stepping over the vine-woven fence. A tentacle flew from behind, snapping like a whip around her ankle. Jill was abruptly pulled in mid-air and slammed to the ground. Her beret fell off and rolled to the side.
Jill knew she couldn't stop. She hastily crawled towards the square stone altar inlaid with the fountain plaque, gripping the edge of the slab with one hand and bending her other arm, her elbow wrapped around the other side of the altar. Tentacles on her ankles tugged mercilessly, pulling her body straight, but she clung tightly to the altar, clinging to the spot. The tentacles behind her tightened their grip, forcing Jill to loosen her elbows, stretching her arms straight up overhead, desperately hooking the edge of the slab with only her fingers. A second tentacle moved and clung to her left leg, spiraling up her calf and coiling around her thigh. Then, with a sharp pull, it ripped Jill off the altar. Two vines released Jill, a third coiling around her waist, lifting her into the air. Jill clenched her fists and pounded them with all her might.

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