Resident Evil H Version

Plaything

. 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. 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 gripped 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 moment, 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 both shocked and terrified. 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 themselves erect, 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 "penis slap" Jill. 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 completely went 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 very soft and slippery.

No matter how you poked them, squeezed them together, or stroked them, they would spring back like sponges. 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 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 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 lower back. This was not a good sign.

The probing grew stronger. Jill deduced it was something, especially since it was coming from between the dog's legs. The dog seemed to sense this 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 coursing through her body, knowing that escape was imminent, even though she would likely 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 get up, while the dog that had been resting on the side 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 rounded buttocks clung defiantly to the silk fabric. The panties, still soaked with Jill's love fluid, clung perfectly to her buttocks, revealing no hint of bulk or imperfection. 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 dog's resolve not to let her escape.

The dog 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 to run; she just wanted to get as far away from the dog as possible. She tried her best, but she knew that at her current speed, the zombie dog would easily catch her. Their claws slapped the ground, tearing fabric 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 ravaging 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 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 fall felt like a punch to the face. At that moment, the entire weight of the dog that had attacked her landed 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 bruised all over, as if she had been thrown against a wall and then smashed into a rock. Watching Jill exhaust her strength and luck once more, the dog that had pounced on her back jumped off.

Her back was soaked with sweat. The dog, which had just jumped off, 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 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, 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 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 the elastic band of the miniskirt's waist, before opening its gaping maw and biting down hard on the fabric, tugging at it as it slid down Jill's smooth thighs, over her knees, and finally off her boots. Jill realized the dog that had been licking her back was now behind her, its exposed flesh on full display.

Jill's buttocks were still the same as before; her panties were still soaked through with love juice, 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 in her weakest state 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 damp with love juice, the zombie dog stared at a pair of delicate, small, and fleshy pink labia that were still trembling slightly. The dog that hadn't ejaculated yet rushed over first, its nose just centimeters from the soaked panties, letting out a short, sharp sniff. The fragrance of love juice 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 juice, showing no sign of stopping. At first, Jill felt disgusted, but soon felt a hateful pleasure. Each lick intensely stimulated her, even though it was still through her silk panties. She soon found herself moaning with each breath. The licking continued, the pleasure and moans growing stronger. Jill felt ashamed of deriving pleasure from this act, yet she was 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 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, like waves of tingling and itching. 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 with pleasure. When she came to her senses from the orgasm, 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 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 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 that 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 waned, and its penis landed on Jill's right buttock. It positioned itself between Jill's thighs, the taut silk webbing between her buttocks providing good protection against the enormous 25-centimeter length. The zombie dog paused, considering. 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 meet the dog's thrusts. She thanked her lucky star: the dog was satisfied without even penetrating. Soon, both the zombie dog and the human girl were moving faster, almost as if they were actually engaging in penetrating mating. The zombie dog stopped, its penis trembling, ejaculating against Jill's pink back.

The filth splattered all over Jill's hair. Another spray landed on her shoulder. The last ejaculation from the giant dog's penis flowed down her back and onto 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 hadn't 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 panties and combat boots, she was naked. It was practically naked; her panties 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: The Other Side of Resident Evil] Secondly:

The Mission

Claire slowly made her way down the narrow corridor, her palms slightly sweaty as she gripped the gun, her finger itching slightly on the trigger. Continuing on, past a shuttered window, she entered a wider area. Seeing no danger in her line of sight, Claire breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, she heard a loud bang from behind her. Before she could react, turning around, she only saw the gray metal door slam shut, blocking the way she had come. Just as Claire futilely pounded on the metal 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 small playground, and you're the toy inside. Don't die too quickly." The megaphone fell silent again. This plunged Claire into fear. 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 evil. Claire didn't answer, but her eyes couldn't hide the fear 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 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 need 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 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 smirked as he continued unbuttoning her blouse, 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 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 thrust into 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 now 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, utterly powerless to resist. Alfred leaned forward, placing his penis between Claire's breasts.

"You sick bastard!" Claire's scream broke the silence.

“Shut up, you bitch!” Alfred retorted. “You need my semen, and I’ll fill your mouth!” Claire yielded, falling silent. Both watched as Alfred’s penis grew longer and larger between Claire’s beautiful nipples, thick and hard. Alfred grabbed Claire’s breasts with both hands, pushing them together to envelop his penis, their nipples colliding. The initial thrusting was slow, but it quickly turned into a vigorous breast-fucking. 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, spraying his scalding semen onto her lips and cheeks. The white, cloudy liquid covered her delicate face and slowly trickled 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."

Looking down at his 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, so keep going. 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 to 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 with 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 leaping down and 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 growled wildly at her, tearing off her panties just as it had with the pants. Claire knew what it was thinking. She immediately squeezed her legs together tightly. The zombie dog moved to the side, burrowing under her knees, forcing her to curl her legs up. It stared at the gap 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, penetrating her labia, which seemed to be lubricated. The zombie dog wasted no time, rapidly thrusting its rump into 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 the dog's penis, continuously pouring into Claire's body like a torrent of scalding iron, filling her uterus.

"Ugh...it's in...it's so hot...the dog's 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 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 acts of humiliation 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 reach 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 grabbed 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, giving Claire enough strength to throw the zombie off her. The zombie landed on its back, its erect penis proudly erect in the air. An idea flashed through Claire's mind, a bitter smile appearing 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 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 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 raised her head, her lips remained tightly wrapped around the penis until it was completely withdrawn from 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.

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 arched her back, hands on the ground, her body contorted. 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 down before the erect penis again, trying to concentrate on resisting the physical pleasure, and opened her mouth to swallow the entire penis once more, gently sucking and moving her head up and down, swallowing and spitting out the whole shaft. Her small, fragrant tongue caressed the penis in waves, while the zombie's tongue busily tried to please 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 liquid spurting from the glans filled her small mouth, and due to the large quantity, the cloudy semen leaked from her overflowing lips.

"Mmm...mmm...glug...glug...glug..." Trying not to think, Claire closed her eyes and swallowed the scalding liquid filling her mouth. 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 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 inner walls of Claire's vagina. Claire trembled again, arching her body backward, her hands supporting her on the ground, her legs bent.

"Maybe this pleasure is the only little bit of benefit I can get,"

she smiled bitterly, feeling defiled and filthy. The zombie's movements slowed, but went deeper and more forcefully. 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 and couldn't extricate herself. 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 gleaming 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. Rather than pounding its hips against Claire's throat, this stagnant silence caused Claire to unconsciously suck on the large penis that filled her mouth. This continued for several minutes, until Claire's jaw ached. 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.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!" Claire screamed in agony.

After a brief pause, the Hunter pulled back sharply, then thrust forward again with incredible speed. Claire was being torn apart, her nipples slapping 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 what it was going to do next.

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 advanced, the light was cleaved by her shadow, splitting in two beneath her feet. Suddenly, a sound caught Jill's attention. She turned to look at the source of the sound, but something evaded her gaze 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, her tense finger yanking the trigger.

"Click." Empty.

The groan drew closer. Jill slowly backed away, fumbling for the magazine in her pocket. Her back slammed against a metal fence, the crisp sound of metal clanging 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 horror—it was a zombie's arm. Reaching out from behind the fence. Jill raised her other hand, pounding at the jagged, monstrous claw. But she ended up being grabbed by another zombie. Jill looked up, knowing the zombie was 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. The gun in her hand fell to the ground during the struggle.

Two more hands reached out, grabbed her ankles, and dragged her towards the fence as well. Jill could only turn her head left and right, but she couldn't see any way to escape. The groans behind her rose and fell continuously; 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 and grabbing 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-trained flesh. Jill was terrified. The zombie's hand traveled down her knee, then back to her shapely buttocks, enjoying the sensation along the way. Then another hand reached up, caressing her buttocks simultaneously. With a forceful squeeze, both hands grabbed her miniskirt and pulled it down hard. 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.

"Ah...no! Why like this...oh...it hurts...um." Jill writhed uneasily.

The zombie's jaws chewed up and down Jill's vulva, and because its teeth had long since rotted and fallen out, it brought Jill a feeling of discomfort beyond pain. Saliva gradually soaked the silk, but Jill was powerless to do anything but look down angrily at this filthy scene.

Two more hands reached out from between the bars of the fence, lunging at her breasts, grabbing them as forcefully as the other hands had grabbed her wrists and ankles.

"Ugh... so hard... ah... oh... uh-huh..." Jill's small mouth opened slightly, letting out a painful cry with short breaths. The zombie's hands were kneading 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 what was 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 just breathed a sigh of relief when the hand moved to her waist, then rubbed against her smooth thigh before dragging it upwards until it grasped her firm, pert buttocks. Jill froze like a statue, worried about what would happen next. The zombie extended a finger, slipping it through her delicate silk panties, and slowly but forcefully pulled. The elastic silk fabric was pulled up, and her 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 the pressure of its tongue exploring every nook and cranny of her vulva through the silk fabric even more intensely.

The hand that had been on Jill's buttocks reached back up to her torso, slipping under her shirt and pinching her nipples, squeezing and kneading them repeatedly.

Jill felt a shiver run through her body; the hands, devoid of body heat, were so cold. The hand that had been focused on her left breast was doing the same thing. Jill's nipples were being squeezed, rubbed, 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 of her clothes rolled up, revealing her smooth yet firm abdomen, then continued upwards, tightening at her chest, before her erect nipples popped out, revealing the zombie's hand. 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.

Several minutes passed, and the left hand released Jill's breast, disappearing behind the iron bars behind her. Jill was bewildered. In her current state—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 the 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; 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. The head, never 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 swing of her full breasts, creating waves of white ripples, which increased the suction slightly. Watching the zombie's large mouth wolfing down her nipple, Jill felt 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," the pink nipple trembled and sprang out of the sucking mouth, slightly more erect than usual. The zombie used its hands 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 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 eyebrow and onto her soft cheek. The prolonged arousal had made her body feverish.

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 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 of the night.

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, the 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. His hand was slightly bent to allow for deeper penetration, finally finding Jill's slightly raised labia.

"Ah!" Jill's eyelids widened suddenly.

His 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 leaned her upper body forward, her shoulders and chest thrusting forward. Her breasts stubbornly stood up, her nipples erect. 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 go... no... ah! Let... let go... ah... oh—!" His fingers moved back and forth, opening up her vagina. Knuckles moved in and out between her moist labia, stirring the fluid and 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, and 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, "Ugh...ah...ha...good...uh...no...oh..." Her nipples proudly erected on her heavy breasts. Her panties, which had been soaked with saliva and were beginning to dry, were now wet again because of the love fluid secreted from her vagina. "Hoo...oh...uh...ah...oh oh..." Her breathing was heavy, and sweat dripped from her eyebrows. Primal, instinctive whimpers escaped from her lips. Jill couldn't believe she could feel anything from the physical abuse, 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. The panties were pulled up to above her knees and stopped. In her current state, Jill barely noticed that the ribbon binding her buttocks had been removed. The hand returned to Jill's body, reaching for her buttocks. It grabbed quickly and then 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 ravaging. The finger traveled all the way up to above Jill's anus.

"Gah... Ah... Gah... Hmm... Hah... Haa..." Jill wanted to scream, but the intense pleasure rendered her speechless except for sensual moans. Her fingers finally pierced the tightly clenched anus, tormenting the folded opening with each thrust, held firmly by the sphincter. Separated only by a thin layer of flesh, two fingers moved in perfect harmony, almost hooking together through that membrane.

Within minutes, Jill reached orgasm.

"Ah... I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm coming ahhhhhh--!" With a final, frantic cry, Jill entered a state of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly closed, her teeth clenched around 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, spreading the longing for orgasm to every corner of her being. Then it penetrated her arms, which were raised above her head, thrusting them until they were weak and powerless, then rebounding, shooting into her brain like bullets, bringing a moment of dizziness, followed by a tingling, burning excitement that coursed through 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, her body trembling and unable to support her. Her legs buckled, her knees drooping, completely at the mercy of the zombies' hands, which worked together seamlessly to hold her there.

Gradually calming down from her orgasm, Jill began to feel the fingers still moving in and out of her genitals.

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 genitals and anus.

Finally, Jill lowered her head with tears of humiliation, crystal tears sliding down her cheeks.

Suddenly, a sound came from 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 her attention, but then realized her current predicament—being violated 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 held her in the air, crawling all over her exposed body.

This 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. Carlos has now begun to deal with the hand on her ankle. Ignoring the demonic claw on her chest, Jill desperately tried to pull the zombie hand still busy at her private parts. Carlos's dagger was of great help. Jill hurriedly pointed behind her, and Carlos plunged the knife into the hand whose fingers were still lodged in Jill's anus, the blade piercing through the wrist. Finally, Jill used all her strength to pull away the demonic claws that were 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 top back down and put it back on, then pulled her lace panties and miniskirt back into place. The panties, soaked with her own juices, clung to her skin, the cold touch sending a chill down her spine. She stood still, composed herself, and then snatched the assault rifle from Carlos, who still seemed unable to believe what he had just seen. Jill turned to face the iron fence, raised the gun, and fired until the magazine was empty.

[Translation] The Other 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 water, hanging silently on either side of the pool.

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 crashed into 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.

植物把她仰面降下来，一根藤蔓巧妙地脱去了她的内裤。吉尔已经赤身裸体，浑身只剩下一双靴子。

她后背躺在石坛上，手腕被向上拉直固定在石板边缘。另外两只触手卷住她的脚腕，阻止了任何抵抗。她的膝盖弯曲，小腿垂在石坛两侧。现在几乎所有的触手都在牢牢钳制吉尔的行动，还剩下两根藤蔓自由地游走。一根滑上吉尔坚实的小腹，感受着温暖的体温，挑逗着修长可爱的肚脐，然后向下游动，钻进修剪的一丝不苟的阴毛中，来回玩弄着。吉尔感到毛发被拉扯的刺痛。触手的尖端继续深入探索，抚过吉尔紧闭的阴唇，探查到一块温暖湿润的地带。于是粗壮的龟头开始突入。分开阴唇，前端插入屄内几厘米。吉尔满脸惊恐。触手继续深入了十几厘米，它光滑的表皮好像分泌出一种粘滑的汁液，一方面减弱了屄肉的阻力，另一方面带有刺激性的粘液烧的吉尔的下体火辣辣，痒孳孳。吉尔感到入侵的异物在自己的体内慢慢深入，几经足足有18厘米没入了小屄深处。她不断安慰着自己，骗自己说那只不过是一根普通的人类阳具。然而接下来整整24厘米长的修长触手完全肏进她的阴户，吉尔的下体从来没有插进过这幺长的东西。龟头更是硬生生挤进子宫，吉尔身体不受控制猛地一挺，小嘴微张，却一个字也叫不出来，只是一个劲地倒抽冷气。

藤蔓先是微微一抽，接着就开始了密集的肏弄。来回的抽插，前后摇晃着吉尔的双乳。植物修长的触手似乎膨胀了少许，把她的阴道和子宫结结实实地撑满。

吉尔的四肢完全无法活动，两腿甚至不能乱蹬来发泄被凌辱的痛苦。现在的她只能默默地感受藤蔓在自己体内时轻时重的戳弄。绑住吉尔手腕的两根藤蔓聚拢起来，左边的那根一圈一圈把双臂缠绕在一起。右手的藤蔓放松开来，和刚才就一直空闲着的另一根触手一起，扫上女孩雄伟的乳房。两根藤蔓圈住双峰的根部，微微的勒紧使酥乳显得更加饱满和沉重。触手左右轻微摇晃着乳球，让它们碰到一起再弹开，好像在做按摩一样。尽管这动作稍微舒缓了吉尔的痛苦，但她还是很痛恨被这样玩弄。

是一只僵尸。

吉尔像被陷阱困住的牝鹿看到恶狼一样恐惧。她疯狂地扭动身体，然而一切都是徒劳的。僵尸缓步踏进屋内，蹒跚着接近。吉尔用尽全身的力气，呼吸不畅，只好停了下来。身体内的藤蔓速度减慢，然后慢慢抽了出来，凸起的龟头冠撑开狭窄的子宫颈，吉尔的下体一阵抽搐。

僵尸已经接近到可以触摸吉尔粉嫩的娇躯。它爬上石坛，面对吉尔。圈住脚踝的藤蔓松开，僵尸提起她的双腿，举起来，直到膝盖搭上它的肩膀，胯下的阳具已经充血勃起。一点时间也没有浪费，僵尸把阴茎插入吉尔的私处。就像一只上膛的散弹枪一样激烈地抽插，胯骨“啪啪啪”地一次又一次狠狠撞击女孩的屁股。

刚才从吉尔体内抽出来的触手，强制性的捅进女孩的小嘴。吉尔马上尝到了自己的淫液混合着植物蜂蜜一般甜滋滋的汁液。藤蔓的前端在她湿润的舌头上摩擦，然后进一步插向她的喉咙。粗大的触手撑满了吉尔的口腔。触手旋转着磨擦她的香舌，前端继续前进，插入了食道。吉尔几乎无法呼吸，阵阵的反胃使她左右甩打自己的头。喉管像吸尘器的橡皮管一样紧紧裹着触手，用不了几秒，植物就到达了喷发的高潮。颤抖传来，吉尔能看得见什幺东西在藤蔓之内膨胀起来，圆滚滚地沿着触手向自己挤过来，把原本就张开的下颌撑得生疼，填满了自己的口腔，撑开了食道，自己已经完全窒息。粘稠的汁液终于在她的喉管里爆发。吉尔根本不需要吞咽，液体就直接灌进了她的胃。温暖浓厚的感觉在腹中化开，庞大的容量使上腹微微隆起。藤蔓慢慢抽了出来，继续喷射着。吉尔才刚刚来得及喘一口气，口腔就被填满，由于小嘴仍然被堵住，膨胀的液体涌进了鼻腔，从鼻孔中喷了出来。吉尔拚命地往后仰头，希望能早点把触手抽出来。射精后的藤蔓终于渐渐萎缩，大量的精液从吉尔的嘴角漏处来，流向香汗淋漓的脖颈。吉尔好不容易吐出触手的龟头，顾不上下颌的疼痛，剧烈的咳嗽着，咳出残留在喉咙中的汁液，直到此刻她才注意到藤蔓的精液味道是甜腻的。而接下来正在下体忙活着的僵尸又打乱了她的思绪。

僵尸抱住吉尔的大腿，来回挺动着臀部，把肉具一次次戳入她的体内，虽然不及藤蔓的细长，但粗壮的程度依然撑满了吉尔的屄腔。抽插速度陡然间减缓，僵尸紧紧抱住吉尔，几乎弄疼了她。最后一肏深入肉径深处，释放出它的满足。

滚烫的精液涌进子宫，吉尔能感觉它们在自己体内流淌、搅拌，烫得她一阵阵痉挛，收缩的肉腔把僵尸屌内最后的精液也榨了出来。僵尸把阴茎抽出来，在吉尔的阴毛上一阵摸搓，精液搅得毛发一片狼藉。

玩够了吉尔，心满意足的僵尸站一区起来。走廊外传来的声响吸引了它的注意力。

仿佛是嗅到了血腥味的恶狼，它蹒跚着走出门外。

搓揉着吉尔乳头的触手再次缠绕住脚踝，在她嘴中射精过的藤蔓环绕住腰部，勒住乳房的触手继续着蹂躏。

什幺骚动从走廊外传来，吉尔敢肯定她听到了人类的吼叫，不是出于痛苦而是由于愤怒。

“救…救命！救救我！”吉尔拚命地呼救。

两个身影突然撞开了半敞着的房门，扭打在了地面上。一个挥舞着双臂，另一个手中攥着什幺反光的物体。那是巴瑞和刚才强奸了吉尔的僵尸！僵尸被压住，攻击很难奏效，而巴瑞的军刀也对僵尸造成不了太大伤害，每一次的致命攻击都被手腕或前臂格挡。

植物似乎焦虑了起来，好像在担心抓到手的猎物再被抢走。它把吉尔提起来，挪到房间的远端，好像妖魔一样拒绝将她归还给正常的世界。一根藤蔓抓住最后的机会，不做任何的前戏，残忍地一插到底，龟头狠狠穿入子宫，撞击在娇嫩的肉腔上。尽管有刚才僵尸的精液做缓冲，吉尔还是感到下体一阵剧痛，小肚子里的生殖器一瞬间好像被顶到了嗓子眼。她甚至可以肯定自己的子宫已经被穿破了，但接下来电钻一般招招到肉的凶狠抽插又使她感到还不如在刚才就被穿腹而死。

眼前的搏斗还在继续，吉尔好像一个眼看就要溺死的人，手指已经能碰到救生圈，但就是抓不到手里。抓住她乳房的藤蔓像给奶牛挤奶一般，压榨着吉尔的乳房，子宫中的触手也迫不及待的爆射出大量的汁液。藤蔓这次没有出现隆起的圆球，而是像高压水龙一般通体膨胀起来，几乎把吉尔的小屄撕成两半，白浊的液体充满了子宫，又无法沿着阴道从屄口倒灌出来，因为触手实在太粗，被阴户紧紧勒住，只有星星点点的乳白色汁液从触手插入的缝隙处挤出来。剩下的精液吹气球一样把吉尔的子宫撑大，小腹微微隆起。还有液体在源源不断地喷进吉尔的体腔，似乎要确保此次受精成功一样。吉尔的喉咙深处发出凄惨的哀号。藤蔓终于开始萎缩，积攒的精液找到了出口，喷涌而出。而触手并不急着抽出，反而继续来回抽插，好像要把挤出来的精液再推回子宫里。一股股乳白色的溪流沿着大腿内侧流下来，一滴一滴落在她悬空的身体下的地板上，集聚起一小滩白的液渍。把玩着胸部的触手几乎在乳头上榨出了几滴乳汁。阴户中的藤蔓终于抽出来了，覆盖着浓稠的白色汁液。

与此同时，巴瑞把军刀刺入僵尸的额头，脑袋像西瓜一样四分五裂。

吉尔刚来得及张口叫出：“巴瑞！”，覆盖着精液的触手就及时堵上了她的嘴。巴瑞跳起来，震惊地看着吉尔。触手来回摩擦着她的舌头，强迫她做清洁服务。吉尔没有选择，只有逆来顺受，把精液全吞下了肚。巴瑞举起马格南大口径左轮枪，两枪点射。圈住吉尔手腕的两根藤蔓应声而断，把吉尔扔到了地上。吉尔连忙两手抓住嘴里的藤蔓，挣扎着往外拉。另外一根触手则从身后尝试再度入侵她的下体。吉尔一手抓着伸进她口中的藤蔓，另一只手去阻挡身下的触手，苦苦挣扎。巴瑞这时解下斜背在后背上的沉重的火焰喷射器，绕到不会威胁到吉尔的一侧，对准喷水池，扣下了扳机。

火焰席卷了水池，摧枯拉朽般烧焦了植物，藤蔓四散飞起，在空中断成几节，摔落在四周，空气中弥漫着烤蕃薯的气味。巴瑞呆呆地看着吉尔瑟缩在地上，试图用两只手遮掩住自己饱受摧残的躯体，却只能堪堪护住乳房和汁液淋漓的私处。

同伴虽然存活却惨遭凌辱，巴瑞的脸上悲喜交加。吉尔低着头，哽咽着低声说道：“巴瑞……什幺都不要说……”。

「译文」生化危机的另一面。其五：

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穿行于墓地之中，克莱尔警惕地巡查着四周。她把脚步放慢。在这种地方，你知道总会发生点什幺可怕的事情。慢慢再往前踏出一步……扑腾！她被什幺东西绊倒，面冲下摔倒在地，枪脱手甩在几米开外。克莱尔敏捷地侧滚翻身，回头察看着漆黑的地表，看看到底是墓碑还是什幺木头石块绊倒了她。然而那里什幺都没有，除了一个深入地下的狭小洞穴。

“一个兔子窝？”克莱尔寻思着。

从尺寸上来说，这差不多。但在这腐烂与杀戮伴随的环境里，她又觉得发现这幺一个温馨平凡的小窝实在太奇怪了。克莱尔直起身子，仔细察看着它。正当她弯下腰来，就觉得什幺东西拦住了她的腿，把她拽倒。等她再次面冲下倒在地上，她又翻了个身，坐起来，揉着摔痛的脸颊。目光扫过地面，她又看到一个跟刚才一模一样的洞。克莱尔开始有些担心，准备站起身来。

突然间泥土中有什幺东西射出来，带起一大蓬沙土遮蔽了视线。等灰尘散尽，克莱尔能感觉到什幺东西粘在她脚踝上。它看起来灰暗苍白，斑斑点点。好像是带有皱纹的香肠，连在一起抓住她，末端还有锯齿状的指甲。

那是一只手！

一只腐烂的手，来自地下某处的不死尸体。它缓缓地向下拉扯，就在克莱尔身下的土地里。克莱尔猜不透它要干什幺。

她还在轻轻揉着刚刚摔疼的下颌，然后身体前倾，检视着那只手。尽管它现在如同寂静的墓地般不声不响，但克莱尔觉得它就像一个上了弦的捕鼠夹，等待着猎物上钩。把手满满地伸过去，克莱尔觉得自己好像个小孩子要去抓烫手的山芋。她的指尖最先接触到了，那皮肤又硬又粗糙，好像陈旧的皮革。克莱尔尝试着掰开一根根手指，又试着戳刺它看看有没有什幺对疼痛的反应。最后在失望中，她攒起拳头击打在上面。就好像打一块石头，不管是从它的坚硬程度还是它抓住她脚踝的方式上来看。而手枪的距离太远，脚被固定在原地，没法移动，拿不到。

克莱尔双臂交叉架在胸前，考虑下一步该怎幺办。

几秒钟之后发生的景象只能用“泥土烟花”来形容。一块块已经干燥了的沙土从她腿的四周飞起。一撮撮泥沙带着尘土席卷了克莱尔的周身。尽管她及时地闭上了双眼，但用手掩住了鼻子和嘴巴还是慢了一拍，不住地咳嗽起来。克莱尔轻轻挥舞着另一只手，驱散眼前的尘土，紧闭的眼睛也慢慢睁开一条缝。擦去模糊的泪水，她意识到眼前的情况要比刚才糟糕许多。

现在大约有四双手臂扑了上来，说“大约”是因为还不知道这些手臂共有几个主人，是否成双论对。手臂从上往下，纷纷地捉住了克莱尔的双腿，数量分布和力道都大体均匀，牢牢限制住她的行动自由。克莱尔这下子真得慌了起来，毕竟刚才连一个都难以对付，现在一下子增加到八个。虽然到此为止它们还没有过分敌对的表现，但谁知道接下来会不会发生什幺恐怖的事情呢。

“是僵尸？猎杀者？暴君？”克莱尔在脑中呼喊着。双眼盯着自己无法挪动的双腿，后背上渐渐渗出了冷汗。过去目睹的种种凶案现场，经历的次次可怕体验，甚至看过的幕幕恐怖电影都从她脑子里蹦出来，在眼前闪过，痛苦的刺激使她无法集中注意力。

“冷静下来。稳住神志……但是不要浪费时间，你这笨蛋！”矛盾的想法在头脑中盘旋。

克莱尔环顾左右，然而四周不可能会有什幺圣水一类的救命稻草。然后她抓住众多擒着她的手中举得最高的一对，满怀希望地左右拉扯，然后又失望地停了下来。

身边一声轻微的撞击声引得克莱尔低头察看。原来刚才挣扎的时候，一个口香糖盒子般大小的物件从她的口袋里滚了出来。附近燃烧着的卡车照亮了它的曲线，光滑的金属表面上反映出的妖艳火光使它显得格外美丽。

“打火机！”克莱尔终于醒悟到。她急切地把打火机捡了起来，紧张地翻起盖子，打燃了燧轮。火星一闪，燃起了一朵小小的火炬。克莱尔调整了一下煤油的节阀，让火炬膨胀到几英寸高度。然后毫不耽搁地把打火机指向了刚才扳不动的那两只手。黑色的灼伤痕迹开始在苍白的皮肤上出现，烧焦的糊味也伴随着缕缕青烟升腾起来。克莱尔微微一笑。然而被烧烤着的手并没有松开，克莱尔的微笑也像青烟一般慢慢消散殆尽，担忧的颤栗又再次笼罩了她。

突然间又有两只手从身后的地下窜出来，直插向克莱尔的双肩，把她往地面托拽。克莱尔意欲反抗，无奈姿势限制了行动，使不上力气，再加上对方力量又大，因此在挣扎间逐渐就范。更多的手伸出来，分别攀住克莱尔的双臂，除了像其它手一样往下拉以外，还迫使双臂向外伸展，慢慢把扭动着的胴体拉扯成十字架状。身下更有其它的手前赴后继地伸出来，最后一双破土而出的魔爪裹上了高耸的乳房。克莱尔的身体仿佛霎那间冻结了。

“噢！上帝啊！可不要又是这种事！”她哭诉道。胸部上的魔爪轻微地移动着，力道似乎有些减弱，也许是为了让她放松下来。机不可失！克莱尔用尽所有的力量，疯狂地挣扎着想要摆脱眼下的束缚。突如其来的反抗果然成功地甩脱了几只手的钳制。然而命运似乎总是在克莱尔作对，枯萎的手臂一齐发力，如同锁链一般又把她硬生生地拽回到地面上。几乎捉到手中的希望瞬间被粉碎，用尽了全身的力气的克莱尔给死死卡在地上，哪里也去不了。令人担忧的魔爪在胸前汇合，手指慢慢从夹克衫的v 字领刺进去，嘶啦一声把红色的上衣的扣子迸飞，两襟大开，露出紧身的黑色运动内衣。克莱尔挺拔的双乳把衣服撑得很饱满，仿佛一对小白兔，正在骚动着商量如何逃出牢笼。

Claire realized this was for real; the malicious hand again attacked her breasts, encircling them from below the nipples. Another hand emerged from her hip, slithering like a snake around Claire's waistband, subtly fiddling with it. If it weren't for the sinister purpose behind this action, she would almost be amazed at how quickly this not-so-nimble hand could loosen the belt. The belt was loose. The devilish hand grabbed her trousers from the front, pulling them towards her feet. Claire instinctively resisted. She thrust her hips back, pressing them firmly against the ground. Despite the obvious increase in force, the tight-fitting jeans wouldn't come off.

Strangely, many hands released their grip. The hands that had been holding her hands and calves silently withdrew. Claire was confused, hesitating whether to expend her recently recovered strength to try and break free, since quite a few hands still maintained control over her. Next, she noticed the hands on her left side sinking downwards, while those on her right side rose upwards.

They were trying to flip her over!

Despite realizing this, Claire couldn't resist the force and was forced to slowly roll over. A hand behind her grabbed the back of her shirt; because her arms weren't being held, they were pulled behind her by the shirt, her shoulder joints were bent backwards to their limit, and she couldn't exert any strength. Her right arm reluctantly slipped out of the shirt, and then with a sudden tug, her left arm slipped out as well. Finally, Claire was completely flipped over, and her shirt was ripped off. As soon as Claire's buttocks left the ground, the clutches returned to her body, grabbing her outstretched arms, her legs, and the sides of her torso. Several eager fingers had already gripped the edge of her trousers; the frontal attack hadn't worked, so this time they tried her lower back. Claire's position was extremely awkward; her trousers were pulled down, revealing her full, shapely buttocks, slightly sweaty from the exertion. Like a ripe, peach-colored fruit wrapped in black ribbons, glistening with dew. Her pants were dragged down past her knees and calves, then over her feet, completely detached from her lower body.

Lying prone on the ground, Claire was left only with a short, tight-fitting top and black panties barely covering her genitals. A monstrous hand gripped her buttocks, one on each side, kneading them with all its might. The other hands on her back began to shove at the tight-fitting top. Her smooth, exposed back couldn't withstand the rough torment, leaving countless scratches on her skin. On the other side, her pants, already removed, were torn apart, scattering like shreds from a knife. Claire desperately tried to turn her head, not expecting anyone to come to her rescue. What she saw was a hand slowly clenching into a fist, about to deliver a powerful punch. Claire's vision went black, and she fainted.

In a world without consciousness, time has no meaning. Minutes and hours can pass in seconds.

Everything is immersed in darkness; nothing has a fixed shape, and physical sensations are hazy. In some situations, not knowing what's happening might be happiness.

A zombie pinned her to the ground and began fucking her from behind. Claire gasped in terror and jumped up. Without the restraints of those hands, she easily broke free. The zombie's thick, engorged penis slipped out of her sticky vagina. Claire scrambled over, maintaining distance from the zombie. She stared at it, one hand covering her mouth, her face filled with terror as it rose from its kneeling position, seemingly eager to push Claire back to the ground. Only then did she feel the cold metallic touch beneath her; incredibly, it felt like the pistol she had dropped. Several shots struck the zombie, knocking it to the ground. She looked around; a few zombies lingered, their gazes shifting over her. The next few gunshots silenced them forever.

Claire released the gun, her hand still trembling, clutching her face, her fingers shaking.

Suddenly, she felt something sticky and thick on her cheek. Holding her hand up to her face, she screamed, realizing it was semen streaming down her face, leaving dirty streaks between her cheeks and fingers. Claire looked down at her naked body—her breasts, abdomen, and legs were sticky with dirt. Touching

her back, she felt more semen draped over her skin like a curtain, much of it already cold, as if left hours ago. Claire felt as if she were no longer alive; nightmarish images played endlessly in her mind: zombies and some unknown monsters surrounding her unconscious body, manipulating her soft flesh like dolls on the dry, muddy ground, indulging their bestial lust. Grabbing her and putting her down, flipping her over and over, posing her in various positions, playing with every part, stuffing every possible opening, filling every possible hole, her flesh undulating, semen flowing freely—using every imaginable method of humiliation, trying countless unthinkable acts of torture. How many were on stage at once? How long did each round last?

In some situations, a vivid imagination is the greatest torment.

Claire was trapped in a world of failure and helplessness. She held her head in her hands, her fingers running through her hair. Yet the increasing amount of semen accumulating in her hair continued to push her into an abyss of misery. Her thoughts seemed to mock her, playing out an imagined sadomasochistic film in which she was the protagonist, being violated by monsters as much as possible. Claire couldn't stop, constantly thinking about the possible atrocities that might have occurred, hoping that the monsters hadn't released semen inside her, though she couldn't convince herself to believe it.

She looked at the ground where she had just been lying, covered in messy footprints, layered upon layer. Upon closer inspection, Claire saw one or two small footprints, and after following them a few steps, she realized they were paw prints left by dogs. Her imagination once again conjured up some even more horrific experiences that might have happened.

Her clothes were reduced to shreds; wherever she went, she would be naked. Approaching the wall of the cemetery, Claire slowly sat down against it. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, on the pebbles and shards of glass, her empty gaze unfocused. A gentle breeze swept through the surroundings; Claire was the only living thing she could sense.

Goosebumps rose on her naked body. The corpses of the zombies lying nearby remained unresponsive.

She cowered, trembling. A tear slid down her cheek. She cupped her hands to cover her face, leaving only unresolved thoughts, no memories.

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