The Sound of Music: Plagas orchestra

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Parings: Krauser/Bella Sisters (M/F/F, incest, oral)

Written by: ~CrimsonBelladonna

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Krauser roamed the halls, still in a daze from his recent sexual escapade. He had just fucked two of the most beautiful, albeit antagonizing, women he had ever met. How much more luck would befall him this night?

“There he is! Krauser! Stop right there!”

Seems his good fortune just vanished. Krauser rolled his eyes heavenward before turning and taking a knee. Salazar and his two tag-a-longs again; exactly what he needed to get rid of his post-sexual bliss. “Yes sir?” Teeth clenched, Krauser thought of everything else he would have rather called the little bastard, but knew his mission depended on acting like the perfect, plaga-controlled slave.

Waddling over (and still no where near Krauser’s height, despite the fact that the man was kneeling) the shrimp Castle master glared at his subordinate. “I have been looking everywhere for you! Lord Saddler has given me specific orders of what you need to do. Why are you wandering around my home?”

“Forgive me, sir…I know there are intruders on the premises, and I was hoping to lend my services,” Krauser grumbled deeply, keeping his eyes glued to the floor lest he look up and laugh at the knee-high villain.

Waving his hand impatiently, Salazar turned around. “I don’t care! You are to go down to Pueblo. There’s been a disturbance, and I want it dealt with before it reaches my castle!”

“I was under the impression that the castle had already been infiltrated, sir.”

Salazar did a dance of rage, feet stamping angrily as his tirade ensued. “How dare you insinuate that I am allowing those despicable ants to crawl around my home! Take care of them! Now!”

Salazar turned, storming off back to his inner sanctum. The two Verdugos hissed menacingly at the American before quickly returning to their pint sized master’s side. Krauser waited until they had turned the corner to roll his eyes. The midget wasn’t a problem to deal with, but those two creatures certainly were. Their speed matched his, and their tails provided the ability to strike from a distance and withdraw. Even with his augmentations and years of survival training, he didn’t relish the idea of taking them both on at once.

The rain that started at dusk had now ceased its torrents. Krauser was thankful of that, not relishing the idea of getting drenched on his journey to visit the sisters. Even though he knew the ganados would keep their distance from him, as ordered by Saddler himself, the commando wasn’t going to take his chances. Any good solider knew that no matter strength of the individual, sheer numbers could bring down a target in the end. If there was one Ganado around, there were sure to be at least six more lurking in the shadows. Krauser allowed himself the closeness of recognition, able to hear their raspy mutters, but otherwise remained apart from them as he continued his way from the castle path to the village.

Having failed in securing the quarry, the Bellas had been ordered back to the village in case any more unwanted visitors decided to drop by. Krauser kicked a rusty bear trap out of his path as he wound his way down to the village common. The church stood ominously behind him, such a drastic change from what a house of worship should inspire. Embers still burning in the bonfire in the center of the village, Krauser cocked his head and examined the remains of what looked to be a man. The conflagration had consumed him, a ‘worthy’ sacrifice for one who dared to enter the territory of the plaga infected Pueblo.

Not even a crow’s call floated on the evening breeze. Had the sister’s been patrolling as ordered, Krauser knew he should have heard something. But no, he heard no shuffling feet churning up the muddy paths, no revving of the chainsaws the two women were so found of using. Pulling his knife slowly from its sheath, Krauser carefully stepped away from the smoldering site and resumed his exploration. Perhaps the two had gone further down the path? It was worth a shot.

Quite suddenly, the familiar buzz of what could only be a chainsaw sliced through the night. Much to Krauser’s utter horror, his plaga began humming its tune of arousal. “Just great….Last thing I need right now is a boner.” Forcing his rational mind to overrule the plaga, the American soldier darted over to the once boarded up barn and threw open the doors.

Krauser watched the two women warily, aware of the lethal chainsaws thrumming sadistically in their hands. He had heard the stories, seen the pictures. Before Saddler’s take over, the Bella sisters had been famed for their beauty. Both were said to have flawless skin, unblemished unlike the other working females of the village. Neither ever tied back their golden brown tresses in the low class bonnets of the common, demure wives and daughters of the farmers. Instead, they flaunted their alluring features and blatant sexuality, unafraid of the rumors that spread about their illicit sexual fervor. Unabashed were they when it came to their love life. Krauser had even heard tales that the sisters indulged in incestuous Sapphic romance when no man was able to satisfy them.

Their beauty was only surpassed only by their viciousness. Any woman who dared to speak out against the sirens was beaten, mutilated, but seldom killed. Men who refused them became sexually useless to any woman. It seemed that the rumors were true; once the plaga took full control over its host, that person’s inner being was reflected. The two murderous sisters were as hideous as their personalities, and now, they had the power in which to kill anyone who stood in their way.

The sight of carnage in the barn threw even his stomach into turmoil. The Bella Sisters stood over the decapitated corpses of two men, both of their dresses opened in the front to expose their breasts. The one in blue’s skirt bottoms were still hiked up, showing off parts of her body Krauser never wanted to see on a woman like her. Eyes trailing down to the unfortunate men, he held no beliefs that their last moments were happy ones. Sure, most men described their desire to die happy after being fucked, but fantasies like that involved supermodels and other drop dead gorgeous women. Krauser winced, noting the chains that had held the men down. As if in celebration of their domination, the Bellas were locked in what could only be described as the most disgusting kiss he had ever seen in his entire life.

Although he knew better than to break up the incestuous scene, Krauser part of him becoming nauseated, on the other hand, his plaga crooned its pleasure and sent a rush of blood coursing through his dick. “Hey, Bella Bitches!”

The two turned their bandage-wrapped faces to him before giving their shrill war cries and charging. It mattered not that their flabby and half decayed bodies were exposed. Spilling fresh blood on their naked skin would most likely send the sisters into an even more twisted state of lust. Krauser remained calm, closing his eyes and allowing his plaga to call them off. “I’ve got some orders from that shrimp and Lord Saddler.” The two sisters exchanged looks, then lowered their chainsaws. “Good…It seems there’s been some activity…intruders in the surrounding area. You are to kill any who trespass…but then again, I guess you know that already.”

The sister in the orange nodded, lowering her weapon. The smaller one in blue did likewise, her mouth still gaping open. Bulging and straining against his slacks, Krauser’s plaga began sending signals to his brain about all the wonderful things an open mouth like that was capable of. Giving what sounded like a raspy laugh, the larger Bella nodded toward Krauser’s erection. He cursed his plaga, knowing full well that it was practically sending an invitation for the sisters that he was ready to be pleased sexually. Krauser gave a low growl. “Alright…if we’re gonna do that…Get rid of those. And no chains either.”

Exchanging looks, the siblings cast aside their chainsaws and slowly approached him. The one in blue immediately went to her knees, while the other allowed her hands to explore his chest. Krauser turned his head away from her face. “Just get me off…then you two can do as you please.” Busy hands were sliding down his pants even as he spoke. Placing his hand firmly on the older sister’s head, Krauser pushed her down to the ground alongside her sister. “Now…be good little cunts, and blow me. Use those teeth and I’ll knock them down your throat, understand?”

They gave no recognition that they did, but they obeyed flawlessly. One sister constantly sucked and teased the crown of his dick while the other licked at the shaft and down to his balls. Krauser moaned some, unable to hide his pleasure. It wasn’t as fun as forcing Ada to suck him off, but having two mouths pleasuring his sacred rod was a rare treat indeed. Smirking to himself, Krauser made a mental note to get Wesker’s whore and Ashley together again so they could both have a go at him. The thought of the other two women made his dick jump and twitch. No doubt the Bella sisters saw that as a sign of enjoyment.

Switching up, the plaga crazed women allowed the other to take a turn nursing on the head and teasing the hole while the other was awarded shaft duties. Krauser closed his eyes, still imagining Ashley and Ada. His hands rested lightly on their bandage covered heads, their technique in no real need of guidance. Oh how we would have loved to make the bitch in the red dress and America’s little princess suck his dick. Grinning and licking his lips, the brute imagined what it would be like to really fuck their faces, switching from one mouth to the other, slamming his cock so far down their throats they’d gag. Krauser looked back down at the sisters, then once more turned his gazed skyward. He was about to spew his hot jizz everywhere. In his thoughts, he could see his two sex slaves sitting on their knees, mouths wide open, eyes eagerly watching his throbbing dick. Grunting like a beast, Krauser dug his fingers into the nasty, bandage covered scalps of the sisters and pulled them away, cum beginning to shoot outward from his quivering rod.

The two sisters didn’t move until the sticky fluid ceased its emission. When Krauser was through, they exchanged what he took to be some more Sapphic affection. He scoffed low. Not like he cared what the hell they did. Softening cock returning to its placid state and plaga now nothing more than a whisper, the commando knew it was time to go. As his hand went down to his zipper, the sisters turned and hissed venomously. Krauser understood. “Oh…so you two want some more of this, do ya?” They nodded, both reaching out and pawing at him. Krauser took a step back, motioning for them to stand. “I’m not about to fuck you both on the floor. Stand your asses up and bend over so I can take my pick of which hole I want to fuck first.” For two parasite crazed killers, the Bellas obeyed instantly. Krauser chuckled as he felt his arm twitching. “Yeah…just like that…let me get a good look at those asses and pussies…” Flesh instantly melted away to sinew and sharp as razor bone. Giving a grunted battle cry of his own, Krauser took a step back, then impaled the bigger Bella through the back. Her scream of surprised pain lasted only a moment before she died. The smaller sister lunged instinctively lunged for her chainsaw, but was much too slow. Krauser jumped up, mutated arm aimed straight at the bitch’s skull. Unlike her sister, not a single sound escaped her mouth.

Arm slowly returning to normal, Krauser took a deep breath, slowly releasing it. Rotating his arm in place for a moment, he finally zipped up his pants. “Well girls…it’s been a real blast, but I’ve got business to take care of.”