Resident Primevil Urges

Chapter 1: Let the fun begin
Jill’s Log
Damn that Wesker! I bet he was just standing there watching it happen the whole time! If Barry hadn’t stopped it…! Our S.T.A.R.S. team is stuck in this mansion and we’ve managed to lose half of our team already. Joseph is dead, Brad is AWOL and Chris is missing. Barry and Wesker are searching the mansion for an escape route and Chris, and right now I only know exactly where I am and everyone else is lost! God, that didn’t even make any sense! I’m just a little frazzled from what just happened.

After we arrived at the mansion, we noticed that Chris was missing. Shortly afterwards, we heard some gunshots coming from the room on the left. I volunteered to go check things out, and Barry followed. We entered the room to find it was a huge dining room. I left Barry in the dining room, searching for clues while I left through the only other door into a small hallway. Most of the doors were locked and Barry had my lock pick set. I was about to go back and get it from him when I heard a sound from a small cul-de-sac at the end of the hallway. I expected to find one of the Bravos or maybe Chris, but what I found horrified me. It was Kenneth Sullivan, well, partly at any rate. His mouth was a mess of blood which would have been fine except that his head was nowhere near his body. There was someone bent over his body, and it looked like he was chewing on Kenneth. I gasped which caused the person to turn around and look at me. It was not a pretty sight. The creature looked humanoid but was in an advanced state of decomposition. While I stood in front of it, paralyzed with shock and disgust, it looked me up and down and leered. It was about that time I noticed that the creature, I guess you could call it a zombie, had a raging hard-on; it’s complete and utter lack of pants helped me notice that one. It was big, had to be ten-inches at least and had a nice girth too. It was everything that any woman in her right mind would want. Unfortunately, that part of my mind overcame my self-preservation instinct and I just stood and stared at its cock as it lurched over to me. By the time I realized what a mistake I was making, the thing grabbed my arms and smacked away my gun, sending it flying down the hall and landing noiselessly on the carpet. (Yeah, I realize that a gun landing on a carpet wouldn’t be particularly noiseless, but, then again, do you really want Barry to hear that and come running?-ed.)

The zombie quickly grabbed my beret and stuffed it in my mouth before dragging me back into the cul-de-sac. Still holding both of my hands together with its powerful grip, the zombie found my handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. Quickly pushing Kenneth’s body and head out of the way the zombie then forced me into a sitting position on the floor. I knew what it wanted and I knew I didn’t want it to happen. At least, I thought I knew I didn’t. But just looking at that big cock, that didn’t look even slightly rotted, pointing right at my face got me panting heavily. Actually, now that I think of it, neither its tongue nor its cock had any of the showings of severe decay that the rest of the body showed. The creature slowly knelt down, making sickening cracking noises as its bones protested, and made quick work of my clothes. It ripped my uniform open, sending buttons flying everywhere, and tore my bra off. I could do nothing but squirm and blush as the zombie then proceeded to lick and suck on my breasts. As my breasts were licked and fondled I tried to fight back, by at least kneeing the thing in the crotch, but no matter how much I struggled and fought, I couldn’t escape from it, and the worst part about it was that it was starting to feel good. Really good. I’m not sure what I was more upset over, getting mauled by some monster or the fact that my own body was betraying me like that. Before too long, the fondling stopped and the creature tried to kiss me, but the second the beret was out of my mouth I tried to scream, so the beret went back in my mouth before I could utter more than a small gasp. Not exactly the smartest thing for me to do, but you wouldn’t exactly be calm in that situation either.

The zombie looked frustrated and slightly puzzled but quickly moved me into a lying down position and sat lightly on my stomach. It then smiled as it grabbed my breasts and started rubbing its cock with them. Now I was furious at this degradation and tried desperately to shake it off me. The movement only seemed to make the zombie’s pleasure increase, so I stopped struggling, finally giving in to the humiliation. I just hoped that the creature would be good enough to point that thing some other way when it was done, but I knew it wouldn’t. As it started to rub and pump faster I closed my eyes in preparation for the slimy shower I was bound to have. The zombie took that opportunity to quickly rip the beret from my mouth and shove its cock in instead. I was so caught off guard that I actually started massaging its cock with my tongue for a second before I realized what I was doing. Unfortunately, that was enough for the zombie who quickly thrust deep into my mouth and came down my throat. It was all I could do not to choke on that disgusting substance. I tried to wait until it took its cock out to spit it’s cum out, but it just left it there until I was forced to swallow its vile seed. At first it made me want to throw up, but before too long I started feeling light-headed, with a burning feeling in my stomach. I was so distracted by how my body felt, I didn’t even notice when the zombie ripped my pants open and pulled them down. My mind came back to me as it ripped my panties off. There I was, naked and helpless in front of this thing that was raping me, and all I could think of was getting that big cock inside of me. I still don’t know what the matter with me was, but I had no intention of screaming for help anymore. The zombie seemed to notice this and bent in for another kiss. This time I just closed my eyes and let it happen. As its lips started to brush up against mine, its hand started playing with my other lips causing my eyes to shoot open. Its very touch against my most sensitive areas was erotic, and it really knew how to please a woman.

At this point I was so far gone that if the zombie had uncuffed me, I would have merely wrapped my arms around it and let it have its way with me. It started, tentatively, to stick its tongue in my mouth, and I readily accepted it. Our tongues danced in between our mouths as the zombie rubbed along my pussy lips and pinched my clit. The zombie seemed to know exactly what it had to do to get me off because I was just about to come when it stuck its fingers inside me. If its tongue hadn’t been in my mouth, I would have screamed loud enough to wake the…uh…probably not the best choice of phrases given the circumstances. As it stood, I only moaned loudly into the zombie’s mouth before it broke off our kiss. I was panting heavily as I came down from my orgasm and immediately started my next one as the zombie started to lick my pussy. I bit down on my lip to keep myself from screaming out loud as it gently licked my slit and nibbled on my clit. I was moving from one orgasm straight to the next for what felt like hours. I quickly lost track of how many it gave me before I noticed that it wasn’t licking me anymore. I looked up at it, panting heavily, my cheeks flushed, and my pussy completely ready for it. But, something in the back of my mind was telling me that regardless of how my body felt, I shouldn’t let this go any further. My body told my mind to shut up as I spread my legs to allow the zombie complete entry into myself. I closed my eyes and I felt his weight on me, and he kissed me again, but it didn’t feel right this time. I opened my eyes and realized that I was being raped by a fucking zombie and I was enjoying it! I started struggling again and as I felt it’s cock start to enter my channel I screamed out.
A gunshot rang out and the zombie flew off me. I looked up and saw Barry standing there with his gun still smoking and Wesker standing next to him, grinning at me. My legs were together and covering my chest faster than it takes someone to blink. Barry helped me with my handcuffs while trying desperately not to look at me. It was kind of cute in a demented sort of way. But at least he was trying to be polite…unlike Wesker. He just kept staring at me like he’d never seen a woman before. He had a dopey grin on his face, but for some reason I felt no humor coming from that man. In all truth, he scared me. I was so busy worrying about Wesker that I didn’t even notice that Barry was talking to me. He told me how he and Wesker were in the dining room and heard me scream. That was when they came running. There were a few holes in his story, but I let them slide. I was suddenly very tired, and fell asleep soon afterwards. I woke up in the great hall with Barry watching over me. He said that Wesker had taken off to look for Chris on his own and had ordered me and Barry to do the same. He also said it would be best if we split up and look for Chris, gave me my lock pick set and took off. I looked down at myself; I had a new uniform on. I wondered where they got another uniform for me, but in the end, I didn’t care enough to find out. I had more important things to do, and that’s where I’ll leave off for now. I’m going to go check out those rooms that I couldn’t open before in the hallway that I was attacked in. With any luck I can get out of here without anything else happening. Jill out.

Wesker’s log
She was really getting into that zombie. But, she started fighting it again at the end there. What happened? Was the infection impure? I wonder how she would react if there wasn’t any Barry there to save her. Would she go all the way? Would she even have a choice? Now that she’s infected I can tell that this is going to be very lucrative for me! Wesker out.