Power

Power – Carlos Oliveira

~ 6:17:43 am ~

Carlos was the first to awaken, just as I had planned it. He looked around slowly, as if he were confused. Well, it doesn't take much to confuse him. His eyes suddenly landed on me, sitting in a chair across the room, legs crossed, watching him. Staring at him. He immediately started to panic, pulling at his restraints, trying to scream, but no words came out. Oops. I forgot to take the cloth out of his mouth. Oh well. I asked him if he enjoyed his rest and he shook his head. I stood, smirking and walked slowly over to him, my poor helpless little Carlos, as he pulled against his restraints even more, but he didn't seem to understand that, well, resistance was futile. I ran a finger from his stomach to his collar bone, then up his neck, then to his parted lips. I told him that if he was a good boy, I'd take the cloth out his mouth. 'Will you be a good boy', I asked him. I know, the nerve of me. The fear in his eyes answered my question and I pulled it out. He clamped his mouth shut and I leaned down to place a soft, almost sweet kiss on those lips. He turned his head away, disgusted at me. Did you really think I cared? I snatched his face back to look at me and asked him if he wanted the vice on his head. He "calmly" declined.

Slowly, slowly and ever so gently, I violated him. Soft, wet kisses on that lovely tan skin, running my fingers through his hair, and putting marks on that silky skin of his. Hickeys, I do believe they're called. I sucked his nipples through his thin tank top, rubbed his phallus through his pants and chuckled as it began to stiffen. When I looked into his eyes, I saw tears. I promptly wiped them away.... with my tongue.

Pulling a switchblade from my pocket, I cut his shirt open right up the middle. Tempted, was I to mark his flesh and watch him bleed lightly, but I restrained myself. There will be a time for blood, but that time is not now. I began to suckle and nip at various parts of his neck, collarbone and chest, getting a delicious sounding moan from him when I attacked his peaked nipples. It was very short, and ended as soon as it started, but it was well worth it. Hearing that sound gave my loins a swift tug and I longed to just rape him and spill my seed inside him, but that's not my agenda. Yet.

I ran my tongue around the tasty little bud and gave it a little nip. His back arched at the contact involuntarily, but I, of course, had to make him think that it was all deliberate. I teased him about how his body loves the way I make it feel and therefore he must love it as well. I twisted my words to fit his body movements and soon enough, he was looking away, ashamed, tears running down his cheeks. By this time, I had made my way to the waist band of his sweat pants. I cut them down the side of each leg, then whipped them off. Now, Carlos Oliveira was bare before me, phallus dripping and fully erect. I asked him if he would like me to perform fellatio on him. I didn't get an answer, so I took it as a yes.

He gasped when I ran my tongue up the underside of his member. He tried to move his hips away from me, but, again, it was fruitless. I ran my tongue around the shaft and chuckled to myself as he stared wide eyed at how long it was. What? I can stretch my tongue out to at least three feet. I never do it because, well, I’m no frog nor am I a Licker. Carlos didn’t get the three feet, more like ten inches or so. What can I say? The boy is hung. I tightened my tongue’s grip and began to massage the organ, getting a low moan from the younger man. Carlos’ head fell back and he bit his lip to keep from moaning again. I began sucking on the head while my tongue moved faster and faster, gave him little tight squeezes here and there until he finally exploded into my mouth, his back arched and his mouth open in a silent scream. When he fell back down onto the table -yes, all five of them are secured to tables in my lab – I walked to the head of the table. I leaned over and asked him if he wanted to feel me inside him. He spat in my face and told me to go to hell. I told him too late, we’re already there.

I pulled my own organ out and forced his mouth open. I shoved my phallus into his mouth and he tried to bite down. My skin is much tougher than he thinks. Trying to bite me is like trying to bite a lead pipe. Not going to be pretty. Carlos ceased his actions when my member rubbed against his uvula. He began to gag and tried to move his head away, but I stilled him. I told him that if he began to vomit, I’d make him choke to death on it. He managed to keep it down. Good thing too, because now he has no gag reflex. I began to make him return the favor when I heard a low moan. Luis was waking up. It would still be a while before he would fully awaken, but the fact that he was stirring made Carlos shake. How would these gentlemen react to seeing him with my organ in his mouth? Interesting.

I told him to perform for me or I would wake up Luis and the others and make them watch. Carlos glared at me, nostrils flaring, eyes red and full of tears, but then closed his eyes and performed. I let him suck me until I was close to completion, then I stopped. I moved to the control panel by his table and pushed a button. The bottom half of the table split vertically and moved, spreading his legs open wide. They then formed an angle at the knee. I told him that he looked like he was about to give birth. He said something very vulgar to me in Spanish and I smirked. My foul mouthed Carlos, the cute little Hispanic doll, still trying to be so brave when he’s actually so scared. I moved between his legs and knelt down. I asked him if he felt clean. There was nothing but silence. He was confused. I told him that while the five of them were unconscious, I…. cleansed their bodies.

He cursed at me, called me a motherfucker. Heh. If he only knew…. I slid my tongue inside of him and relished in the moan that slipped past his lips. He hadn’t even noticed it, as he was still calling my out my name with short, soft breaths, moaning along the way. My tongue moved like an aroused snake inside him, turning, wiggling and rolling into little knots. Carlos tried to move his hips towards me, still cursing my very existence, but moaning so beautifully. I withdrew my tongue and stood, licking my lips and softly stroking myself. I got between his legs and smiled at Carlos, whose eyes were glassy and half lidded, hips rocking gently against my body, lips slightly part and still spitting curses. I leaned down to kiss those parted lips and this time, no biting. He actually leaned into the kiss. He’s a good boy, this Carlos. He has a lovely body and a wonderful scent, but he needs to try harder than this if he thinks I’m going to let my guard down and release him. I told him that, and the looks, the moans, and the rocking vanished. He actually snapped at me! The boy tried to bit my nose off. One thrust calmed him quickly.

But he still moans. It seems as though he was only half acting. Well, let’s turn this half act into the real thing. I took him hard, not relenting when he began to cry. I smelled blood and it fueled my lust. Leaning down, I began to suckle on his neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood. Carlos’ screams were worth the wait, as they were more stimulating than his moans. Carlos began to beg me to stop, saying the pain was too much. I kept my pace. For 10 long minutes, I raped him, stroked him, kissed him, and laughed at him. His tears of pain had slowly transformed into tears of pleasure. The cries and pleas for mercy were now cries and pleas for more. He rolled his hips, threw his head back and moaned as he reached his orgasm. Wait. I’m sorry. Did you think I didn’t want them to climax? No no. My wrath doesn’t just deal with physical pain, apparently. The fact that I was able to break them, the fact that I, Albert Wesker, their sworn enemy, a man who they want to kill on sight, was able to make them beg for and reach their climax will be enough to render even the stoic Chris Redfield to a sobbing shell of a man, and that’s what I want.

My tongue slithered down his body to taste his seed and I smiled. Carlos’ eyes were closed and his breath was ragged. I whispered into his ear how wonderful he felt. I told him how good he made me feel and how he’s be a superb toy. It all finally came crashing down on him and he realized what – and who – he was doing. His body trembled and he shut his eye tighter, trying to block the tears that came streaming down his face. I kissed his cheek affectionately, just to rub it in, then, I pulled out, cleaned my poor worn out and torn Spanish doll, and left to shower myself. Ironically enough, I can’t stand having blood on me. It makes me sick to my stomach.

~ 7:48:48 am ~

I pulled a chair up to Luis and stroked his hair, coaxing him to awaken. Carlos was whimpering for some odd reason. I looked up and a new idea came to mind. You see, a sample of an Uroburos spawn had freed itself and was slowly slithering towards Carlos. It wasn’t dying, it wasn't hurt, it was teasing him. I’ll have to note that for later observation. I then realized that it might possibly kill my little doll, so I stood. It leapt onto Carlos and wrapped itself around him, using a few of its small tentacles to penetrate him. It was getting pleasure from Carlos. Interesting. This, I will definitely have to note.

I turned back to Luis and saw that he was now awake and shocked at the sight of Carlos being obviously pleasured by the spawn. I smiled and asked him if he was ready, because I was.

End of Oliveira report

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*An Uroburos spawn, I’m going to say, is the little nasty looking blob of tentacles that the boss in Chapter 6-2 would fire at you after damaging it. They move pretty slow anyway, but they’re capable of hopping and hitting you and swarming all over you in a cheap alien hentai-like fashion. Lol

Next chapter coming soon! R&R ^-^

Wesker: And remember, children, flames will be laughed at, beat up, shot and used to feed Uroburos.