Resident Primevil Urges

Chapter 18: It’s Laboratory! Not Labratory!
Jill’s log
After paying our respects to Enrico, the two of us exited the small room and entered the next corridor of the cave. Neither of us were dressed anymore and the damp chill of the cavern made us both shiver, but there was nothing that either of us could do about it. I still had my Samurai Edge and the magnum strapped to Enrico’s gun belt and Rebecca managed to fashion a bag out of her med kit and a few scraps of clothing, so we were, at least, prepared for the worst. At least, I hope we are. We ran into a few more of those reptile things, fucking them to death like the ones in the mansion. Neither of us really cared anymore. If they wanted to die like that…then it’s their prerogative to die like that. I will say this though; of all the creatures that we’ve run into, I like the feeling of the bumpy green cocks sliding in and out of me the most. Even better than the giant snake.

After the reptiles crumbled into dust, Rebecca and I kissed each other for a few minutes to regain our strength before continuing onward. That’s right; us kissing did not lead to fucking this time! That means one of two things. We’re getting used to the S-virus…or we’ve reached a plateau in the infection and need to get higher in order to become sex-crazed maniacs again. After a short while we found ourselves in an area that looked like a roundabout. We met up with Barry there…and boy, was he surprised to see us. Or should I say, he was surprised to see this much of us. We were completely unashamed about our nakedness too, which seemed to make him uncomfortable. I thought it was cute. We told him about Enrico and I thought that I saw his face actually darken for a second. It’s not all that surprising. Barry and Enrico were best friends before they even joined S.T.A.R.S. He told us to be careful before running off. I was a little put off by the suddenness of his departure, but I shrugged and was about to look for an exit when we heard Barry cry out from down the corridor. We tore down the hall, and saw Barry about to get mauled to death by a reptile thing. I didn’t even blink, I just grabbed the magnum and fired at it, blowing it’s head off with one shot. Barry thanked me as he got up and gave me a picture of his wife and kids. He said that if he didn’t make it, if I would look after them for him. I agreed even though I joked with him about how if any of us would survive it would probably be him. He didn’t laugh or even smile. He just looked sad and walked away. Rebecca and I exchanged glances before following him. We ran through the door that he had just used, but when we entered the room…he wasn’t there. It was really weird.

There were lots of giant cockroaches around…and when I say giant, I mean they were the size of rats…not big enough to be a problem. We headed left first, entering the closer door, and finding a small table that had another crank on it. I gave it to Rebecca and snatched the key that I saw on a hook on the wall. We exited the small room and tried the other way. The door was locked so I used the key I had just found. The key snapped in two after it unlocked the door, so I sincerely hoped that we wouldn’t need it again. We found ourselves in another hallway with a boulder. I took one look at it, turned around and made a break for the door, but Rebecca dragged me back. We looked around, and saw that there was no safe place to hide if we made the boulder roll this time. Rebecca checked the wall and found a hole that the crank that we had found would fit in, so she put the crank in and turned it. To our surprise, a whole section of hallway rotated with it. Rebecca turned the crank enough so that the hallway was now upside down from what it had been before and there was now a decent sized gap in the wall that we could hide in after activating the boulder. I steeled myself for another mad dash as I walked up to the rock. I got right up to it, turned, and took a step forward. As soon as I heard the click I ran like mad back to the safe spot. The boulder rolled past us and smashed to pieces against the far wall. This time the boulder had been blocking a ladder that went up to the surface. There was a bitter cold wind outside, that gave us both goose bumps, but neither of us shivered. We were far too intent on escape now. We found a fountain that had two indentations on either side of it. Rebecca gave me the wolf crest before running to the opposite side of the fountain and placing the eagle crest in place. I did the same with the wolf crest and stepped back when I heard a whirring noise emanate from the fountain. All of the water drained from it as the bottom slid open, revealing a small elevator that went down into blackness. Rebecca and I quickly climbed onboard and pressed the down button, prepared for the worst. We held each other as we descended, possibly to our doom.

(Okay, now you’re just being melodramatic!)

Artistic license! Anyway, that’s how it felt at the time! You can’t tell me you didn’t have any feelings of dread at all!

(Yes I could…It’d be a lie though…)

There, you see? It was just darkness until we hit bottom. When we did, the lights suddenly came on and we found ourselves in what looked like a dingy storeroom. There were boxes piled up everywhere and the only other exit was a ladder going further downward. We took the ladder and found ourselves in what was obviously a lab of some sort. There was even a computer terminal right next to the ladder…but we couldn’t do anything with it. A zombie was shuffling up to us, but we could tell that it was dying already. It’s clothes had already turned to dust, and the zombie itself was really nothing more than a drying husk. I shoved it aside, causing it to explode into a cloud of dust upon contact with the wall. I expected to find more of these poor bastards down here and told Rebecca to watch for them. A short, painless death was always better than a slow rotting one. We searched the area and only found stairs going down, so we took them, knocking zombies into oblivion along the way. I was uncertain of what we were going to be able to accomplish in this area, but Rebecca was more in her element, so I let her take charge of the situation.

(Let me, my ass! You really had no choice!)

Grrr…alright, fine! Anyway, we headed down the corridor that ended up looping around in a big circle, making sure the place was clear of zombies before entering any of the doors. When we finally did enter one, we ended up in what looked like the autopsy room. The operating tables looked like they had been used recently, but they were empty so Rebecca and I just started to look around the room. There were some crates scattered around the room and a surprisingly large air vent up by the ceiling, but nothing of interest was in the room, so we left and tried the next room over. The door was locked and there didn’t seem to be any way of finding a key, but then I remembered that the air vent lead into the room that we couldn’t enter. I decided that it would be easier to just go that way than bother trying to find a key. Rebecca wasn’t so sure about that, but she agreed in the long run. Unfortunately, neither of us was tall enough to reach the vent. So, I grabbed one of the crates and moved it over to the vent. Rebecca grabbed the other one and was walking over with it when I heard a click. I looked over at Rebecca who was standing stock still and looking down at her feet. She looked up at me with a sheepish grin on her face before we both looked at the door to the room that closed and locked itself. We looked at each other and held our breath…but nothing else seemed to happen. It wasn’t until Rebecca had placed the second crate on top of the first that I noticed the odd smell in the air. I knew the smell from before. It was gas again. I tried to push Rebecca up the crates, but we were both already getting woozy from the fumes and passed out shortly afterwards. I woke up to find myself strapped to one of the autopsy tables. I looked around wildly and saw Rebecca strapped to the other one. She was still out so she didn’t see the zombies shuffle up to us. I wasn’t exactly pleased with the current situation, but there was really nothing to be done about it. I struggled a little regardless, and tried to wake up Rebecca. She slowly opened her eyes, but didn’t seem at all concerned with what was going on. Personally, I didn’t like the look of the implements that they were rolling our way. A huge vacuum was being rolled up to Rebecca while a large multi-headed dildo was being rolled up to me. The vacuum was turned on right before it was shoved into Rebecca’s pussy. She gasped as the vacuum’s nozzle and tube were shoved deeper and deeper into her…I can’t possibly imagine how it must have felt.

(Uh…)

What?

(Nothing…just get on with it…)

Anyway, I stared in amazement as the hose just kept being shoved further into her. And the suction of the vacuum had to have been creating such intense pressure inside of her. But all of my thoughts of Rebecca went out the window when I felt the first pressure of the dildo enter me. It wasn’t as long as the vacuum hose…but it was thick. As thick as my fist. It shoved it’s way into me and just rotated back and forth. I was in heaven again as I just laid my head back and let the machine do it’s thing. Rebecca was following suit and the two of us just lay there, gasping and moaning under the intense ministrations of the machines. I had to have cum about five times before I passed out again. This time, when I woke up I was laying on the floor. I looked around and saw Rebecca laying next to me. Oddly enough, her hand was in her pussy. Now that I think about it, I’m still curious about that. What happened?

(I think it’s pretty obvious. We were subject to a hallucinogen, i.e. the gas, which caused us to pass out and dream. Since the gas was also an aphrodisiac, we had to have some sort of sexual stimulation during the dream to explain why we were playing with ourselves the whole time. The reason that dildo was the size of your fist is because it was your fist. You fist fucked yourself in your drug-induced slumber. Personally, I saw you being fucked by one of those reptile things, while I was finger-fucked by another. I’m surprised you didn’t realize it yourself.)

… … … Well…uh…I guess…that’s…well damn! And this is the second time I’ve been gassed too and I didn’t notice… Some training I’ve had. Regardless, after getting ourselves together we climbed up the crates and crawled into the air vent. I wasn’t sure where it would lead, but I wasn’t all that surprised to find that it led to the morgue. There was an MO disc on the mortician’s desk, so we put it in Rebecca’s bag and checked the rest of the room. Other than rotting corpses, not the moving kind, we didn’t find much, just a disc full of slides that we took just in case. We unlocked the door before leaving, just in case we needed to go back. Turning we headed into the next doorway we came across. This lead to a small hallway with two doors; one to the side and one at the end. The one on the end was locked and needed three MO discs to open it. We inserted the first one and headed into the other door, which lead to an examination room. The room held another MO disc as well as a couple of X-rays and a computer terminal. We checked out the computer and it asked us for a user name and password. We didn’t have either, so we headed out…but just on a whim I put the x-ray’s up on the wall and turned off the lights. There was a code hiding there in plain site. I quickly wrote it down and held on to it for later use. We just put in the second MO disc and will go looking for the third one after I finish this report. I have no idea what’ll be behind that door, but we’ve got to find out. Jill out.

Wesker’s log
Damn…Spencer is one whacked out guy to booby trap the autopsy room. But, he’s paying my salary, so I won’t complain about it too much. Those two should be down here any time now. I wonder how they’d react if they made it to the elevator and the power went out? Heh…I think that’d be amusing. Seeing them go up against the Chimeras. We’ll see…but I don’t like how close they are to releasing Chris. If they get him out, it could be trouble. I should have just killed him. Ah well, hindsight is always twenty-twenty. Wesker Out.