Resident Primevil Urges

Chapter 2: For those who felt the first chapter was a letdown
Jill’s Log
It happened. It really happened. There was nothing I could do to stop it…and I loved every fucking minute of it! I had gone back to check out those locked rooms from before, being very careful not to run into anymore zombies. I needed to conserve my ammo after all. I made short work of the lock on the closest door, and went down to try and unlock the other one which had a lock that I’d never seen before with a strange symbol on it. I couldn’t even begin to try opening that one so I just went back to the first door and opened it. I went through and looked at another long hallway with a door on the left and a turn on the right. The hall ended with a turn in both directions. I decided to try the door, so I walked up to it and, finding it to be locked, got out my lock-pick set. Unfortunately, I was so focused on opening the door that I didn’t hear the zombie walking up behind me. I had just unlocked the door when I noticed the shadow behind me. I whirled around just as the zombie pinned my shoulders to the door and started to kiss me. His tongue entered my mouth as I attempted to scream, and suddenly I started to feel like I didn’t want to fight it anymore. But then, my hand touched the doorknob and I found myself quickly opening the door and pushing the zombie off me. I took the opportunity to dive into the room and close the door behind me, hoping that it was too stupid to be able to open doors.

I took out my gun and trained it on the door just in case, but a minute passed and nothing happened, so I started to look around the room. I found what looked like a journal of one of the people who lived at the mansion. It was pretty recent too. The thing is, this mansion was supposed to have been abandoned years ago. I checked the last few entries but none of them made very much sense. It seemed like there was a chemical spill in the mansion, but there’s no record of there ever being a lab here. But what was really weird was how the spill affected people. The guy who wrote the journal appeared to gain a voracious sexual appetite and got really angry when there were other guys around. He even killed his friend who he’d been playing cards with a week before! This was nuts. It had to be a novel or story someone was writing. Just as I was finishing the book, I heard the door start to open. I whirled around and pointed my gun at the door, ready to blast the intruder, when the closet to my right burst open and another zombie charged at me. I tried to swing around and fire at the new zombie, but I slipped and must have banged my head against the desk because I blacked out.

I woke up with a horrific throbbing pain in the back of my head, but my hips were feeling so good. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I thought that I was just waking up from a wet dream and pumped my hips a little before reaching down to play with myself. At least, that was the idea. My mind snapped to attention when I realized that I couldn’t move my arms. I was lying on a four-poster bed, completely bound. My arms were tied to the top two posts and my legs to the other two. I was also naked again and starting to feel like this would be something that would happen a lot during the night. I looked around and saw that there were two zombies in the room with me. One was sitting on the bed and looking at me, stroking my hair like a lover and the other was kneeling in front of my crotch and playing with my pussy which is what was making me feel good. The zombie that was playing with my hair noticed that I was awake and leaned in and kissed me deeply as it moved it’s hands from my hair to my breasts. It’s massaging techniques were something to be studied as I started to moan as soon as it started. The zombie at my crotch stopped fingering my pussy and started to lick it, and was doing a damn good job too. If these two had still been alive I would have been in heaven, too bad it was a scene from hell. But I didn’t really care what it looked like. These two were so good that I probably would have just laid there even without the restraints. Admittedly, because the restraints were there I instinctually struggled to get free. I hate being held against my will. Apparently, the two zombies enjoyed my futile struggling because it just seemed to make them both hard. Both of them got off me at the same time and I looked down at them both. They had nice packages. About the same size as the one from the previous encounter. One of them slowly climbed onto the bed and sat on my chest, making it quite clear that it wanted me to give it a blowjob, while the other started to cut me loose. I still wasn’t very sure about the idea and hesitated causing the one to stop the other from untying me. It looked down at me curiously before shrugging and grabbing my head, slowly guiding it’s cock into my mouth anyway. It then pointed at the other one, who took that as a cue to go back to licking my pussy, which it did with relish.

I was never very good at giving head, even to guys that I liked, but this thing didn’t give me much choice in the matter. It calmly thrust itself in and out of my mouth while indicating what it wanted me to do. It started whirling it’s tongue around, so I did the same, getting into it as I became more aroused by the one at my pussy. Before too long, I was giving the zombie head without any help from it, and enjoying myself too. I had never understood what women got from a blowjob, but I was having fun pleasing this zombie. The one at my pussy started sticking it’s tongue inside me rhythmically causing me to come. I screamed out when I came, which must have caused something good to happen to the cock in my mouth, cause as soon as I did, the zombie came too, shooting it’s cum down my throat. I eagerly swallowed it, partially because I wanted too, partially because it would have gone down my windpipe if I hadn’t. I was panting heavily as the one zombie got off of me and the other one stood up. I was expecting to have to give the other one a blowjob as well, so I was a little surprised when it climbed on the bed and I felt it’s cock head rub up against my pussy. I watched with a mixture of fascination and dread as the zombie slowly rubbed it’s cock up and down my slit, making it slick and lubricated with my own juices. I knew that if I didn’t get out of there right then and there, there would be no turning back and no going back to how things were before I came to this building, but even if I had wanted to escape I couldn’t. The ropes were too thick, and I wasn’t at full strength because of my recent orgasm. So all I could do was watch helplessly as the zombie slowly pushed it’s way into me, going all the way in to the hilt with one slow thrust.

God, it felt good. I slowly laid my head back as the zombie laid on top of me and started to fuck me. It was surprisingly gentle for a creature that was legendary for being a brainless murderer of humans. My body shuddered as the zombie caressed my breasts while thrusting into me, and I had a hard time keeping my wits about me. My hips started moving with the thrusts of the zombie as I started to fuck right back. If my hands and legs had been free they would have wrapped around the zombie just so I could have pulled it in even more. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, even as the two of us moved our heads together and started to kiss. As our lips touched, I came. It was like lightning was surging through my body, and I had to have spasmed horribly, because when I came down, my wrists hurt something fierce. But the zombie was still calmly thrusting into me like nothing had happened. To say I was shocked would be an understatement, but I didn’t mind all that much and slowly went back to thrusting my hips up to meet it’s. Admittedly, my thrusts weren’t as strong as it’s were because I was getting tired, but I felt if this thing could go for more, than so could I. It wasn’t long before I came again, but this time I clamped down on the cock with all my might to make the zombie come too. So, imagine my surprise, when I came down again to a zombie calmly thrusting into me. I tried it again, and thrust back at the zombie, giving as much as I was given, or, at least, trying to, but came soon after I started. This guy was too good and had too much stamina for it’s own good. I couldn’t take it anymore and fell into a light swoon. I was still barely conscious, but I couldn’t move. The zombie kept thrusting into me for what must have been a half and hour, making me cum five more times before it finally came inside me. At that point, I was too tired to even think about whether it had gotten me pregnant or not, and hoped that these two would just leave me alone now. It was not to be though, because even as I lay there panting, the other one climbed on top of me and inserted itself as well, causing me to gasp. I felt so tired as it thrust into me that I couldn’t even thrust back at it. But my inability to move came with a nice bonus. While the one zombie was fucking my brains out, the other one went around and untied me. I was finally free from my restraints, and if I hadn’t been so tired I really would have wrapped my arms and legs around the zombie. But, there’s no use crying over spilt zombie cum, is there?

Did I actually just say that? Oh god, I must be losing it. I’ve got to get out of this mansion, and soon. Anyway, as I was saying, the zombie was the same one that had gotten me to give it a blowjob, so I thought I was safe with a normal stamina zombie. Boy, was I wrong! This one lasted almost 45 minutes before it came in me. To say I was tired at that point was an understatement. I was on the verge of complete physical collapse. But then, something strange happened. After it had come inside me, the zombie bent down and kissed me. That wasn’t so strange, but when it did, I started to feel recharged, like I could go for another round. It was so weird. I had to wonder if these things had a built in defense against killing their mates. While I still felt a little tired, I had enough energy to sit up and look at the two zombies who were sitting on the bed, staring at me. I looked at them both in turn; the one who had just finished fucking me was gently stroking itself, trying to get hard again, while the other one was hard already. I licked my lips and felt one of my hands reach for my pussy while the other one reached for the one zombie’s cock, and helped stroke it. I slowly bent over, with my hand rubbing my pussy, and took the zombie’s soft cock in my mouth, gently licking it, and bobbing my head up and down on it. I didn’t know why I was doing that, but it didn’t matter to me. The fact that I was doing it was enough for me to be happy with it.

The other zombie took advantage of my position as it crawled back onto the bed and entered me from the back. I grinned and moaned in pleasure as the thing fucked me while I played with my clit. The zombie that I was sucking on took it’s opportunity to fondle my breasts some more. I have to admit to something; I love the sounds of sex. The sound of a pussy being fucked, a cock being sucked and the sound of bed springs creaking; they’re all a major turn-on for me. So you have to admit that silent sex partners were perfect for me, as I heard all three of those at the same time, with only my own sporadic, and admittedly muffled, moans breaking the general silence. Before too long, the zombie that I was sucking on got hard enough for it to stick it in me, but the first one wasn’t done yet. I was perfectly happy to keep sucking on it, but the zombie had other ideas. It got up and turned me around, so I was facing the one that was still slowly and rhythmically fucking me. That one grabbed me up and stood up, forcing me to wrap my legs around it or fall. I have to admit that I was a little scared that I would break the thing in two; I have strong leg muscles, after all. The zombie didn’t seem to mind though as it just kept bobbing me up and down on it’s cock like nothing had changed. I was curious about what the other zombie had in mind even though, as I think of it now, I’m kind of embarrassed about my own stupidity. As I had all of my attention on the first zombie, the other one snuck up behind me and slowly pushed it’s way into my ass. I was surprised at first, who wouldn’t be, but it didn’t hurt like I had always been told it would. It felt, weird, but not painful, and was causing a strange sort of pleasure to emanate from me. I was effectively sandwiched between these two zombie’s who were thrusting into me in synch with each other, and I was loving every minute of it. I don’t know how long the three of us were sandwiched together like that, but I lost track of the number of times I came while they just kept pumping away at me. When they finally did cum inside me it sent me over the edge again and the force of my climax made me pass out.

I woke up on the bed, covered by blankets. I looked around but didn’t see any sign of the two zombies. The only indication that anything had happened here was the rope tied to the four posts and the cum stains on the sheets. There was also the slight pain in my pussy and ass from all the use, but that was ignorable. I looked around for my clothes and was surprised to find them neatly folded on the desk that had the journal. I slowly climbed out of the bed and walked to my clothes, noticing with some distress that my underwear was gone. It didn’t really bug me, but it kind of creeped me out that there were two zombies in the mansion that were handling my unmentionables. And they were probably showing them off to all the other zombies in the mansion too. Oh god! That means all of the zombies in the mansion are gonna be looking for me from now on. Now that I think about it, I should keep moving. I don’t want to be caught off guard again. No matter how much I enjoyed that fucking, I’ve got a job to do and that comes first. I’ve got to get out of here, preferably with everyone else. There are two doors on the other side of the stairs in the main entrance hall. I’ll check them and see where they…someone’s coming… Jill out.

Wesker’ Log
Oh boy. She got all hot and heavy with those two. I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting the prim and proper Miss Jill Valentine to get with the program so quickly. I was hoping for more struggling and screaming. However, I’m getting a lot of good data from her encounters, so I’ll leave it be for now. Maybe I can find a nice nun to throw to these monsters after I get out of here. That’ll be a lot of fun. Better take her virginity myself first though. Whatever. Jill’s not a virgin so it’s nothing to worry about right…wait…who’s that?! Camera four, zoom in! Well, as I live and breathe! It’s Rebecca Chambers! So, she survived the facility explosion and made it to the mansion unharmed. And she looks like she just got done with a zombie. I’m gonna have to check that out. She just turned eighteen, so it should be okay. That’s right, I may be a jerk, a backstabber and a pervert…but I’m not a pedophile! From what I saw of her and that other guy back at the facility, she managed to keep from getting infected…so she must have still been a virgin before coming her. How did she manage to survive? I’ll have to review the tape while Jill’s making out her report. This is going to be highly educational. Wesker out!


*Jackalman, thanks for the review. Yes, I know how to format...I just don't know how to doublecheck things. I didn't realize that all of my 'tab's had been taken out when I transferred the story over. As for the characterizations and way the story's written...*shrug* I wrote the story over two years ago and ain't changing it now. I just hope you like my other stuff. Thanks again*