Resident Primevil Urges

Chapter 5: Plants need water…female water…
Rebecca’s Log
I was right about Chris. He had killed all of the zombies that were around the supply room that I had been held up in. Bastard. Whatever. I still managed to have some fun before we met up again, so I’m not too upset with him. After he took off for the upstairs and leaving ‘helpless little me’ down here where he thought he had killed everything, I decided to check out the hallway that I had run through before. I checked out the two rooms that I had passed by earlier; one was an empty bedroom that looked like it had been used very recently and the other just had a stupid looking tiger statue in it. So, I headed back for the crossroads that had sent me to the supply room and turned right this time, heading toward the unknown. The small hallway ended with what, at first, looked like a dead end, but when I got to the end of it, I saw that it looped around and ended with a doorway, just out of sight of the hallway. Shrugging at the odd construction, I opened the door and peaked inside. I was actually blown away by how beautiful the room was. It was like a small tropical garden inside the room. There were gorgeous plants of all varieties growing all over the walls and vines growing out of the small cement fountain in the center of the room. On the other side of the room I saw something shining, so I walked over to investigate. I was just passing the fountain when a slight movement made me stop. I looked over at the fountain, but nothing appeared to have changed. Sensing something was amiss, I decided to fake out whatever was moving and moved a step forward before jumping back. The jump back probably saved my life as one of the vines that were lounging in the fountain whipped out and smacked the ground where I was standing, leaving a wicked dent in the floor. I was uncertain of how to proceed, mostly because I hadn’t thought that there was anything truly dangerous in this place until now. Okay, when I started out I thought everything was dangerous too…but not since the zombie kissed me. I had to wonder why this plant was guarding whatever it was that was shining at the other end of the room. Was it doing it because that’s what it was there for? Or was it just guarding it’s territory? I didn’t feel the need to think about it too much, but I could tell that I would need that object, if only because of the plant’s vehemence that I leave it alone. After all, isn’t that how it always is in zombie movies and horror games? I realize that this is real life, but some things are just universal.

In the end, I figured that whatever had created the zombies must have created the plant too, so I did what I thought was the best idea at the time; I stripped down. That’s right, when faced with a monstrous plant creature that seemed intent on killing anything that got close; I took off my clothes, sat down and started playing with myself. The sounds of my fingers squelching inside my pussy seemed to attract the plant and one of the vines slowly squirmed its way over to me. I slowly reached out to touch the vine, causing it to recoil slightly, but I just held my one hand out as the other one continued rubbing my pussy. The vine hesitated slightly, before moving forward again, slapping my hand away and rubbing itself against my pussy. I smiled as the vine slowly rubbed back and forth along my pussy before slowly pushing it’s way inside me. It went farther than any man was ever meant to go and I groaned as the vine pushed up against my cervix. It seemed perturbed by the blockade and started pushing harder until my tight channel couldn’t hold it back anymore and the vine gained entrance to my womb, causing me to wince slightly. I would have loved to say that it didn’t hurt, but it did, with a hint of pleasure too. It was enough to make me cum though, which I did with relish. The vine was surprised by me clenching down on it suddenly and retreated as fast as it could, taking a lot of my pussy juice with it. The vine slithered back to the fountain and disappeared from my sight for a few seconds.

I was about to give up and press on when all of the vines went berserk. They lashed out and grabbed hold of me, pulling me toward the fountain. I chose not to struggle, hoping that it wasn’t going to hurt me, knowing that if it was, I was screwed. Two vines were around my wrists and two more held my legs and there was one around my waist as I was lifted above the fountain. I was held aloft for what must have been a minute before I felt my legs get pulled apart. I knew what was coming and just closed my eyes and got ready to enjoy myself. I wasn’t disappointed as a vine plunged into my pussy and started thrusting in and out of me at a frenzied pace. I groaned in pleasure as the vine took me forcefully and as another two wrapped themselves around my breasts and started squeezing them. I knew that the plant was going to give me a good time for a long time and part of me wished that Chris could have been there to see how well I took care of myself in this mansion. That didn’t happen and I didn’t care, but just then the vine plunged deep inside me, causing me to come. The vine retreated as I lay back, panting and another vine took it’s place. I have to admit, I was getting confused at how tired I was getting. I was fucked for hours by that zombie and never once felt fatigued, but now I had only come twice and was ready to stop. The vines had other ideas however, as another vine swept up and plunged into my ass, making me squeal and cum immediately. The vine in my pussy took off and was replaced by another one again, which lead me to believe that these things were just trying to make me cum. They weren’t actually fucking me, they were just helping me masturbate. But, it didn’t make any sense. Why would they do that for me?

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The plant was drinking my pussy juice, and the best way of getting it was to make me cum repeatedly. I was lucky to have figured that out since my brain was getting a little fuzzy from too much stimulation and too much exhaustion, but the vines were just getting started and one started toying with my clit; flicking, rubbing and pushing it, causing me to scream. My body was reaching the point where it couldn’t take much more stimulation so when a bigger vine appeared and jammed itself in my mouth, I almost fainted. But the vine in my mouth didn’t start thrusting in me; it just shot a warm fluid down my throat, forcing me to swallow it. I suddenly gained some of my stamina back, and a good thing too because I came right then and if I hadn’t started to feel better, I would have passed out. The vine stayed in my mouth and occasionally shot the warm liquid down my throat while the other vines kept fucking me and drinking my juice. After about an hour of that, the vines slowly put me down on the ground behind the fountain, and let me curl up and fall asleep.

I woke up later to find that the vines had placed my clothes over me to keep me warm. I smiled at the kindness and slowly dressed. I got up and headed out, completely forgetting about the object that had been tempting me the entire time. I had just exited the room when I ran into Chris who was holding a bag of what looked like fertilizer. He gave me a pleasant nod before pushing past me and into the room, shutting the door behind him. I was a little put out by this, to say the least, and entered the room just as I saw him pour the entire contents of the bag into the feeding machine for the fountain. I looked curiously at the bag and saw that it was industrial strength weed killer. I was about to scream at him when he looked over at the fountain and smiled. I looked over, tears threatening to come out, and saw the vines flail around desperately before they slowly withered and died. Chris said that he had tried to come in here before and had been swatted at by the plant but he found the weed killer on the other side of the mansion and ran back here to get rid of the killer plant. He smiled at me and patted my head, apparently thinking he had done a good job. I could have killed him, but I was satisfied to just glower at his back as he walked past the dead plant and grabbed the shining object, which turned out to be a key. It was then that I realized that I could have saved the plant if I had grabbed the key when I had the chance, but I didn’t want to dwell on the past too much.

Well, Chris has decided that it’s just too dangerous for the two of us to be separated anymore, what with all of the deadly monsters he’s had to face off against. Moron. But, he did say something that upset me. Forrest had been pecked to death by giant, mutant crows. That actually did upset me, because I had always liked Forrest. But my brain went immediately to the thought of eventually being fucked by giant mutant crows, causing me to grin internally and forget all about Forrest. I wonder if that makes me an evil person. Well, if he’s gonna stay with me the entire time, I’m going to have to be careful about what I do with these ‘reports’ that I’m making out. He can’t listen to them. These are my memories and a murdering bastard like him doesn’t need to know everything. He’s getting impatient with me because he thinks I’m being meticulous, but I just want to make sure that I can remember this stuff forever. Damn…here he comes… Rebecca out.

Wesker’s log
We never created anything like that plant. I wonder how many other spontaneous mutations have sprung up in this accursed place. Wait…where’s Jill? Dammit! I lost her! Wait…what was that banging sound? She didn’t get herself killed in that trap, did she?! Where is it?! There! No, she’s safe. Looks like Barry saved her ass. Good thing too. She’s a valuable test subject. I’d better get Barry back on task though. He shouldn’t be there now; he should be finding us a way out of this dump. Jill can go have her fun in the painting hall. Well, she will only if she screws up the puzzle there. She’s too smart to be outwitted by something like that. Ah well, maybe some other time. Wesker out.