Mind Control

**RE5 Spoilers**

"I'll take cake of Jill, you handle Wesker." Sheva shouted to her partner Chris.

Sheva had been helping Chris track down any clues about his supposedly dead partner Jill, but now the answer was attacking them without any form of explanation. There had been some shouting, some gun fire, and a blur of hand to hand combat, but all Sheva knew for sure was that Chris' old partners were trying to kill them.

Sheva knew there was no way Chris would be able to pull the trigger on his old partner, so if it had to be done, Sheva would take on that burden on herself. She raced down the torchlight corridors, trying to block out the sounds of the firefight taking place on the main floor. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, but her training made her alert, ready for whatever tactics Jill might try and pull.

But as she rounded the next corner, there Jill was, standing out in the open, fearless, mindless. A hail of bullets rushed through the air and perforated the stone wall by her head. Sheva tucked herself back around the corner, her heart pounding over the thuds of impacting rounds. She waited for what felt like an eternity, waiting for a long enough break in the fire to pop out and put a stop to this deadly game. When the deafening crack of automatic gunfire finally broke, Sheva ducked around the corner, saw Jill, took aim and fired. The first round was high, crashing in to a ceramic vase and spilling shards all over the floor. Her second round went lower, inching so closer to Jill's head that it's wake made her blond hair rustle as if tossed by a gentle breeze.

The strange thing was, Jill made no move to evade the deadly attack, in fact, she made no move at all. She hardly blinked as deadly steel nearly took her life. All she did was raise her machine pistol towards Sheva's chest and pulled the trigger. A blinding flash burst from Jill's barrel and a searing hot pain ripped through Sheva's shoulder. Sheva ducked back behind the wall again, clutching her wound, hoping it wasn't too bad. It didn't feel life threatening, but her collar bone had been shatter, rendering her right arm useless. It was a good thing she was left handed.

Hoping a sudden rush would catch her attacker off guard, Sheva rolled around the corner one last time, aiming her weapon but finding no target. She looked around franticly, the throbbing pain in her shoulder making it hard to focus. She saw a rush of color above her and felt a crushing pain in her shoulders again. Jill's knees were wrapped around her head and she was spinning to the ground, shattering her shoulder further. Hearing the clatter of her side arm falling out of her grip, Sheva reached for her knife, but Jill was just too fast.

This was it. Sheva tried to remember the smiling faces of loved ones to try and block out the fear of her coming death. There was a sharp pain in her neck, followed by a cold burning sensation, then dark nothingness.


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Sheva stirred, feeling more hung over than the morning after she had made it in to the BSAA. Sudden flashes of the battle that should have ended her life rushed through Sheva's mind and she tore her eyes open and sat up, finding herself in a in brightly light room. The room was sterile white, empty except the bed she was on, and had a cold heartless feel to it, like she was an alien about to be autopsied. She got up, looking for and exit, but the only door had no handle. She wasn't sure what direction it opened, but she wasn't going to just going to sit there waiting all day. She gathered what little strength she had left and kicked the door as hard as she could. It didn't budge. She gathered herself and gave it another firm kick, this time denting it slightly. Then to her surprise, it opened, and two dark figures stepped through.

"Well well, look whose finally awake." The voice of a mad man called out from the larger silhouette.

"Where's Chris!" Sheva spat.

"Chris?" The voice laughed. "It seems like he has evaded death once again. But you my dead, it looks like you'll be following in the footsteps of Chris' old partner."

The smaller silhouette stepped in to view, revealing Jill wearing nothing but the spider like device on her chest. She looked battered and bruised, but stood there with emotionless determination. Wesker's form came in to view as he handed Jill a copy of the devise on her chest.

"You know what to do." Wesker said, leaving the room with a swish of his jacket.

Sheva raised her hands to defend herself but again, Jill was too fast for her. With unbelievable strength, Jill threw her across the room, sending her crashing in a heap by the bed. Sheva rolled to her feet, but Jill was there pushing her up against the bed. Panic rushed through Sheva's mind as her the cold naked flesh of her assailant pressed up angst her. Sheva struggled but her broken shoulder made it hard to get any leverage against Jill. She felt sickening dread seeping through her bones as Jill tore her shirt open and jammed the device in her chest.

Sheva waited and waited for something to happen, but all she felt was a sharp pain and a strange tingling in her chest. As far as she could tell, she was still under her own free will. She grabbed at the device but before she could try and remove it, Jill was lifting her up and dropping her down on the bed. She tried to move, but Jill was tearing at her belt, yanking her pants off painfully. Sheva struggled and kicked but Jill still didn't respond to any sorts of pain. Then Sheva saw something that made her stop dead in her tracks.

A strange slimy substance was dripping from between Jill's legs. Jill was shivering as more and more poured out of her until the liquid like substance grew thick like ropes of pulsating black tentacles. Shock petrified Sheva as she realized what it was, Uroboros. When Jill finally opened her eyes, she had two foot long length of squirming and churning tentacles, making up a strange living phallus. The thing was huge and never stopped moving, and Sheva trembled in horror as she realized where it was headed. She tried to struggle as Jill positioned herself between her legs, but something in her mind was telling her to accept it. She wasn't sure why, but her legs were slowly opening against her will.

Jill's squirming cock teased the entrance of Sheva's vagina, individual tentacles dipping inside of her like many different fingers. Sheva begged her body to reject them, to fight back, but something in her mind said it was alright. Her mind was still her own, but her body wasn't responding to her commands. She wasn't even able to scream as the sudden mass of pulsating tentacles flooded in to her body, filling her pussy with their throbbing thickness. Sheva was expecting pain but only felt an overwhelming pressure as more and more of the squirming length was forced in to her, filling every nook and cranny of her inner most sanctum. She felt them inching deeper and deeper, pushing and teasing their way past her cervix and wiggling their way in to her uterus.

A wave of nausea washed over her and she felt every nerve in her body burn with unknown sensations as Jill started to thrust her hips up against Sheva's pelvis, filling her over and over. A second set of tentacle separated from the main shaft and flooded in to Sheva's ass, squirming their way deep in to her bowels. Inch after throbbing inch pumped and churned deep within her body, filling her to the point that she could see them moving under her skin.

From what felt like miles away, Sheva heard Jill grunt, not in pleasure, but in effort. She saw the blonde’s eyes shut tight and felt the tangle of tentacles throb in unison, swelling painfully in her crowded holes. She felt them pulse and pump, a sudden wet sensation flooding in to her abdomen. Each wiggling length fought to be the deepest one as they continued to pump out jets of sticky cum. Then Jill's grunts got louder and more ragged as huge budges traveled down the lengths of her many cocks, implanting egg like embryos of the virus deep in to Sheva's body.

Jill's many cocks fell out of Sheva's body along with a torrent of cum as she pulled back and allowed the still twitching tentacles to slither back up in to her own vagina. Sheva felt sick and wished she could do something about the parasites deep in her womb, but her body still wouldn't move. One by one she felt the embryos hatching and wiggling to life, spreading in to her blood stream and traveling through her body. Her body twitched and writhed in pain as she felt them pushing up in to her brain. Her last conscious thought being that she hated her body for betraying her by enjoying it so much.

End

Author’s notes

First - Yes, I know Jill wasn’t infected.

Second – This isn’t my best work, actually it might be one of the worst. But after nearly a month of trying to write such a short story, I’m just glad to be done. Hopefully it’s not as bad as I think it is, and if just one person enjoys reading it, then it was worth all of the trouble.

Lastly, thanks for reading.