Beauty and the Beast

~Beauty and the Beast~

The beast wasn’t far behind her. She could hear its loud footsteps and heavy breathing getting closer to her. The gate was coming down more rapidly than she thought. She didn’t have much time left! She had to make it or else she would be at the mercy of the raging monster that was chasing her.

“Steve…why did it have to turn like this?” she thought desperately as she was running closer and closer to the still moving gate.

She emitted a cry of surprise when she felt the beast’s axe tearing the back of her red vest. She didn’t have time to care about it when she jumped under the gate and rolled on the other side, just before it shut down with a loud thud.

“I keep getting lucky with closing shutters…” she thought bitterly, half relieved that she got away from her pursuer. But, for how long?

Claire quickly got on her feet and watched with utter sadness Steve…no, the monster who took his body, slamming forcefully its axe against the iron gate. It was grunting heavily and kept glaring at her with those monstrous red eyes. The girl found herself shuddering under its glare. There was so much anger in them…but also something that she didn’t even want to imagine: lust.

She didn’t want to think of what that monster could do to her. If it would end up that way, she would prefer to die decapitated. But things couldn’t be the way she wanted them to be…not in her position. She didn’t have the advantage. The beast did. The gate wouldn’t hold much longer. A minute at most.

All this time, Claire found herself petrified, captivated by the clanking of the axe and the angry groans of the monster. She was brought back to her senses when she noticed that almost all her top was gone. Her red vest and tight black shirt were shredded. Her black bra was the only piece of clothing that was left intact. She then remembered the axe slashing her.

She would have blushed, but it was far from being the moment to. She was locked in a small room with an 8-foot tall green beast ready to kill her. She absolutely had no idea of what to do. Pray so Chris would come and save her? She could do that, but she really doubted that it would work.

The tyrant had almost finished breaking the gate when something exploded right beside Claire. She saw in total shock one of Alexia’s giant tentacle coming right after her. The girl didn’t have time to react when the thing enrolled itself around her strong and curved body. At first, she didn’t notice it, but she soon realized that the creature had caught her in a rather embarrassing position. It had covered only her upper half, but it had made sure that her large breasts were in sight as it was squeezing them from under and over.

Claire suddenly squirmed and groaned, trying to get free, but the thing was too strong. The more she moved, the more it was squeezing her breasts. It hurt like hell, but at the same time, she felt something really strange in her stomach.

She wasn’t given the chance to ponder about it when she heard the gate finally giving in.

“Oh god…”

The monster was now inside. Trembling, she watched it slowly stepping towards her, axe still in hands. It was heavily breathing and the girl wondered if it was because it had destroyed the gate or because it had trouble keeping that appearance, that gigantic power. Maybe Steve was fighting to get his body and mind back.

Her expectations were quickly vanished when she saw the monster still standing in front of her. It was staring at her…at her face…her neck…her outstanding breasts that were still covered by her bra. She saw with horror a grin spreading on the beast’s face which still pretty much looked like Steve’s minus the green skin, fangs and red eyes.

“N-no…” she whimpered, knowing exactly what was going inside its head.

“Pretty…girl…” it suddenly said, lowly and gutturally.

It then lifted up its axe and Claire was about to say her prayer when she heard it whistling. When she opened her eyes, she realized that she wasn’t dead. She couldn’t suppress a loud gasp when she found herself chest-naked!

It hadn’t meant to kill her. It only wanted to rip her bra off. The girl couldn’t decide which scenario was worse.

She then heard the beast dropping down its weapon. The tentacle was still solidly holding her, her feet far from the ground. She tried to move again when she saw her predator coming closer to her. No success. She was only hurting herself. The feeling in her lower region didn’t disappear, but seemed to have increased the second her breasts were released from their support.

Did she have to start believing that she was aroused by the whole situation?

No, that couldn’t possibly be it. That feeling had to be something else. But Claire couldn’t find it. She was about to be raped. There was no reason for her to be excited. It’s not as if it was going to be pleasant. That monster was huge…and had scales…and fangs…it would hurt her like hell.

She got carried away in her thoughts once again but was brought back quite quickly when she felt something hot, slick and…wet on her skin. She gasped when she saw a long red tongue making its way along her collarbone. It left a moist trail and a strange sensation in her body.

The girl wanted to be far, far away. But she was there, trapped, and there was nothing she could do. She found herself looking straight into the monster’s eyes. They were staring back at her. It didn’t seem to be angry anymore…which only left that lustful desire in those crimson orbs. It kept licking her neck and was satisfied when it heard the girl gasping. That encouraged it to go downward.

It took its time to taste the sweaty skin between her breasts. It was almost gentle, delicate. But Claire kept reminding herself that the administrations were coming from a monster. When she felt its tongue on her right breast, she couldn’t stop herself from closing her eyes. It was as though as she wanted to deny what was going on. But a violent wave of pleasure hit her hard when she felt it teasing her erected nipple. The sensation was too real for it to be a dream, or more likely a nightmare in her case. She almost wanted to slap herself when she heard a vivid moan of pleasure coming out of her mouth.

“No, Claire. You can’t bring yourself to enjoy it…what the hell are you doing??” she thought desperately, but the waves of pleasure kept roaming inside her body, giving her goose bumps and making her gasp now and then.

The beast seemed to understand that she was pleased by its touches as it now drove its hot tongue on her other breast, covering it with saliva and strange sensations. It then heard the girl moan once more and was satisfied when it saw that she was frequently rubbing her thighs together. It could smell a very attractive odour coming from her groin. It then lowered its impressive body so its head would be at the same level.

An unimaginable fear then filled Claire when she saw the beast placing its gruesome hands on the hem of her jeans. She wanted to open her mouth to protest, but she knew it was too late when her assailant ripped apart the remaining clothes she had on. She was now completely naked and at the mercy of the green beast.
Its head still at the level of her now bare midsection, the infected-Steve opened its mouth, letting loose once again its long and wet tongue. It firstly went to lick Claire’s inner thighs, making her squirm. It bothered the beast. With its huge hands, it stopped her legs from moving by encircling them with its long and clawed fingers.

“N-no….no….” she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes.

Claire knew what to expect, but she was pleasantly shocked and surprised when the beast’s tongue made contact with her vaginal lips. A gasp at first, but then encouraging moans escaped her mouth. It was so wrong, yet so good. The tongue continued to tease her by going up and down, making the girl moan louder. A scream of pleasure and surprise was then heard in the chamber when the tongue finally found its way on her erected clitoris. Her head drawn back, Claire couldn’t prevent herself from screaming from the pleasure it provided her and from the shame she felt from the whole situation.

The beast continued its ministrations for a while, but the girl sensed that it was growing impatient as it was going faster and harsher. She was almost reaching an orgasm when the tongue retreated back leaving the girl heavily panting, unsatisfied and quite ashamed. When nothing happened, she dared to look down on her assailant. Still restraining her legs with its hands, it didn’t seem to move. It was only gazing down, its red locks hiding its face.

From that angle, Claire could still recognize Steve and that made her tremble, tears now flowing down her face. Maybe the virus control over him was weakening….maybe if she talked to him, he could remember her….after all, she had nothing to lose.

“Steve…?” she whispered, hesitantly.

A small jerk of the best’s head made her heart jump. Did it work? Was Steve still alive within that gruesome monster? Claire felt hope returning but when she felt a strong pressure against her groin and rough lips against her own, she understood that her efforts were in vain.

She never expected her first kiss to be like that. The beast’s lips were rough and dry and made her lips bleed. The surprise she had felt when it made its move was quickly replaced by raw pain as the monster played roughly with her mouth, its sharp teeth cutting her delicate skin. Her moans of pain were now muffled when the once appreciated tongue made its way in her mouth. She couldn’t scream, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t fight back…Claire could only submit to the beast’s desires.

As it continued to assault her with its mouth, Claire felt once again a great pressure against her groin. Something long, thick and very hard.

“No…no…no-no-no….NO!!!” kept crying Claire inside her head.

She desperately tried to move, but the tentacle and the beast’ grip on her made it impossible. If she was crying, she was crying even more at the moment. Being licked and touched could pass at some point…but being impaled by such ENORMOUS penis was way too much! It would rip her apart! The fear she had felt before when it had started to lick her down there, tripled in less than a second. She was suddenly paralyzed, as if her mind could be offline when the true rape would begin. But such phenomenon couldn’t really exist. Claire realized that when she found herself being pushed against the nearer wall, the tentacle still around her and the beast still over her. Closed or open, it didn’t matter; her eyes were only seeing blankness. Maybe it was better like that…maybe she could imagine that it was the real Steve, the sweet young man she met, who was doing those things to her. Not that she would have liked him to rape her, but it could maybe ease things a little bit…

“Please…make this quick…” she thought.

The monster wasn’t kissing her anymore. It was now panting heavily, its tongue traveling once again the form of her neck and the contours of her breasts. As Claire was going to wonder when it would penetrate her, a sharp pain made her whole body stiffen. A loud scream then echoed inside the dark room. She didn’t have to wonder anymore, it had entered her, fair and square. The girl then felt something hot gliding down her thighs. She didn’t see it, but she guessed it was her blood.

That made her realize that it was her first time….and surely her last. Wow, way to go, girl!
Her sarcastic thoughts were quickly replaced by white, raw pain as the beast started to move inside her, its large erection going deeper and deeper with brutal force. It hurt so much that Claire thought she would faint. Unfortunately, she didn’t as if she had no choice but to assist to her raping. Between screams and grunts of pain, she dared to look down and saw the monster’s penis covered in her own blood. It was probably the only thing that allowed it to slide inside her. She also noticed how only half of it could enter and that shot the weirdest feeling inside her gut.

Violent groans of pleasure escaped the beast’s throat as it kept pumping her harshly. Its hands that were once pinning her arms up against the wall lowered to grab her thighs while the tentacle suddenly slid off Claire’s body and disappeared. The beast didn’t need its assistance now that it was completely pinning her against the wall with its huge body. Her own body was bouncing heavily each time he would enter her.

Able to finally breathe (or pant) more easily, Claire found herself being in less pain even if the monster was still ravaging her insides. She also became aware of a certain...pleasure coming from the constant thrusting. And when she looked down again, the blood had disappeared, replaced by a clear fluid. Despite herself, she gasped at the realization. Was she really...getting wet from all this? A sudden mighty thrust made her cry out, returning her attention to the pain, her eyes firmly closed and still shedding tears.

No matter what she was thinking, it was still violating her mind and body. But the more he slid into her, the more she felt pleasure from the rubbing. Even to the point that she was now moaning openly, her hips starting to move on their own, bringing down her midsection on the monster’s thick shaft.

She didn’t know for how long it had been penetrating her, but it looked like forever to her. It was only when its speed distinctively increased that Claire realized that it was about to ejaculate. If it had been somewhat pleasant before, the fast thrusting hurt like hell, making her believe it could tear her apart. Her back painfully scratched against the concrete wall as the monster was pushing all its strength between her legs. A strong mix of utter pain and pleasure hit her as she almost gagged on her own saliva. By that time, she couldn’t even feel her legs anymore.

The green beast loudly roared when it finally reached an orgasm, its big hands holding solidly the girl’s body against the wall. Huge shots of hot slimy sperm filled her insides, rapidly overflowing and covering the giant’s long pulsating sex. It panted heavily as it finally removed its grip from the red-haired girl, her body dropping loudly on the hard floor.

Claire tried to catch her breath the best she could as she could feel her insides burning from the penetration and from the large amount of sperm. She could feel it sliding down her legs and that finally brought back the tears. She wept, not caring about the monster that was once her friend. It was over, but she thought that she died at that exact moment. She wept and wept until she felt the ground shaking around her. She slowly lifted up her head...

...and came face to face with a long glistening rock-hard penis. It was bouncing rhythmically in front of her nose. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it. After everything it had done to her, it was still asking for more!

When she least expected it, it thrust its huge member inside her contrastingly tiny mouth, barely able to fill a third of it. Claire almost chocked as the flesh hit the back of her throat. She then vainly tried to remove it by pulling it with her two hands, but the monster had grabbed her entire head with one hand and prevented her from even moving a single inch. With the grip on her head, it started to move it harshly, enjoying the feeling of her small warm mouth around its sex. It was purring lowly and Claire suddenly noticed that it became gentler with the pulling of her head. But she barely took the time to think about it as she was more concerned about breathing properly and trying to not choke to death.

Compared to the penetration, it didn’t take long before the giant reached another orgasm and ejaculated inside her mouth. While doing so, Claire took the opportunity to remove herself from it, a large quantity of sperm dripping from her mouth and making her gag. She managed to throw up most of it as it had the foulest taste ever. Whipping off her tears, she tried to move away from the monster as it seemed to be in a sort of dazed state, but a strong hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, her whole body sliding on the cold hard floor, scratching her delicate skin and making her cry out in pain and fear.

“NOOOOOO!!!!” she cried out in desperation. Her mind and body couldn’t take it anymore. But the beast didn’t care as it roughly placed both hands on her small waist and pulled her hard, its everlasting erection entering her once more. On all-four, the girl tried to get away, but it solidly pushed her against the floor, her head and breasts crushed against the concrete. The pain was burning her whole body, but the constant harsh penetration made it even more unbearable. Even if it would excite the beast even more, she couldn’t stay silent any longer.

“NOOO! STOP IT! PLEASE, STEVE! STOOO—“

The monster didn’t seem to hear or care as it kept on entering her harshly, but as the girl kept crying out the word “Steve”, something seemed to change in its mind. It didn’t understand why, but that girl was important. That girl wasn’t mean. That girl had expected its protection, its caring, its love. That girl was warm and tender. She didn’t deserve being handled roughly. After all, she didn’t hurt him. But the monster couldn’t stop. It felt good and its instincts of survival were dictating him to mate with that girl. How she felt about it was none of its concern, but something in the back of its mind full of fury and lust and hunger told him to protect her, to take care of her. Her. Claire. Yes, Claire was her name. And something clicked in its mind.

Oh, my god. Claire!

Claire’s body became totally numb. She could barely feel the constant penetration of the beast. Her throat was sore from all her screaming. She didn’t have any strength left to continue. She came to the point that she’d rather die right now to finally end that never-ending pain. But strangely, the thrusting slowed down significantly. She dared to look bad and was shocked when she saw the look on the monster’s face. Instead of its mask of utter fury, it held a striking resemblance to Steve’s handsome face. Its red eyes were looking directly into hers. She could still see some lust in them, but they were mostly showing…tenderness? Love? She wasn’t sure. But her heart started beating furiously in her chest. Was Steve back to its senses? It would be too good to be true. She then saw it opening its mouth, letting a low growl out.

“Cl-Clairrrre….” It purred gently. Claire could feel fresh tears rolling down her face. But this time, those were tears of relief.

“Oh, Steve…” she began saying before the beast took her by the waist and let her sit on its lap, its sex still inside her. She let out of cry of surprise and pleasure as the new position didn’t hurt as much and actually brought some new pleasant sensations. It held her firmly by the waist, but was careful enough to not hurt her. And then, slowly, it began to lift her up gently from its erection, just to push her down on it as slowly as it could possibly do. Claire was completely confused at the sudden gentleness of its act. She started to really believe that Steve actually overcame the virus and was now in control of that giant and gruesome body. As he kept on moving her up and down on its sex, she felt her body feeling rather good. No, it was good. The way it would let its sex fill her up entirely in that slow motion was sublime. Despite her sore throat, she could hear herself moaning softly, enjoying the rubbing his large and veined erection was causing. She then let herself relax against his oversized body, her hands reaching for his face. He looked down on her and she could see Steve in his eyes.

“Ooh Steve…” she moaned as she brought her aching lips to his. He replied to her kiss, his tongue entering her mouth, careful to not hurt her with his sharp teeth. This time, his mouth actually felt good. He didn’t attack her like he did before. He would slowly play with her tongue, making her chest ache with warmth and dazzling sensations. When she closed her eyes, she could clearly imagine Steve, that sweet 17 year-old boy she met on the island, and not that grotesque form of his, eaten by that bloody virus. She could feel herself getting aroused by the kiss and the slow motion of his hips. For a good reason this time. If she could block Steve’s current appearance from her mind, she could actually enjoy the situation.

Sensing the thrill she was feeling and how she was getting really wet down there, the beast – Steve – decided to go a bit faster, feeling the girl now participating as she deliberately pushed her hips down on its erection. It grunted, enjoying the gasping and moaning sounds she was emitting. It stopped kissing her just to bring its warm tongue over her neck, licking it eagerly, granting more screams of ecstasy from…Claire. Yes, now he clearly remembered who she was. Redfield, Claire. The girl he fell in love with after spending nearly two days with her fighting for their lives. Until they got caught and that he got…infected by something. That’s right. That crazy blonde chick injected him with something and that’s when everything went red in his head. The only thing he could think was hurt Claire and mate…no, rape her so he could pass his mutated genes. Oh god, what has he done?!

But despite how awful he felt about it, he couldn’t stop his action and he was actually relieved to see that Claire was enjoying it, even after the terrible things he had done to her. He could feel tears coming up to his monstrous eyes. He was locked in that terrible body and he couldn’t do anything about it. But at least he could control it now. If that witch had been responsible for his behaviour, she wasn’t at that moment. He could take that chance and escape…or kill himself. It was the good thing to do after everything he has done.

Steve Burnside was so concentrated on those thoughts that he almost forgot about the girl who was still on his lap, moving her hips rapidly on his sex, moaning his name loudly. And that instantly let him forget about his conflicts. The way she would scream his name brought his body on fire and he felt his erection twitching violently inside her. It seemed to have a direct effect on the brunette as she arched her back and let out incoherent words and a long moan.

“Oh god, ohh Steve…I-I’m…ahhh…!”

Steve’s giant hands directly went to Claire’s bruised and scratched breasts and hold them firmly as he started to enter her more rapidly. Both of them were now heavily panting as they could sense their climax coming up. Claire’s eyes were firmly closed and she extended her arms up to cup Steve’s green-scaled face, the tip of her fingers feeling his soft untransformed hair. She could feel herself reaching her orgasm really soon. Her whole body was sweating and her head was spinning. Steve’s oversized erection kept gaining speed as he continued to thrust into her, wet sounds accompanying their heavy breathing. She could feel it throbbing more and more between her muscular inside walls and she knew he was also at the very edge. She was now frantically moving up and down on it, determined to reach that satisfying climax no matter what. Steve’s hands fell down a bit and grabbed her thin waist as he pushed his hips harder, his hot breath tickling her neck, desperate groans escaping his throat. His speed distinctively increased and as Steve roared from his third release, Claire heard herself screaming in pleasure as she finally reached her orgasm.

Her body tensed against his, her scream drowning into heavy panting. Her hair was now plastered against her sweaty forehead. After a few seconds, she let herself relax against Steve’s large and soft, but scaled chest. She could hear him panting too, his heart beating furiously, and felt a hot liquid gliding down her thighs and his softening sex. She tried to ignore it. What just happened had been fantastic despite what Steve’s monstrous self had done to her previously. She just couldn’t understand what made him change his actions. He had gone from raping her to actually…yes, making love to her. The only explanation she had was that he had been able to take control of his brainwashed mind and body. But what now? Was he going to stay in that body? Claire couldn’t stop from crying now. It surprised her as she thought she didn’t have water left in her body.

And then, the most incredible thing happened.

As she kept weeping, she felt Steve’s body shaking violently. She turned her head back and watched in horror/awe the monster’s skin changing back to a soft cream color, his long and sharp teeth retreating back, his bloody red eyes returning to a beautiful green, his whole body shrinking, changing back to the body size of a healthy teenage boy. It all happened so fast that Claire barely registered the transformation. A second later, her body was leaning against a much smaller body, its skin unimaginably soft and warm. She felt his head leaning against her right shoulder and she was immensely surprised and relieved to see that Steve somehow went back to his human self. Tears falling down her cheeks, she turned around, carefully removing herself from his limp manhood and she wrapped her arms around his torso, sobbing softly.

“Oh god, Steve…oh god, I’m so glad…you went back, oh god…” she sniffled against his shoulder.

Steve slowly opened his eyes. He didn’t have a clue about what just happened. He remembered Claire orgasming around him and feeling so damn good, but after that…everything went blank again, and he felt that horrible pain throughout his whole body. It was as if all of his bones broke, as if all of the muscles were tore apart. But it all happened so quickly. And when he opened his eyes, he saw Claire, naked and bruised and bloody, hugging him like her life depended on it. He then slowly lifted up one of his hands and saw it was completely normal. No green scales, no claws. He wasn’t in the monster body anymore. Why? He didn’t know and honestly, he didn’t give a damn about it.
He hugged Claire back and caressed her hair. He had that sinking feeling in his heart that he had done something unforgivable to her, but she kept on holding him.

After a while, he pushed her gently and looked into her wide blue eyes full of tears. She was smiling at him and he couldn’t understand why. He tried to find his voice and when he did, he didn’t know exactly what to say.

“Cl-Claire…I…what I did…I…couldn’t stop..I-I…” his voice finally broke and he found himself sobbing. Ashamed and furious at himself for what he had done. He was expecting Claire to stand up and let him die in his misery – that was all he deserved in the end – but she didn’t move. Instead, she brought one of her hands to his cheek and lovingly caressed it.

“I honestly don’t know how to feel after what happened, but…don’t blame yourself Steve…you weren’t yourself. Alexia did that to you. There’s nothing you could have done. Well, in fact, you did regain some control over it, I could feel it in the way you were…” she suddenly blushed at the thought of what she was about to say. Steve looked back at her and his tears doubled. The brunette felt her heart breaking at the sight.

“Oh Steve…” she whispered as she took his head in her hands and placed it against her chest.
“I-I…I still….ra-…raped you, Claire!” he said between sobs. “How can I…forgive myself for that…?” he added, burying his head even more between her breasts.
Claire didn’t know what to reply. What he said was partially true. But she knew deep down that the real Steve would have never done that. But how was she supposed to comfort him? She couldn’t really tell him that she actually enjoyed the last part of it…

She started caressing his hair as she kept on thinking about an answer when she heard someone trying to open the door, the only exit from the room. Her heart jumped from the surprise and she almost panicked when she realized that both Steve and her were completely naked, their clothes shredded beyond reparation. But luckily or not, the door was locked. She then heard a familiar voice coming from it and Claire felt her knees weakening with relief.

“Claire? Are you in there?”

Thank god, Chris!

It took a moment for Claire to find her voice, but she replied back, telling him that she was with Steve and that they were both fine. She also told him that he needed to activate the self-destruct system to unlock the door. She didn’t mention anything about what happened though. It would take her some time to reveal it. Or she could just never tell him. Maybe it was better that way. For both her and Steve’s sake.

The only problem now was to explain why they were both naked.

And no matter how long she thought about it, she never came up with a good excuse.



~The end~