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Jenna sat in her car, her body was tense but one leg was rapidly thumping the stubby raised heel of her shoe at the carpeted floor. The sun was sinking past the hillside and she was filled with growing trepidation. Tonight she was going to break into a building to plunder it of anything of value. Sure, she could wind up in prison, but if her hunch was correct it would all be worth it. There was this intoxicating thrill she always felt when she was about to do something bad.

She had parked her car in a gas station parking lot and she felt like a vulture, perched and waiting for the right moment. The mark was not far off in the distance, a cubed monolith six stories high with a large white serial number displayed its corner, D-19. The building still wore the faint marks of another sign that had been hastily ripped off. All the windows have been sealed with metal shutters making the place looked like it was on lock down.

The traffic was slowly dying down around the industrial sector as the commercial buildings clustering in the area had all closed up shop for the night. The natural light of the day faded gradually into night while and the street lamps flared on in preparation for the coming darkness.

She brought another cigarette to her full lips and the interior and her face was illuminated with a warm orange glow when she lit it. With a deep pull caving in her cheeks, the red cherry flared brightly and she felt the tension in her nerves melt away. This was going to be dangerous, she might even get killed over what she was about to do.

She blew out a thick cloud of smoke, it was almost go time. Leaning over to the passenger side she pressed a button on the middle of a glove box. With a sharp click, the lid fell open and the tiny keycard fell against the downward opening lid. She snatched up the tiny device and brought it close to her green eyes to inspect it. It had been quite the unexpected boon that had been left behind by one of her more regular clients.

A grin curled at one corner of her mouth recalling its previous owner, squat, fat and so unbelievably kinky in his tastes. Kinky had another meaning entirely in her line of work, expensive. She physically shuddered with the electric tingles of delight running up her spine from the things he did to her replaying through her head. He must have had a lot of money because his visits were startlingly frequent. Sometimes she was still sore from the last time when he came calling, but she could never turn him down.

He had tried to incessantly impress her with his line of work going on about how important his research was. She would have barely given it a second thought, that had all changed however when the Racoon City incident happened.

He was mounted on her naked body while she was laid face down on her sturdy kitchen table. With his pants down around his ankles, he was grunting and huffing, pounding away at her back door. They had been playing creepy mortician, he had a more clinical name for it but she could never remember it.

Then his phone chimed in his pocket and he went stiff as a board at the sound. He dismounted her with surprising agility cursing while he wrestled to tug his pants back up to his waist. She could only watch him in dismay at the time, while he frantically darted around huffing and puffing with his face soaked in sweat. He had been in such a desperate rush, he had forgotten to remove the lab coat costume when he slammed the door of her apartment, forgetting the coat he had came to her place in.

It was only until after the events of Raccoon city had fully played out did she start to piece his possible connections to the event. There was conspiracy theory’s flying around on the internet about it being an engineered viral outbreak. It was all too much of a coincidence, his sudden departure right during a biological attack in his kind of work. No company had been implicated in the design of the virus. How long could they hide when they became responsible for the annihilation of an entire city?

She huffed in mild amusement because she had almost thrown his key card away when she first fished it out the jacket pocket. The name of the company on the card was the only lead she had to go with. A quick search of the internet gave her all the information she needed. Sure enough, it was a company specializing in biomedical research. They must have been sent scrambling to do some damage control after such an outbreak. It took a little more rummaging through her local directory to find the lab he must have been working from.

With a sigh of desire, she remained distracted by the fantasies while she sat in the car waiting. He was more inventive than most of the men that came for her services. Would a normal woman have let him do the things he had performed on her or the things he put inside? She could only shrug and guessed every girl probably had her price. She was a glutton for his punishment and not just because of the money.

For a someone like her, sex was not just something she craved, her life revolved around it and when she could get it. She had to take pills as a teen in her parent's attempts to curb her urges, public school was not possible for the kind of person she was.

Once she was an adult, she started to shape her lifestyle around the urges felt. She had quickly learned that men would be willing to actually pay for the chance to get her in bed. It was like a dream come true, paying her bills while doing the very thing she craved most.

There was a struggle to reign in the desire to rub a quick one out while she waited in her car. With a shake of her platinum blonde head, she pushed her hunger down and focused back on the task at hand. With a glance at the clock on her phone, she knew it was time to move. She took one long final draw from her cigarette to steady the clustered knot of anxiety in her guts before flicking it out the small gap in her window.

She opened her door and climbed out from her car and stretched the soreness out of her body from sitting in one place for so lone. Her body shuddered in pleasure as she let out a delighted squeal when her hands reached high until she was on the balls of her feet.

With a quick flick of her head, she moved her long ponytail over her shoulder and started making her way towards the building. The stride she used was light and bouncy as she approached the building. Even though her blood burned with an intoxicating mix of fear and excitement.

It was not justice or fame she was looking for by breaking into D-19, it was all about that sweet money. She could easily blackmail the company if she had something juicy to dangle over their heads. Her eyes light up thinking about getting her hands on something really good, close guarded secret stuff kind of good. She could easily pawn something like that off to a rival company and holy shit, the money she could make would let her live where ever she wanted, do whatever she wanted. Her stride quickened towards the lab, eager to get pillaging.

She didn’t have much time to prepare for this infiltration, the website was already gone and they were probably already stripping the interior clean. There were no cars in the parking lot, there might not even be security. She was forced to use what pieces of her work costumes, that best complimented the look of a secretary.

She had a white button up top tucked into the hem of the most modest black skirt. Even though it was a very tight fit around her generous curves, at least the cut was low enough that it was half way down her thighs. She had to wear thick black stockings because her legs had large tattoos of roses with thorny vines winding up her skin. They covered most out of her outer leg that ran from her ankles all the way up to her hips, hardly professional.

The rest of her ink was luckily being covered by her suit jacket when some clients wanted her to play disciplinary teacher. Sadly, she had picked the coat more because it enhanced her bust and she found herself wishing her breasts were just a little smaller to help sell the look, it was the best she could manage given the small window. When she walked around to the front plaza she stopped dead in her tracks.

“Whoa.” She gasped in surprise at the sight of a massive metal barricade, completely closing off the front of the building. It was no normal security shutter but rather a huge metal slab made the front of the building appear more like a fortified bunker than a civilian biomedical lab. Such a strange feature filled her with so many thoughts of what they could possibly be needing such security for. She felt giddy now, there was going to be something big inside, she could sense it. Then a problem gripped her dashing her ecstatic thoughts, how the hell was she going to get inside?

With the front entrance blocked she was forced to search around the sides of the building to try and find another way in. The fire escapes she discovered gave her nothing because they lacked handles from the exterior. With an annoyed grumble, she made her way to the back and poked her head around the corner.

Her face soured when she saw that the loading doors for trucks all had the same armor plating as the front. Then there was a ray of hope, In the distance on the opposite side. She saw a light was on providing illumination for a raised platform and a small cluster of benches and tables, the employee smokers lounge.

She made her way to the elevated pedestal in the corner of the building. It was covered with a cloth tent providing shelter from the elements. She hurriedly bound up the concrete stairs ignoring the heavy swaying of her breasts. The door was labeled with bright red letters that read 'Authorized Personnel Only!' as she walked up to it. It took a little searching but she finally managed to find the faintest slot for a card reader.

“OH baby, please work for me.” She prayed before delicately sliding the key into the slot. It felt as if her heart skipped a beat when she heard this mechanical buzzing sound emanating from the heavy door.

“Open says me, motherfucker.” She said with a pleased chuckle. The loud sound of heavy metal bolts shifting in sequence made her take a cautious step back. Once the door stilled with its mechanical clunking, a metal handle emerged from a hidden slot in the door. She couldn’t help but admire how technically fancy could be because shit like this must have cost quite a bit.

She felt a pang of worry, this had all seemed like just a little bit too much for a lab. She shook away her worries and gripped the metal bar and gave a sharp tug only to have it refuse to budge. Her brows furrowed with confusion and she started to pull even harder.

“Come on, don’t be a tease now, let mommy in.” She snarled through her teeth. With all her weight being thrown into her yanking, it finally yields to her demand. This was one hell of a way to discourage employees from smoking she thought to herself. The door let out a pressurized hiss when she broke the seal. She watched as the width of it seemed to keep on going exposing thick metal nubs of its many locks lining its interior. This was not just any door; it was a god damned vault!

Once the door had been pried open just enough, she slipped inside into nothing but inky blackness. The interior was much cooler and she felt a deep shudder run up her spine as her body attempted to adjust to the new surroundings. The fact that the building still had its air conditioning running meant someone was still paying the bills to keep this place running.

A metallic bang behind her made her yelp in alarm when the heavy door automatically closed behind her. The sound of the metal bars slamming back into place easily defeated her desire for stealth and she silently prayed there really was no security watching over the place. It was completely dark in the building with that she couldn’t even see her hands in front of her face.

She reached into the breast pocket of her coat and pulled out her phone. With a faintly audible clicking sound, the device bathed only a small fraction of the interior with a tiny cone of blue hued light. Two rows of glass panes flanked her as she stood in a narrow corridor.

They were both offices with modest desks probably from a flat pack store, very modern and cost effective. The sight of both the rooms looked far too bare for her liking and made her heart ache a little, they had already started stripping down the place.

She stepped into the large open area of this first floor while the soles of her shoes clapped against the smooth stone floor only to echo back into her ears. The center of the building was hollow with what she could see with the inadequate light of her phone. Four large pillars of polished stone supported the roof in the middle and acted as a support for the walkways that ran between them.

She discovered the front desk and cautiously approached it feeling very exposed such an open space. It was a half oval with very high walls and a bright cherry wood. She peered behind the desk to see that it too was totally bare, no papers, no devices and the security monitors were off. her lips pursed tightly in contemplation, if they didn’t bother to even keep the cameras on, then this place was bare.

She twisted back around to face those glass offices she had walked past and swept her phone to see that they continued to the back. She was not entirely sure what she was looking for so she followed them and hoped that something would catch her attention. Each office she peered into was just an empty space and her spirits deflated a little more with everyone she passed by.

“Shit, I must be too late." She muttered under her breath feeling like this had all been a waste of her time. Just when she was about to turn around and make her exit, her light only barely caught the distinct color shift of the next office door. She focused her device on it and illuminated a pair of deeply tinted double doors.

A mischievous grin spread over her lips as she wondered what an office like that needed to be so secretive for. She rushed up to the door and pushed open one of the large glass plates closest to her. She pushed into the room and her hopes got punched right out of her stomach. A single piece of furniture remained in this abandoned position, another desk.

“God fucking damn it!” She cursed, of course, they would have gotten all the juicy stuff out first. With a deep sigh of morose, she felt the need to at least take a look and stepped into the room and her flat shoes sink into the very plush carpet that silences her steps entirely. She wondered if this might have been her client’s office, he always claimed he was someone important here. The musky scent of expensive cologne permeating the room burned at her nose, it wasn’t his brand.

Her eyes glanced over the desk as she approached it. its pristine surface was a ruddy brown and looked almost like glass it had such a glossy sheen on it. She stroked her fingers over that smooth perfection as she stepped around to see two banks of drawers on either side. Her spirits lifted a fraction and she bent over to try and at least rifle through them. If she managed to at least make off with a box of paper clips, she could claim some kind of win for her.

She curled her fingers around the ornate handle and gave a sharp tug, and it refused to budge. Her eyes grew furious and she scowled before she started to violently yank at the handle. She pulled and pulled until she heard a metal ping. She yelped as she suddenly flew backward with the broken handle still in her hand as she crashed to the floor rump first. It took her a moment to just stare there in disbelief then threw the handle aside with a flick of her wrist.

While she sat there in silence letting her anger simmer, a faint sound made her freeze in place. She could have sworn she heard the spine-chilling noise of someone walking. In such an empty place she only grew more certain what she was hearing.

They were slow and heavy clomping sounds and they were getting louder and louder. She thought to flee, but if she turned off her phone she wouldn’t be able to see anything. The footfalls were closing in and her chance of escape was only getting more narrow.

Her fear made her panic and when her frantic eyes noticed the large empty space in the middle the desk. She hurriedly crawled under the desk on her hands and feet hiding like a scared child. Her hands had become all nerves and she fumbled with her phone trying to shut off the light but couldn’t enter her password right. With a distressed curse under her breath, she just slammed it in still on into the side pocket of her jacket.

With her body tightly curled in the spacious void of her hiding space, she waited for those horrifying footsteps to pass. How stupid she felt, risking arrest for absolutely nothing and now she was cowering under a desk. Her arms were tightly wrapped around her knees hugging them up against her chest. She chewed on her bottom lip in anticipation as her heart throbbed so fiercely she could hear the blood rushing into her head.

Those terrifying footfalls were getting so painfully loud, he must be right at the entrance to the office. Her breathing seemed way too loud and if felt like the desk was amplifying it in the dead silence. All she could think to do was bury her head between her knees trying to make herself as small as possible, curling into a human ball.

Then she had realized that she no longer heard the sound of those awful shoes, did she somehow miss the patrol walking away? Her brows furrowed, perplexed for a moment as she was only left with this terrible nothing for her to dwell on. The faint sound of keys lightly clanked together and such a simple innocuous noise filled her with the most nauseating dread.

Her mouth gaped in horror. The person was in the room, their footsteps must have been silenced by the thick carpet. With each time those metal keys clashed together, they rang of her impending fate. What kind of shitty luck did she have today, this guard would have to be half fucking bloodhound. She placed both her hands on the back of her neck unable to stop herself from trembling when she heard it those tinkling keys getting unbearably loud.

That unbearable noise finally stopped and she could feel a presence just looming over her. With her eyes pinched tightly shut, she wished that whoever it was would just drop dead on the spot. There was nothing but this long tortuous quiet as the person just stood there probably staring at her. What could this guard possibly be doing? Basking in the fucking moment of bagging a perp for once in their pathetic life?

A cold and clammy hand grabbed her by the wrist and she wails out in fright feeling his big meaty hand tightly crushing into her wrist. His grip was so hard that she winced in pain before he yanked her out from under the desk. She gasped in shock when he hauled on her so hard she was dragged across the floor. He wasn’t done yet trying to rip her arm out of its socket when he used her limb to lift her off the ground.

“I’M SORRY I’M SO SORRY PLEASE STOP!” She frantically begged with him while clutching at his thick forearm while she dangled in the air. She felt like a doll in his grasp, the man must be part bear he was so strong but she could only guess because it was still black as pitch in the room.

He finally released her and she wobbled on unsteady legs with her entire arm aching from such a rough treatment. Her respite was short when he grabbed her by the shoulders compressing her so hard she physically squeaked. He whipped her around like a rag doll so sharply her head spun. Her coat was violently yanked and stitching popped with a loud ripping noise as her jacket was stripped from her body.

Those big hands grabbed her by the waist and his calloused palms ran down to caress the generous curve of her hips. She quickly yanked away from him before he could get a good hold of her rump.

“Whoa, easy there bud -OOF!” She had tried to keep some kind of control over the situation, but then those two hard hands slammed into her shoulders and she no longer had the breath in her lungs to talk. She stumbled forward with lurching steps and instinctively reached out with her hands. With a wince of pain in her wrists, her palms gong against the unforgiving glass saving her face from the impact.

Ok, this guy was not taking no for an answer tonight, guess she would be working pro bono. Now it made sense why he just stood there so long, must have been eye fucking the shit out her before he pounced. She shook her head with a crooked grin feeling a neurotic thrill course through her, guy was putting his job on the line for a bang with her, she was perfectly fine with that. He could have his fun and she could easily get off the hook when the security guard decided to force himself on her.

She braced against the glass with a lusty chuckle as she bent over nice and deep for him. The lights might be off but she still looked over her shoulder and give a sensuous wriggle of her hips

“So I guess this is part where you frisk me? Maybe give me a cavity search?” Her tone was desirous and she felt electric thrill race up her spine taunting this stranger to fuck her. He surged in on her slamming his hands against her presented with such force it stung the plush cheeks through the elastic material of her skirt.

When those greedy fingers curled in and crushed into the meat of her ass making her moan at that hot ache she felt. He had such strong hands and that painful pressure he applied only thrilled her and she pushed her hips into his palms wanting more.

He moved in deeper and she felt his big gut resting over top her backside but she didn’t care about his looks because there was something prodding so thick and hard between her legs. Jackpot, this guy wasn’t just sexually aggressive, he was hung too! Her groin started to throb with hunger feeling that stiff meat so close to it. His thick rod was wedged into the crack of her ass while he curled in over top of her.

Those hard palms raked up her sides, dragging the thin material of her blouse along for the ride. More ink was exposed when he fished her blouse from under her skirt. Twin rows of black leafed lattice work framed around her midsection to draw the eye to her toned midsection and her pierced navel.

She sighed softly feeling the firm pressure on her sides while he felt her up. His hard fingers ground into her toned stomach, stroking over each slightly defined set of abs while he rubbed his way to the generous swell of her chest.

A soft moan purred out of her when he stroked her firm chest. It felt like he was inspecting their size before he gripped her frim breasts through her shirt and bra. Her chest was treated to the same powerful clutch that still had her ass tingling. She tilted her head back with a gasp at the intense burst of pressure she felt. That gasp turned into a lusty moan when he shoved his face into her neck knocking her head to one side.

He smelled like a hospital, sterile and overpowering with alcohol. It made her think that he was probably drunk on the job, maybe even off the medical supplies. Her thoughts were abruptly scattered into a chaotic mess when she felt hard teeth on her delicate flesh.

Her head went limp to one side when his mouth sank into her softness. His tongue stroked over the flesh trapped between his teeth. Her sex melted with desire until her cotton stockings were being dampened by her arousal. She let out a long sensuous moan from him taking her throat and he grunted with a deep animalistic sound when he tasted her.

They were far from tender love bites, they felt far more predatory gnawing and chomping. It hurt to have him biting her the way he was but she loved the force of it and how he dominated her. Her neck was slathered in his thick saliva while he marked all along the length of it with his teeth. Here eyelashes fluttered from his assault with his mouth and her loins only throbbed more fiercely with desire.

He clutched her top and bra in his fists and violently yanked them apart, busting the front of her shirt open. Buttons clattered off the glass and she whimpered having to write off two expensive articles of clothing. She grinned with the thought, he was just making it easier to get off the hook the more he damaged her goods.

Those twin mountains of flesh were exposed to the cool air and hung heavily from her chest with their round perfection. The thick cups of her dark brown areolas were tightly bunched up making her chubby nipples stick out even higher. They both had two thick barbells of metal skewered through them to make them hypersensitive to any touch.

His cool hands slapped over them making her gasp at the sensation of his clammy skin touching her naked breasts. There was a burst of harsh pleasure that surged from her chest when he massaged her firm mounds with cruelty. She groaned when he hurt her and her creamy flesh bulged through the gaps in his fingers. With a pained huff, it felt like he was trying to burst the round perfection of her rack.

She wriggled in his clutches feeling such a dirty thrill having him so aggressively playing with her body. He crushed her nipples between his fingers before he tugged on them making her squeal in delight as sharp sparks of pleasure flared between her legs. The more kneaded at her the more she wanted his cock as she kept incessantly pushing her hips into his groin.

The weight of his belly came off her backside when he twisted his body away from her. She felt one of his big hands leaving her chest and her tenderized mound hotly throbbed in its absence. She didn’t have long to ponder his actions when his hand shoved up the back of her skirt.

He snatched at her g-string over the crack of her ass and yanked it down around her thighs. She parted her legs even more she was so eager to get fucked by the horny rent-a-cop, only to have him punch right between her legs.

Her feet rose off the floor until she was on her toes and body went stiff. Her pretty eyes crossed when her sopping wet hole made an obscene squelch when his closed fist sunk past her entrance. The sensation of having his big meaty hand forcing its way up her passage overstimulated her brain. Her mouth gaped and she groaned liked a wounded animal as her tunnel shuddered around his fist.

Then he opened his hand and started to reach around at her insides grabbing at her slick walls. Her mind went haywire from the agony and the pleasure and her body convulsed around his arms. When she felt him reaching deeper, her arms went limp and she was slammed chest first into the wall.

Her breasts were mashed against the cold glass spreading her fleshy mounds across its surface. Her face was twisted to one side and her eyes were locked partially rolled back from him punching at her from the inside.

She could only let out drunken moans from her slackened mouth at the sensation of him rummaging around in her passage. The hard piston pumping at her hole made her pussy gush around his forearm when he worked it even deeper. His hand was so deep inside her that if she did have anything up there, he would have found it.

He had her so stuck on his arm that her hips shifted back and forth while he ruthlessly fisted her. Her breasts squeaked at the glass when they rubbed against it. Her arms swayed back and forth lifelessly while he turned her into a puppet.

The inner thighs of her stockings were sopping wet past her knees he had her pussy drooling so heavily to take his abuse. There were intense surges of discomfort when his fingers and hard knuckles raked at her walls. The raw pleasure she also felt made it feel like there were fireworks bursting in her head.

A grin curled in the corners of her mouth and she huffed deeply at the feeling of getting so close to peaking. Then he yanked his fist from her hole with a messy slurp and the suction she felt on her insides made her stomach cramp painfully. That pain, however, was suddenly drowned out by a crashing wave of pleasure when she came so unbelievably hard.

She let out a frenzied cry of exultation while her hips bucked out of control. Her gaping hole winked its pink walls at him and she clutched her flexing sex when it spurted clear jets of her honey onto the floor.

Just when her legs had turned to jelly and she was about to fall to the ground he halted her decent when he seized her by the throat. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and she loudly gagged from the pressure of his hand wrapped around her delicate neck.

Suddenly her world was reeling when he shoved her back with such force she could have sworn she felt her feet lifted off the ground. Her backside collided with the edge of the desk first and all that momentum transferred to her upper body. While her shoulders impacted with the hard wood of the top of the desk, her head was not so fortunate. It had snapped back over the edge and collided with the lower wall.

It felt like there was an explosion between her ears and thinking suddenly became a luxury. She lay there stunned and let out a disoriented groan when he grabbed her by the hips and dragged her ass to the edge of the desk. Her skull rebounded again off the unforgiving surface but she was so out of it, she just felt the world spinning little more.

It was hard to process what was happening but he yanked her legs open so hard she yelped at the ache in her hips. Her head throbbed and she wanted him to take a time out but she couldn’t find the words and only muttered gibberish when she felt him climbing over top of her.

He had her tits again clutching them at the sides and was mashing them together then she felt the cool touch of his mouth. Her chest started to feel hot and she felt wild electric tingles sparking at her rattled mind. There was a constant surge of pressure all over her mounds and she struggled to understand why.

She groaned weakly when she realized he was biting her when the sensation turned into a deep ache. He was on her chest like an animal, gnawing at her with those unforgiving teeth. She wanted to beg him to stop but she was to scared too. There was something off about his behavior, he hardly seemed human.

She whimpered when she could more keenly feel him chewing at the rubbery flesh of her nipples. Her piercings clattered against the hard enamel when he sawed her aching buds between his teeth. Unrelenting jolts of pleasure burst from her chest when he abused her in such a way.

He pulled hard at them like he was trying to rip them off but they thankfully they kept slipped free from his sadistic mouth. There was no pleasure in the way he used her tits more like chew toys he was biting at her so hard, she doubted they would ever look the same.

When she felt his head leave her chest, she clutched at her mauled breasts unsure if she was going to feel if they were intact. There was so much thick drool covering them, she couldn’t tell if she was bleeding. She whimpered, certain he had wounded her from how badly they ached.

Her flesh was no longer smooth, her breasts were riddled with swollen lumps and worrying dents where he had bitten her. She could barely touch her nipples they were so tender but she grimaced at the discovery that one of her piercings had gone missing.

He grabbed her by the inner thighs and shoved at them until her knees flanked her tits making her huff while he compressed her. His hardness pushed at her groin testing her hole with his side. She felt pressure between her legs as her pussy started to take something large inside it.

For the first time in her entire sordid life, she didn’t want to have sex anymore. The room surged back into clarity when he drove inside her and her cunt loudly belched being overstuffed by hard meat. White hot agony flared between her legs when he smashed his cock up her depths.

She wailed out clutching her platinum blonde head when he impaled her with something even larger than his hand. Everything about it was so wrong. The head felt like a steely hard stopper with a crown of what felt like rocks and the shaft was riddled with unyielding growths that felt like hard lumps.

He was screwing her like a fuck machine with its dial broken on the hardest setting with heavy grunts that had no emotion behind them. Her cries were frantic and she gripped the edge of the desk above her shoulders. Her mauled breasts swayed in broad rotations from his brutal pumping making them clap together in a rhythmic dance.

Her stomach was bulging with his surging dick as those hard studs of his cockhead raked at the length of her passage. The hard lumps stroked over her yawning folds tenderizing them when they smashed past. The discomfort of her internal destruction was horrifying as her insides groaned and gurgled loudly from him rearranging her internally.

The sensation of pleasureless orgasms crashed over her body only increased her sexual torment. Her slippery walls constricted his organ letting her only more keenly feel how utterly warped it felt inside her.

He had her legs pushed so far back, it allowed his hips to crash against her ass with hard fleshy slaps that made her thick cheeks ripple. The sac that battered between her shuddering cheeks felt like they better belonged on a horse they were so large and heavy with sperm to pump into her.

It felt like he was trying to shove right through her with such brutality. She had hoped that he would just impale and kill her than continue to experience his torture device churning at her depths. Instead to she had been turned into a perfect glove for his pleasure and he took a good long time plundering her juicy fuck hole.

Her agonized cries of torment were fading into weak groans as the pain she felt ebbed into a dull ache. The sparks of pleasure she started to feel were faint, but she desperately clung onto the sensation, needing to feel something good while he continued to fuck her.

Frenzied moans were ripped from her throat as her pussy loudly slurped and squished around his organ. Her eyes rolled back into skull a little more feeling him filling her when he finally broke her pussy in for his size.

The pleasure she had yearned for and nurtured in her mind started to surge out of control. Her body grew hot while beads of sweat rolled down her milky skin. Every time he bottomed out in her depths it sent unrelenting waves of what she craved rippling from between her legs. It was too much and she shuddered when it burst so intensely in the back of her skull.

She arched her back under him one final time and she violently convulsed from a mind shattering orgasm before going limp in his clutches. Her tunnel continued to hungrily tug at his organ while she lifelessly jerked from the primal connections of his hips when he overdosed her mind on her favorite drug.

Time lost all its meaning for her while the mutated freak continued to violently hammer at her with ceaseless hunger for her body. He had shoved her across the desk until her head dangled over the edge. The unforgiving pleasure flared so hotly in her head that it melted her mind into mush.

Her green eyes were vacant of all expression and she profusely drooled from her mouth until it was matting into her hair. The only signs of life displayed was when her body jerked and convulsed when he slammed into her.

Her head was so fucked up; she didn’t even realize he had stopped pummelling her hole and that bloated tip was shoved up against her bruised cervix. The mighty surge of his cock got her attention and her mouth gaped in a silent scream feeling him splitting her folds apart. It felt like she was going to be ripped in half while he poured into her countless hard lumps in a single deluge of his release.

She let out a strangled gurgle when her midsection shuddered and bloated with a hard lump that sat low just above her pubic mound. Once he finished spilling into her, he unsheathed from her with a slurp. The weight of his body lifted off her when he finished and he released his vice-like grip from her thighs. Her legs flopped open once he longer was forcing her knees to almost touch her shoulders.

She twitched and convulsed uncontrollably in orgasmic seizures as she foamed at the mouth from the present he left in her baby maker. Her stomach noisily churned and that firm bump shifted with life inside her.

His sperm had mutated into massive tadpoles and a countless number of them thrashed in her cavern. Their heads were lumpy with growths that shoved at her walls trying to impregnate her while a lucky few burrowed up the tubes that lead her ovum.

She had unwittingly discovered the reason why this building was so heavily fortified.

The metal bolts shifted back and once more it yawned open to four fully armed and armored soldiers spilled through the passage with their weapons drawn. Each one was in identical black tactical gear with matching short barreled rifles for close quarters engagements.

Their faces were covered in heavy masks with night vision for navigating through the deactivated lab. The only sign of color on their outfits was the badge stitched onto the shoulders, a red and white umbrella. Evan leads his team of four past the glass hallway while Sherry, his female operator instructed him through an ear piece.

“There is only one infected on this floor it's with the objective in the rear of the building.” Her voice always calm and confident and he trusted her completely. The squad moved with swiftness through the main area and made their way past the curving marble stairs that led to the second level.

The mission was simple, find the person responsible for tripping the door alarm in this place and extract them. Usually, a security team would have been sent to deal with just a trespasser. D-19 however, was designated a contaminated testing facility, that meant there was loose test subject.

His team was assembled to handle the situation, one infected was nothing to deal with for a team trained to combat an entire outbreaks worth. It was crucial to make sure another incident like Raccoon City and he took great pride in his squad being on the top of the list to deal with threats.

As they got closer to the location of where the intruder was assumed to be. The sounds of heavy grunting came from the room and he silently motioned for a full stop of their advance. Kelly was the first one to break silence with a shocked voice.

“Oh my god they weren’t kidding during the briefing…” He looked back to her and even though she was wearing a mask he could see her tense up, that’s right we are professionals. The briefing did leave little to the imagination about what to expect.

They were tinkering with other ways to control the reanimated corpses by having the virus stimulate other parts of the brain. Rather than relying on them pursuing their instinct to feed, they tried to get them to desire something else that they could have more control over. In a way they had succeeded, the control part, not so much.

He motioned to fan out and they all maneuvered taking up their positions in front of the double doors. He lowered his rifle and drew his flashlight and pistol and affixed with a silencer. He braced his firing hand under the wrist with the one holding the flashlight forward.

His night vision automatically adjusted to the presence of light so he didn’t blind himself. Even he was still taken aback by the sound as it was painfully obvious what was happening in the room. What distressed him more was that he could only hear the sounds of just the infected.

He gave Kelly a nod and she moved up to push open the door, the briefing couldn’t have prepared him for what he saw. The infected was rutting away at woman bent over the desk and the way she was limply jolting under him he couldn’t be sure she was even alive.

The infected was a grotesque thing with gray loose flesh riddled with blackened veins. Evan advanced into the room sneering at the sight of him. His flesh was sagging around his muscles but his stomach was bloated until it looked taught. The mutant’s eyes were yellow and streaked with blood but it clearly didn’t register the flashlight he was shining at it.

His jaw sagged open oozing thick drool as he mindlessly ass fucked the woman. Her plush cheeks were spread so wide around his knobby member that her flesh had wrinkled to take his size. He had to force down the bile rising in his throat at the sounds of her guts roiling to take his cock.

He had seen a lot of messed up shit working with Umbrella, but this one nearly topped them all. He spoke into the comms keeping his voice calm and clear honoring the strict protocol of the company.

“Shelly the Objective is… held by the infected. Permission to fire.” His finger moved over the trigger of his weapon ready to make the shot.

“Granted.” Shelly curtly responded and with a sound no louder than a snapping finger, he put an end to the horrible sound it was making. With a hole freshly placed between its rolling back eyes, its head tilted back and it fell away from its prey.

He was forced to turn his gaze away from the sight of just how much was sliding out from her. He winced at the explicit sound of a fleshy pop and he seriously doubted they would be walking out with just one body bag that morning.

When the infected hit the floor he gave the hand signal for the all clear and the rest of the team stepped in with their weapons lowered. Evan didn’t need to orchestrate his team. Garret turned and stood watch over the doorway, his bulk easily filling one-half of those double doors.

Kelly made her way to the woman replacing a leather glove with a surgical one. Mark was already unfurling a body bag for the infected blowing out a muffled whistle as he walked past the dead intruder.

All three members of team worked in silence as Evan oversaw them. Kelly was inspecting the woman, the only clothing that remained on her body was her skirt that had been shoved up around her waist and the high black stockings that hugged her thighs with lacy elastic bands.

Her eyes stared forward with an empty gaze and there was a thick pool of drool around her parted mouth. Her breasts were mashed against the deck making them bulge past her sides but even from this angle he could see that they were heavily bruised with clearly defined bite marks.

Mark kept stealing glances at her from his kneeled position and it made Evan’s hair bristle. Then he shot up from his duties and pointed at one of her many tattoos exclaiming.

“Holy shit I-I think I know this girl!”

“You do?” Even felt a sting of pity hoping they were not very close.

“Yeah, but what the fuck would be doing here? She doesn’t do outcalls.”

“Outcalls?” Even asked incredulously but then it dawned on him and he shook his head in annoyance. “For fucks sakes, Mark, I thought you personally knew her.”

“Well we did get personal a few times. Top shelf pussy - if you had the cash to buy it.” Mark chuckled as he moved in closer to look her over. Then Mark dug his gun barrel between her legs to part one of her folds. “Well… it used to be top shelf…”

“HAVE SOME FUCKING RESPECT!” Kelly snapped at Mark as she swatted at him from the other side of the desk.

The tone of her voice made Mark recoil back from the woman until he stumbled over the corpse on the floor barely keeping his balance. Chastised he rounded to continue to bag up the infected with a shake of his head.

“Damn shame.” He muttered before kicking the infected over onto the bottom of the bag.

Kelly gently placed his hand on the girl’s head and used a thumb to gently tug at her eyelid. She gasped when her pupil contracted in response to the flashlight she shined into it. Her hand went to her bruised neck for a pulse and her head snapped to Evan.

“We got a pulse!” Evan gasped at the news, he had already mentally written her off as D.O.A.

“We need to get her out of here. Mark bag it up faster we are leaving right now. Garret carry the survivor.”

Garret turned away from the open door and made his way to the desk. The large man tenderly scooped the woman up and said in a soothing voice.

“Don’t worry we got you… you’re safe now.” She looked comatose as her head hung back limply over Garret's bicep. Her chest looked awful with purple bruises and thick red welts marking her. One of her nipples was leaking blood having its matching piercing ripped from it.

Evan noticed the small deformation in her stomach and hand snapped to his side arm at the sight of it shifting with a life. He grabbed Garret by the shoulder and firmly said.

“Garret – wait… something is wrong here. Kelly - her stomach.” She moved to the woman still held in Garrets arms and placed a naked hand on her writhing stomach.

“Oh my god… what did it put inside her?”

“Should we be worried?” Evan asked her, but Kelly shook her head as she probed at the frim lump in the girls belly.

“No… I don’t think so. Whatever it is - they are too small.”

Even sighed at the new development and had to report it.

“Sherry we have a survivor… but there is a complication. Something is moving inside her. Unclear what the cause is.”

“Really? One moment I’ll need to check with the authority on that one.” It was not often he heard her surprised by something. He pursed his lips tightly in annoyance, now the suits are going to get involved, they always complicated shit.

Mark had already bagged up the other body and he clipped a lanyard to a hook and started to drag it to the front door in preparation. Still, he yanked his ear piece out and clenched it tightly in his fist to whisper.

“A Hundred bucks - we still take her out of here with whatever the fuck is inside her.”

“Are you kidding me Mark? We're placing bets on a living person now?” Kelly harshly whispered right back with her mic in her hand.

“What? she is property of Umbrella now. They won't be taking her no fucking hospital she is dead meat and you fucking know it.” Mark was cold and sadly right on point with his logic, Kelly remained silent.

“We have sent a medical truck to meet with you at the loading bay. Have both of them ready for transport.” Before Mark put his earpiece back in he couldn’t resist chiming in.

“See?”

“Enough Mark you drag the body Kelly Rearguard.” Evan cut in and the debate was over. He took point guard and the team silently fell into formation with one hand on Marks lower back to guide him as he hauled the body. He felt sorry for the man behind him, Raccoon City had affected him badly.

Kelly watched their rear keeping vigilant watch on the space behind them while Garret carried their VIP between them all. Everything was going smoothly and Evan couldn’t wait to get the hell out of this place, the fact they continued to keep it operating in any function unsettled him deeply.

They made their way back into the main hall getting closer to the exit where they came from. A heavy thud from behind the team gripped his heart with icy fingers of dread, something large just fell in behind them. He twisted around into a kneeling firing stance and his eyes gaped at what he saw.

Kelly was prone on the floor her helmet had been split open and her fiery red mane of hair was splayed out over the stone floor. Her mask had been knocked off her face and he could see that she had been knocked out cold from the impact.

Standing over was massive arachnid creature, the body looked like it was composed out wet craggy stone with white joints of meat connecting the hard sections together. It hissed in triumph over the unconscious woman as it shoved one of his massive claws down her tactical vest.

Her body was lifted off the ground when it stuffed its limb under her top. In one savage rake, he watched it strip the woman from her neck down to her crotch with one deft movement. It exposed her body to it, her large breasts wobbled from the violent removal of her clothing

“TEAM EXIT NOW!” Evan’s voice came in loud and clear, Mark and Garret didn’t hesitate to comply and sprinted for the door with their cargo in tow. Evan remained behind and advanced on the mutated spider with his weapon poised to fire. It was all happening so fast as it maneuvered over his prone squad mate.

It was focused on its prize and its parted its fanged maw to close them around one of Kelly’s breasts. The large bulbous sheathes of muscle holding its fangs spread apart and engulfed her tit. Its mouth parts powerfully contracted around her flesh to tug at her so hard, that it lifted her upper body off the ground.

He saw a heavily barbed and tapered tongue was swirling around her in slow rotations to taste her followed by a lewd slurp. Evans roared into his mic failing to control his voice in the moment.

“Sherry! hostile mutant member down! Permission to fire!” The spider was finished tasting her leaving the flesh of her breast pink from its touch. He scowled when there was still no response, she was always on point with her calls something was delaying her on purpose.

It shoved at Kelly’s legs pushing them past her head until her hips were lifting off the ground to meet with the narrow abdomen it was moving over top of her. Its cock erupted from the end of its body a large organ of pale flesh. Its cock was glistening with preslime as it lowered to her sex rhythmically pulsating the closer it got.

His heart sank seeing the wedge-shaped tip getting so close to her naked groin The broadly pronounced crown was sheathed with a small forest of small but sharp looking spines. It drooled a thick rope of its arousal right into her parted slit. His mind battled with the urge to act, trying to undo so many years of programmed discipline.

He fingered the trigger but was could only continue to watch helplessly as it pressed its tip into her making her petals part around its member. Her hips were forced to roll against it when it stirred at her opening, it seemed to be savoring the moment.

The room reverberated with the sound of gunfire and a tight cluster of high caliber rounds smashed into its multi-eyed face. Kelly was a friend, a warrior and member of his squad, he fired again with another controlled burst. The spider staggered back from Kelly with a squeal of agony and the pair of its most forward arms were lifted to protect its self from being stung more.

Evan rushed forward with more controlled bursts until his weapon had one last round inside the chamber. It was keeping its body low ensuring that he only struck its most armored parts, the thing was intelligent even under fire.

He whipped a flash bang at the creature while it was still retreating and rushed in. When he had grabbed Kelly by her ruined uniform, the grenade burst and suddenly there was no more sound, only a fierce ringing in his ears.

Mark and Garret suddenly joined him, they heard him firing and now joined in his decision to act. Spent brass casings rained over the floor as the spider was disoriented and awkwardly scampered away from them on its stilted legs crashing into the reception desk.

They performed a firing retreat while he got Kelly out the door. Garret and Mark were holding at the entrance as the spider started to charge in for them. Garret had his side arm out when Evan tapped him on the shoulder and he twisted out into the open air. He quickly tapped Mark next and he too shifted outside the structure.

Evan was already trying to shove the heavy door shut when Mark joined him and they both put their weight in it to slam it as quickly as possible. The sounds of the large panes of glass shattering rung in his ears as the mutant spider forced its bulk through the hallway.

The door shuts and the bolts slammed into place, then something struck it with enough force to knock both Mark and Even away from it. They both scramble backward and the trio aim at the door bracing for the worst but the door refuses to budge a fraction for the horror sealed behind it.

Even turned to look for Kelly and Garret already had her pulled into his lap and he was rocking back and forth smoothing back her hair. Mark blew out a deep sigh and fell back to lay flat on the concrete ripping off his helmet and mask to breath in the cool air.

“Holy fucking shit… that was too damned close.” He clutched his head to drag his fingers to his loosely cut brown hair.

Evan was silent but his breaths were heavy while he bent over to inspect their downed comrade. He tenderly reached back with a naked hand to stroke his fingers through her scalp. Garret asked urgently with a quiver in his husky voice.

“Is she gonna be ok? Did it… d-did it… hurt her?”

Evan’s shook his head at the question and Garret visibly sagged with relief. Evan felt his fingers getting warm and wet with her blood but when he parted her hair to find the wound, it seemed small from the outside.

“She just got a bad knock on the head, does not seem like much… head trauma is too complicated for me.” He took off his vest and draped it over her as he continued to look her over.

“Pulse is good her pupils are responsive… she might have a concussion.” Still she had been wounded fighting a mutant and that worried him with the clean up crew coming. He grabbed Garret by the shoulders and looked him square in the eyes.

“Get her in the truck before clean up comes if they see her like this… they will want to take her away for examination.” Garret's face tightened up and he rushed Kelly into the back of their black SUV.

Mark was tending to the comatose survivor on a table and draped a trauma blanket over her before he slumped onto the bench. When Evan sat next to him, he was shaking so bad he was struggling to light his cigarette. Evan plucked the lighter from his hands and held the flame still until Mark had nursed a bright cherry to life.

“Just when you thought this job couldn’t get any more fucked up, eh?” Evan game him a firm slap on the back.

“Boss man you got that fucking right… I just when I thought Raccoon City was the worst it could be.” Mark could only shake his head in dismay rubbing his forehead into a palm.

“Fucking suits man, wanted us to leave Kelly like that… with that thing.”

“Evan, report!” Shelly barked over the headset. Evan sighed as rested the but of his rifle against the bench between his legs and cradled his rifle against his shoulder.

“This is Evan here.” There was an audible sigh of relief.

“What is your status?”

“All hands accounted for, no injuries, infected specimen secured, and the survivor is alive.”

“What about the creature that assaulted your team? We heard gunshots despite our orders to not engage it.” The sudden male voice resonated into his ear with a sharp question making his brows deeply furrow. Even felt the hairs stand on end and his blood seethed in his veins. Mark yanked his earpiece off and gave it the middle finger while silently mouthing “Fuck you.” At it. Even tempered his response as he yanked out the magazine from his rifle.

“I had a member of my squad under threat, the command did not register through our headsets.” He slammed a fresh magazine into his weapon while he continued.

“Our weapons were ineffective, we failed to cause significant harm to the Mutant.”

“Good, your team did fine work today, we will be expecting a full debriefing when you get back to base.”

Their moment of rest did not last long as large truck rolled up painted black and carrying a very large and angular rear compartment. When he saw two techs step out and four armed soldiers accompanying them he felt a spike of dread in the back of his mind. He looked to Mark but he was already putting his mask and helmet back on, shit might get dicey.

The tech approached them he was a tall and wiry man with long rubber gloves that extended past the elbow. He flashed them a bright smile when he asked.

“Rough night on the job?”

Neither of them responded and that annoying grin faded as he had to clear his throat. He looked past as they stood there like silent sentries there was now a faint quiver in his voice.

“A-are those the two for retrieval?” He sheepishly asked.

Evan only nodded wanting nothing more than to make the exchange as uncomfortable for the man as possible so he rushed to get the hell out of here. The techs got to work transferring the woman onto a stretcher but the soldiers hung back. He was trying to place why they were here, was it because of Kelly? Could he be overreacting and it was nothing more than a cautionary procedure about what was inside the woman that they were loading into the truck.

Once they had their cargo on board He watched as they pulled away and his shoulder physically sagged. Mark was the one to clap him on the shoulder this time.

“Well, we did it, can we get the fuck out of here?”

The ride back to headquarters was a silent one and the sun had started to rise behind them. Evan was behind the wheel with his one hand controlling the SUV. It was a stressful night, but he found some measure of happiness, he was taking his entire team home.

Garret looked cramped in the passenger seat he was such a bulky bear of a man. He was used to riding in the back and constantly shifted to try and make himself comfortable. Her ran his hand over his bald head and blew out a long sigh looking out the passenger window.

Kelly had the entire back seat to herself and they had her laying across it. He hair was a disheveled mess and they had all used their vests to cover her body. Mark had sacrificed comfort for his wounded comrade by sitting on the floor beside her. He was holding her hand and gently stroking at it though he might be doing it for his own comfort.

Kelly’s weak groan made all three men snap from their thoughts and focused on her with a mix of shock and eager happiness. She clutched her forehead as her eyes fluttered open.

“W-what happened?” She shakily asked while she dragged herself so she was propped up against the door. Evan pulled the SUV over and turned on the hazard lights so he could focus his full attention on her. Mark seemed to struggle to find the word to lighten the blow.

“Y-you got... attacked.”

She looked at herself and Evan could see that confusion turned to mortified terror when she realized her front was naked under the jackets draped over her. She reached between her legs urgently and when her hand re-emerged her fingers were saturated in thick slime. Her hand started to tremble and he looked to them desperately for answers with her eyes filling with tears.

“A mutant… a… a mutated spider must have dropped on you. It tried to get at you like the infected had gotten the woman we rescued.” Even somberly told her and lowered his head.

“Fucking Umbrella suits wanted us to just fucking leave you with it!” Mark snapped in. Garret swatted Mark upside the head and finished far more eloquently.

“But our Captain didn’t let it happen, he made us secure the package and he confronted the arachnid alone.”

“Hey, we helped too!” Mark was quick to add rubbing his head.

“I was getting to that part, Mark,” Garret grumbled having his fire stolen.

“How are you feeling Kelly, is everything OK?” Even cut in between the bickering pair.

“I- I think so, my head is aching, my uhh…” She quickly took stock of herself, her hand went to her right breast and her cheeks flushed. She seemed to dismiss the sensation with a shake of her head.

“Yeah, just a small head wound, helmet worked pretty well if a bioweapon landed on it.”

“Good, just make sure to wash your hair out before the debriefing, we don’t want them thinking any of us got injured.” Even let out a sigh of satisfaction, she was fine.

He turned away from her and got the vehicle moving again while Kelly in the back demanded Mark give her a shirt at least to wear, she had no problem getting him to shed his underwear though. He was glad his team pulled through another mission where everything went FUBAR, it gave him chilling memories of Raccoon City. He shuddered at the thought of monsters like the one he just faced getting at the general population, those large paychecks Umbrella was writing were starting to weigh heavily on his heart.

This was his family though in the SUV and if he did something to threaten Umbrella, he would be putting them all at risk. His face soured reflecting on the one moment when he had almost let Kelly get hurt because of the protocol. He would never let the interests of Umbrella ever delay his chances to save any of them ever again.