Chapter 4: A split up squad bites off more than they can chew.
“I can't believe this, it's been what… a god damned month since Raccoon city?” Mark grumbled his question to the woman he was trailing, his partner Amanda was leading them both through the forest, their six man squad broken into three pairs.”I don't get it… why the fuck do we have to clean up this shit.”
“So? It's our job... stupid. This what they pay us for.” Amanda shot back at him, her words dismissing his complaints. “Besides Mark, this is way better than playing guard dog all the time.”
He relented with a sigh, his falling upon broad curves of her glorious ass, knowing full well he should be keeping an eye out, but it was impossible not to stare, even in full tactical gear it looked fantastic.
“Don't tell me you don't like it… popping the heads of zombies… mowing down mutants.” She clearly loved her work, vaulting over a log and scanning about with her rifle before continuing. “It's the kind of stuff people would pay good money for.”
“Uh huh.” Was the best he could manage in response, not wanting to about the Bio weapons the virus warped into existence. She hadn't moved forward yet, her lithe body was leaning out from behind a tree, his eyes raking over her curvy figure.
“Admit it… this job is kinda fun.” She looked back to him with her large expressive hazel eyes, only to have them narrow in suspicion at him, caught creeping on her and looking so very unimpressed.”Oh… I get it now... so that is why you love hanging back and letting me lead?”
Her accusation made him stiffen, he was standing there like a deer caught in the headlights while she turned fully to face him. She strode forward clutching him by the front of his kevlar vest and pulled him in close. Herm winced head twisting to the side, bracing for a punch, Amanda didn't seem to be the slapping kind of woman.
“Sorry, Amanda.” He said in a pleading tone, His cheeks burning hot with embarrassment, caught in the act of being a pervert towards her.
Thankfully she playfully smirked at him with those full dark lips, they looked so soft when they moved in close to an electric thrill raced up the spine when he felt the warmth of them against his ear.
“Whatever you are just lucky you are cute… why do you think I always ask to get paired with you?” She whispered her words into his ear, the desire in her voice struck him hard in the chest, he wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat. “Maybe you should at least try to keep an eye out mark? We are hunting for B.O.W’s after all.”
She gave the lobe of his ear a sharp nip, making him gasp, his ear throbbed from her attention, she pushed him away her chuckle was low and lusty. Before he could even sort out the chaos of emotions surging through him, she already was walking away and could have sworn those hips were swaying a little more just for him.
“Hey… so… maybe after this is all over. Maybe we could grab a drink later?” He asked her sheepishly already regretting that he had even tried to ask her such a stupid question.
“Nah.” She coldly shot him down, walking parallel to the felled log, her casual denial punched the wind out of his stomach, but then she kept talking. “I got drinks at my place, then I'll show you my bedroom.”
She looked over her shoulder, giving him a playful wink, but also tormenting him at the same time, he wanted the mission to end right there. Asking her was a bad idea, his nerves were shot, hands shaking with barely contained excitement, his heart hammering in his chest
Then he caught movement from the corner of his vision, his head sharply twisted to look at it, his finger moving to the trigger of his rifle.
It was a long crimson serpent, about as twice as long as his arm and just as thick, winding its way over a fallen log and heading right for Amanda, its head was just a sightless beak, gaping wide for her as it approached. He acted without thought, reaching for it, grabbing the creature even as every instinct screamed at him in denial, only to have it coil around his wrist and forearm.
He knew he had made a terrible mistake the moment his hand gripped its body, it struck him so quickly, all he felt was the pressure of its thrice split maw clamping down. He sucked in a breath cursing when the searing pain struck him, trashing his hand, shaking it off to the ground, only to watch it slither off into the underbrush.
He tucked his hand into the pit of his other arm, biting back the urge to scream from the sheer terror he was feeling. A heat was spreading through his hand from where he had been bitten, he knew he was doomed, no one had survived long when they were infected in Raccoon city.
He looked to Amanda, his throat tightening with the urge to cry, tears already rimming the bottom lids. He couldn't tell her, the fiery Latina would blow his brains out on the spot, she never hesitated over such things. Instead, he just kept walking, sweat already beading at his brow from the virus burning through his body.
There was an unexpected sensation coming from his loins, his cock had sprung to life at the worst possible time, growing harder than he ever felt. The way it throbbed was painful like it was going to explode, his mind was clouding over with a lust, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
They had never been told how the virus worked, all of them had assumed it was going to the same thing they dealt with from the doomed city. No longer was he just content with staring at her curves, the need to feel her body, to bury his dick inside her to quench the fire of his loins was too great an urge to resist.
The rifle fell from his un-bitten hand as he rushed up behind her, reaching around her, one hand slipping low, shoving into the front of her pants, clutching her bare sex, the other going high clutching the neck of her vest.
“Mark what the hell man! Hands off the goods!” The pitch if her voice was high in surprise, but there was playful chuckle behind it when she pulled away, turning to face him.
“I-I… need you Amanda… right now.” His words were demanding, his voice husky while he stalked forward with a primal intent to fuck her, stoked by the virus seething in his veins.
“Hey man… I am into it… us. But your timing is really bad Mark.” She was trying to let him down gently, nervously swallowing from his sudden change in character, unable to stare him in the eyes for long while she backed away.
There was a part of him screaming inside, he was aware of what he was doing was wrong, but the urge he felt to breed was unlike anything he could have known. He swatted the rifle from her hand, she gasped in surprise from his sudden lashing strike, the heavy weapon thumping to the forest floor.
Then he was on her pushing her back against the felled log where the creature that bit him had been lurking. His lips shoved into hers, her complaints muffled whiled his tongue playing over plump mouth, coaxing her own to come out and play with his. Their kissing rose in intensity,l with wet smacks of their clashing mouths, his excited muscle pushing past her parted lips, Amanda was moaning as their tongues played in her mouth.
His mouth moved over her cheek and he began to tease her neck with his mouth She wasn't resisting him, her hands were braced against the log to receive his affection. She clearly wanted him, even in a place like this, Amanda was willing to take such a crazy risk, yet she was supposed to be the one with the clear head.
He grinned in delight, the surge of elation had him grabbing her by the tactical vest in both hands and with a mighty pull, he burst the zipper apart, revealing her endowed chest being compressed by a tight sports bra underneath.
“Mark! Slow down… how are we going to explain this when we get back to the others?” She laughed her words, both shocked and aroused by his aggressive hunger, her eyes wide in disbelief at her blown open vest.
“Who cares… none of it matters” He muttered to her, knowing they wouldn't be coming back from this while he snatched the bra from her rack, straps loudly shredding free from the tight elastic material freeing her breasts and tossing the ruined garment aside.
She had a fantastic set of tits, twin mountains of caramel flesh pushing through the gap he made in her top. Their peaks were pointing high, capped off with wide chocolate colored areolas, her chubby nipples were pierced with thick silvered barbells, further enhancing the enticing look of them.
He filled his palms with her softness, kneading his fingers into her with gentle squeezes, teasing the hard points with quick sweeps of his fingers. She pushed her chest into his hands, sighing softly from his massage, giving in to the pleasure of his fingers.
His heart was throbbing with excitement, his hands shuddering from electric thrills racing up his spine from touching her. His cock was achingly pushing at his pants, demanding to be used it on her. She must have seen the twitching tent in his pants and reached for his package, her eyes lighting up in surprise, her fingers tracing over the long length of his pronounced bulge.
“Oh! Wow… Mark… we should have done this sooner.” Her voice was lusty in appreciation towards his size, gripping him through his pants, stroking lovingly over his engorged member.
Once she felt what he was packing, all her reservations had melted away, if she even had any. Her hands went to the front of her pants, unfastening the belt, tugging down the zipper to expose her pink thong. She turned from, pulling her breasts away from the hands worshipping them.
Her back turned to him, she was looking back with a coy smile, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants wriggling her hips while slowly revealing the generous curves of her rump to him. She bent towards the log, pushing those broad cheeks towards him when she braced her hands against it, those long muscular legs were parted to hold up her pants with her spread thighs. The deeply tanned seam of her pussy was sticking out between her legs, the tight split already soaked with her nectar, eager to receive his cock.
“Well, you have been staring at my ass all day. Now come and get it, big boy.” She purred to him while looking over her shoulder giving those hips a wriggle in an invitation for him to come play.
He had to shake himself out of the trance her hips had put him in, moving up behind her, yanking the front of his pants open. With one hand in his trousers, the other already squeezing one of her voluptuous ass cheeks, he pulled his cock free from his boxers letting it stand tall between the flaps of his open zipper.
He gave pause for a moment, staring down at his member throbbing in his hand, brows scrunched at how much larger and stranger it looked. His organ was bright crimson, flesh straining from his virus enhanced lust, bloated so thick he couldn't even wrap his fingers around it. From the split in his tip clear slime flowed freely, the veins along the shaft were rock hard and twitching under his skin.
His need for her was far too great, unable to resist pushing his augmented dick over her plump lips, massaging the head over her pussy, smearing his pre slime over it. Then he shoved hard into her entrance, her opening resisting him for a moment, before suddenly giving way with a wet belch. She threw her head back with a startled cry, rising in quickly in pitch while he smashed his cock deeply inside her. Yet he was not even close to the hilt from the amazing resistance he felt from her tight hole.
“Fuck! Oh fuck… M-Mark… Its so big!” Her moans were pained, yet her hips were pushing back into him, shoving her sopping wet pussy over him, forcing it to swallow the entirety of his beer can thick shaft.
He groaned low, head tilting back from the sensation of the warm velvet of her insides spreading around his cock, squeezing his length while those walls melted around him. He clutched her ass, fingers gouging deep into them, the plush flesh spilling through the gaps between his fingers, using his hard grip to pull her back into his grinding thrusts.
Her pussy was profusely drooling over his dick, squishing and squelching its sticky nectar, soaking his nuts through his boxers, the excess dripping into her pants and soaking over her thighs. He stabbed into her hard, feeling a firm resistance against the head of his member, stuffed to the limit by his size, maybe even beyond it. She was biting her fat bottom lip, whimpering and moaning from the sharp lunging of his hips, her voice sounding more like she was in pain, yet she was a glutton for his punishment, pushing right back into the cock hurting her.
He reached up her sides, palms grinding over her narrow waist, pushing her open vest to fill his hands with her tits, pulling her back while squeezing her softness. Her back was pressed against his barrel chest, his face shoved into her neck as he groaned, showering her neck in sloppy kisses, making her giggle at his affection.
“You are so fucking amazing Amanda, I could this forever with you” He groaned his words into her ear, his voice husky with desire, secretly lamenting he had damned them both over the lust burning through his mind.
She was blissfully unaware of the tainted pre slime he was polluting her pussy with, selfishly using her to get one final orgasm out before the virus ended him. He shoved hard at her making her yelp in surprise, pitching her forward, her body falling atop the log. He followed right behind her, hands braced over her shoulders while he shoved into her, Amanda was trapped between the dead wood and his bucking pelvis,
He was fucking her forcefully, milking frantic cries from the beauty he had at his mercy, her body rocking forward over the log, tits swinging with wild rotations. Then she shouted when she came, loudly announcing her peak to him, again and again, each time her voice more haughty than the last, filled with wild desire, begging him for more.
He was happy to oblige, his stirring shaft had become a blur when his pace quickened, pummeling her insides, his frenzied brand of sex had her groaning brokenly. Her ass rippled with the hard connections, the impacts muffled by his trousers, her pussy gushing over his dick while it became painfully hard, making ready to pump into her.
“Wait... Mark… not inside!” She was gasping her words at him with the realization he was fit to burst, reaching back to push at his bucking hips with an open palm, her eyes pleading with him.
He kept pounding away at her, both hands squeezing her waist in in a crushing grip, keeping her pinned down while he brutally claimed her. With teeth clenched, his mind was possessed with an uncontrolled need to breed with Amanda, the tightening of his loins tormented him, they felt painfully full, close to being released inside her.
Then he stabbed hard into her slot with a pleasured snarl, his organ throbbing mightily inside her, agonizing heat surging up the shaft and spilling inside her. Thick ropes of slime streaked into her passage as she cried in the shock from his betrayal and the intensity of the cream pie she was receiving.
“Fuck… oh fuck… it… its so hot!” She was crying out in panic, her legs kicking at the dirt from the pain of his cum scorching at her sensitive walls. “Pull it out! It's burning me!”
Even as she begged him, looking back to him those expressive eyes were wide and pleading to him, yet he held himself deep inside her, the way she thrashed in his clutches thrilling him. His potent seed was seeping into every part of her shuddering passage, her pussy eagerly contracting around his cock, gulping up the huge mess he was making inside. She groaned while he was pushing his fat load where it needed to go, corrupting her womb with his tainted essence.
Then her struggles slowly faded, her body relaxing bit by bit, body draping over the round shape of the log. Her moans of pleasure returned, but they sounded sluggish, her hips pushing higher to better receive him. When she looked back to him, her eyes were heavily lidded, looking drunk on her pleasure.
“Y-you… came inside me… it… it hurt.” She was trying hard to be angry with him, panting her words, struggling to keep her compare then she fell apart with a depraved moan. “Why… why does it feel so good?”
He didn't have any answers for her and slowly withdrew his cock, her pink passage refusing to release him, slipping out a fraction past her folds. With a messy slop, her opening snapped shut once his cock left it, milky ropes of his cum hanging from the mound of her sex, her lips were swollen pink and flexing from her peak as if still hungry for his dick.
His breaths were ragged, the nerve endings alight with a white hot fire of an intense fever, his clothing soaked with sweat, yet all he cared about was how he was still rock hard, his turgid cock bouncing to the tempo of his heart. The virus had seeped into his brain, pushing out all rational thought, the urge for him to keep using his organ on her beyond any kind of control.
He reached out, what little remained of him between the ears wanted to experience another orifice of hers, grabbing her by the long raven ponytail atop her head. He used it like a bridle to pull her away from the log, she willingly obeyed his demands kneeling before him, her tranquil face brought to his groin.
While squatting in front of him, she clutched him by the base of his dick, knowing exactly what he wanted. The bright agitated color of his organ was recklessly ignored when she started using her mouth on him without a shred of hesitation. She moaned as her silken tongue washed over his length, lapping up the mess hanging off his cock from fucking her, leaving his flesh only glistening with spit.
Then her full lips grabbed at his dick, lavishing it with soft kisses, working her way up to his girthy cockhead. She took him into her hot mouth, struggling to engulf his size, but purring with a desire to take something so large past her lips. Her head was bobbing into his groin, the blowjob was loud and sloppy. vibrant eyes looking up to him, with desire for the cock in her eager mouth.
The broad rounds of her bare ass were nearly touching the ground from her squatting position, the black pants and her pink laced thong were in a heap around her ankles. Her slime glossed slit drooling his white essence onto the mossy floor, the sweet stink of her juicy cunt, a beacon for the sex hungry creatures infesting the forest.
The serpent that bit Mark was still close by, drawn to them by the reek of their sex, its long sinuous body was winding its way through the mossy forest floor. The pair were oblivious to the third party seeking to join them, its triangular black beak moving between her feet before looking up at her exposed sex. Its mouth cracked open in three places, spreading wide like a tripod, a long purple tongue licking the hard edges of its maw, as it savoring the moment.
When it's struck, her eyes bulged wide, squealing around the cock in her mouth, her pink passage skewered by a rock hard wedge with a pitched queef. The head retreated from her resistance with a sharp slop, her trembling hands reaching to clutch her throbbing pussy. Only to have it plunge into her tight slot again pushing another tormented squeal from her throat. Her hands grasped the massive invader, its powerful body thrashing in her clutches, its beak yawning wide at her entrance.
Mark loved the vibrations of her wild cries, oblivious Amanda was battling with a snake ravaging her cunt with its head. He wanted to feel them from the source, clutching her by the ponytail and pulling her face into his crotch. She gagged loudly when she tried to scream her denial, her eyes grew wide as saucers when her neck was bulging with his size. She looked to him desperate for his mercy, only to have him staring right back with only a depraved hunger when he started to fuck her neck
Amanda was caught in a threesome from hell, both her throat and the mound of her pussy were being bulged by massive Intruders, her muffled cries of agony going unnoticed by the duo. Her trembling hands couldn't stop the creature from skewering her entrance. twisting and thrashing the hard sinuous body at her pink meat, bashing its chitinous head against her plush walls, jaws spreading and snapping inside her as it burrowed against the resistance of her passage.
Mark was brutally fucking her face, her eyes losing their focus from what she was experiencing, ulping loudly at the dick surging down her throat between her mewling squeals. She was holding onto the flaps of his pants for dear life, her hips rolling from such aggressive thrashing of the beast trying to batter its body up into her aching passage.
She came violently from such ruthless abuse between her legs, her body wracked with twitching spasms, her walls compressing around the creature wedged inside. It ripped its head from her quaking hole with a wet pop, such sudden withdrawal of something so large made her spray her clear cum over her rumpled pants with a shuddering moan.
Then she felt it's hard spear tip thrust up her winking hole again, her pussy belching loudly when it split her plump folds wide open with its size. Her eyes rolled back, lids fluttering from a mind blown away by the brutal spit roasting she was receiving, her body wracked with twisting spasms. Her arms went limp in complete surrender to their desires, her depraved moans purring around the cock pumping at her face.
She was no longer fighting it, her hungry mouth sucked and slurped at his cock, drooling over his dick, thick ropes of his slime and her spit were hanging off her chin, the fat gobs breaking free to splash over her tits. Her hands reached back, clutching the cheeks of her ass, spreading herself open to the creature under her in invitation.
Mark was giving it hard to her neck, like a man possessed, hands clutching the back of her head, fingers squeezing at fists fulls of her hair, strangling Amanda with his organ. The snake was sliding in deeper, stretching her passage out testing the limits of her fuck hole in every way. All she had left to offer it was the firm pucker of her cervix, which it did not hesitate to mercilessly stab with its beak.
Amanda was barely conscious while they continued to use her body like she was nothing more than a sex doll, her limp arms swaying from her forced deepthroat, pussy squelching from the massive creature wriggling at her insides. She groaned from the pain of it prying open her cervix with its beak, the creature was fixated on trying to slither its way onto her baby chamber. Mark had gone feral, his need for pleasure stoked by the virus beyond his mental capacity, the madman was slamming his pelvis into her stunned face, depriving her brain of oxygen.
Then her barrier gave way, its head pushing into the spongy soft void of her uterus, its wide body quick to follow, the contracting lips of her pussy making it look as if it was devouring the serpent. Her body was wracked with quivering spasms when she felt the beast coiling inside her core, filling up her chamber with many feet of thick muscle. Her flat midriff was losing its shape, rounding out into a full belly, pushed past her torn open vest, looking well into a late term pregnancy.
Her mouth went slack from the sensation of such an immense invasion of her womb, groaning mindlessly as its strong coils relentlessly pushed at the stretched walls of her stomach. Her swollen midriff was moving restlessly, the shape of an alien body inside her delineating her taut stomach, leaving the flesh flushed pink where it pushed.
Then Mark suddenly held her face tight against his crotch, his cock turning steely hard between her dusky lips. With a low groan, his member rhythmically pulsed in her neck, forcing Amanda to swallow his molten cum with strained gulps. Her eyes partially rolled back with a vacant expression, his ropes of slime seeming to be never ending, the heat of his release radiating from her stomach
When Mark finally relented from fucking his orgasm into her face he pulled her mouth off his dick, the cockhead tugged from her pouty lips with a wet smack. He untangled his fingers from her hair and she collapsed forward, her bloated stomach pushing between her parted thighs, her bare tits spreading over the mossy ground. She was laying there, her breaths ragged gasps, insides loudly churning from the monster moving inside her.
Mark didn't care about the way her body was groaning and gurgling, or how her stomach would twist and bulge with hard loops of muscle. The virus had all but melted away his gray matter, the only remaining instinct driving his body was the urge to fuck her holes. It was his only drive moving his body, making him keel behind Amanda, hands pushing the cheeks of her ass, spreading them to take aim at the dark chocolate pucker of her asshole.
Already the infection was taking its toll on his cock, the shaft was mangled with purple bruises, the veins were ruddy black, the head of his cock had broken out with red fissures, black tumors growing from between the cracks, studding his bloated tip. He rammed his warped dick up her ass, spreading out her pucker so quickly the ring of muscle shuddered when it surrendered her bowels to his cudgel.
He was grunting like a primal savage while coring out her guts, the walls of her ass were stuck on his dick slipping in and out past her meaty ring. He was fucking her backdoor hard and deep, pelvis sharply cracking against the broad curves of her backend, punching his cock to the hilt, the tumor studded crown raking over the thinly spread membranes.
Amanda was being shoved forward by the force of his thrusts, her hands clutching fists full of the mossy ground, depraved groans spilling from her lips from the internal abuse. Then she felt the creature's rock hard beak spear through her maidenhead and into her passage with the intent to leave her. She gurgled her scream, it felt like was going to be torn in half, pissing herself from when the fattened up snake tunneled through her.
Its massive head erupted between her red and swollen lips, stretching them so thin, they lost all their color, its mouth yawning open with a screech. Then it slithered between the legs of the unwelcome guest fucking its host up the ass, red coils wrapping around Marks torso, each band as thick as his thigh, squeezing him so hard his ribs crackled and popped.
Yet he was still bucking his hips into her, heedless of the pain from his collapsing rib cage, wheezing his last breath while the serpent angled its beak above his head. It snapped its jaws over his skull, popping the case of his brain with a crunch, sending shards of bone through his gray matter.
He came inside Amanda while he was dying, pouring every last drop from his nuts into her asshole, his body convulsing as the monster feasted on his head. Marks headless corpse fell back, taking the beast with it, its maw reaching into the ragged stump of his neck, snapping and pulling chunks of muscle and flesh away, its beak tilting back letting its meal slide down its gullet.
Amanda was blissfully unaware of the grizzly feeding taking place behind her, the wet ripping off flesh and sharp snapping of bone barely noticed by her sex addled mind. She was sorely missing the full feeling inside her body, rubbing the hot flesh of her stomach, needing something inside her. She rolled onto her back to play with herself, trying to stave off the craving with her fingers.
Suddenly she found herself would up in an embrace of pure muscle, the serpent binding the busty Latin beauty with three mighty coils. She groaned from its gentle squeeze, her tits resting atop one of the coils. The lower portion of its long body slid between her legs, pushing them open, brushing the flat underbelly against the folds of her sex.
She sighed out from the rigid bands of its stomach rubbing against her delicate petals, its grinding becoming more excited with every push. She was laying on her side one leg pinned under its tail, the other draped over the top of it while it continued to dry hump, Amanda.
She offered up no resistance while one of those ridges split apart, opening with a musky stink just below her nethers. Twin prongs of flesh, white as milk slid from their hiding place in its body, their narrow points finding their own tight entrance to prod against, then they skewered into them. She cried out from the sudden double violation, tortured holes spreading out once more to slake the lust of a ravenous monster.
Each shaft pumping into her was flanked with aggressive ribbing, those stiff fleshy ridges sawing at her softness, pulling the out the sleeves of flesh it was fucking from her bruised holes.Her head was tilted back, hanging limply between her shoulders, her panting was frantic as those spires surged from the slit with contractions from the serpent's belly. Its sightless head was hovering over her face, crimson streaks of wet gore staining the beak, tatters of meat hanging from the corners of its jaw, seeming to be watching Amanda's reactions while it ravaged her.
It was ruthless in its conquest, impaling the buxom beauty riding atop a loop if its long body, her stomach pushing out, insides displaced by its immensity. Her loosened cervix offering no resistance to the cock plunging past it, punching into the limits of her malleable chamber. Her guts fared no better, pulled out of place by the cock shoving inside, her slimy bowls reduced to nothing more than a sock for its long spire.
Her body jerked in his coils, mouth hanging slack from the waves of euphoria slamming into her skull, insides loudly churning from her soft bits being shoved about by the hard poles ramming into her body. She was smiling while the creature wrecked her with its organs, a rictus grin of pleasure induced insanity.
Its prongs were expanding, pulsing forcefully at her limits, the ribbed sides of its cock tenderizing her flesh when it drove them more rapidly each time. Then it screeched with pleasure flooding Amanda with mutated seed from both ends, her own frenzied cry joining the beast with her stomach rapidly expanding, her tanned flesh squeezing through the gaps of its coils.
So much roiling seed was surging inside her, it had her retching loudly, her throat contracting, trying to keep the snakes seed down, but there was just too much to keep in. She gurgled loudly when the serpents thick cum burbled up from her overfilled stomach, flowing over her cheeks and chin to spill all over her tits.
The twin spires retreated from her, slipping back into the split in its body before gingerly placing Amanda back onto on the cool floor, untangling the coils from her. Her back was on the ground, head tilted to one side, chin resting on her shoulder, her hazel eyes were glassy, lidded heavily from her ordeal, and staring listlessly into the forest. Her tits were glazed with the monster's cum, the slime steaming from her chest. Her stomach was obscenely bloated, flushed pink from stretching so quickly, marred with purple bruises.
Her fertile womb was quickly made host to a swarm of tiny identical versions of the monster that impregnated her, wriggling against the thinly spread walls containing them. She was stroking her stomach, a wonderful feeling of satisfaction washed over her feeling the flutters of life deep in her core, their father already seeking a fresh female to fuck senseless.
Kelly and Trish were side by side, rifles tucked in tight against their shoulders, aiming down their sights and sweeping their weapons from side to side, scanning the treeline in front of them. Their footsteps were slow and cautious, waiting before they took the next, barely making a sound as they approached the source of the screech they had heard.
Kelly was the taller of the pair, red curls hanging past her shoulders about her shoulders, her keen green eyes darting about, checking for threats. Her uniform was tightly fit to the curves of her body, pants tucked into her boots, vest hugging her frame gloves taped to her long sleeved undershirt.
Trish was a petite woman, barely five feet tall, her messy hair was shortly cropped above the ears, her blue eyes looked tired, fixated forward almost seeming bored with the task. Her uniform was baggy because of her size, umbrella didn't exactly have a lot small fighting woman, the hem of her pants was caked in muck, her gloves had their index and middle fingers cut off.
Yet even though they were trained soldiers, when Kelly saw Amanda slaying sprawled out on the ground, she broke into a mad sprint for the downed woman.
“Kelly you fucking moron!” Trish shouted at her partner but didn't give in to the urge to pursue her, keeping her rifle raised while she approached more cautiously.
Kelly was bent over Amanda, her blue eyes darting over the Latinas figure, unsure of what she could do to help her. Her stomach was massive, bright crimson in color with her veins bulging at the surface, looking fit to burst with whatever was inside her.
“What do you think happened to her?” Trish asked Kelly from behind, looking at the woman's ravaged body with morbid curiosity. “Never seen anything like this before.”
“I-I don't know.” Was all Kelly could say in a hushed voice before tenderly laying a gloved hand over the taut sphere of the woman's stomach.
Then it shuddered with alien movement from her touch, countless lumps suddenly forming over its round shape, Kelly could only watch in horror as those movements became more frenzied. Amanda was moaning, the sound of her voice disturbed Kelly, they were noises of pleasure over their bodies shifting, her legs parting wide while she clutched the sides of her stomach.
“H-Holy shit… Kelly… t-this... is some really fucked up shit.“ Trish was backing off, there was a quiver of fear in her voice, her eyes wide as saucers from what she was watching.
Kelly was thrown into a panic, her hands pressed to Amanda’s stomach like she was trying to hold in the tide of alien things inside the woman, unsure of what else she could do to help. Amanda was writhing on the ground, moaning while cradling her shuddering stomach, her eyes cracked open, but her gaze was distant.
“Amanda, what's happening, talk to me girl what did this to you?” Kelly asked the woman, grabbing her by a hand, only to have Amanda squeezing hers in a vice like grip, looking back at Trish and screeched at the other woman “Don't just stand there, fucking help us!”
Trish didn't budge, standing away from them with a stunned expression, her breaths coming rapidly in fear, her eyes gaping horror at Amanda’s wildly shifting beach ball of a stomach. She just shook her head in dismay, unable to cope with what was happening, so many questions were flying through her head and she didn't want them answered.
“Oh god… there's so many inside me!” Amanda said through labored breaths, drawing Kelly's attention back to the pregnant woman rocking her swollen back and forth while countless things loudly churned just under the thinned membranes of skin.
“Kelly let's get the the fuck outta here before she fucking pops!” Trish shouted at her partner, her voice demanding, a knot of pure dread sitting tight in her stomach when Kelly didn't even look back, her face hardened with a grimace. “Fuck it… I'm leaving”
Then Amanda's back arched, wailing out with such a noise, Kelly couldn't tell if it was from agony or bliss, she clung on to the woman's hand, even though every instinct was telling her to run with Trish. There was a messy squelch between the Latinas spread legs, when Kelly looked, she regretted it. A half dozen fat crimson snakes were splitting Amanda’s pussy open, their writhing bodies sheathed in a pink froth, their wet beaks snapping with sharp clicks at the air.
Kelly pulled away from Amanda, snatching her hand back in a gasp of disgust, falling back onto her rump as more of the creatures poured out between the woman's quaking legs. Then they came for her, moving so quickly by the time she did react, they were already moving up her calves.
She whimpered in terror, reaching out to push them off, but their coils were too strong, their sharp beaks plucking gaping holes in her black pants. Then she felt the hot sinew of their bodies moving over white as milk skin of her calves, slithering higher past her knees, pushing the hard wedges of their heads over her inner thighs.
“Oh god… Trish! Help me! Please!” Kelly frantically begged for her salvation, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her legs entangled in writhing red bodies, oblivious to the fact her partner was already gone.
Their beaks struck at Kelly’s slit, pinching the meat of her thick pussy lips under her silken black panties, yanking hard on her petals to rip at the fragile material. She squealed from the abusive bites she was receiving, clutching her crotch in agony when they marked her sex with bright red welts of raised flesh.
She kicked her legs wildly, shrieking when they began to burrow inside her holes, packing her openings with thrusting snapping beaks, spreading her softness open with their powerful bodies. Her hips bucked from the brutal invasion, head thrashing from side to side, clutching fists full of her fiery red hair when it felt like her head was fit to burst from the overwhelming experience.
Then an orgasm detonated from her core from the torturous stretching of her pussy and ass, the pleasure surged into her gray matter with such force it was like a punch to the back of her skull. Her pussy was trying to drown them, gripping the bundle of thrashing cables tight, drawing them in deeper into her plush hole.
A groan purred from her lips, her mind debilitated from the pain and pleasure clashing in her head, body growing unbearably hot, sweat beading over her skin. She needed to get her clothes off, the pants were too tight, filled with slimy snakes, she opened it up with trembling hands, then pushed it down over her ass.
While she was pushing her trousers past her thighs, she saw the tangled mass of writhing bodies between her legs. They had churned her nectar into a thick froth, she couldn't even see her pussy under so many of them, the mound of her sex was moving with countless heads taking turns reaching inside her.
They were toying with her, playing her in holes licking her from the inside, it was torture to feel such pleasure coming from so many monsters using her body like a playground. She groaned in defeat, collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud, giving in to it, letting the snakes explore her.
They took advantage of Kelly in her mentally weakened state, slithering deeper inside prodding her in places never touched before then licking at them with powerful tongues. They used their bodies to shove her legs apart, making room for more of them to eagerly explore. Her ass cheeks were spread open three of them were sliding past the tight ring, her guts pulling them in completely.
She was losing her mind with pleasure, unable to control the writhing of her hips, panting feverishly while one orgasm bled right into another. The more they stretched her out, the more they would fill her, pushing what she thought was her limit again and again. They had her cunt stretched out just as badly as Amanda, half a dozen head packed into her yawning cunt, and she loved how intense their every movement was inside her.
Then they began to push in deeper, no longer content with just teasing her, they began to slip inside her womb and even more vanished up her hungry asshole. Even as her insides groaned and gurgled from taking so many living things inside her, she moaned in pure delight over it.
Her tight vest was expanding, filling up with wriggling snakes, straining the limits of the zipper, then bursting it apart with her expanding midsection. Kelly went silent, her face lost in the bliss over the experience of becoming a busty host to the swarm violating her.
Then her neck bulged, gagging loudly on the snake that burrowed through her entire digestive tract, gurgling her scream of shock when it pushed into her mouth. Her cherry red lips parted to a black beak, its maw opening wide in triumph. eyes rolling back into her skull, strangled by its body, cumming hard and spurting her nectar over the snakes between her legs.
Both Amanda and Kelly we're writhing in bliss their bodies smothered in wet ropes of muscle as they grew larger and more powerful. Their minds were completely gone when they began to fuck them, packing her their loosened holes with hard breeding organs, bloating their bellies with cum until they couldn't hold anymore inside and it gushed from their pussies and flowed from her gurgling mouths.
Soon they were both fat with a new swarm of snakes, eagerly pushing at their taut flesh to repeat the process.
Trish was running for her life, alone in the forest filled with all kind of horrors, wanting to use her body with the same goal as those snakes had for Kelly. They had never been told what the virus was, they were only told it was an outbreak and they were supposed to clear it out.
She could have never imagined that something could have ever been as bad as Raccoon city, but she had been proven to be utterly wrong that morning. In her panic to get away she barely made out the strands of silk hanging before her, but she was running so fast she couldn't stop herself from running into them.
She shouted in alarm when she ran full force into the sticky cables, her body becoming entangled in the webbing. Her frantic thrashing was only making things worse, her limbs were only gathering more threads of the sticky silk, arms and legs splayed out awkwardly, one higher than the other, helpless to the creature that laid the trap.
The blonde did not have to wait for long for the spider to come and claim its prize, emerging from the tall tree canopies above her. Its body was massive, black carapace, the many orbs of its eyes glistening in the morning rays of the sun, orange hairs sparsely reaching all over its body and eight limbs, its abdomen was narrow indicating it was a he, if she was betting girl, he had a cock and was going to use it on her.
If she didn't have a fear of spiders already, she certainly did then, screaming her lungs out in absolute horror, her striking blue eyes as wide as saucers. She was flailing wildly as he approached her, his fanged mouth drooling in anticipation, but she knew it was not out of hunger, he was going to do something far more terrible with her body.
Sure enough, he moved onto the ground behind her, her body supporting its weight while it stood on a pair of hairy stalks. The remaining six legs set to the task of stripping her down, the ends of them were tipped with sharp hooks, making easy work of her loose fitting clothing.
She was screaming for help, sobbing in desperation while it skillfully shredded apart her uniform, dropping the ragged tatters to the ground. She regretted ever leaving Kelly behind, certain that the spider was her punishment for abandoning her partner.
Her torso was nude, perky tits rising and falling with her frightened breaths, her bare slit exposed to the tip of the abdomen moving under it, legs being drawn apart by his hooked claws. She could only watch helplessly when his huge cock was pushed forward a long pink organ glistening with clear slime. The head was shaped like a cone, the crown wreathed in a forest of barbs, the shaft heavily rooted with purple throbbing veins.
She whimpered at the sight of his inhuman organ, pulsing eagerly to be inside her, just inches away from her tight seam. Then the spider struck hard, punching into her pampered sex with cruelty, his hard dick prying her open, squeezing past the resistance of her entrance with an awfully loud slurp.
She wailed in agony, getting fucked hard and deep by the arachnid, the spines scraping at her tender walls, her pussy queefing and squishing around his thick meat. He was pushing too far into her shallow cunt, brutally renovating it to take his impossible length. Her screams of torment were rising in pitch, the spines were raking her raw setting her insides on fire with pain.
Yet the spider was demanding her pussy to take more, her body jerking when he smashed into her, all she could do was whimper as warm tears streaked down her cheeks, he was going to kill her with his dick. The arachnid would pause for a moment leaving the throbbing organ wedged inside her, veins twitching over her sensitive walls.
Then it started pummeling her insides with renewed vigor, violently rocking her body with the power behind its thrusting abdomen, Trish was reduced to groaning brokenly from his brutality. She couldn't believe it, the spider was holding back his orgasm, prolonging her suffering for his selfish pleasure. Over and over he would do this to her, stopping for a moment, then savagely fucking her again in a long fit of feral sex.
He was fucking her brains into mush, too stupid to tell if was pain or pleasure pulsing between her legs, either way, she was moaning for more, squeezing her cunt to better feel the shocks those spines would deliver to her system. Her pussy was melting around him, gushing with sloppy belches, her pink walls were red and swollen making her cunt a nice squishy hole to fuck.
His white hot eruption was shockingly sudden, the arachnid showed no signs of pleasure or quickening of pace, just a mechanical undulation of its organ inside her body. The heat washing into her was amazing, she moaned deeply from each burst deep in her core.
The low part of her stomach swelled up just under the navel with his hot gift, then his cock limply fell from her aching pussy with a slop. Her core was throbbing, her breaths coming in heavy pants, yet she knew it wasn't over, the heat was only rising in intensity.
She was left alone still hanging in the web, her pussy leaking tar like arachnid spunk down one thigh with something growing inside her. She was keenly aware of the sensations of her baby chamber being stretched and the strong flutters of movement inside her. There was a single heavy weight deep in her core and it was happening quickly, already she could feel its many limbs as it stirred.
Her stomach was swelling up, all she could do was watch it grow, the way it was moving was giving her a perverse thrill as the virus warped her mind into a receptive surrogate for her mutated child. Her head tilted back with a shuddering moan, the weight she felt in her body was becoming uncomfortable, her midsection becoming taut and round.
Her breaths became labored, her stomach writhed with her large child moving restlessly, every movement sending waves of bliss over her messed up mind. The lids of her eyes were heavy with pleasure, had she known how good it felt to be knocked up, she would have eagerly impaled herself on the spider's cock.
There was a surge of warm fluid between her legs, her water had broken, the walls of her uterus compressing around the freak inside her. She groaned brokenly from the first contraction, her body pushing at the thrashing creature, its every movement visible from her flushed pink stomach.
The contractions grew in intensity, her groans giving way to pleasured cries when her child pried open her cervix to receive its massive head. An orgasm ripped through Trish’s body, the nerve endings along her spine went alight with electric tingles, arms and legs quaking in their silken bonds.
The baby was forcing its way through her passage, her breaths came in strangled gasps, head dangling between her shoulders when the size of her mutated child. Long black hooks slid out from the seam of her pussy, spreading out her pink petals, gaping her winking opening, little by little, she was being stretched open, being forced to give birth to her child
The bones of her pelvis groaned from the stress of a misshapen head squeezing through her entrance, her mouth gaping in stupefied awe when it felt like she was going to be torn asunder. Her pussy was being pushed out of place, unable to open wide enough to deliver her child, her parted legs unable to open any further in the webbing restraining her.
The muscles tore along her entrance, her tight hole went slack losing all its strength, she let forth a wail while her broken cunt gushed a hot spray of her nectar, cumming powerfully when her baby broke her. The lips of her ruined hole rolled back over its head, the rest of its body was quick to follow, hitting the forest floor with a wet smack.
Trish's body went slack in their bonds, head falling forward, her child nowhere to be seen below her, chest heaving with ragged gasps, beads of sweat streaking down her glistening body from her ordeal. She barely noticed the spider had returned pulling her hips over top the point of his abdomen, then driving his organ deep into her ragged hole.
The whole process began anew, her body was being savagely violated by the arachnid, the pink after birth clinging to his hard spire, churning it into a froth. The sound of the spider plundering her sloppy cunt filled the forest, she would give him as many young as her body could handle, then he would find another use for her when she couldn't.