Captured (The Eros Initiative - Chapter 19) by Baldwolf

Chris Redfield came to and was strapped to a cold, steel table. A single bare bulb hung above him and was the only source of light in the dimly lit room. "Welcome back, Chris," the eerily familiar voice said from a darkened corner. "I have to admit that I was never quite certain what I would do if I had you like this. But now that it's a reality...now that I have you naked and restrained, I know exactly what I want to do!" Albert Wesker hissed as he stepped into the light.

Chris' eyes widened with terror as he watched his arch-nemesis strip naked and approach him; stroking his swollen 12-incher wickedly. "Oh don't worry, you will die today, Chris...but not before I completely degrade you and make you beg for mercy," the vile megalomaniac taunted. "NOT GONNA HAPPEN, WESKER! You can do whatever you want to my body, but you will NEVER break my spirit!!" Chris growled back. Wesker just chuckled and slowly walked along the right side of the table; dragging his fingers over the hero's thigh, then abs before stopping at his nipple. "Oh, and just in case you get the urge to try something stupid...like escaping," [WHAM!! CRACK!!]

"AAAHHHHHH!!" Chris screamed as Wesker hammer-punched his abs and cracked two ribs. He continued walking around the table and then stopped on the left side, next to Chris' head. Grabbing a handful of hair, the madman lifted the hero's head up as he bent down to whisper, "Your constant interference is at its end. Savor these last few moments, for that is all you have left." [THUNK!] Chris grimaced as his head was slammed back down onto the steel table. "Only a few seconds? That's as long as you can last? No wonder you're so angry all the tim...UMPH!" he teased before Wesker grabbed him around the throat. "Continue with your insipid banter and I'll rip out your tongue...eventually that is. I still expect you to service my cock for a while. After all, you seemed to have learned quite a lot from my zombies."

With his captive still in a great deal of pain from the broken ribs, Wesker untied his wrists and ankles before callously spinning him around and flipping him onto his stomach over the table. "I do hope this hurts a lot," he said calmly just seconds before plunging every last inch of his un-lubed prick deep into the helpless hero. "EEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!" Chris hollered as the bone-dry missile ripped through his unprepared hole, but it wouldn't stay dry for long. The brutal entry caused internal bleeding, and the presence of the warm fluid only served to further arouse his attacker.

Luckily for Chris, Wesker's cock was starting to ooze precum, and a lot of it. His perverse excitement over raping his arch-enemy was at least providing the hero with some lubricating relief, but the relief wouldn't last long. As the thrusts became more violent so did the villain's manhandling of his prisoner. Wesker reached out with both arms and grabbed handfuls of hair, and then with each brutal thrust he smashed Chris' face into the steel tabletop. Over and over again, the hero's head collided with the cold surface until more blood was dripping from his body. The sensation of the tight chute around his 3" thick prick, along with the grunts of pain from his captive pushed the psychopath to the brink and he erupted inside the ruined hole. Massive quantities of his warm, evil seed flooded Chris' guts, but his torment had only just begun.

"I don't know if you remember my apprentice, but he'll be joining us for the next session. He's made such advances in his training that I want to give him a bonus," Wesker quipped. Seconds later, his 5'-11", 155 lb despot-in-training appeared. Leon Kennedy was sporting a long, black leather jacket and dark sunglasses as he walked into the room, but quickly dropped them to the floor before taking position at Chris' bruised and bloodied ass. Wesker walked around to the other side of the table and stopped with his cock just inches away from the hero's face. The two men flipped Chris onto his back with Leon draping the captive's legs over his shoulders. As the apprentice prepared to stuff his 9" curved cock through the saturated ring, Wesker once again leaned down and whispered in Chris' ear, "You will suck my cock clean. Bite me and I'll yank every tooth from your mouth with my fingers...slowly. Accept your fate and this will be over soon enough. Continue to irritate me and you will die even slower."

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The invasion from both ends occurred simultaneously with the hero nearly gagging on the blood-stained shaft sliding down his throat. Wesker was viciously slow with his thrusts; causing Chris to spasm repeatedly from a lack of oxygen. Leon was focused solely on decimating his ass further. He hugged Chris' thighs to his chest and power-fucked him with everything he had; the hero's massive pecs bouncing wildly. The sight of the muscular chest captivated Wesker and he started to punch and knead them sadistically; raking his fingers over the heaving mounds before digging them into the flesh. He pinched and twisted the nipples as if he were trying to tear them from Chris' body. And the whole time he tortured his nemesis, the madman was serenaded by the sounds of the hero's meat-muffled moans of agony.

As Leon got close to cumming, he followed his master's lead and began to abuse Chris' abs. Punch after brutal punch collided with the tight, defined torso, painting each abdominal muscle with deep red welts. Wesker noticed that Chris' throat had become used to his girth so the megalomaniac began to squeeze the hero neck for a tighter feel. He thoroughly enjoyed watching his mortal enemy convulsed violently from the pain and suffocation. He was so happy that he chose to abuse him before killing him, but when Chris tried to fight back by grabbing at Wesker's hands, the sadistic sociopath snagged both arms at the biceps and gave them a savage twist; dislocating both shoulders at the same time. With his prisoner now properly subdued again, the madman went back to choking him; inching ever closer to another orgasm.

Soon Chris was filled with a double dose of retched spunk, but still his torture wasn't complete. Wesker pulled his saliva-soaked rod from his throat and moved back between his legs. The vindictive villain then once again impaled the hero on his prick before pulling him off of the table. He ordered Leon to get behind Chris and double-stuff his obliterated hole. The look of total and complete anguish on his enemy's face nearly made Wesker cum right then and there, but he fought the urge and initiated the final and most volatile fuck the hero would ever experience.

With his legs, arms and head flopping around like a ragdoll's, Chris just grunted and groaned as tears rolled down his cheek. Sensing that he had finally broken the hero's spirit, Wesker said, "Beg me for mercy and I'll kill you quick." "N-N-Never," Chris gasped; the broken ribs causing him a great deal of pain with him being crushed between the two thrusting bodies. "You will submit to me! You are finished! You will beg me for MERCY!!" Wesker hissed; getting angrier by the second at his continued defiance. "F-F-Fuck you-u-u-u," the hero muttered with a slight smirk on his face. "ENOUGH!! I don't need to hear it now. All I need to hear is the sound of your neck snapping!!!" Wesker yelled as he released his grip on Chris; leaving Leon to hold the hero between them. He then put one hand under Chris' chin and the other on the back on his head. "Time to die, C-C-Chrissssssss," Wesker groaned as he started to cum and then gave the hero's head a powerful twist.

[CLANK!]

"Wh-What? What was that?' Wesker mumbled as he was jarred from his sleep. "Here's the hard drive, boss. Just like you ordered," Jack Krauser said after dropping the device on the desk. Stirred from his most pleasant dream yet, the irritated psychopath slowly focused on the battered hard drive, but his eyes quickly focused on something even more disturbing. "NO! It can't be!! How the fuck is HE STILL ALIVE?!?" Wesker roared; glaring at the large video monitor in his office. Krauser turned around to see what he was talking about and realized Wesker was looking at Chris still ensnared by the ravenous plant and still cumming incessantly. _____

Back in Chris' apartment, the hero was completely cocooned by numerous vines while the main feeding bud was securely latched onto his throbbing cock with two smaller feeders clamped onto his squirting nipples. His ass was continuously stuffed with cum-seeds while the large tranquilizing bud still had a firm hold on his head. Amazingly though, the majority of the pollen never infiltrated his lungs. His nasal passages were partially blocked by Krauser's cum, and he was in such a daze after the assault that he hadn't spit out the torn boxers

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from his mouth before the plant grabbed him. Only enough pollen was inhaled to daze the hero but not completely sedate him.

Unfortunately though, Chris was in such a weakened state after Krauser's attack that he didn't have enough strength to defend himself and was easily captured by the voracious plant. As he unleashed the pent-up massive load of semen into the hungry bud, all Chris could do was brace himself for each ensuing convulsion. With load after load drawn from his nuts, the hero was amazed that he was still conscious and not suffering from dehydration, but that was both a blessing and a curse because it allowed the plant to keep on feeding.

For a while, the captive 'cornucopia of cum' had given Seymour, Jr. increased strength which it used to put a strangle-hold on the hero. It slithered all its vines around every inch of each limb and his torso; turning Chris into a veritable garden-style mummy. With no way to break free, the exhausted hero had no choice but to cum over and over again until his body would finally give out. But thanks to a careless mistake by his earlier assailant, Chris' time was not yet up. _____

Back in the office..."It's not possible!! He should be dead by now! My plant should have reduced him to nothing more than a dried out husk. HOW?!? How is this possible?" Wesker shouted as he turned his focus towards the mercenary. "Uhhh...well, you see...um, you said not to kill him, so after I injected the mega-semen serum into his nuts, I meant to give him only one of those hyper-hydration pills, but I might have accidentally given him a couple," Krauser answered; backing away from his infuriated boss. "You stupid fuck! Do you know what happens to a plant if you over-water it? It weakens it and causes its stems to become rubbery and limp. Your incompetence has endangered my plant and has allowed my mortal enemy an opportunity to survive this attack!! Pray that my plant succeeds or..." [SNAP! SNAP SNAP!!] Wesker said fiercely until the sounds of multiple vines being ripped apart by the struggling hero filled the room. Both men watched in silence as Chris fought back against his leafy attacker; taking full advantage of its weakened state. Just as Wesker had feared, the plant's overindulgent feeding had actually undermined its strength. _____

In his apartment, Chris had noticed the plant's vines loosening their hold on his limbs and knowing it was now or never, the hero began desperately straining against the leafy appendages. Sensing the stems starting to stretch and give way, he pulled with everything he had, and when the first vine snapped, Chris felt a surge of hope and energy course through his body. Soon the hero was shredding the plant into mulch. When he was finally able to crawl away from the pot, he still had to pull the last few remaining vines from his ass and then the various buds off his cock, nipples and head. Once completely freed from its clutches, Chris just lay on his floor panting until finally giving in to exhaustion and passing out. _____

Back in the office, Wesker moved towards Krauser and said with terrifying calmness, "Your disobedience shall not go unpunished. First I told you to not touch anything in the lab, but you steal vials of the semen serum for your own use. Then I tell you to simply enter Redfield's apartment and retrieve the hard drive without being noticed, but you decided it would be more 'fun' to rape him. And finally, in an unbelievably inane attempt to follow my order not to kill him, so that he may die at the hands of one of my creations, you actually end up saving him from my plant, with yet another drug you stole from my lab. And you are instead indirectly responsible for my plant's death. Actions have consequences, Krauser. And your actions will have very serious...and painful consequences."

With a lightning-fast move, Wesker landed a chest punch that caused the mercenary to fly backwards across the office. As he hit the floor in a crumpled mess, his boss was already there grabbing him by his throat. In another powerful move, he flung Krauser into the wall which was immediately followed by a round-house kick that sent the big man crashing into the bookcase. Security guards stormed the room with their guns drawn, but Wesker ordered them gone and told them not to re-enter his office under any circumstances. As Krauser

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crawled to his hands and knees, his boss stepped up behind him and said, "You work for me. I am your Master. That means you are my bitch...in every conceivable way."

Krauser's body stiffened when he felt Wesker tear the back of his pants clean off. "Y-You can't do th-this. I- I'm not a bottom!" he cried out. "You are when I say you are," Wesker mused; fishing out his swollen 12-incher. With a quick rub from cockhead to base, the irritated boss-man smeared his precum along the length and squatted behind his disobedient employee. Without another word, Wesker claimed Krauser's anal virginity for his own and drilled him like a cheap slut.

As Wesker squeezed down on his shoulders and pile-drove his ass in a wicked frenzy, the mercenary did all he could not to start crying like a baby. He had never experienced such excruciating pain, nor did he ever think he would be someone's cum-dump. As the fleshy sword pierced his hole again and again, Krauser felt a new level of defiance grow within him. And when his subjugation was completed by Wesker pumping him full of his salty spunk, the mercenary made a silent vow to find a way to make his boss pay. But it wouldn't be that day. Wesker then forced Krauser to suck his cum-covered cock clean before he was permitted to leave the office. Taking the walk of shame towards the locker room as cum dripped from his ass only further solidified his desire for revenge, and when another employee tried to offer words of compassion and understanding, Krauser simply slammed his head through a wall and kept on walking. _____

That same night, on the other side of town, Gino Santoreni stepped outside of the nightclub to take a quick hit of ecstasy along with some other drugs. As the roided-out, overly tanned, faux-Italian clubber snuck into the alley, he failed to notice that he was being stalked. A Beta EZ caught wind of his cheesy cologne and high testosterone level and zeroed in on an easy meal. When Gino turned to head back into the club, he was tackled backwards by the aggressive zombie. The creature quickly tore away the fabric at his crotch and engulfed his tanned 5-incher. The guido-wannabe shot his first load in under a minute, and when the beast went for seconds, he tried to fight back. The Beta EZ easily picked up the 5'-5" snack and slammed him against the other wall, but in doing so, the zombie and the guido crashed into a high-voltage electrical panel.

As sparks flew through and out of the electrocuted Gino, he began to cum non-stop. Though the Beta EZ was stuck to its prey by the strong electrical current, it continued to swallow every drop of the narcotic-laced, electrified spunk until the pair fell away from the panel. The combination of that tainted semen and the surge of electricity had a unique effect on that Beta EZ; it caused its brain synapses to start firing again. Soon the mindless cocksucker was no longer mindless. It began to recall its previous existence as a living member of society, but only for a few seconds. It needed more cum to keep the brain cells working and fuel a total recall.

Just then, one of Gino's buddies came outside to look for him. As Rocco entered the alley, the Beta EZ lunged at him and started to feed some more. With the cum flowing down its throat again, the synapses started firing once more. Soon the beast remembered his name; Pierce Lochlan, and his previous occupation as a corporate lawyer. As it kept feeding, more memories emerged, but its voracious appetite caused the drug-abusing clubber to suffer a heart attack, and he also died before he could give it any more of his seed. Luckily for the Beta EZ, guidos traveled in packs.

Nico entered the alley looking for his pals, but ended up finding their corpses instead. Before he could call 911, Lochlan knocked him to the ground and swallowed his cock whole. The undead lawyer was soon remembering everything about his former life, up to and including his death. He had been an avid cyclist and was out for a ride during a rainstorm. On his way back to his penthouse apartment, Lochlan was electrocuted by a downed power line in a puddle. The powerful surge of electricity sent his dying body flying, and he landed next to an ensconced zombie. The creature tried to suck some cum out of him, but he died before it could, so the EZ bred his ass in a last-ditch effort for a meal. It then left Lochlan's body to rot when it failed to produce a new batch of spunk. An hour later, inside the back of an ambulance, Pierce Lochlan was reborn as a Beta EZ.

Lochlan, being a former genius-level attorney, quickly deduced that he needed cum to keep his mind clear and focused, and followed his undead instincts to fuck Nico for more seed. Having been a true ladies-man when he

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was alive, the lawyer was conflicted about having to suck cock and fuck man-ass for his survival. But being the shrewd businessman that he once was, Lochlan did what he needed to do to survive. One aspect about being a cock-zombie that appealed to him was the new size of his member. The 6'-1" tall monstrosity was sporting a thick and veiny 16" prick, and he loved the feeling of a tight hole fighting against his invasion. After pumping a hefty wad into Nico's ass, Lochlan was pleased to see his prey's balls swell with new semen, and the intelligent monster went back to feeding.

Nico did not survive much longer, but Lochlan was still ravenous. He tried fucking both Gino and Rocco but their corpses offered up nothing new. As luck would have it, the last two guidos came outside, and Lochlan had his way with them. Dino and Vito were pummeled viciously until they lay on the ground bleeding and semi-conscious. Lochlan began sucking on Vito while fucking Dino and then swapping positions. With his memories fully returned and his strength renewed, the cognizant zombie decided it was time to take his meal to go.

Vito was the unlucky one since he survived the final assault. Dino suffered a severe asthma attack and died forfeiting his final load to the monster. Lochlan had determined that he needed to steady diet of cum to remain lucid, and the smartest way to do so was to have his food source readily available. The Beta EZ flung the weary guido over his shoulder and headed for his old penthouse apartment. He knew he would have to stock up on a variety of 'supplies', but for the brilliant beast that would be the fun part.

An hour later, Gino's and Rocco's corpses underwent a familiar change, and two new Beta EZs were born. Their rampage in the nightclub brought the house down...literally, as the patrons panicked to escape; causing balconies and stairwells to collapse. The trapped men made for easy pickings for the newbie nut-drainers. _____

Back at the Chris' place, the hero woke up the next morning to find himself lying in the middle of what looked like an exploded salad bar. As the memories of the previous night's attacks rushed back to him, he struggled to his feet and headed for a shower. An hour later, Chris was surveying his apartment to see what, if anything, the intruder had taken. When he realized that the only thing missing was the old hard drive, a chill ran down the hero's spine. He knew Wesker had to be involved. His nemesis must have been tracking his movements because the timing was too perfect. Chris then wondered why the rapist just didn't kill him. "Big mistake, Wesker," he thought to himself. "That's going to be one decision you will regret."

As he proceeded to clean up his place from the brutal assault and leafy carnage, Chris got a better look at his 'condolence' plant that was mysteriously left on his doorstep after Luke was killed by the Runt. It didn't take long for him to recognize the species as the same one that attacked him and the mercs in the Amazon jungle. "Fuck! Wesker again?!?" he wondered in silence. "How closely he's been watching me?" But before he could continue thinking about that issue, the hero stumbled upon a small treasure. Chris found a tiny capsule next to the cum-soaked couch and his mind immediately returned to that moment his assailant forced a couple of pills down his throat. He began to wonder if it had something to do with the incredible amount of cum he produced for the plant or if it was what kept him alive during that attack. He knew one person that he trusted enough to run the test on the capsule. An hour later, Chris was knocking on Dr. Kraven's door. _____

"CHRIS!!!" Evan yelled as he threw his arms around the hero. "I'm so happy you're back! How are you?" "I'm good, but a little worn out after the mission," he replied with a big bear-hug. "Is the doc home?" "Right here, Chris," Dr. Kraven responded as he ascended the stairs from his lab. "Are you here for a check- up?" "Yeah. That and some other things," the hero answered.

Chris began summarizing the mission and what they found in Brazil. He handed the doctor his copy of the data on the hard drive, who then handed it to Evan to download onto his computer in the lab. The hero then showed the doctor the capsule he found by the couch while describing what happened the other night and asked him to test the pill to determine what he ingested. Then, while Dr. Kraven took various samples from Chris and started running some tests, the two continued their discussion on all his various exposures to infected

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monsters. The doctor voiced his concern about what all the exposure could do to his system and advised Chris to take more precautions.

While waiting for the test results from his blood and semen samples, the doc suggested that Evan go and pick up some lunch for the trio, and Chris offered to give him a hand so the two could also catch up on things. After the pair left, Dr. Kraven placed a call to his financial backer; Nigel Baptiste. "Hello, Mr. Baptiste. I've got great news! Chris Redfield returned from Brazil and he found the data on the Eros Virus. Once we decrypt the files we will have achieved a major step towards eradicating the virus and the monsters once and for all." "Redfield is alive?!? I was informed to the contrary. This is...great news. You say you have the data on the virus now?" Mr. Baptiste inquired; his tone not as excited as the doc anticipated. "Yes, sir. I've got it on my computer now and will be reviewing the data immediately," Dr. Kraven explained. "Excellent. Thank you for keeping me updated on your progress. I'll be in touch," Nigel Baptiste replied before hanging up the phone. The N-Velop Industries founder and CEO then placed a call to his security team. Within seconds, a black van sped out of the parking structure and raced towards the doctor's residence.

Sometime later, Dr. Kraven was walking up the stairs from the lab again when he heard the front door open. "Back already...SHIT!!!" he yelled as several masked gunmen stormed his home. The doctor dove over the couch as bullets started flying, but he wasn't able to avoid them all. At that same time, Chris and Evan were walking up the street with lunch in hand and heard the gunshots. "Stay here and call for help!" Chris ordered as he rushed into the home, but Evan had grown to truly love the doctor and wasn't going to sit back while his lover was in danger.

Chris had his gun drawn and saw one gunman circling around the couch, aiming his weapon low. He fired two rounds at that man and put both in his head. The hero then heard someone running down the stairs from the second floor, and he fired twice more with those rounds piercing the gunman's heart. The third gunman was running up from the lab and zeroed in on Evan, who was just entering the residence. Chris dove at the college student and knocked him out of the line of fire. He then rolled over and fired repeatedly at the third masked man; killing him instantly.

Both Chris and Evan jumped to their feet and started calling out for the doctor. They heard a low groan near the couch and raced over. "NOOOO!!!" Evan screamed as he caught sight of his lover lying on the floor; bleeding out from multiple gunshot wounds. "Gerry!! No!! Stay with me!! Don't leave me!! I love you!!" "L-Love you t-too," the doctor mumbled. "Doc, who did this?" Chris asked as he tried to stop the bleeding. "M-Must have b-been B-B-Baptiste. Only one th-that knew wh-what I was working on. S-Sorry Chris. For- Forgive me. Thought he wanted to st-stop virus too. G-Gave your samples to N-Velop for m-more testing," the doctor muttered; the blood loss taking its toll on his body.

Just then the smoke detectors started to go off. The third gunman had torched the lab in an effort to destroy all the data Dr. Kraven had collected. "FUCK NO!!! I'm not letting them destroy everything he's worked for!" Evan screamed as he raced down stairs into the burning laboratory. "Evan! Stop!" Chris yelled; getting up to go after him, but the doc grabbed his arm. "P-Promise me...you will p-protect him...and f-find out wh-what Baptiste is r-really up too," Dr. Kraven said softly. "You have my word. Now I've got to get you both out of here," Chris replied. "J-Just Evan. I'm t-too...." Dr. Gerald Kraven never finished his final sentence; having died from his injuries.

Chris raced downstairs and found Evan trapped by the fire, but the young man succeeded in grabbing several back-up hard drives that stored the doctor's research along with Chris' hard drive. He also managed to grab the latest vials with Chris' lab work and the hyper-hydration pill. Now all Chris had to do was find a way to save Evan before the house collapsed around them or exploded. Spotting a rolling stainless steel cart, the hero tied an extension cord around the handle before shoving it past the flames towards Evan.

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"Climb on top and cover your head. I'll pull you through the fire to safety. HURRY!! Do it now!" he ordered.

With no time to think about it, the college student jumped on the cart and prayed he wasn't about to be burned alive. With a few determined tugs on the cord, Chris pulled Evan clear and they raced out of the house through the back door. Moments later, the flames reached a gas line in the lab that ignited and caused the building to explode. Realizing that Dr. Gerald Kraven never made it out of the house, Evan collapsed in Chris' arms; sobbing at the death of his lover. Trying to console him, he knew that they both needed to leave the area immediately in case another team of gunmen arrived to finish the job.

With everything that had happened over the last 24 hours, Chris didn't feel it was safe to let Evan stay with him, so they got in the car and drove out of town. A few hours later, the hero was back knocking on Linc's door. "Back already? Missed me that much, did ya?" the merc joked until he saw the look on Chris and the young man's faces. "Jeezus man, come in. What happened?" After a quick explanation, Chris asked Linc for another favor. "I know this is not what you signed up for, but is there any way you could let Evan stay here for a few days until I figure out what the hell is going on?" "Of course he can stay here. No one knows I saw you yet, so no one would think to look for him here," Linc answered. "But what about you? What are you going to do?" "I've got to get another friend to safety first and then call on an old acquaintance for some help. While I'm doing that, I need you to gather as much intel on someone called Baptiste and something called N-Velop. Apparently he or they were behind the hit," Chris explained. "Baptiste?!? Nigel Baptiste of N-Velop Industries?!? Are you sure? They were the financial backers for our trip to the Amazon. Baptiste's medical staff is the one working to save Mace," Linc responded; now noticeably concerned. "You need to find a way to get him out of there until we know what they're up to. Who can you call?" Chris answered. "Knox and Dane should still be in town. I know we can trust them. I'll tell them what's going on," the merc replied. "Good. Tell them to be careful. Baptiste might be as dangerous as Albert Wesker. I'll call you later once I've taken care of the other friend," the hero said before giving Evan a consoling hug; telling him that he will get to the bottom of everything. Minutes later he was on the road again and making a phone call.

"Wendell. This is Chris. You need to pull up stakes and head to these coordinates...now!" After confirming the computer geek had the correct location, Chris continued, "I don't know what's going on, but a friend was just murdered and it might have something to do with that hard drive. Get on the road immediately. I'll meet you at the location," Chris said in the most serious tone the computer geek ever heard him use. Within minutes, Wendell Marks was on the highway; his airstream trailer in tow. _____

Back at Linc's place, the merc finally reached his fellow mercenaries and told them what had happened. After relaying what Chris had told him...and after the duo got over their astonishment that Chris had survived the jungle expedition, Linc convinced Knox and Dane to rescue Mace from N-Velop Industries and take him to one of the safe houses they used in the past. Dane said they would contact him once they were on site. _____

A couple of hours later, Chris was pulling up to a large, but unassuming gate that restricted entry onto the property of a remote mountain residence. He pushed the button on the call-box and waited for a reply. "Yes? How can I help you?" the voice asked. "Good afternoon Dr. Hamilton. It's Chris Redfield. I'm calling in the favor you owe me." A second later, the gate slid open and Chris drove through.

"It's been a while, Chris. How have you been?" Dr. George Hamilton asked as he extended his hand. "I've been better. But you look well. Seclusion suits you," the hero replied as he shook the doctor's hand; noticing that for being in his late 40's, the 5'-10" tall, 175 lb doc was in excellent shape.

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"Well, nothing like being one of Albert's targets to make you enjoy each and every day. And as for the seclusion, once I removed myself from the equation, Mr. Wesker seemed to have lost all interest in me," Dr. Hamilton explained. "Then you are going to hate me for what I'm about to ask of you. A friend of mine, Dr. Gerald Kraven was just murdered by someone he believed was working towards the same goal; to eliminate the Eros virus and the multitude of zombies infected by it. You are the only other person I can trust to carry on his work," Chris said. "Gerald's dead? I just spoke with him last week. I may have gone into hiding out here, Chris, but I never stopped working towards a proper vaccine and anti-virus. Kraven had sent me some of his research, including a few files on you," the doc elaborated. "If you've been in contact with Dr. Kraven then you are probably in danger too," Chris worried aloud. "No, I'm fine. All calls and transmissions were done over a secured and encrypted line. One of the perks to having money is that I can afford excellent security measures. And as for your request, you can count on me. After all, I do owe you for rescuing me from that horde of zombies a couple of years back," Dr. Hamilton replied.

Chris carried the back-up hard drives and vials into the doctor's home and followed him down to his extensive underground laboratory. While the hero gave his new ally a history lesson of all things 'EZ', the perimeter alarm went off. The two men rushed to the video monitor only to discover it was Wendell Marks pulling up to the gate. "He's ok, doc. He's with me," Chris said reassuringly. "And he's here to help you with your research."

After being directed to a secluded spot to park his trailer, Wendell and the doctor were properly introduced as they made their way back inside. Chris then gave them both a quick rundown of the latest situation, and told them that it was imperative that they watch each other's back. The battle to stop Wesker and destroy the virus had already claimed enough lives. After Dr. Hamilton pointed out the room where Wendell could set up his computer equipment, he and Chris returned to the lab to go over a few more details.

"I'll review all of Gerald's files and study your medical history and run tests on the samples he took today, but I will want to do a full physical on you as soon as possible to have my own baseline on your condition," Dr. Hamilton explained. "That's fine, but not today. Also, I need you to tell me what this pill does," Chris replied as he handed the tiny capsule to the doc. "Then check with Wendell on his progress to decrypt the data I found in Brazil. It could hold the key to ending all of this once and for all."

An hour later, after looking in on the computer geek to see how the set-up of his new work space was going, Chris said his goodbyes and hit the road once again. He had his own research to conduct back home. _____

At N-Velop Industries, Knox and Dane showed up and requested to check up on Mace. The receptionist asked them to wait and called Mr. Baptiste, who then came down to speak with the men. "I was just about to call you to give you the news. Unfortunately, Mason's condition took a turn for the worst last night. We did all we could to save him, but it wasn't enough. I'm sorry to tell you this, but your friend has died," the conniving sociopath said. After the shock of the news wore off, Dane asked if they could see him anyways to pay their respects, but Mr. Baptiste told them that since his body had been exposed to the virus, it was protocol to incinerate the remains. There was no body to view anymore. Knox and Dane slowly exited the building and called Linc to tell him they were too late. Linc told them to come over to his place so they could regroup and figure out their next move.

Back inside, one of the scientists caught up with Mr. Baptiste and said, "Per your orders, sir, we have released several of the modified Betas all around the city for field study. All have been tagged with a tracking device so we can monitor their movements on a continuous basis." "Excellent. And what about Megalo-Mace? Have the tests resumed after the unfortunate incident with the last research team?" the boss inquired. "Yes, sir. Once his new drones were captured, we were able to subdue the monster and resume the tests. But with all the extra precautions in place, things are moving a lot slower than anticipated," his employee replied.

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"Very well. Keep me posted on your progress, and let me know when they are ready to dissect one of his drones. I want to be there for that," Mr. Baptiste ordered before heading back up to his office. _____

Out at the shipyard, five dock workers were taking their break when one of the men spotted something lurking atop one of the cargo containers. Boone and Nash decided to check it out while the other three sat back and relaxed. Crawling on top of the container they saw nothing, but as they moved around, Nash made a startling discovery. Before he could utter a single syllable, Kalibus launched its attack and landed several punches to his face and chest. He went down within seconds. Boone turned around when he heard the commotion but suffered an equally quick fate as the beast lunged at him and easily took him down. With two tasty treats lying helplessly beneath it, Kalibus began to drool as it quickly stripped them naked and stuffed both their asses with one of its tenta-cocks in each hole.

Still lounging in the shade, Cooper, Walt and Lewis began to wonder where their buddies had gone. They climbed to the top of the container and were shocked to see their friends unconscious, stripped naked and rock- hard. As they ran to their aid, Kalibus struck again. The creature landed a donkey punch to the back of Walt's head which leveled him immediately. Lewis rushed the beast only to be greeted with a foot to the side of his skull. He hit the deck hard, but before he could get up, Kalibus nailed him with several kicks to his face that ultimately knocked him out. Seeing how easily, the monster took out his pals, Cooper decided it was best to run for help. But before he could climb down the ladder, the creature had grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up. It slammed his head onto the roof deck over and over again until he stopped struggling. The monster now had five enticing meals to consume and it didn't waste a moment digging in.

Kalibus piled the men on top of each other and then forced one of its five 30" long, 2" thick tenta-cocks down each of their throats. As its potent precum trickled into their bellies, the creature continued to shred the remaining clothing from their bodies. After sufficiently pacifying its prey, the beast repositioned them so he could fuck four of the men while it fed off of the fifth. After reviewing its dining options, Kalibus decided to start with something light. It selected Walt first because the 20 year old newbie was quite thin but had a nice cock on him. Once his balls had swelled sufficiently with enough cum, the monster picked up Walt, flipped him upside down and swallowed his curved nine-incher to the hilt. With its prey started to come to, Kalibus wormed its last cock into his throat to allow its precum to seep into his guts. Its skillful lips and tongue brought the young man to orgasm quickly and often, but when the final drops of his seed slid down the creature's throat, it swallowed up his ballsack and bit the whole package clean off. As it chewed on the meaty appetizers, Kalibus tossed the dying man off of the roof of the container so it could begin its second course.

With its cocks still plugging away at the four helpless holes, Kalibus leaned down and gave each of its prey a long, tongue-filled kiss. It did so not out of passion or lust, but it wanted its tainted saliva to keep them in a semi-catatonic state. Once it had pumped another load in each ass, the creature selected Nash as its next meal. The fat man had a thick, pudgy dick and large man-boobs that really caught the beast's attention. It double- stuffed Nash's ass and raped him hard as it clamped down on the left moob; sucking it with such force that a huge hickey formed around the entire swollen nipple. As Kalibus unleashed a double load into the chubby butt, it bit down into the pec and tore it from his chest.

The intense pain snapped Nash back to reality and he tried to fight back, but the creature punched him in the throat; making the simple act of breathing his main concern. Kalibus immediately spun the lard-ass around and inhaled his prick. With blood pouring from his gaping wound, Nash couldn't help but give in to the creature's mouthy machinations; cumming hard several times. While that one victim was feeding the beast some thick, salty spunk, Kalibus never stopped unloading its devious seed into the other three men. After several long minutes, it sensed that its current meal was nearing his expiration date, so the beast chomped off his thick shaft and big nuts and swallowed them down. Then it rolled his dead ass off of the container and immediately focused on making its next choice.

Boone was unlucky number three, which also meant that his poor ass soon felt three cocks tearing into it. From the time he was old enough to have a job, Boone worked at the shipyard. His muscles weren't large but they were rock-solid, and he didn't have a lot of body fat either. But his body was one that had seen better days...and that wasn't just because he worked hard in the sun. No sooner did Kalibus lean over to take a bite

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out of his shoulder, the creature reeled back and spit out his flesh. It hissed with anger at the disgusting taste and snapped the semi-conscious man's neck. It tossed the vile-tasting meth addict's lifeless body to the ground and focused its attention on the remaining two meals.

Kalibus had a hard time choosing between Cooper and Lewis because both were well-built and hung. Cooper had the whole 'burly bear' thing going with the beard, hairy chest and big, beefy muscles, and his thick 10" cock was a bonus. Lewis' smooth, sweaty ebony skin glistened in the sunlight and his perfectly toned body rippled with beautiful muscles. The twelve inch shaft throbbing between his legs was nearly hypnotic to the beast, and it decided that he would be dessert. With its final two courses decided, Kalibus once again filled their throats with its tongue and let its saliva puddle in their stomachs.

The creature decided to focus completely on Cooper and withdrew its cock from Lewis' ass. It rolled the burly stud onto his face and forced his knees underneath his furry belly. With the robust rump now on display, Kalibus buried its face between the fuzzy mounds and slithered its tongue deep into the chute. A blissfully sedated Cooper began to moan lustfully as the beast rimmed his hole; lubing up the pucker ring for what was to come next. But before pulling its face completely away, Kalibus took a bite out of the bubble butt...literally. The searing pain caused Cooper to cry out in agony, but the bleeding bear was about to feel something much worse.

Kalibus' five cocks coiled around one another to form one gigantic shaft, and without the slightest delay, the monster plunged the brutal weapon deep into Cooper's hole. As the meaty missile shredded his puckered ring, the brutish dock worker began screaming at the top of his lungs. Not wanting to be disturbed while it prepped its next meal, Kalibus grabbed him by the throat and began to squeeze viciously. Cooper clawed at the merciless hands, but he couldn't pull them away. And all the while, the mighty cock was decimating his ass. Just as he was about to pass out, the monster shot its quintuple load into his bowels; causing his body to tremble uncontrollably from the seminal surge that had expanded his furry belly. With his balls swelling rapidly and his heart racing, Cooper's mind just went blank at the overwhelming pain coursing through his body. The creature released its hold on his throat and pulled its mega-member from his ruined ass before zeroing in on the pulsing prick of its prey.

Kalibus latched onto the oozing shaft and voraciously sucked on the full length. In such a weakened state, it didn't take Cooper long before his was experiencing the most intense and lengthy orgasm of his life. His body never stopped convulsing as he shot wad after wad of warm, thick seed down Kalibus' throat, but after nearly ten minutes of continual ejaculation, the beefy bear's heart mercifully gave out. With no more tasty spunk to savor, the monster consumed the thick and juicy cock and hearty nuts before unceremoniously tossing the body off the container's roof.

The beast was nearly drunk on spunk and cock meat, but it still had room for one more treat. It dragged its tongue from Lewis' balls, over his long prick and up his tight torso until the monster forced it down his throat. The last man standing gagged on the invading appendage but was soon drifting off to catatonia again. Kalibus spread the prey's legs and rammed its massive tool up his ass. Lewis' eyes rolled back in his head as the brutal pounding began and only sporadic grunts and groans escaped his lips. The creature railed the final hole with sadistic glee; never having enjoyed so many delicious pricks in one feeding before. It soon erupted deep inside the victim and it stared intently at the distended muscular abs and the growing nutsack below.

Kalibus greedily swallowed every last inch of the impressive shaft and sucked on it as if it had never fed before. The creature's lips and tongue ravished the prick while it raked its fingers over the tantalizing dark flesh. Within minutes, Lewis uttered a loud gasp a moment prior to experiencing the similarly devastating orgasm that eventually killed his buddy, Cooper. And as ropes of his salty seed sprayed from his abused prick, Lewis fell into a deep coma but remained alive...at least for a little while longer. With its final prey unable to offer up any more spunk, Kalibus flung the limp body over its shoulder and carried him away to a more secluded setting to finish off the large dick and scrumptious sack in peace. The creature had decided to drag Cooper's corpse along as well so it could continue to feed off of the ample mounds of muscular and beefy flesh. It wasn't about to let either body's pecs, biceps, thighs, calves and buttocks go to waste. _____

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Chris had been driving for nearly an hour when he came upon a detour sign that directed him to take a mountainous dirt road around a multi-car pileup on the highway. Because he was busy trying to get in contact with Linc again, he missed the next detour sign that directed him back to the main road. Instead, as he kept staring at his cellphone to see if he had a signal yet, Chris drove further down the mountainous road and deeper into the woods. About ten minutes later when he realized he hadn't seen another sign, the hero decided he should turn around and go back, but just as he started to make the u-turn...[PWOOM! PWOOM!] Chris struggled to control his vehicle due to a double blowout which caused the car to slide along the dirt road before stopping dangerously close to the edge of a steep hill.

With only one spare tire in the trunk, no service stations nearby and no cellphone signal, Chris had no choice but to start walking. About twenty minutes into his unexpected hike, the hero spotted a small, rundown shack in the valley below. It wasn't much to look at, but there was a pickup truck parked out front and there was smoke pouring out of the chimney. Someone was obviously home. With it getting late in the afternoon, Chris hoped the resident would be a 'Good Samaritan' and give him a lift to the nearest repair shop. As he made his way down a narrow path towards the cabin, he noticed that it was becoming steeper and steeper; requiring him to lean back and use his hands half the time, and when he passed a large tree, Chris wished his hands were free for another purpose.

Before he had time to react, a stocky stranger stepped out from behind the tree and slammed the butt of his rifle into the hero's forehead; knocking him out. Jessup Stanes and his brother, Wilbur dragged the unconscious trespasser to a clearing not far from their house and dropped him next to a unique scarecrow stand. That particular stand was built in a square shape with shackles hanging from the four corners and the bottom beam about 2' off of the ground. "EwwWee, Jessup! We's bout to have sum fun here," Wilbur said giddily; sliding out of his overalls. "You got that right, boyo. And here I be thinkin' we's be having nothing to do tonight," Jessup replied; also stripping naked.

The two brothers were only a year apart but could easily be mistaken for twins. Both were 5'-11" tall and weighed around 280 lbs of fattish muscle. They each had a hearty, hairy beer belly along with a very thick, uncut 8" cock. And while they planned on using Chris as a sex toy for a bit, that wasn't the fun they were referring to. That particular fun required some pervy prep work first. In the meantime, the Stanes brothers decided to show the stranger how they dealt with unwanted guests.

Wilbur draped Chris' unconscious body over the bottom beam of the stand before kneeling by his face. Jessup took position behind the hero, spit a wad of saliva in his hand to coat his cock and then started to stuff the 3" thick shaft past the clenched ring. The sensation of the hefty girth stretching him wide stirred Chris from his stupor, but the moment he tried to yell out in pain, Wilbur plugged his throat. Soon Chris' ass and jaw were loosened up by the chunky pair as their drilling speed intensified. Buried under the bloated mass of the redneck duo, the hero had no real chance to fight his way clear. He just had to endure their abuse until an opportunity presented itself. Unfortunately, it wouldn't come that day.

Just as Wilbur was about to cum, he pulled his dick from Chris' mouth and coated the hero's face and back with his seed. Jessup also pulled out and smeared his spunk all over Chris' ass, legs and lower back. But before the hero had a chance to gain his freedom, a cattle prod was discharged into Chris' back that made his limbs go numb as he hollered in excruciating pain. He was then hoisted upside down and shackled within the box-framed scarecrow stand. His ankles were secured to the upper corners and his wrists to the lower ones.

"What the fuck are you going to do to me?!?" he growled; thoroughly pissed now. "Nuttin' now. Yer just bait fer our target practice," Jessup answered before the two simply walked off and climbed up to a couple of hunter tree stands. With night vision-scoped rifles in hand, the Stanes boys waited eagerly for their 'targets' to come out and play, and luckily for Chris it didn't take the 'targets' long to catch a whiff of the dried spunk on his body. The hero was beginning to lose consciousness again from all the blood rushing to his head, but when his cock sprung to life unexpectedly, he knew exactly what was approaching.

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The Stanes brothers typically listened to a police scanner for any local reports on Ero-Zombie sightings or attacks and would then set out to capture a hiker, camper or other stranger to use as bait to draw the beast into their shooting gallery. "I got me one cummin' round them trees to the north," Jessup whispered to his brother as he aimed his rifle. "Just wait a bit more. I wanna see what it do to that guy first," Wilbur replied; tugging on his pecker in anticipation. "Fine. But don't fergit pa's rule. If we have fun with someone, we gots to let Buford have sum fun with him too...or we's git a whooping," the older brother said. "I know, I know. I just love this part. Them zombies are so nasty," Wilbur responded, now fully stroking his prick. "Put that thing away! You wanna let them know we're up here?" Jessup scolded, and he brother did as he was told. Just then another Ero-Zombie showed up and made its way towards Chris, followed by a third. "YeeHaw...we's gonna git to watch us an orgy tonight!" Wilbur gushed as he watched through his night vision scope. "Just remember we gots to kill em befur they kill the guy, ok?" Jessup grumbled, but Wilbur was too focused on what was about to befall the stranger.

The first EZ cautiously approached the free meal, but when it got within ten feet it lunged at the throbbing cock. As his shaft disappeared down the zombie's throat, the second creature moved in to see what it could feast on. It sniffed at the crusty cum that coated his back and ass and then started to lick it away. The third EZ dropped to its knees and licked away the dried seed on his face. Then when there was nothing else to consume, the two zombies went to work filling the vacant holes. The creature kneeling at his face stood up and forced its thick dick into his mouth; fucking his throat with fierce brutality. The other beast climbed on top of the scarecrow stand and then slithered down Chris' back; stuffing its lengthy pole into his saliva-slicked hole. That zombie tongued his ear while it power-fucked him upside down.

As the first loads from Chris and the two EZs spurted from their cocks, Wilbur just about fell out of the tree stand with excitement. "Lordy be!! He be servicing all three monsters with ease," he muttered. "Never in my life have I seen sumthin' so amazin'." "I know. But it does look like he might drown on all that spunk fillin' his craw," Jessup pointed out. And he was right. Chris found it nearly impossible to swallow anything while being inverted and he had started to convulse from the lack of oxygen. Just then a muffled shot rang out from the tree line and the throat- fucking zombie's head exploded. As its body fell to the ground, a final, huge load spewed from its cock as the undead dick slipped from Chris' lips. The hero gasped for air as gobs of cum poured out of his mouth.

"Nice shootin', Jes. I'm gonna see if I can't pick off the butt bugger," Wilbur whispered; taking aim at the cumming EZ. The creature arched away from Chris' back as it spasmed through the final moments of the powerful orgasm, which gave the mountain hick a clear target. The hero heard another shot ring out just a second prior to feeling zombie brain juice splatter all over his back. The next sensation was that of a massive death-orgasm and his bowels being flooding with a mega dose of undead spunk. Amazingly, the headless ass bandit never fell away from Chris' body. Its 17" long cock was stuffed to the hilt and kept it anchored in the hero's ass.

The final EZ took full advantage of its prey's replenished nutsack and kept on feeding. Chris was in a catatonic state now, but his body still responded to the sexual stimulation. He easily forfeited load after load to the greedy beast and was dangerously close to death, but not from dehydration. The pressure on his brain from blood pooling combined with consecutive orgasms was putting the hero at risk of a stroke or cerebral hemorrhaging. But out of sheer stupid luck, Jessup had grown bored atop the hunting stand and took the first shot he had when the zombie pulled away from Chris' crotch for a brief moment. As the lifeless and headless body fell from the scarecrow stand, its cock sprayed Chris' face with its final load of undead spunk.

A few minutes later, after high-fiving each other for their precision shooting, the brothers freed Chris from the shackles and dragged him to their truck. As they tied his naked body to the hood of the vehicle, Wilbur asked, "We's gonna clean him up before givin' him to Buford?" "Heck no! Let him do it. He never do nuthin' so he can do this," Jessup grumbled.

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Five minutes later they arrived at their mountain shack and dragged the captive hero inside. They secured his wrists behind his back with a pair of handcuffs before opening the door to Buford's bedroom and tossing him inside. "We's got a new friend for you, Bu. Be good this time 'cause we wants to use him again in the morning," Wilbur announced to the darkened room. He could see some movement in the far corner and knew his brother had heard him. "If he be dead at sunrise, I'ma gonna whoop yer ass! You hear me boy?" Jessup followed. "Yessur. I hears you good, big brother," Buford mumbled in the dark. Wilbur shut the door and left the youngest brother alone to play with the stranger.

The soft light from the moon's glow trickled through the wooden shutters on the window and bathed Chris' naked body in its luminosity. Buford became transfixed on the stranger's throbbing, rock-hard prick and slowly crawled towards it. The inbred hillbilly focused solely on the pulsing shaft and started to talk to it as if it were alive. "H-Hi there. My name's Buford. What's yours?" he said, gently taking the prick into his hands. "Are yous ok, mister? You seem kinda warm and sticky," he continued as he grabbed a dirty t-shirt to wipe the unconscious hero's cock clean. "All better now. Can you tell me your name?" Buford asked again; cozying up to the dick. "Oh, you want me to guess it, dontcha? Ok then. Is it Mr. Johnson? No. Hows about Boner? Or Cyclops? Or Popeye? What about Rodney? Hmm...is it Harry? Maybe it's Moby. No. Ok then, what about Pedro? Is it Waldo or Woody? Huh. Hows about Mr. Knobber?" Buford rambled on. Just then, Chris spasmed slightly and a small bead of precum leaked from his cockhead. "It's Mr. Knobber, isn't it? Oh, I'm so happy to meet you, Mr. Knobber! We's gonna have so much fun together...forever and ever. You'll never leave me right, Mr. Knobber?" the mentally unstable hick asked; squeezing the shaft firmly. Again Chris' unconscious quiver and precum stream led Buford to believe the answer was yes, so the crazy brother went about setting up a tea party for his new friend, Mr. Knobber.

About an hour later, Chris started to come to and found himself lying on his handcuffed-wrists on the floor. It was completely dark except for the fading moonlight, but he could hear someone talking and fondling his cock. After his head had cleared a bit more, the hero realized that someone was lying across his stomach and playing with his prick as if it were a toy...and that someone was huge. In fact, Buford was a very big man. At 370 lbs, the shack-bound hick had very little muscle mass; he was practically all flab.

"I really like you Mr. Knobber. You so cute. Do you like me too?" Buford asked as he forced a pudgy digit up Chris' ass to massage his prostate. "Hey! Stop that, gawddammit!!" Chris yelled. "I not know who that was either, Mr. Knobber, but he be very rude to interrupt our playtime," the fat hick said; shifting his weight so he was now lying completely on top of the hero. The rolls of flesh were drooping down on either side of his pinned body. "UGH! Get your fat ass off of m..." Chris started to yell but was cut off when Buford stuffed his extra fat cockhead in his mouth. The thing was as big as a fist...and the cock wasn't even completely rock-hard yet. "Much better. Now we's get back to my question, Mr. Knobber," Buford continued as he resumed finger- fucking the hero.

Chris squirmed under the massive weight but knew there was no way to slide free or fight off the imminent orgasm. He was still primed from the EZ breeding he had endured earlier and his nuts ached for relief. After a few more tender rubs by the plump finger, Chris tensed up and blasted his warm, salty spunk all over his captor's face. "Oh, Mr. Knobber!! You do like me!!" the redneck gushed. "Let me show you how much I like you too." Chris groaned loudly when he felt the captor's warm, wet mouth engulf his cock to suck it clean and then continued to suck on the shaft until he was brought to another intense orgasm. "This is fuckin' insane!! I don't have time for this freak's crazy show! I have real monsters to stop," Chris thought to himself, but the hero would spend the rest of the evening listening to Buford's delusional ramblings and suffering through more sexual torment.

Buford finally stopped molesting Chris around sunrise and went to bed, and just when the hero started to pass out on the floor, Jessup and Wilbur entered the bedroom and dragged him out.

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"Golly, Jes. I can't believe he still be alive," Wilbur noted. "Me neither. Guess we gets to have our fun now too," the eldest sibling replied as they tossed Chris onto their king size bed. The hero was so exhausted that he didn't care what they planned on doing to him. He either wanted a chance to escape or sleep, whichever came first. But it seemed neither would happen anytime soon.

The Stanes boys took turns raping his ass and mouth several times before pumping him full of their inbred seed. After their morning fun, they escorted the captive to the table and allowed him to eat some slop before making him do their chores. With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Chris had to eat his food like a dog which thoroughly entertained the brothers. They then forced him outside where they secured his arms to a yoke and made him drag several large scraps of metal and lumber from one section of the property to another...all while still being naked.

Midday was met with some more unwanted sexual abuse and another tasteless meal, followed by some more hard labor. By day's end, Chris was barely able to walk; having to be carried to a large outdoor tub for a good scrubbing. The two brothers joined him for a bath and proceeded to rape his weary body while they washed him clean. He was served another nauseating meal, again having to eat handcuffed, before being shoved back into Buford's room for the night. It was at that time that Chris realized there was something unusual about his nighttime captor. He was an albino, and apparently one that feared any amount of sunlight. Chris noticed that Buford hid in the corner of his room until the last rays of the sun no longer filtered through the shutters into his room.

But when darkness came, the obese lunatic came alive. He eagerly greeted Mr. Knobber; kissing the hero's cock passionately. "Oh how I missed you!!" he moaned. "I hope my brothers didn't hurt you too much. They only does that 'cause you be a stranger. But once we be married, you be family and be treated better." "Married?!? What the fuck are you talkin..." [SMACK!] Chris started to question before being back-handed to the floor. "That not a nice word. Musn't say that or Pa get mad," Buford told Mr. Knobber as he stuffed Chris' mouth with a dirty sock.

The fat albino lowered himself on top of Chris and began to talk to his cock some more. The hero could see the huge pair of nuts descending upon his face, but when the sweaty set nestled around his nose, he began to squirm violently, trying desperately to get away. But all it took to squash the revolt was for Buford to sit back on Chris' face. The two flabby ass cheeks encompassed his head and he started to suffocate under their weight. Suffering from exhaustion and lack of oxygen, the hero gave in and stopped fighting, and once he started to behave, Buford leaned forward and resume his conversation with Mr. Knobber.

"Where was I? Oh yeah...we needs to be married. You want to marry me, right?" he asked; once again shoving a couple of fingers in Chris' ass to torment his prostate. The hero writhed in unwanted pleasure but was soon shooting another load into the air. "Yes? Oh, Mr. Knobber you make me so happy. We get married right away!!" the crazy redneck shouted. Buford then reached into a drawer looking for something. When he couldn't find it, he dumped the contents onto the floor in the middle of the moonbeam coming through the shutters. While he was busy picking something up, Chris noticed something that gave him a reason to smile. A handcuff key was lying there just begging for him to pick it up, but before he could inch his way closer, Buford grabbed his cock and started to push something over it. Seconds later, the hero felt the constricting 'hug' of a cock ring around his package. "Now Jessup and Wilbur have to be nice to you 'cause we be married now," the hick muttered. "But it's not 'ficial til we's make sum lovin."

Chris' eyes widened when he heard that last line because he remembered how big the crazy's cockhead was, but at least he wouldn't have to stress about for the time being because Buford was moving into position above his cock. The albino hick sat down on the hero's shaft and easily took every inch. Chris could tell by the faded silhouette that his 'spouse' was fondling his own flabby man-boobs and sucking on them as he began to grind his fat ass down onto the hero's crotch. He wanted the freakish nightmare to end, but with his hands still bound and a nearly 400 lb horn-dog bouncing on his dick, there wasn't much he could do to stop it.

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Several minutes later and Chris was shooting his first load into Buford's ass which made the hillbilly squee with delight. "Oh Knobby, you do take me as your hubby!! Now be my turn to show you my love." Buford slid off of the cum-slicked cock and covered Chris' upper body with a blanket. He wasn't interested in looking at Chris' face because he only had eyes for his prick. The hick then began the slow process of trying to force his 4.5" thick, 9" long rod into his husband's hole. The hero started to moan and grunt frantically as the mammoth member started to stretch him to the breaking point. Gobs of precum oozed from the piss-slit but it still wasn't enough lube for the monster dick. Buford began spitting wads of saliva onto the cockhead and that seemed to be the beginning of the end of Chris' anal defenses.

As soon as the whole cockhead pushed passed the outer ring, the fat lunatic began to relax. Soon he would be able to make their marriage official...at least in his warped thinking. He patiently worked inch after inch deeper into the overly stretched ass until his nuts rested against the firm butt-cheeks. "Get ready for my love, Knobby." Buford moaned; lying down on Chris' trapped body and ramping up the fat- backed thrusts. The hero grunted and groaned as each painful pounding jarred his entire body; rolls of fatty flesh rippling over every inch of him. Thankfully, Buford was too excited about their union to make it last a long time, and the obese redneck shot his load deep inside Chris' bowels.

Quickly pulling out of the loosened chute, Buford leaned down next to Chris' cock and said, "We's be married now! Til death do us part." Then he kissed the hero shaft lovingly before throwing him onto the bed for their 'honeymoon'. Chris spent the next several hours fucking or being fucked by his hillbilly hubby; his eyes firmly fixed on the handcuff key lying on the floor.

Buford eventually fell asleep, but he did so on top of Chris with his huge prick buried deep up his ass. Chris tried numerous times to get the fat man to roll over but nothing seemed to work. One attempt had the exact opposite effect; causing Buford to violently sleep-fuck the hero for nearly ten straight minutes. He then tried something that nearly made him vomit; Chris stuck his tongue in Buford's dirty, hairy ear. The first try made the sleeping lard-ass just swat at his head. The second, more intense effort succeeded in making the snoring hick roll over, but Chris went with him. He found himself still impaled on the incredibly thick shaft and locked in a sweaty bear-hug, and he still was no closer to the key.

With sunrise only minutes away and another day as the brothers' bitch looming, Chris began to grind his ass hard on the humungous tool buried up his butt. He needed to make Buford cum again so he could slide off the hefty prick and hopefully loosen his bear-hug. The hero bit his lower lip trying hard not to make a sound since his tortured, tender ring was swollen and red from the abuse. After several minutes of seductive undulations, he felt Buford's cock tense seconds before it erupted once more up his ass. Chris rode the fatty waves of ecstasy until the very last ripple, and then just as he hoped, his inbred captor released his hold.

Chris slowly and carefully slid off of the softening shaft and crept to the key. Without hesitation, he uncuffed himself and made his way to the bedroom door, but he found it locked...from the outside. He then moved toward the window and realized there wasn't any glass, just the wooden shutters in the opening. As he tried to undo the clasp that held them shut, it made a loud creaking sound that woke Buford from his sleep. The fat man moved surprisingly quick to stop Chris; slamming him up against the shutters and forcing his thick dick back up the aching hole. Buford pressed all his body weight against the hero's back as he brutally fucked his ass raw. "We's said til death! So now you's gonna die for trying to leave me!!" he growled as he fucked Chris even harder.

The shutters swung inwards, so they weren't about to burst open with ease from the weight pushing against them, but Chris wasn't about to be fucked to death by an obese albino either. As Buford wrapped his pudgy fingers around the hero's throat, Chris punched his left fist through the shutter. The tiny stream of sunlight pouring in washed over part of the hillbilly's body and he screamed in agony. Apparently the albino rapist was highly photosensitive and the slightest exposure to sunlight caused his flesh to blister and burn. Buford fell back to the floor and crawled to a dark corner. Chris used the opportunity to tear the shutters from the

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window, filling the room with sunlight. The terrified hick started screaming for help as he crawled behind his bed and Chris knew his brothers would be there momentarily.

The naked hero dove through the window opening and raced towards the trees just as Jessup and Wilbur entered the room. Chris could hear them yelling at him and knew they would be grabbing their rifles to hunt him down. As he ran through the woods, Chris caught sight of a patrol car cruising up the dirt road and he moved to intercept it. He jumped out from the trees and called out for help, and the sheriff's vehicle came to a sudden stop.

"Oh thank gawd! I need your help. I've been held captive by some psychotic hillbillies just down the road. I need to get out of here," Chris insisted. "You mean to tell me those crazy rednecks did this to you, boy?" the sheriff questioned; pointing out Chris' lack of clothing as he motioned for him to come closer. "Yes, sir. They had me handcuffed for a couple of days and did some really sick things to me," Chris explained. "It can't be considered sick if you be family, son," the sheriff said as he poked at the cock ring still coiled around his shaft with his nightstick. "You must be Buford's latest spouse. Let me welcome you to the family right proper then," he muttered as he pulled a stun-gun from his belt and jammed it in Chris' stomach. "You can call me Rufus or Pa...whichever you like, but make no mistake about it, once you marry one of my boys, you be part of the family forever! Now I need to give you my blessing."

The still-spasming hero was pushed over the hood of the car and had his legs spread apart. He then heard the sheriff fumbling with his zipper seconds before feeling the old man's rigid prick piercing his hole. As the crusty, old eleven-incher continued to brutalize his ass, Chris eventually saw Jessup and Wilbur running up the road with their rifles in hand. "Sorry, Pa. We's shoulda locked him up better," Jessup acknowledged. "Y-Y-Yeah you sh-shoulda!" Rufus grunted; still fucking Chris hard and fast. "I-I-I'll deal w-w-with you laterrrrrrrr," he finished saying as he shot his load up Chris' ass. "You two get back home. I'll bring him in the car." "Y-Yessir," was all Wilbur said nervously as they turned back towards the shack.

Just then, five EZs shot out from the woods and raced towards the men. Jessup shot one zombie in the head before being tackled down the hill by another one. Wilbur never got a shot off before following his brother over the edge, fighting off his own attacker. The fourth EZ lunged at Rufus and swallowed his exposed dick as it tackled him to the dirt road, and Chris was left to fend off the fifth beast on the hood of the patrol car.

The latest gang of zombies came into existence after the multi-car pile-up a couple of days prior. The three EZs killed by Jessup and Wilbur had attacked several survivors of the deadly accident and turned them into cock-craving zombies, before they were lured into the hillbillies' trap later that evening. Now the 'offspring' of those monsters were feasting on the cocks of their sires' killers. Jessup and Wilbur may have been deadly with a rifle, but they were no match for a couple of hungry Betas, and neither was their pa.

Jessup found himself pinned against a tree as his EZ gobbled up every drop from his hefty load, and he cried out in anguish as it started to work on the next one. Wilbur was trapped in the '69' position with his assailant; gagging on the 13" pole as he was drained of his seed. Snot ran from his nose as the beast continued to throat fuck him ruthlessly. Back on the dirt road, the zombie attacking the sheriff was frustrated by the lack of cum it was receiving, so it sucked on the aged cock with greater fervor. But that only seemed to cause the old man even more distress and he started to clutch his chest in pain. The trio of hicks found themselves in a life and death struggle with the same creatures they toyed with for fun.

Chris, on the other hand, seemed right at home dealing with a hungry zombie; letting it feed off his cock while he sucked on its lengthy weapon. He was tired and soar, but he knew that zombie cum would re-energize his body, if only temporarily. So he sucked hard on the 14" prick and was rewarded with a massive load of cum to swallow. The monster seemed quite satisfied with its current positioning and never moved as it swallowed load after load from the hero. Chris too was grateful for the surge of energy but knew he wouldn't last for much longer. He timed the creature's latest orgasm with his counter-attack, and moments after ingesting

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another batch of zombie spunk, he used that surge of energy to shove the EZ off of him and onto the sheriff. Rufus' cock was being sucked hard when the second EZ crashed into them, knocking the first creature away from his shaft. Chris' EZ and Rufus then tumbled down the hill just a few feet away from the brothers, but the sheriff's frustrated zombie was still on the dirt road...and still hungry.

That EZ lunged at Chris and forced his back onto the hood of the sheriff's car. It then rammed its 16" rod balls-deep up the hero's hole as it hugged his thighs to its chest. The creature was going to make sure it had plenty of cum to consume. Chris was in such an awkward position that all he could do was suffer through the brutal assault. As the hardcore fucking continued and gobs of spunk filled his bowels, he knew the beast was gearing up for a big feast. Not a second after it released his legs so it could engulf his throbbing prick, Chris landed a double-kick to the creature's chest that knocked it down the hill, landing it next to Wilbur.

It took a couple of seconds to sink in, but eventually Chris realized that all of his attackers, both human and undead, were now otherwise occupied. He had somehow finally gained his freedom. As he looked down the hill, he considered using the discarded rifle to kill off the hungry zombies, but decided instead to toss the weapon down the hill and let the rednecks fight for their own survival. Chris then hopped in the police car and headed back up the road to the highway. He stopped by his abandoned vehicle to retrieve his hard drive and duffle bag, which had his gym clothes inside. After a quick change and removal of the cock ring, the hero sped on down the road and headed home.

Down the hill, unbeknownst to the brothers, the sheriff had suffered a fatal heart attack during the fall and his latest attacker had started to fuck his dead ass trying to coax some more spunk from his limp dick. Jessup's knees were forced into his chest as the zombie drilled his hillbilly hole with ravenous need, and Wilbur was draped over a log while being spit-roasted by two beasts. Jessup saw the rifle in the grass, and when the zombie finished fucking his ass and moved to re-engulf his cock, the hillbilly kicked the monster in the face and scrambled for the weapon. Just as the EZ was about to consume his prick once again, Jessup jammed the barrel of the rifle in its mouth instead and fired. He then eliminated the creatures raping his brother, causing Wilbur to experience a double zombie death-orgasm; cum spewing from his still-stuffed hole and mouth. Jessup then killed the EZ breeding his pa.

When the brothers ran up to check on Rufus, they were distraught to find him dead. They sat there for several minutes crying before deciding to head back to their cabin to get some shovels to bury him. On their way back from the cabin, they realized their pa's body was gone. As they stood around and scratched their heads trying to figure out what happened, they heard some branches breaking behind them. Turning around to see what it was, the brothers were horrified by the sight of their undead daddy racing towards them, his whopping 17- incher bouncing with each step. Not knowing what to do, the pair just stood there like deer caught in the headlights and were tackled to the ground by the new, voracious EZ. Seconds later, the woods were filled with their screams as the undead sheriff rammed its massive member deep into Jessup's ass as it suckled on Wilbur's throbbing shaft.

Back at the shack, the last EZ created out of the traffic accident snuck inside and made its way towards Buford's room. It sniffed the air a caught a whiff of the trembling albino's precum-leaking prick. The creature rushed the obese redneck and wrestled him to the floor. As it struggled to swallow his fat dick, its own lengthy member flopped around Buford's face. "Hi there. You not from 'round here are ya?" the crazy hick asked as he grabbed the throbbing 15" shaft. "I'm Buford. You wanna be my friend?" he continued as he rolled over and onto the cock-sucking beast. He then began to suck on the zombie dick and finger the undead hole trying to coax out an answer. _____

In the city, Knox and Dane were slowly driving towards Linc's place, still reeling from the news of Mace's death. Just then, Dane spotted an EZ running down an alley. The duo was in the mood to cause some pain and decided that the zombie would feel their wrath. Soon they were on foot and tracking down their quarry, but the EZ was proving to be more elusive than they expected. Usually the creatures charged the first swinging dick to cross their path, but this one seemed to be hiding from them. But it wasn't long before it made its presence known.

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As they turned the corner in the alley, Dane thought he heard something above them on the fire escape, but when he turned to look all he got was a face-full of super sticky phlegm. When the giant wad of spit tagged him, it caused him to stagger backwards against the wall. Soon the mercenary realized that his head was stuck to the brick façade and when he tried to wipe the gooey saliva away, his hands became trapped in the stickiness as well.

Knox heard Dane's muffled cries for help and rushed to try and free his buddy, but just as he got to him, the merc was slammed to the ground by something landing on his back. The Hocker EZ had jumped on him from the fire escape and attempted to subdue a second meal. It rolled Knox onto his back and forced his hands up against the wall, in between Dane's legs. The merc then watched as the disgusting beast hocked a massive wad of phlegm at his hands; adhering them to the same brick wall. It then grabbed one of Knox' legs and forced it against the wall and secured it with more of its sticky spit.

Now with its prey restrained, the EZ worked to free their cocks from their pants and prepared to feast on their salty seed. It decided to drain Dane first while prepping Knox for its second course, so it brutishly slammed its 16" shaft up the merc's ass moments before swallowing Dane's prick to the hilt. Knox could feel that the creature's precum was just as sticky as its spit and worried what would happen when it came inside him, and unfortunately he didn't have to wait long to find out. As loads filled his guts, the merc noticed that its seed was extremely thick like syrup and also very gummy. Soon he felt the similar effects of a zombie breeding but they were more intense. The thick spunk was highly potent and Knox' balls swelled quickly. To make things worse, the gooey cum oozing from his hole was more like elastic adhesive; keeping the zombie's hips practically glued to his ass. He knew that his only window of opportunity to escape stayed viable as long as the creature's mouth was wrapped around his partner's pole, so Knox valiantly struggled against the wad of phlegm holding him tight.

Dane continued to moan and groan through the spitwad that coated his face and hands as the zombie sucked out another load from his nine-incher. He could believe that he wasn't able to break free of the glutinous glob and that both he and his partner became such easy prey for the creature. He could tell that his dick was basically glued to the beast's mouth with the ample saliva that coated his cock. He also felt the sticky spit pulling on his flesh as the creature bobbed its head on his shaft, and he wondered how he would even pull his member free...if he were to ever get the chance.

Both mercenaries continued to struggle against one of the latest creations by N-Velop Industries, and their progress was being monitored by the 'tracking' division of the corporation, which tapped into the security camera feeds in the alley. Every aspect of their attack was being documented by the team for further analysis. Soon the callous team members were starting a betting pool to see when or if the creature killed its two victims, and their heartless laughs were a stark contrast to the struggle playing out on their screens. _____

As Chris neared the city, he heard a report coming over the police radio about a massacre at the shipyard. Three bodies were discovered and they found that the men had been raped, while two of them also had their pricks and balls bitten off. The hero knew it was the work of a zombie, but he wasn't sure what kind. Instead of heading home to rest, he drove straight to the shipyard because he was tired of all the death and mayhem, and he was desperate to put a stop to at least some of it. There was a riot shotgun in the patrol car, and Chris figured that would be good enough to take down whatever beast he would face.

When he got to the scene of the attack, with the shotgun in hand, the hero ducked under the yellow crime- scene tape and began to scope out the abandoned location. He searched for any clue that would lead him to the monster responsible for the carnage. He knew that the local cops hadn't found anything by the chatter over the patrol car radio, so he extended his search to the boundary of the shipyard and beyond. Soon he was walking through the cargo container 'graveyard'. It was located on the edge of the property and was the spot where any and all damaged or rusted containers were stored...or abandoned. When he reached the perimeter of the storage yard, off in the distance, Chris could see the high security fences for Rodmoar Meadows Asylum; the state-run facility for the criminally insane. It was then that he thought that maybe an escaped lunatic attacked the men instead of a zombie, but a moment later when his cock sprung to life, the hero knew he was right to have suspected the undead.

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Kalibus lunged at Chris from high atop one of the rusted out containers, but the hero saw its shadow and rolled clear of its attack. He spun around and fired a round from the riot shot gun, but the beast darted behind another container. Chris immediately followed the creature and had his weapon at the ready. He saw the monster race between two large, metal storage units and fired again, but it moved too quickly. He continued his pursuit, firing several more rounds at the cagey creature; only able to graze its shoulder with one of the rounds. As he turned another corner, the hero caught a glimpse of the beast just a second before it lunged at him again, but he wasn't able to get another shot off that time.

Luckily for Chris, Kalibus was only able to chomp down on the barrel of the gun as the hero spun around. As soon as it realized who its prey was, the beast's aggression increased dramatically. In its infected, undead mind, Kalibus blamed Chris for everything and its desire for revenge was its primary goal now. The creature bit down with pure rage and snapped the barrel in two, but before it could launch another attack, Chris used the butt-end of the shotgun to pummel the monster about the face; driving it backwards. But it wouldn't be enough to put the creature down. Kalibus eventually knocked the broken weapon from his hand and lunged at Chris' throat; its jaws snapping wildly and teeth gnashing with hatred.

Chris caught the beast by the throat; keeping its razor-sharp boney jaws inches away from his neck. He squeezed with all his might, hoping to choke it into submission, but Kalibus would not be denied. It grabbed the hero's wrists with its hands and just stood there snapping its jaws, but all the while its five tenta-cocks zeroed in on his crotch and launched their attack. Within seconds, Chris felt the tentacle-like pricks tear his gym shorts from his body, with two slimy dicks coiling around each thigh while the fifth one abruptly disappeared up his defenseless ass. It was too late when he realized that close-quarter combat was exactly what this monster wanted.

Chris struggled to maintain his hold on Kalibus' throat when a second cock burrowed up his hole, and when the third one joined in, the hero nearly lost his grip all together. The beast's jagged jaws were less than an inch away from his face and he could feel its hot, rancid breath on his flesh. He could see the look of crazed excitement in Kalibus' eyes and knew a violent, bloody death would befall him should he fail. But when the trio of morbid meat began to spew their vile spunk into his bowels, Chris' resolve faltered momentarily due to its toxic potency, and that was all Kalibus needed to gain the upper hand.

With lightning-fast speed, the monster yanked the hero's hands from its throat and twisted them behind his back. It then nuzzled its horrific face against his neck and licked his skin. The taste of Chris' sweat exhilarated the fiend and it could barely wait to consume his flesh. But there was one thing it wanted more...his seed. Kalibus continued to swap its cocks out of his ass, keeping three inside the hero at all times while it pumped load after load into his guts. It also thrust its tongue down his throat and filled his gullet with its intoxicating saliva; making the hero's mind hazy and confused. After nearly ten minutes of non-stop breeding, the beast was ready for the first tasting of its prey.

It hoisted Chris into the air and slammed him down onto the ground. It then hovered over his face, allowing its cocks to coil around his neck or plunge deep into his throat as it leaned over to feed off of the leaking shaft. Kalibus' tongue wrapped around the throbbing cock and pulled it into the creature's mouth, causing Chris to moan with terrified pleasure. It sucked the prick hard and fast and was soon rewarded with its first sampling of his semen. Momentarily taken aback by how delicious it was, Kalibus soon dove back between Chris thighs and feasted some more.

Almost an hour later, after continuously pumping Chris' stomach full of its spunk while draining his constantly-full nutsack, the creature was ready to begin prepping Chris for his final orgasm. Kalibus forced Chris' knees to his armpits as its five cocks coiled around themselves to form one, devastatingly huge dick. The hero's eyes widened with fear as the nearly 6" wide, 24" long mega-prick took aim at his weary hole. With a sadistic grin plastered on its face, Kalibus reared back and then slammed the majority of its weapon deep inside its enemy's ass.

Chris let out a blood-curdling scream that was so loud that he went hoarse within a matter of seconds, but that didn't even phase Kalibus. It tore into the hero's hole with malicious merriment and soaked in the look of

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utter anguish on his face. The beast kept up the brutal assault for nearly twenty minutes before finally erupting inside Chris with a quintuple cumshot. His stomach extended from the overwhelmingly large dose of spunk, but all he could do was whimper in agony. Kalibus began to drool uncontrollably as it watched its prey's ball- sack balloon with fresh seed, and with its cocks still plugging the violated hole shut, the creature leaned down to take a long overdue bite out of the hero's chest.

With a quick flick of its tongue over the pert nipple, the beast clamped onto the muscular mound and slowly dug its jagged jawbones into Chris' flesh. As the razor-sharp mandible cut into the sweaty pec and the blood started to flow, the monster tasted something unexpected, but something also extremely delicious. Chris' nipple started to squirt out a stream of his man-milk and the taste intrigued the beast. Soon it had stopped biting and started sucking with great fervor; draining both pecs within a matter of minutes. The hero then found himself once again being fucked viciously by the mega-cock while Kalibus continued to suckle on his nipples.

Pinned within the embrace of his assailant, Chris endured over sixty minutes of torturous breeding and pec draining, but his nutsack was still swollen with salty cum. And that did not go unnoticed by the beast. Kalibus had satiated its desire for man-milk and was now truly ready to devour its ultimate prey once and for all. It initiated another sadistic power-fuck that had tears streaming down Chris' face while his saliva-soaked and slightly bloodied pecs bounced with each impact. When it erupted inside and watched his stomach stretch with its mega-dose of cum, the creature relished the pain on its victim's face and wanted to see more.

Instead of waiting for Chris' body to absorb the tainted spunk, Kalibus began fucking him some more, with some of its cum squirting past the wrecked ring. Soon the beast was cumming again, and Chris' stomach stretched even further while his balls grew even larger. Lost in the excitement of what it was seeing, the creature ignored its need to feed and started fucking Chris for a third time. By now, the hero was lost in agonizing pain and would have welcomed a quick death, but instead his barely-audible moans were drowned out by the grunts and growls of his attacker as it plowed his hole mercilessly.

When the third mega-cumdump started to fill his guts, Chris' body began to tremble and shake wildly, and soon the hero drifted into unconsciousness. Kalibus just watched and waited as its prey's stomach hyper- extended and his balls swelled to an incredible size; the hero's cock continuously drooling precum from the slit. Then, just when it was about to pull its mega-dick from the ruined hole and swallow the pulsing member, the creature saw its prey's body undergo some type of change. It was then that Kalibus became completely overcome with hunger and lust, and it leaned over to finally feast on the throbbing flesh of Chris Redfield.

To be continued...

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