Unleashed (The Eros Initiative - Chapter 20) by Baldwolf

Chris Redfield was about to become Kalibus' latest meal when his unconscious body startled the voracious beast. With its tenta-cock still partially stuffed up the helpless hero's hole, the creature bent over and engulfed his throbbing shaft for the supposed final time...when Chris' convulsing form began to grow. Similar to Mace's transformation, the overdose of zombie spunk had initiated the beginning stages of a mutation within the hero's body. As his muscle mass increased greatly, so did his dick; swelling to an astounding length and girth. Kalibus unexpectedly began to choke on the enlarging shaft in its throat and had to spit it out. The sight of the expanding menu still had Kalibus drooling uncontrollably, but just as it was about to clamp back down on the pulsing prick, something else had caught the beast's attention.

The monster grunted in surprising discomfort from the strangle-hold now gripping its five lengthy cocks. Chris' mutation had not only caused his firm, muscular buttocks to increase in size, but it also caused his fleshy ring to become virgin-tight once more. The slightest twitch from any shaft sent chills up the zombie's spine until it was overcome with a renewed lust that spurred it on to fuck the unconscious hero again. And so with vicious intensity, Kalibus tore into the rejuvenated ass and raped it long and hard.

With the clenched ring reluctant to loosen up for the invading cocks, the beast simply hugged the hero's thighs to its chest and plowed every inch balls-deep over and over; completely mesmerized by the bulked up physique quaking with each impact. It constantly flipped him into new positions to gaze upon the luscious body it would eventually devour, but it wanted to completely decimate the improved form before it did so. Luckily for Chris, he remained unconscious the entire time, giving the creature free reign to play with its food however it chose.

At one point, Kalibus rolled him onto his side, still hugging one leg to its chest as it continued the brutal violation, but it had grown weary of being on its knees, so the rampaging beast jumped to its feet and fucked the floundering, cock-impaled zombie-killer until it erupted in his bowels once more. The addition of more tainted spooge fueled further transformation, and Chris' body continued to morph. Kalibus couldn't seem to pull itself away from the constantly constricting hole to suck on the ever-growing cock, but with its prey going nowhere, the beast indulged its urges and pillaged that muscular ass for hours.

Using the discarded remnants of the various cargo containers as its playground, Kalibus draped the hero over a partially unhinged door to fuck him for a while before it slammed him face-down on to an empty crate to drill him deep. The zombie then got comfortable and sat back to bounce Chris on its prick. The beast molested the ballooning pecs as it ground its tenta-cock balls-deep and came inside the hero again. As it tweaked the hardened nipples mercilessly, its hands became coated in a thicker man-milk squirting from the prey's pecs. The creature quickly flung Chris to the ground and rolled him onto his back.

After spearing the tightened hole once again with its brutal tool, the monster clamped down on Chris' left pec and began to suck ravenously. Becoming intoxicated by the potent juice, Kalibus flew into a fuck-frenzy that was literally causing the cargo container's metal walls and floor to dent with each thrust. It gorged itself on nipple nectar as it spewed loads of its own seed deep into its mutating captive. After draining both pecs, the creature caught a whiff of Chris' altered precum, and like a moth to a flame, Kalibus pulled out of the hero's hole and dove between his thighs for something new and tasty to devour.

Chris' cock was now 15" long and 3" thick and completely soaked in precum. The beast sucked the full length down its throat as its serpentine tongue glided over the girth. It squeezed the swollen, softball-sized nuts and finger-fucked the dripping wet hole as it desperately tried to coax a cumload from its captive. Its efforts didn't go unrewarded, and a few minutes later, Kalibus was drowning in a thick, syrupy spooge and loving every second of it. As it gulped down its feast, the creature drifted further into a sexual haze, and once the lengthy cum flow ceased, the monster hoisted Chris into the air and dropped him back onto its pulsing pricks. The altered spunk had given the beast an increase in strength and the beast showed that off by walking around the cargo container 'graveyard' roaring victoriously with its prized prey impaled on its merciless meat. Kalibus eventually went back to raping the now 270 lb muscled form in a blind horned-up rage, contorting the hero's body in numerous odd positions while it bred his ass continually. Once it was finally ready to feed again, the

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beast dragged the unconscious hero by his rock-hard cock deep into an abandoned cargo container for the final consumption. _____

Back in the alley, Knox and Dane were dangerously close to becoming the latest EZ casualties. Dane was practically catatonic while Knox was overwhelmed by the increasing pain of his bloated balls. The Hocker EZ had sucked out every last drop Dane had to offer and was now ready to feast on Knox. Its hands secreted a special enzyme that allowed it to neutralize its phlegm's stickiness, so it pulled Dane from the wall; allowing the merc to fall onto his back. After withdrawing its 16" prick from Knox's abused ass, the zombie slid its still-rigid pole down Dane's throat and took a firm hold of his partner's throbbing cock.

The EZ unceremoniously swallowed every inch and began to suck Knox to orgasm. Already pumped full of demon seed, it didn't take the merc long before he forfeited his first batch...or his second or third. He wailed in agony as the zombie ruthlessly drained him, and he could only watch and worry that his incapacitated partner would never recover from the vile ordeal. Dane barely showed any signs of life as the beast fucked his throat and filled his belly full of its spunk. The only proof of life came when the merc's cock had become rock-hard again and started to leak precum. As the zombie forced Knox to cum a fourth time, the merc started yelling, "NO! NO! NO!! Stop it you son of a bitch!! OH GAWD!!! Someone help us!!!!"

Luckily for the two mercs, two other zombie hunters just happened to be patrolling the vicinity and heard Knox's plea. Swag and D-Line had just finished killing a small horde of zombies and were taking a shortcut to one of the few bars still open it that area when they heard the cry for help. Still pumped up by the earlier battle, the hunters were ready for the next fight, but when they raced around the corner, the two former football stars were surprised by what they found. Both Swag and D-line felt that familiar twinge in their pants from their close proximity to an Ero-zombie, but the sight of the two mercs getting abused also turned them on.

They couldn't understand why two obviously in-shape dudes couldn't break free from only one cock-hungry zombie, but when they approached the beast to kill it, Swag and D-line quickly found out why. The Hocker EZ sensed them closing in and once they were in range, it released Knox's dick and spit a wad at Swag's face. It then swiped its hand at D-line's crotch and tore his zipper wide open. When his 11" x 5" thick cock popped out, the Hocker latched on and started to suck him off. The 320 lb former lineman couldn't believe that he was unable to pry the zombie away from his dick, but his astonishment turned to real concern once he started to cum.

Swag was only hit in the left side of the face by the sticky spit and could still see out of his right eye. Realizing his buddy was in trouble, the former linebacker pulled out his hunting knife and charged the Hocker EZ. D-Line saw Swag coming and held the zombie down on his dick to make sure it couldn't spit again. Then, with a skillful thrust of his blade, Swag stabbed the Hocker though the left side of its skull; slicing straight through its brain. As its death-orgasm pumped more spunk down Dane's throat, D-Line became anxious that he still couldn't pry its mouth off of his cock.

"Th-the hands. U-use its hands," Knox muttered. Swag leaned down and grabbed the dead monster's hand and saw that they were slimy, not sticky. He gave the hand to D-Line, and the big man was able to free his cock. The men then used the hands to free Dane's face before wiping away the remaining spit from their bodies. Knox was relieved to see that Dane was slowly coming to, but he still very weak. Swag and D-Line helped the two mercs back to their car, but not before taking a few verbal jabs at them for getting caught in the first place.

"Maybe you two should be our sidekicks. We could use tasty bait like you guys. And if there are no zombies to kill, you guys seem quite capable of keeping us entertained," Swag teased. "Look, man. We appreciate your help. We really do, but you have no idea what we're dealing with right now...so back off!" Knox growled before starting the car and driving off, still reeling from the news of Mace's death. "I guess they didn't want to be our bitches after all," D-Line quipped. "Guess not. Too bad, really. They were fuckin' hot," Swag replied.

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As the pair meandered towards the bar, they heard the sounds of something moving in the alley across the street. They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "Why not. I'm dressed for it now...and we ain't done until they're all dead anyways," D-Line said as they moved in for another kill. Entering the next alley, Swag and D-Line quickly realized that there were two creatures in play...on opposite ends of the alley, but they decide not to split up. Heading towards the north end first, Swag caught a glimpse of an odd looking EZ ducking around the corner, but when they got to its location, it was gone. Certain that he heard something coming from just behind the dumpster, Swag pulled his gun and prepared to blow its brains out. D-Line was right behind him until he heard something coming up fast from his right side. As the big man turned to see what it was, he was knocked backwards and pounced upon.

Hearing D-Line scream for help caused Swag to break his concentration which allowed the zombie lurking by the dumpster to get the drop on him. The EZ hit him low and tackled him to the ground. As it knocked the gun away, the creature shredded Swag's pants and exposed his 13" x 3" thick ebony cock and firm, black ass. Expecting to fend off a brutal blow-job, Swag the shocked to feel the beast's fourteen-incher drill his hole first. While he struggled against his attacker, the zombie hunter finally saw what was brutalizing his pal. _____

HUNK, Lone Wolf and a team of six agents had just completed another mission for Albert Wesker and were once again headed to the locker room. Ever since that first time when he got the chance to see what HUNK was hiding under his uniform, the pilot known as Lone Wolf had become preoccupied with the most dangerous man he knew. And his preoccupation was starting to affect his job performance, which did not go unnoticed by the object of his obsession.

"That mission did not go as smoothly as it should have," HUNK said coldly as he peeled off his clothes before heading to the showers. "Uh...yeah, I know. I have no excuse for my delay in the pick up," the pilot replied cautiously; wrapping a towel around his waist as he followed HUNK "You're distracted by something and I'm not going to tolerate mediocrity. If you can't deal with it...then I will deal with you," the operative warned. "I understand, sir. It will be dealt wi... [WOOOOP! WOOOOP! WOOOOP!] "WARNING!! CONTAGION BREACH IN SECTOR THRITY FOUR. ALL PERSONNEL IN SECTOR THRITY FOUR HEAD TO DECONTAMINATION STALLS IMMEDIATELY!" the computerized voice ordered over the intercom.

"Shit!! That's where we are!" Lone Wolf exclaimed as he, HUNK and the other men raced for the stalls. The closest decontamination area was only partially operational due to required maintenance. Typically, the protocol was one man per stall, but with eight men and only three working stalls available, things got even more intense. HUNK entered his stall just as Lone Wolf raced towards another, only to find it was out of order. Two of the other agents jumped into the same stall while three more jumped into the final one. Just as his stall doors were about to shut, HUNK reached out and pulled the pilot into the 3' x 3' booth. The remaining agent had tripped over his towel and was stranded outside. He tried several of the other stalls but they were all undergoing repair, and that's when he saw them.

The haz-mat team stormed the locker room area with guns drawn and sensors scanning the air. When they saw the solitary agent standing outside the booths, one of the haz-mat agents aimed his pistol and shot the man in the head. There was a zero tolerance for a potential outbreak in the facility. The leader of the team eventually approached the seven men and said, "We have found the source of the breach and it is now contained. A finger from one of the zombies had gotten caught in one of the backpack straps. You will still need to undergo decontamination, but since there are multiple men in each unit, the process will now take a couple of hours. Get comfortable."

As the lukewarm, chemically treated water poured out of the shower head, Lone Wolf uttered, "You saved my life. Why?" "You're are currently the best pilot we have...even with your issues. It was a practical decision," HUNK replied coldly.

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After the shock of the whole situation wore off, Lone Wolf suddenly realized he and the special agent were face to face, stark naked and standing extremely close to each other. Unable to hold back the rush of blood to his cock, the pilot spun around and faced the clear polycarbonate thermoplastic doors and groaned softly. "What now?" HUNK growled. "It-it's you, sir," Lone Wolf muttered; his heart racing so fast he thought he might pass out. "You're my distraction. I can't stop thinking about you, your body, you intensity, everything. Ever since I saw your big cock in the showers, all I want is to feel it inside of me." "I don't do those things. The human body is a cesspool of germs, bacteria and viruses. You need to deal with your desires...by yourself," HUNK ordered in a somewhat harsh tone.

Before Lone Wolf could respond, the two men heard the sounds of sexual moaning coming from the other two stalls. Apparently the other men decided the best way to handle the long decontamination process was to fuck and suck each other until the doors reopened. Their moans and groans of pleasure caused the pilot to have a rock-hard erection and he wondered if it was having any kind of effect on HUNK, but he was too scared to look back and check. Instead, fate offered up the opportunity to find out.

Twenty minutes into their containment, Lone Wolf went to adjust his stance and slipped slightly on the wet floor; his firm ass grazing the half-hard shaft of his booth-mate. Realizing what had just happened, the pilot quickly stood at attention as he gasped from the sensation. With the non-stop sexual soundtrack filling his ears, Lone Wolf became desperate and tried another approach.

"Sir, I know you said you don't partake in sexual activity due to the germs and such...um...but we're in a decontamination booth with the most potent anti-bacterial, anti-viral wash flowing over our bodies. We're even encouraged to gargle some in our mouths and inhale the water vapors. If there was ever a time to fuck someone, this would be it...sir," the pilot tried justifying. When he heard no response, Lone Wolf was sure the next sound he heard would be that of his neck breaking, but instead he felt something large and wet poking at his clenched hole. Without saying a word, HUNK had decided that his pilot's logic was sound and that relieving his pent-up sexual needs were warranted.

Pushing is eager ass back against the bulbous cockhead, the pilot exhaled as his sphincter accepted the three inch thick shaft. A few seconds later and HUNK had buried all 11" inside his pilot's hole, and a few more seconds after that, Lone Wolf was grunting and groaning louder than all the other men combined as the special agent drilled him relentlessly. HUNK never held onto Lone Wolf while fucking him; he just pressed his hands against the sliding door as he leaned into the tight, willing ass and slammed it with devastating precision.

With the fat cock bludgeoning his prostate non-stop, the pilot found himself cumming multiple times before HUNK came even once. But when the special agent finally shot his load deep inside his bowels, Lone Wolf experienced the most intense orgasm a partner of his ever had inside of him. Five minutes after it started, HUNK finally stopped spasming and momentarily rested his forehead on the pilot's shoulder. Coming to grips with what he just allowed to happen, the special agent decided it would happen again. He spun Lone Wolf around, hoisted the man's ankles to his shoulders as he lowered him onto his still-erect prick and drilled him even harder.

The five other agents sexual antics were spurred on by the pilot's ecstatic cries as those men quietly wondered just how incredible HUNK's cock must feel inside someone. The special agent came twice more up Lone Wolf's butt before pulling out and leaning back against the stall wall to rest. The pilot had drained his own nuts, mostly from hands-free orgasms thanks to the amazingly talented cock that stuffed him completely, but there was still one more thing he desired.

"Let me suck your cock clean, sir. The decon-wash has my mouth as healthy and clean as it can be. Please, sir. Let me service that incredible dick." Once again, HUNK didn't say a word. He just put one hand on top of the pilot's head and directed him towards his growing shaft. As the rod slide down his grateful throat, Lone Wolf let his hands slowly glide up the back of the operative's legs until they were groping the round, tight butt. HUNK's hands had a firm hold on the pilot's head, and he started to face-fuck him with slow, methodical thrusts that drove the cocksucker wild. And just as the two hour decontamination shower concluded, HUNK filled Lone Wolf's gullet with his final load.

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When the doors slid open, the special agent pulled his spent dick from the warm mouth and proceeded to his locker...without saying a word.

When HUNK disappeared around the corner, the five other agents rushed over to the pilot and interrogated him about his time with the legendary agent, but Lone Wolf decided to play it cool and said nothing. Days later, the pilot learned just how much the operative enjoyed their session, because a new protocol was issued. Teams returning from any mission that involved zombies were required to spend time in the newly designated dual-person decontamination stalls...and HUNK had specified that he would only share his space with his pilot. And the best part was that all of their missions involved the undead on some level. _____

Kalibus' hand was soaked by all the precum oozing from Chris' enlarged prick, and after the beast flung the hero into the pitch-black corner of the cargo container, it licked each finger clean as it slowly approached its helpless captive. The zombie's insatiable appetite for this particular prey had caused the monster to toy with its food for much longer than any other victim. But no other victim produced the mouth-watering spunk that Chris' mutated form had. And it was with the sole focus of consuming more of that delicious seed that Kalibus approached the hero, buried its face in his crotch and suckled on the pulsing cock like a greedy pig. The creature had pumped so much of its seed into Chris that his ball sack was stretched tight from the excessive spooge seeking release. Even though he was still unconscious, the hero's body still reacted to Kalibus' oral manipulations and forfeited one massive load after another. The creature's lust spiked once more and it tried to ram its tenta-cock back into Chris' ass, but the sphincter was so tight and his muscles were so firm, that Kalibus found the invasion near impossible.

Not to be denied, the zombie worked at jamming a couple of fingers into the hole, and then a couple more with its other hand. It then started to stretch the ring open and quickly snaked one of its tentacle-like pricks deep inside. The sensation was overwhelming for the beast and it came immediately. Kalibus quickly swapped cocks while trying to stretch Chris open even further. It was eventually able to squeeze a second member inside the hero, but only after its fingers retreated. That was good enough for the monster, and it railed that ass over and over again; completely lost in its euphoric haze. But unbeknownst to the attacker, its victim was stirring from his catatonia.

When the latest dose of zombie spunk coated his guts, Meta-Chris' eyes shot open, and the enraged, mutated hero went into attack mode. Feeling the pair of undulating pricks tormenting his ass while Kalibus' boney fingers dug into his hips as it held him tight to its crotch, Meta-Chris sat up and delivered one devastating punch after another straight into the beast's chest. The monster roared in unexpected agony and released its hold on the hero in hopes of defending itself. But as soon as it did so, Chris rolled back, pulling his knees to his chest and then landed a powerful double-kick to the zombie's mid-section that sent it flying backwards and out of the hero's hole.

Meta-Chris scrambled to his feet and tried to sense where his assailant was hiding, but because it was so dark in the container, he saw nothing. Kalibus on the other hand could smell the cum-leaking cock and lunged at its prey. As they rolled to the floor, the enraged hero ended up on top and began to viciously punch the beast in the face, that was until Kalibus shot three of its cocks into the careless hero's ass. Momentarily stunned by the anal invasion, Meta-Chris paused his assault which allowed the zombie to retaliate. The creature rolled them both over so it was now on top, and as it raped the exquisitely tight rump once more, the beast also unleashed a barrage of its own punches as it desperately tried to subdue its prey.

The hero's normally strategic mind had given way to something more primal, and all he wanted in that moment was vengeance. He ignored the heavy hits raining down on his face and chest and threw a precise punch that rocked the beast's lower jaw and rattled its brain. Meta-Chris didn't stop there. He just kept hitting the creature about the head and body until he was eventually standing over it. The mutated hero then pulled the pricks from his hole and hoisted the monster into the air by its tenta-cock. Spinning round and round, like a discus thrower, he hurled the beast through the container's rusted-out wall where it landed on the muddy ground outside.

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It had started to rain, and when Meta-Chris burst through the opening made by Kalibus' body, he slipped even so slightly when he landed on a metal panel. That momentary distraction allowed the beast to dart out of sight and lurk in the shadows as it waited for a chance to strike. The altered hero hunted for his adversary, picking up a solid length of steel rod as he went. He thought of nothing else but tearing the zombie limb from limb. Kalibus on the other hand still craved the hefty cock and savory spooge, and it was eager to plunder that ass some more. The beast crept along the roof edge of one of the containers as it stalked the mutated hunter, and once it sensed an opening, it lunged at him.

Meta-Chris heard the creature as it jumped from the roof and was able to deflect its strike and land one of its own. With the steel rod delivering a crushing blow to Kalibus' back, the monster slammed face-first into another container before falling to the ground. The mutated hero sought to deliver some payback before he annihilated the zombie, so he jumped on top of Kalibus and rammed his 15" cock balls deep. The beast roared furiously at the invasion but was unable to stop it. As Meta-Chris plowed the undead hole with vindictive rage, the creature slithered its pricks around and between the hero's thighs and invaded his defenseless hole as well. That only infuriated him further, he started to donkey-punch his undead adversary with each thrust, envisioning the bloody victory only moments away. _____

As Swag struggled with the 14" zombie cock railing his luscious butt, he looked over and saw a very confusing sight. D-Line wasn't being sucked off or fucked by an ero-zombie, he was fucking one. The 320 lb former linebacker had been knocked to the ground by a Squatter EZ, and the zombie quickly stuffed its prey's 5" thick rod up its hungry ass. Completely taken by surprise by its style of attack, D-Line failed to prevent the beast from jamming its huge tongue down his throat; filling his gullet full of its highly potent toxin. Soon the big guy was lost in an euphoric delusion and slamming his fat cock into his assailant...which was exactly what the Squatter EZ wanted.

That particular zombie evolved due to certain disfigurements to a pre-infected corpse. D-Line's attacker was missing the lower jaw, so its tongue hung down from its mouth area like a short necktie. The Eros virus still forced its hosts to crave and consume cum, but without the ability to suck it out of a cock, the virus mutated the zombie so that its anal passage was now its 'throat'. D-Line was shuttering wildly as the velvety chute constricted and undulated over and around his pulsing tool. It literally felt like the monster's asshole was sucking him off, and in his delusional state he didn't mind that at all. Soon his was pumping his first of many loads into the Squatter's bowels, and to make sure its prey didn't stop, the zombie kept its tongue stuffed in his mouth.

Swag was also attacked by a mutated version of the typical EZ that also arose from an injury sustained to the host body. The Umbilik EZ was missing the lower half of its face and throat. It didn't even have a tongue. But instead of using its ass to consume its victim's spunk, the Umbilik's small intestine mutated into a spooge- gathering appendage that slithers out of the zombie's navel and engulfs the victim's cock. When Swag realized what had swallowed his prick, it was too late. The appendage had slithered over all 13" and was firmly attached to the base of his shaft. Swag started to cum moments after his assailant did, and that's when he realized that the beast would never have to release its hold on him. The Umbilik could feed and breed him non-stop...until he died of dehydration.

With that thought running through his mind, Swag became desperate to escape and started to struggle violently. To ensure its prey wouldn't get away, the Umbilik's appendage began to withdraw back into its abdomen...pulling Swag's dick inside as well. The cocky zombie hunter was now locked in place with a 14" cock buried deep up his ass and his own impressive prick a captive in the beast's gut. He started to cry out for help, but was soon too busy gasping for air as he experienced another massive orgasm.

D-Line was clueless to the dangers both he and his buddy faced. In his mind, he was simply fucking an incredibly willing hole, and it was amazing. His last cum load was somewhat small, so the Squatter sat back and stroked its twelve inch dick until it was spraying the former linebacker's chest and face with its evil seed. It then wiped the hefty load from his flesh and poured it into his mouth. Soon D-Line's balls swelled with more cum and was fucking the Squatter even harder; actually rolling on top of the zombie to pile-drive its constricting ring. Swag just watched in despair as his lifelong friend slipped further into madness; willing

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forfeiting his seed to his attacker as his own was steadily draining him of every drop. In that moment he thought about the arrogant comments they had made just a couple of hours earlier to the other hunters and was wishing they had said something different so the two mercs were still around.

Luckily for them, Knox had realized that his wallet was missing and probably back at the scene of their attack. After driving back to the alley and retrieving it, the merc noticed that the other zombie hunters' car was still parked in the same place. Sensing that something was off, he and a still shaky Dane pulled some shotguns out of the trunk and went looking for them. As they crossed the street, Dane heard a faint cry for help and the mercs raced down the alley. When they arrived on the scene, the Umbilik was drilling a barely conscious Swag with utter brutality as it tried to choked the life out of its prey. D-Line had been rolled onto his back again and the Squatter was stroking out another load .

Each merc took aim and blew the heads off of the two zombies and then rushed towards the victims. They were shocked by the odd mutations as they freed their fellow hunters, and commented on how the battle was changing and getting even more unpredictable. "You know, maybe it's time to actually start training hunters on how to deal with these new monsters. We can't just assume that they are all typical cock-sucking zombies anymore," Dane noted. "I was thinking the same thing. After we take care of these two, let's get over to Linc's and talk this through," Knox replied. "No. Take us with you. This shit is getting seriously fucked up. We all need the same game plan if we're going win this fight," Swag muttered as he struggled to sit up. Twenty minutes later, the foursome was headed down the road and already coming up with a training program for new recruits. _____

Back in the storage yard, just when it looked like the battle was finally won, Kalibus spewed another load into Meta-Chris' bowels, and that newest load caused another surge in the hero's mutation. As he spasmed through the excruciating pain, Meta-Chris staggered backwards, his throbbing cock slipping out of the zombie's ass. Kalibus jumped up and charged at the hero. The ensuing impact caused Meta-Chris to crash through another dilapidated container wall, but only partially. His upper body was trapped inside the container because the impact caused the roof panel to break loose, and it had fallen on top of the hero's chest. His lower body simply dangled outside...and was in the perfect position for Kalibus to brutalize.

Seeing the flailing legs of its prey kick wildly in the air only served to excite the zombie, and it rushed in to feed on the helpless dick. Meta-Chris let out a loud groan as he felt the creature's lips slide down his shaft and rest at the base. Then he just started to grunt and groan as the skillful beast milked him dry. With several loads energizing the monster again, Kalibus was determined to decimate that beautiful ass a final time...with all five cocks. It held the muscular legs wide as the tentacled terror coiled around itself, and then as the quintuple cockhead grazed the clenched ring, the beast thrust its hips with every ounces of strength it had and was rewarded with the sensation of plowing through muscular barricade.

Meta-Chris screamed in agony as the zombie buried every inch of the nearly two foot behemoth up his ass and he kept on screaming with each and every plunge thereafter. Kalibus was in complete bliss, cumming almost from the moment it entered its prey, and continuing to cum as it tore up that hole. The continued exposure to the tainted spooge was wreaking havoc on the hero's body, which made it incredibly difficult for him to fight back. For the moment, all he could do was grunt and bear it.

After nearly forty minutes of ecstasy, Kalibus was finally, truly ready to claim victory over its nemesis. It pulled its spent pricks from the now gaping hole and casually engulfed Meta-Chris' cock again. It only sucked on the shaft a few times because it wanted its prey's final orgasm to come just moments before it bit off the cock and balls. For that to happen, the zombie had to first stuff the huge nuts in its mouth while the rock-hard rod was down its throat.

While the beast endeavored to pack its happy meal, Meta-Chris was still quivering from the latest mutative surge. He was pumped full of zombie cum and therefore also had an increase in energy..if he could only focus his thoughts enough to take advantage before it was too late. He spasmed hard when Kalibus stuffed one of

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his nuts into its mouth. Using his newfound strength, Meta-Chris was finally able to push the roof panel off of his chest just as he saw the beast swallow his other nut. With his entire package crammed in the monster's mouth, the hero sensed the impending doom.

With so much man-meat stuffing its face, Kalibus couldn't actually suck its prey off, so the clever beast shoved its fist up Meta-Chris' ass and began to digitally torment the hyper-sensitive prostate. The hero began to groan and writhe wildly from the latest assault and knew he only had seconds before all was lost. With his arms flailing around, Meta-Chris felt something jutting out of the wall. It was a large bolt. With nothing else around and his orgasm commencing, the hero yanked the 4" long, steel rod from the wall. And as his cum began to erupt from his cock, Meta-Chris felt Kalibus' jagged jawbones clamp down on his package and start to pierce his flesh. In a last-ditch effort for survival, the hero did an abdominal crunch to pull himself up and in to position, just in time to punch the bolt straight through Kalibus' forehead; piercing the zombie's brain. Immediately, the pressure on his crotch eased, but he continued to cum down the dead monster's throat.

It took the weary, mutated hero several minutes to fully free himself from the cargo container, but he still had the creature's mouth wrapped around his cock and balls and its fist up his ass. After yanking the undead hand from his rectum, Meta-Chris tore Kalibus' body away from its head and then shredded the face away from his package. Still weakened from the lengthy battle, the altered hero saw that the zombie's death orgasm had produced a large puddle of spunk on the ground. The mutated genes in the hero's body recognized this as a needed source of nutrients to heal and re-energize , so the bulked-up brute leaned down and lapped up every drop before he rested.

When the rains finally ceased, Meta-Chris sniffed the air and growled. He had caught the scent of man-flesh and he was eager to breed and feed off of some healthy, virile prey. He followed the scent to the perimeter fence of Rodmoar Meadows Asylum. With his hunger for healthy semen at its peak, the mutated hero easily scaled the fence and raced towards his incarcerated feast. _____

In the top secret laboratory at N-Velop Industries, another mutated soldier was dining on his own succulent servings...in the name of science. The merc formally known as Mace, now codenamed Megalo-Mace, was draining yet another willing researcher of his seed to see if his mutation was finally permanent. After ingesting over 30 loads of healthy cum, the man was still a monster and eager to sire some new drones. It had been determined that Megalo-Mace must be the embodiment of a mutated form of the Eros Virus. Like the virus itself, the monster looked to infect others and spread as rapidly as possible, insuring its survival. While he saw Ero-zombies as competition for his main food source; healthy cum, Megalo-Mace and his drones were also able to feed off of his competition and use EZ seed for medicinal benefits as well. The Ero-zombies however could not digest his or his drones seed for their sustenance, proving the theory that Megalo-Mace was the next evolutionary step for the virus.

Megalo-Mace had been bound to an examination bench with several leather-clad steel straps around his arms, legs, chest, abs and neck. The excessive number of bindings were necessary because the monster had previously broken free and turned several other teams of researchers into his drones; many of them having to be put down in order to quell the growing chaos in the research facility. Once order was returned, Nigel Baptiste instructed the new team of researchers to continue probing his prized 'pet' to find out all they could about the former merc's new form and his drones. The only rule was that Megalo-Mace could not be harmed...but his drones were fair game.

Dr. Jonas Mansen, the lead researcher was about to begin the first stage of a new experiment. He was about to implant a parasitic spermatophore into a test subject while monitoring the whole procedure during an ongoing harmonic phase MRI scan. The doctor wanted to see what actually happened during the insertion process, step by step. But from previous experiments, the researchers had learned that Megalo-Mace's spermatophores could not survive in an open-air environment. They needed to be injected from his cock directly into a victim, or the parasitic sperm would shrivel up and die. Luckily for Dr. Mansen, Mr. Baptiste had a long list of eligible candidates that he could choose from to take the massive 18" long by 5" thick prick.

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First on that list was probationary employee Gabe Covats. He was caught stealing copy paper, but instead of being fired, Mr. Baptiste allowed him the chance to earn the company's trust back. Unfortunately for Gabe, he had no idea what he would have to do when he accepted the offer. Megalo-Mace was strapped down and lying flat on his back with his gargantuan dick positioned straight into the air. The terrified employee was tied naked to a short board, with his knees bound against his chest, while he dangled in the air by his wrists and ankles as his ass hung down. As one researcher positioned the 'lab rat' over the precum-drooling cock, several others readied the MRI equipment.

Once all was in place, Dr. Mansen ordered Gabe to be lowered onto the humungous shaft as the MRI recorded every moment. "FUUUUUCK!!!! STOOOOOP!!! Please GAWD!!!! ST-ST-STOOOOP!!!!" the employee screamed for mercy, but the researchers were only interested in sliding him down the throbbing pole. Gabe's eyes widened when the cockhead breached his backdoor and then started wailing incoherently as he slid further and further down. With more than ten inches of the cock buried deep, a researcher released the straps holding down Megalo-Mace's hips, and the creature immediately started to slam his cock up his prey's hole. The research team was amazed by the basic images of such a huge member filling the tight hole, but when they caught the first glimpse of the spermatophore squirming its way through the shaft, their minds were blown.

Gabe could feel the thick prick getting even thicker, and he knew something bad was about to happen. With one final thrust, Megalo-Mace pumped the parasite into his new drone and then kept on cumming gobs of tainted spunk. The impaled employee convulsed violently and the scientists now understood why. They witnessed the spermatophore burrowing through the man's body to his ball-sack and watched as its head latched onto the testicles while its tail slithered into his spine. They saw the parasite inject some type of enzyme into Gabe's balls while smaller tendrils snaked out to retrieve Megalo-Mace's cum for nourishment. As it fed, the spermatophore grew larger and completely fused itself with the spinal cord from base of skull to tailbone.

The scientists then had a front row seat as their test subject was pulled off of the monster cock and lowered onto an EZ's pulsing prick. They had learned through previous experiments that the mutation wasn't complete until the subject was exposed to Eros virus-tainted semen. As the undead dick slid deep and injected load after load of its evil seed, Gabe's body began its transformation from an average desk-jockey physique to muscular drone. The enzymes injected by the spermatophore had quickly spread throughout the body and permeated every muscle. Once the tainted spooge was introduced, the enzymes immediately began to break it down so it could be absorbed by the muscles to fuel the transformation. The one aspect of the original Eros virus that remained was that the test subject's cock had greatly increased in size as well.

Once the transformation was complete, the team noticed Megalo-Mace becoming agitated at the sight of his drone still bound...or was it something else. Not willing to risk another incident, Dr. Mansen ordered both Megalo-Mace and his drone to remain secured, but also ordered the drone to be dangled over the monster's face. Megalo-Mace immediately strained upward until he was able to clamp down on the drone's helpless dick. The sire drained the drone of every last drop of its new seed before letting him go. The team deduced that the bond between sire and drone wasn't complete until both had been injected with the other's semen. With the big guy satiated, the team decided it was time to take a closer look at his latest offspring. _____

As he approached the facility, Meta-Chris was greeted by a medical orderly stepping outside for a smoke break. The behemoth rushed the average-built man and slammed him against the wall. Within seconds, the normally heroic fighter lifted his captive by the throat, pressing him to the wall and tore his pants clean off. Meta-Chris wasted no time in swallowing the curvy seven-incher to the hilt and sucked on it fast and furious. His pheromones were raging and the orderly was rock-hard as soon as the attack commenced. It took only a few minutes before the hero drained the whimpering stud dry, and Meta-Chris rewarded him by dropping him straight down on his throbbing prick.

The mutated zombie killer's cockhead was oozing precum and it had quickly coated his shaft. The orderly soon found himself impaled on the fifteen inch dick, but the pain was so severe that he couldn't make a sound as he went to scream. The muscle-bound attacker ground his length deep and fucked the poor man

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mercilessly. The virgin hole strangled the three inch thick pole, sending erotic shivers through Meta-Chris' body. Soon he was pumping his twisted seed into his first victim. Once the spasms subsided, the mutated hero pulled the orderly off of his cock and slipped inside the asylum. _____

The cum-filled orderly convulsed sporadically on the ground as the tainted spunk seeped into his flesh. Soon he was filled with an overwhelming need to feed and breed, but luckily for the man, Chris' mutation was only in its early phase and the side-effects would only be temporary. But that didn't mean he was harmless, and he eventually followed his breeder back into the facility. _____

Meta-Chris could smell a high level of testosterone and his cock throbbed excitedly. He raced down the corridor until he found the reason for the chemical concentration. The inmates were in the 'activities' room watching a movie. There were over two dozen men gathered in the space and the mutated hero could sense their pent-up sexual need. As he burst into the room, Meta-Chris snatched up one guard and one inmate as he roared at the other men with pure ferocity. Tearing the pants open with his teeth, he sucked down the guard's cock while he rammed his own up the inmate's ass. As the cum flowed and his pheromones filled the air, the security alarms started to screech and lights started to flash. Many of the medicated inmates became overwhelmed and disoriented; making them easy pickings for the cum-hungry savage.

After feeding and breeding his first pair, the mutated fighter zeroed in on another two inmates. Adding to the chaos, the first orderly raced into the room and tackled a guard to the ground to feed off of him. One of the two next victims Meta-Chris just so happened to grab was an old enemy of Chris Redfield's; Ricardo Irving. The other soon-to-be-bitch was with a convicted arsonist named Stuart Dowler. Neither Irving or the mutated Redfield recognized the other, but it would soon be an experience that the weasley Irving would never forget. Before the convicted arms dealer even had a chance to cry out for help, the 15" slab of cock-meat speared his ass to the balls, followed by concussive thrusts that caused his entire 161 lb body to tremble erratically. Dowler was the luckier of the two in that, Meta-Chris was only giving him the greatest, most intense blowjob he had ever experienced, but soon he was screaming out for mercy as the horny assailant kept on sucking his 9" dick for more gooey cream.

Elsewhere in the room, another inmate took advantage of the mayhem to attack a particular guard that constantly tormented him. Viktor Kain was a convicted rapist, having brutally attacked more than 1,000 men over the years. One of those victims was the guard's brother, so he took every opportunity to make Kain's life hell in the asylum. The rapist snuck up behind that guard and punched him in the base of his skull. Once his target was flopped over the table, the 6'-6" tall muscle-bound rapist whipped out his 15" prick and savagely fucked his tormentor's hole with utter vindictiveness. "Now you have something else in common with your br-br-brotherrrrrr..." Kain eventually groaned as he pumped his wicked seed into the guard's bowels. Still sexually aroused by the chaos, Viktor Kain searched out other guards to add to his list.

Meta-Chris had finished breeding Irving and was about to suck him dry when he caught a glimpse of two burly inmates fighting with an orderly. The sight of their beefy, hairy chests made him hungry for real men instead of the scrawny piece of ass falling off of his cock at that moment. Foster brothers, Al and Bo Gant were institutionalized for their anger management issues. The stocky twosome were constantly getting arrested for aggravated assault and sexual battery. Apparently, they would cruise the local bars and pick up horny strangers for some hot threesome action, but soon the Gants would give into the urge to crush their playmates by putting them in choke-holds or smothering them between their two bodies while they fucked them. They had an affinity for causing men pain during sex and were sent to the asylum for treatment.

Any progress made up to that point was now gone as they gave into their urges once more and attacked anyone within reach. Unfortunately for them, Meta-Chris was next in line. Bo was slammed face-down and soon had his hole filled with hot man-meat while Al was hoisted into the air upside-down and was sucked off at a rapid pace. Both foster brothers considered themselves exclusively tops so the anal invasion had Bo crying tears of anger at the loss of his anal-virginity. Al witnessed every thrust and worried he would be next, but as soon as their attacker was done swallowing down the gobs of cum while pumping loads of his own into the tight, hairy

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hole, Al was tossed to the floor and abandoned. He crawled over to his foster brother to check on him, but he should have stayed clear. The tainted cum being absorbed into Bo's body caused an unquenchable hunger and he lunged at his foster brother and tackled him to the floor. Before Al could make a move to defend himself, Bo had stuffed his pulsing prick balls deep and was pounding the ultra-tight hole with insane glee.

After feasting on some guards and other inmates, Meta-Chris pounced on Dr. Reginald Nolan next, but he wasn't a doctor working in the asylum. Dr. Nolan was a psychopath with a scalpel, having been convicted of surgically amputating his victims' limbs before raping and torturing them. Just as the 'good' doctor was about to pick up a shard of glass to slash an unsuspecting orderly, the mutated hero drove him to the floor, stabbing his needy cock into the defenseless ass. Meta-Chris drilled the surgeon hard and fast while sucking off the orderly he had just 'saved'. After swallowing down the latest batch of cum, the mutated hero looked around at the chaotic scene watching his 'breedlings' work, and smiled. He was impressed with how efficient they were and how quickly they filled a new victim with their seed, but that was the last thought that passed through the behemoth's twisted mind.

All the normal, healthy cum he had consumed along with all of the cum he had shot caused the mutation to go dormant. The once imposing, ass-fucking intruder had fallen unconscious and slowly transformed back to Chris Redfield's normal self. Dr. Nolan picked up another shard of glass and was about to slit Chris' throat when Viktor Kain stepped up and stopped him. "Not yet! I know this guy and I want a piece of him first...but not here." Kain then flung the passed-out hero over his shoulders and raced out through a fire exit. Using the crazed gangbang as cover, the rapist, along with the doctor, the foster brothers, the arsonist and Ricardo Irving escaped the asylum. Finding an unlocked ambulance by the back entrance, the men jumped inside, hot-wired the vehicle and rammed through the gate.

Kain was in the driver's seat and driving like a wild man. Irving was in the passenger seat but was unphased by the side-swiping recklessness of the driver because he was watching the scene unfold in the back of the ambulance. The Gant brothers put Chris in a straightjacket and then strapped his upper body to the gurney. Dr. Nolan found a scalpel in one of the cabinets and was about to slice up the hero's face when Kain caught a glimpse of the blade in the rearview mirror and slammed on the brakes. He raced to the back and punched the doctor in the face and yelled, "I said he was mine!!! Try that again and I'll shove that blade down your throat!!" He then ordered Dowler to take over driver duty and told him to head towards the warehouse district. Kain knew of a place where they could dump the ambulance before they all went their separate ways.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled into an abandoned warehouse and exited the ambulance. The certifiable psychos dragged the gurney out with Chris still strapped to it. "We want out revenge on that fucker!!" the Gant brothers demanded. "Oh yes!! I want to fuck him until he begs for mercy!" Irving hissed; his cock aching to be buried deep in his enemy's ass. "There are five of us and only one of you, Kain. Let us have our fun and you can have what's left," the doctor ordered.

Realizing that he couldn't take them all on, the big man reluctantly agreed. As they unstrapped Chris from the gurney, the hero started to wake up. "Wh-what the fuck is going on?!? Who are you people?? What are you doing to me?!?" "Just a little payback, bitch! I hope you take it as well as you give," Dowler growled as he pushed Chris to the ground. Realizing that he was bound in a straightjacket, the hero began to thrash about wildly, desperate to escape, but the Gant brothers held him down while the arsonist stroked his 9" cock to rigidity. Dowler spread Chris' legs wide and drove his full length in to the hilt. Chris grunted loudly and started to curse his attackers, but that only turned them on even more.

"FUCK, YES!! He's so fuckin' tight!!!" Dowler hollered. "Oh my gawd! I've never felt a hole so fuckin' amazing!!" he continued, slamming into Chris as hard as he could.

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It didn't take long before the velvety chute coaxed a huge load from the arsonist. Once he was done grinding every last drop as deep as could push it into the hero, Dowler rolled over and just lay on floor panting as he watched the next eager prick take position.

Ricardo Irving hated Chris, and not just because the do-gooder caught him and tossed him in the asylum. He hated Chris for the humiliating way the hero captured him.

- Irving was just about to close a major deal on several new B.O.W.s when the authorities showed up and started arresting everyone. Irving kneed one of the officers in the balls and tried to escape, but he ran straight into Chris who immediately backhanded the sleazy arms-dealer across the face; sending him flying into the wall. As he slipped into unconsciousness, Ricardo Irving heard the other officers laughing hysterically. It didn't get any better once he came to as officers continually reenacted his bitch-slap take-down over and over again. Even in the asylum, Irving faced constant ridicule for being glass-jawed puss. He swore to himself that one day he would make Chris pay...and that day had finally arrived. -

"IRVING!?!? Get the fuck away from me, you sniveling little bitch!" Chris growled. "You have that backwards, Redfield. Today you are my bitch!" the arms-dealer hissed, still amped up on the tainted cum that was pumped up his ass earlier. Chris struggled in vain as he watched Irving kneel between his legs and lube up his thin eleven-incher with a wad of spit. "Hold him tight, boys. I want to see his face when he feels me slide balls-deep into that heroic hole of his," the spiteful sleazebag ordered. "O-o-o-o-ohhhhhh yessssssssssssssss. Y-Your assssssss...y-your a-assss is magnificent, Ch-Chrisssss. I sh-should never have tried to kill you. I shhhhhould have just made you m-m-my sex sssssssslave," Irving cooed as he thrust every inch in and out of the vulnerable hole. Chris was utterly disgusted by having that low-life's cock invading his ass; actually wishing he was getting gangbanged by a horde of zombies instead. And it was about to get even worse. "O-O-OOOHHHH SHHHHHHHIT!! I'mmmmmm c-c-c-ummmming!!!" Irving eventually shouted as he dumped gobs his seed into his enemy's bowels. "The great and powerful Redfield...nothing more than my personal cum-dump," Irving announced. "Nothing will ever change the fact that I fucked you and shot my cum inside of you, Chris," the arms-dealer taunted as he leaned down next to the hero's face. "Now you can live with that humiliaAAAA...," he continued until being rudely yanked backwards out of Chris and tossed into one of the structural columns...slamming into the steel balls-first and yelping out in pain.

"Enough yammering, twerp! It's time for the real men to get to work," Bo said arrogantly. Al quickly slid one leg under Chris' neck while lowering the other onto his throat. "You ready, bro? Let's see how many thrusts you can do before this bastard passes out." "Oh, I'm ready! On your mark, get set, GO!" Bo yelled; pile-driving his fat seven inch prick past the cum- soaked ring. At that same moment, Al started to squeeze his thighs together; choking off the air supply to Chris' lungs. The brutality by which Bo drilled him was causing his body to use up the oxygen extremely fast, and he had no way to replenish it.

Viktor Kain watched with uneasy excitement as the hero was brought to the brink of death. He stroked his massive cock slow and steady as he observed the blur of thrusts rain down on the muscle stud and the erotic convulsions they were causing. "Just remember boys, if you kill him...I'll kill you," Kain warned. But the threat was unnecessary. "Time!" Al called out as he released Chris' throat . "183, 184, 185..." Bo shouted; counting every thrust in the nearly two-minute ordeal. "Not bad, bro. Now it's my turn, but let's give him a moment to catch his breath or he won't make it to 50," Al teased. The Gant brothers used that time to flip Chris facedown with Bo sliding one leg under his stomach and placing the other on his lower back. The hero then felt Al stuff his bent eight-incher up his ass as he leaned on top of him. Al then slid his right forearm under Chris' chin and put him in another chokehold. Then while using his left arm for support, Al pushed himself up into a one-arm push-up position, pulling Chris' upper body up with him. The hero then heard the foster brother yell out to Bo to start squeezing. It wasn't enough that they had

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Chris bent backwards in a chokehold while being power-fucked, but the Gants added to it by constricting his mid-section with unbelievable crushing force.

With his rock-hard dick being ground into the floor and the ceaseless molestation of his prostate, the hero found himself teetering on the edge of an immense orgasm. Listening to his attacker panting through his thrust count, the bound hero's heartbeat began to sound like thunder in his ears as the oxygen once again dwindled in his lungs. As he neared asphyxiation, Chris spasmed wildly an started to spew his seed all over the floor and Bo's leg.

"Time!" Bo shouted as he loosened his hold on the sweaty mid-section. "156, 157...dammit! Next time I get to go first," Al complained. "Whatever, bro. Now let's put him in the vice."

Chris was barely conscious when the Gant boys rolled him onto his back, on top of Bo. He then felt Al's cock join his brother's inside his ass. Before they started to fuck him, both foster brothers wrapped their arms around the other's back and bear-hugged the hero with tremendous force. As Chris desperately gasped for air, the pair initiated a blistering double-fuck that had the onlookers in shock and amazement. Luckily for the hero, the amount of energy it takes to maintain the bear-hug and fuck at the same time was too great to sustain for very long. Both brothers started cumming after only a couple of minutes, with their spooge squirting out of the brutalized hole as their thrusts wind down.

As air filled his lungs once more, Chris already felt the presence of another assailant. Dr. Nolan was ready for his patient. Too weak to object, the good doctor easily forced the hero onto his knees and then bent him over; Chris' forehead pressed against the ground. He then squatted behind the restrained fighter and pushed in his curved, eight inch cock to the balls. Only a few minutes later, Dr. Nolan gave into his urgent need to cum, but he wasn't even close to finished with Chris. The psycho doc ordered Dowler to lie on his back and then had the Gant boys sit Chris on the arsonist's erect shaft in the reverse-cowboy position. Nolan then pushed the hero back and told Dowler to start fucking him.

The arsonist gladly obliged while the good doctor fondled the pair of bouncing ball-sacks. Soon Dr. Nolan was stroking Chris' cock as he fingered his puffy red ring. The next thing the hero felt was several fingers invading his ass while he was still being fucked, but it didn't stop there. Soon Nolan had four fingers inside and looking to add even more. "Fuck!!! Stop!!! GAWDDAMMIT!!! Don't!!!!" Chris yelled, but no one was listening. Dr. Nolan had eventually forced his whole hand inside his ass and was fist fucking him while Dowler continued to thrust away. Sensing that all this stimulation was going to bring his victim pleasure, the good doctor used his free hand to squeeze Chris' nutsack to the point that had the hero screaming in pain. Over and over again, Chris was brought to the brink of orgasm, only to have it sadistically denied.

All the screaming and cussing was bringing Dowler close to blowing his load, and as a special thank you for his assistance, Dr. Nolan's fist-fucking hand grabbed a hold of the thrusting cock, while still inside the hero's ass, and stroked him off as he continued to fuck the ravaged captive. "Whoa!! Shit, doc!!! That's fuckin' amazing!!! Don't stop!! Don't fuckin' st-st-st-stop!!!" the arsonist exclaimed; shooting load after load in the overstuffed hole. Doctor Nolan then used his cum-covered hand to jerk himself off; spraying a second load all over Chris' weary face.

With the men sexually satisfied, the doctor happily announced, "He's all yours, Kain." The big man stood up and strolled over to his prize. He took Chris into his arms and slowly lowered him onto his rigid 15" cock. As he sat back in the ambulance doorway and eased every inch inside, he started to talk to the hero. "Do you remember me, fly boy? You may have added some serious muscle, but I could never forget you." "What...what did you call me?" Chris asked, slightly confused by the reference and a little preoccupied by the huge prick burying itself in his guts. "Oh come now. It may have been a long time ago...but everyone remembers their first," Kain teased. "First? First what?" Chris questioned; now noticeably disturbed by his words.

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"How about we let my cock remind you," the rapist said as he stood up, spun around and slammed Chris onto the floor of the ambulance. As his unrelenting onslaught commenced, hazy memories began to flood the hero's mind. _____

It was just a few weeks after Austin Shepard left the air base for Officer Training School, and Chris was still having a real hard time adjusting to life without him. He began to frequent the local bar, The Smooth Swallow, where he continuously got shit-faced and had to be helped back to base. He eventually alienated all his air force buddies and had to rely on strangers for assistance. During that time, Chris would drown his sorrows at the bar and ramble on aimlessly to a seemingly kind bartender named Viktor Kain. At that time, Kain had never raped anyone. He was a good-looking, well-built stud who saw plenty of action, but Fate was about to change all of that.

One night, Chris ended up being the last one in the bar with Kain, but the bartender didn't have a car to drive him to the base. Instead, Kain offered to let Chris crash on the couch in his apartment just a block away. Once inside, the airman made a drunken pass at the bartender, who happily accepted. Staggering and tripping towards the bedroom, the two men tore the other's shirt off before falling into bed, but just as Kain's hand slipped past the waistband, Chris changed his mind. He still loved Austin and desperately wanted him to be his first. But the bartender was too amped up to stop. Kain pinned the drunken airman down, stripped him naked, and then used the torn boxers to tie his hands behind his back.

As he stared down at the firm, round virgin ass, Viktor Kain momentarily reconsidered what he was about to do, but the sight of the struggling stud triggered something dark in the muscle-bound bartender and he made his choice. Chris let out a blood-curdling scream as the thick fifteen inch cock bullied its way past his clenched ring and didn't stop until Kain's hips rested on his ass. It was a first for both men; Chris' first penetration and Kain's first victim, and for Kain, Chris would rank as his best.

The big man fucked Chris all night long, drilling him in every conceivable position and shooting numerous loads into his bowels or down his throat. But Kain had another kink that he needed to satisfy. He loved the taste of cum and couldn't get enough of it. Chris was sucked off more times than he could count and was constantly begging for mercy...which only turned Kain on even more. The bartender kept Chris tied up in his apartment for several days and kept him intoxicated the whole time, using and abusing his body for his own sadistic sexual pleasure, but eventually let him go. Chris knew something had happened but his mind was so clouded by the hangover that he chose not to report it. He just claimed to have passed out from a massive drinking binge and was put on latrine duty for being AWOL, along with mandatory counseling. He never thought about that time in his life again...until now. _____

Viktor Kain could tell that the memories had returned by the way Chris was looking at him. "I told you. I told you that everyone remembers their first time. After you, I tried to recreate the awesome experience, but every single time, the stud failed to live up to your memory. And I fucked a lot of guys. Your hole is just so perfect for my big dick. That's why I believe you are the one for me...and I'm never letting you go again." Chris just stared at his assailant in disbelief. The guy that had raped him all those years ago, the guy that took his virginity actually thinks they are meant to be together?!? Chris' mind raced as he tried to figure a way out of this scenario, but the bulldozing boner plowing through his guts made that near impossible.

Just as Kain started to ramp up his thrusts, the hero heard his salvation. The stolen ambulance had a GPS tracker device and the authorities had followed its signal to the warehouse. Moments before Kain could unleash his seed into his first 'love', a voice through a bullhorn ordered the escaped inmates to surrender. With self-preservation the highest order and the desire to stay out of the asylum a close second, Kain and the others abandoned Chris and raced towards various exits...all except Irving.

While Kain and Dr. Nolan escaped through a hidden doorway in the back of the warehouse, Dowler and the Gant brothers were apprehended. Irving knew he wasn't fast enough to evade capture, so he used what little free time he had left to crawl inside the ambulance with Chris, lock the doors and then ram his cock back

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inside his hated adversary one last time. By the time the officers got to him, Irving had his hands wrapped around Chris' throat and was pumping a third load up his ass. As they dragged him away, the hero could hear the insane arms-dealer yelling, "I fucked you, Chris! I fucked you!!! You are my bitch now! You're my biiiiiitch!" before being tasered and whimpering in pain.

The authorities were about to take Chris back to the asylum as well, since he had no I.D. on him, but one of the officers recognized the hero and vouched for him. That officer gave the weary warrior a ride home and helped him up to his apartment. He told Chris that he would need to give a statement about the attack, but that could wait until he was fully cognizant. The last thing Chris remembered was locking the door before collapsing into bed. He would sleep for 20 hours straight before even waking up, but it would be another 10 hours before he would get out of bed. _____

In the surgical lab of N-Velop Industries, the drone formally known as Gabe Covats was strapped to a cold steel table and prepped for dissection...but the drone was still alive. Dr. Mansen entered the lab and told his team they were ready to begin. The drone was not under any anesthesia because they wanted to study how its body reacted to each step of the exploratory surgery. From previous experiments, they had learned that EZ semen helped the drones to heal, so the team had several gallons of zombie spunk and a feeding tube ready to go should it be necessary.

The first cut would be through the enlarged ball-sack. The team noted that it had grown considerably since the drone's initial conception and they wanted to learn exactly what was growing in there. With the sack submerged in a shallow bowl of Megalo-Mace's precum, the surgeon cut through the base and immediately jumped back. The drone had let out a gut-wrenching scream, but that wasn't what startled the doctor. Besides the expected enlarged testicles, several juvenile spermatophores slip out in to the bowl, splashing around in the pool of precum. When one of the researchers leaned down to get a closer look, one of the parasites sprung out of the bowl and landed on his surgical mask. The scientist yelled out in fear and fell backwards, tearing the mask from his face. The 4" long spermatophore quickly shriveled up and died...after getting halfway through the mask as it tried to worm down the man's throat. Two other researchers poured the remaining parasites into a larger container and left the room.

Dr. Mansen then sliced open one of the testicles and noticed the thicker than normal semen building up inside. He ordered another researcher to collect some samples and begin studying its genetic makeup along with performing a detailed dissection of the severed testicle. His next focus was on the main spermatophore clinging to the drone's spine. As the surgeon dragged the razor sharp blade over the drone's chest, the mutated employee started to scream and struggled against its bindings. As the surgical team pulled open the drone's chest cavity and delicately moved its internal organs to one side or the other, they saw the spermatophore's tail coiled around the spinal cord. In doing so they had exposed it to oxygen and it started to wither, which then caused the drone's vitals to crash. One of the assistants quickly doused the parasite with thick EZ spooge which provided a thin, protective layer from the oxygen. Another researcher slid a feeding tube down the drone's throat, allowing it to consume as much spunk as it needed.

Knowing that they only had a few minutes at the most before the parasite died, the researchers began testing its resolve to stay connected to the host body. Every section they touched resulted in the drone convulsing violently as if the spermatophore was sending a warning that it would kill the host if they tried to remove it. But with time running out for the parasite, Dr. Mansen decided he might as well see what actually happens. With a quick flick of his scalpel, the surgeon severed the lengthy tail of the spermatophore from its 'head' and the result was dramatic. The head of the parasite unleashed all the enzymes stored within it which caused the lone ball to swell rapidly and the throbbing cock to spew copious amount of spunk everywhere. The tail of the spermatophore immediately stiffened as it straightened out, causing the tip of the tail to pierce the base of the brain, killing the host instantly.

Unphased by this result, Dr. Mansen ordered the brain to be removed for study along with several of the drone's enhanced muscles and then placed a call to H.R. He was ready for the next test subject to be prepped for the same procedure. _____

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A couple of days later, Chris finally had the strength to get up and shower. His whole body ached...and he stunk like stale sex. Later, while waiting for a pizza to be delivered, the hero fired up his laptop with the intention of scanning the available data on the duplicate hard drive Wendell had given him, and that's when all the memories stated to flood back. "Shit! The hard drive is still in the police cruiser...which is still at the shipyard...where I was attacked by that monster zombie thing...but...but then how did I end up in the warehouse district getting raped by the escaped inmates?!? How did I get away from that monster?? The last thing I remember was getting fucked hard...Shit!! What happened?" he wondered aloud.

Desperate for answers, Chris caught a cab to the shipyard, but not before eating his pizza because he also couldn't remember the last time he ate real food. Not surprisingly, the police car was exactly where Chris left it. The city had so many other problems that the cops rarely bothered to close cases on zombie attacks because far too many occurred all the time. After finding the hard drive still in the duffel bag, the hero found himself drawn the cargo container 'graveyard', but this time he was well armed. As the memories trickled back, he walked through the scenario he could remember, and it eventually brought him to Kalibus' remains.

"Jeezus!! What the fuck tore this thing apart?!? And why didn't it do the same to me?" After surveying the area further and finding nothing else, Chris decided that Dr. Hamilton might want to dissect the zombie for research, so he tossed the carcass in the trunk and headed back to the doctor's compound. _____

"Hey Doc. I have a surprise for you," Chris joked as he popped open the trunk. "So where do you want it?" "What kind of monster is that?" Dr. Hamilton said, taking a few steps backwards. "Don't worry, doc, it's dead. And I'm not sure, but it had me against the ropes a couple of nights ago." "Well, congratulations on killing it," the doctor praised. "That's the problem. I didn't. I don't know who or what did...or how I survived its attack. I think you'd better run some new tests on me because I can't recall several hours that night...yet somehow I managed to survive this," Chris explained. "Very well. Use the freight elevator to bring that thing down to the lab and then I'll start your physical exam."

"Hey Chris, back already?" Wendell shouted as he gave the hero a quick hug. "Just getting a check up and dropping something off for the doc to experiment on." "Cool. By the way, did you ever get a chance to review the data on the hard drive I gave you?" Wendell asked as he followed the two men to the lab. "No, not yet. The last few days have been...crazy, to say the least," Chris replied. "Well, when you have a minute, I think you're going to want to see what I found. I haven't decrypted the other sectors yet, but I found some info on 'patient zero'...the guy whose DNA they used when creating the Eros Virus...and the name of the doctor who developed it," the computer genius stated nonchalantly. "Great work, Wendell! Let Doc here take some blood samples and I'll be up to see what you've found so far," the hero replied, a little more optimistic than when he arrived.

Ten minutes later, Chris and Dr. Hamilton were looking at the computer monitors waiting for Wendell's data to appear when suddenly Chris shouted out, "No fuckin' way!!! Gawddammit!! You have got to be fuckin' kidding me!!" "What's wrong, Chris? I thought you'd be happy with what I found," Wendell responded, unsure as to why the hero reacted so angrily. "That guy, 'patient zero'...I know that guy," he answered with an agitated tone. "You know the serial rapist, Viktor Kain?" Dr. Hamilton inquired. "In a manner of speaking, yes," Chris answered. "Great. Then all you have to do is go down to Rodmoar Meadows Asylum and see if he'll give you a semen sample for the doc, and we'll be on our way to figuring out how to eliminate this virus once and for all," Wendell chimed in. "One problem...he's one of the inmates that escaped Rodmoar the other evening," the hero explained.

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"Oh...crap. Well, maybe we'll have better luck tracking down the doctor that developed the virus. Dr. Neville Snealey is listed as the head of research for this project and these are his encrypted files on the hard drive. Maybe we can convince him to..." Wendell continued before Chris interrupted. "Forget it. That's a dead end...literally. Dr. Snealey became an Ero-zombie and is of no help to us," the hero explained as his mind jumped back to his encounters with the EZ he knew as the Runt. The same manipulative little zombie that killed his former lover, Luke, who is now, unbeknownst to Chris, the formidable EZ, Nacreous. "Ok, so let's not get too depressed here. Let me see if I can track down possible locations where this Kain guy might go. You go finish your exam with the doctor and let me do my thing. Chin up, Chris. This is only a minor setback," Wendell said reassuringly; having felt bad for delivering more bad news than good.

Down in the lab, the doctor started the physical exam while getting a feel for Chris' current state of mind. "So why did you get so angry when you saw Viktor Kain's photo? How exactly do you know him?" "Look doc, I know what you're trying to do, but I really don't want to talk about this." "Chris, you can't keep all of this bottled up. You already have the weight of the world on your shoulders, so there will be times that you have to let go of some things if you're ever going to be able to keep moving forward." After several minutes of total silence, Chris finally spoke up, "He raped me. While I was still in the Air Force, that son of a bitch raped me while I was drunk. And then, somehow, he raped me again after escaping Rodmoar. The worst part is, I don't even know how I ended up as their captive. The last thing I remember was battling that monster I brought you...and losing. Then somehow I wake up bound to a gurney and getting gang raped by several escaped inmates." "I'm sorry, Chris. I honestly had no idea," the doc replied with a gentle pat on his shoulder. "We have to find him, doc. His DNA might be the key to all of this." "We will, Chris. But first, we need to finish getting samples to test. That said, I...um...need a semen sample now," the doctor said, slightly embarrassed. The request made Chris chuckle. "Great timing there, doc." "I know...sorry. But I need to see if there are any new changes to your physiology. "Here's a jar. Just go use the bathroom to coax out a batch, ok?" "I have a better idea. Why don't you 'coax' out a sample instead. Right now I won't be able to think of anything besides the attack...if I were to do it myself. But if you were to do it for me, I could concentrate on your great body instead. So what do you say, doc? Care to give your patient a hand?"

Dr. Hamilton thought about it for several minutes, and while he tried to remain professional, Chris' pheromones were surging, making any logical thought process impossible. So the doc slowly undid the button and zipper on his patient's pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He then slid the boxers away and slowly stroked the enlarging shaft. Chris moaned softly from the gentle handjob and was grateful to be looking into kind eyes while that was happening. Instinctively, he reached out and started to undress the doctor, and the doc didn't stop him. Both men were attracted to each other, but had never had the opportunity to act upon it...until now.

Chris leaned in and gave Dr. Hamilton a passionate kiss as his hands slid down the firm, toned back until he was squeezing the surprisingly taut ass-cheeks of the nearly 50 year old physician. So caught up in the erotic embrace, neither man noticed that Chris' cock was bigger than before. The previous transformation had left its mark on the hero in a somewhat subtle way. His previously 10" rock hard shaft was now a foot long and slightly thicker. After a few more seductive strokes on the larger cock, Chris was ready to offer up a hefty sample for study; filling several jars with his seed. Dr. Hamilton quickly sealed up the containers and placed them in cold storage because he wasn't quite ready to be staring into a microscope.

Dr. Hamilton pushed Chris back onto the exam table and climbed on top of his patient. Then with a skilled approach, he slowly inserted the still-hard shaft into his needy hole. Once every inch was inside the man, Chris took hold of the doc's hips and started to grind his cock hard and deep. The doctor pinched and twisted the hero's perky nipples as he bounced wildly on the thrusting crotch, his own thick eight-incher whipping up and down and flinging precum all over Chris' torso. The tight, stately ass was too much for the horny hero, and he pumped out several more loads, but these would not be suitable for study.

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As the good doctor climbed off of the sweaty patient, he ordered Chris to slid over so that he was lying on his back perpendicular to the exam table. Then the doc positioned himself in between the powerful thighs and slowly pushed his eager shaft into the unusually tight ass. The sensation was amazing and had the doctor grunting loudly as his intensity picked up. Just then... "Hey guys, I might hav...WHOA!! Sorry!!" Wendell shouted, completely taken aback by the hot scene in the lab. "Don't rush out, Wendell." Chris replied. "My throat is feeling a bit lonely," he continued with a wink. The hero was apparently still feeling the side-effects of the previous transformation and the need for man-seed.

Not to let an opportunity like that pass him by, the computer whiz dropped his drawers and slid his thirteen inch pole down the vacant throat. Soon the lab was filled with moans and groans as the three men gave into their carnal desires. As the thrusting rods filled him from both ends, Chris was slightly bothered by how cum- crazed he was feeling. He had just been raped by six men, but he still felt an overwhelming need to consume more semen. He knew something wasn't right, but in that moment he decided not to care. He was being filled by two men he trusted completely and that made it perfectly ok. He loved that Wendell was fondling his heaving pecs while the doctor stroked his throbbing cock and played with his big balls, and all the while Chris just held onto the table and let his friends enjoy his body.

Ten minutes later, both holes were overflowing with hot, creamy seed and Chris was in heaven. Some primal need was quenched and his mind could refocus on the issues at hand. As Wendell cleaned up to head back upstairs, he noticed something...impressive. "Damn, Chris! When did your cock get so big?!?" Both Chris and the doctor looked down at his crotch and just stared. "Jeezus!! It's like 2" longer!" Chris exclaimed. "Ok, doc. What's happening to me?" Wendell just patted the hero on the shoulder and told him a couple of extra inches is never a bad thing, before heading back to his computer and telling Chris to see him when the doc was finished with him. The doctor started to run the samples through a battery of tests to see if anything had changed, and while they waited for the results, he also decided to run another test. Dr. Hamilton felt it was prudent to also take CT scans of Chris' torso and pelvic region to see if there was any damage from the various assualts. What he found startled the normally reserved physician.

"Um...Chris...I need you to see this," Dr. Hamilton said seriously as he directed the hero to a large computer monitor. "On the right is the normal CT scan. Take note of the general placement of the organs and intestines. Now on the left is your CT scan. Some of your internal organs appear to have shifted slightly to allow for your large intestine to have more of a straight run from your rectum, up past your stomach and then curving back down to its normal spot where your appendix is located. I've never seen anything like this, but this physical change is what probably kept you alive while you were being assaulted by that 5-shafted monster. Any normal man's internal organs would have been bludgeoned beyond recognition. And it appears that your large intestine has grown wider as well, which explains how you also survived that considerable girth. Speaking of that girth...we just had sex, and your rectum was as tight as a virgin's. Your body seems to now have an ability to counteract the physical toll of a brutal assault. Keep in mind, none of what I'm saying should be taken as bad news. It simply appears that all of your virus-infected encounters have caused your body to conform to your attackers typical endowment." "Great. So basically I'm becoming the perfect zombie bitch. Any other "non-bad news", doc?" Chris said sarcastically. "There are some inconsistencies with your blood work from the previous samples, but I will need to run further tests before I'm sure of anything. And then there is your semen." "What? Am I sterile from all the assaults too?" "Actually, quite the opposite. Your semen is unusually potent. To the level of nearly ten times what a normal, virile male would be. Again, at the present moment, there is no reason to be concerned. I still need to run several more tests before I have the full work up. I'll take samples from the creature you brought me and compare them to yours to see if it caused any of these changes, but until I have anything further just know that your body is proving its resiliency in this battle."

Chris took a few moments to let the news sink in and then headed upstairs to see Wendell.

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"So what do you have for me this time?" the hero said, somewhat apprehensive that it would be more bad news. "I actually think I know where Viktor Kain ran off to. First I hacked into a federal database to gather as much info on Kain as they had, but it was pretty basic stuff. Then I uploaded a program that scoured the internet for anything related to Kain, and then after the program processed everything it generated a probability matrix that...," Wendell started explaining. "In normal English, ok?" Chris requested. "Ok, sorry. It's just that this stuff is so cool to me. Anyways, factoring in all the key elements and using that info when generating a search via a military spy satellite I tapped into, I located Kain's great-grandmother's long forgotten cabin in the mountains. And it appears that someone is staying there now. The last satellite image shows smoke billowing out of the chimney...last night. And upon checking previous images from the last few weeks, there was no smoke," Wendell said, all proud of himself. "Great job, Wendell! But...how come the authorities don't know about this place?" Chris inquired. "My best guess is that they don't have the resources to run this level of search. And with the state of the world right now, what's one more cock-hungry predator running around? I doubt he is high on their list of priorities," the techno whiz reasoned.

With dusk nearing, Chris opted to stay the night with the doctor and Wendell, once again becoming the center of attention when the men needed a break from work. And of course, Wendell was eager to take the newly improved cock for a ride. The next morning after a hearty breakfast, he got the cabin's coordinates from Wendell. He then packed a small, portable liquid nitrogen-lined specimen container into a backpack and hit the road. This time he was the predator and Kain would be his prey.

After many hours of driving, Chris finally had to abandon his vehicle and hike the rest of the way to the cabin. With the backpack also full of rations, water and extra ammo; the hero, his sidearm and machete entered the woods. According to his map, he had approximately three hours of hiking from the dirt road where he parked his vehicle to the cabin, but Chris decided he could make better time by taking the more strenuous route, hiking along steeper grades and more rocky terrain. He was totally focused on finding Kain and getting what he needed from the rapist to end the Ero-zombie nightmare once and for all.

He had just reached the top of an overlook when he spotted the cabin a few hundred yards away on the next peak. As he started to head downhill, the hero heard a twig snap behind him, but as he turned around with his gun drawn...[BLAM! BLAM!]. Chris Redfield took two rounds to the chest and dropped to the ground.

To be continued...

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