Consumed (The Eros Initiative - Chapter 21) by Baldwolf

Chris Redfield's eyes slowly opened, but all he could see was a blinding white light. He felt a cool, pleasant sensation on his flesh and heard faint noises that sounded almost like a choir singing. He then saw a figure moving towards him, but he couldn't focus on the face. His mind was hazy, and he began to wonder if he was dead. "Maybe this is Heaven. Maybe I did all I needed to do," he thought to himself. "I really wanted to be the one to stop Wesker though, but at least I won't have to deal with the bastard herrrrrEEEEEOOOOOWWWW!!"

The excruciating pain tearing through his body quickly erased any fantasy that he was moving on to the Great Beyond. The stabbing sensation was all too familiar and a few seconds later, the hero came face to face with his reality. "I thought I might have doped you too much there, stud. But even if I had, I wasn't going to pass up drillin' your sweet ass some more," Viktor Kain mused; his thick 15" rock-hard cock slamming hard into his drugged captive.

Chris soon realized he was buck-naked on a grassy knoll, staring up at the man who raped him and stole his virginity years earlier; now suffering a similar fate yet again. Kain had gotten the drop on Chris when the hero tried to sneak up on him at the cabin; firing two tranquilizer darts into his chest. The serial rapist then carried the incapacitated hero to his truck a drove to an even more remote location. After concealing his vehicle underneath the dense tree canopy, the 6'-6" tall, muscular menace had been in the process of fireman-carrying Chris to a very secluded cabin when the hero started to stir. Feeling the zombie hunter's muscles start to flex and twitch against his shirtless torso got his juices flowing, and Kain decided he couldn't wait any longer.

With his arms bound behind his back, all Chris could do was grunt and sweat has the assailant fucked him vigorously. "Scream if you want. No one will hear you. This land has been in my family for generations and there's no one around for miles. I'll give you credit for finding Granny's house, but there ain't a soul alive who knows of this place...besides me and you that is. Things are about to get real cozy, stud," Viktor taunted. Moments later, Chris' bowels were doused with the man's creamy, warm spunk.

As Kain tossed the hero over his shoulder once again, Chris finally saw the cabin of which Viktor was speaking. It was a small structure built into the side of a rocky hill. The majority of the space seemed to be within the hillside, in a deep cave. When the rapist carried the hero over the threshold, he could see that it was basically one large room with a simple kitchenette, a table and chairs, a rundown couch and a large bed. Kain offhandedly informed Chris that nature was their bathroom and the meager waterfall 100 yards away was their shower.

Viktor then walked over to the bed and tossed Chris on to it, but before he could attempt an escape, the towering terror jabbed another tranquilizer dart into his bare chest and smiled. _____

Back in the city, Linc, Evan, Knox, Dane, Swag and D-line were continuing their discussion on the virtues of opening a zombie hunter training facility. "These idiots think it's as easy as swinging an ax at a corpse. They have no idea how fast they can move or what is truly in store for them once they've lost the fight. And my ass is tired of all the dead dick finding its way up inside me when we try to save 'em," Swag grumbled. "That's why we need to teach them what to expect and how to kill them quickly and efficiently. The more guys we have out there killing zombies and not becoming one of them, the sooner we can win this fight," Dane pointed out. "While it's all good in theory...how are we going to do this? Anyone have a plan?" Linc questioned. "What about using the rec center just south of here," Evan replied. "It has everything we would need to train." "You know...that could work. We could even use the indoor racquetball courts for live zombie training. Some guys could observe from the upper level while others get their hands dirty killing actual EZs...in a controlled

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setting. We could capture the slower, weaker zombies for practice until our trainees are ready for the tougher ones," Knox determined. "Sounds good to me, but...um...how do we get guys to sign up?" D-line asked. "That will probably be the easiest part. The majority of guys out there don't want to be raped by a zombie or want to make sure it never happens again. We just let them know where they can learn the skills to save their asses...literally," Knox concluded.

And with that, the Zombie Decimation Corps was born. _____

At N-Velop Industries, Nigel Baptiste was walking briskly towards the laboratory. His scientists had made a remarkable discovery regarding Megalo-Mace and his drones, the CEO was eager to find out what.

"Sir, as we noted previously, the mutated specimen seemed to have some kind of psionic link to his drones, and we finally found proof of that link. After dissecting several infected men we discovered that each one had developed a small tumor-like growth at the base of their brain stem...exactly where the tail of the spermatophore was attached. We ran several scans of the mercenary's cranial region and found an even larger mass in the same location..." one scientist began to explain. "But how do you know he can communicate mentally with his drones?" Baptiste inquired impatiently. "We ran several tests with the mercenary in one room and a drone in another, and they were completely separated from each other. We would allow Mason to see a certain things via a video monitor that were either in or adjacent to the drone's space. But the drone couldn't see or smell them himself. In one test, the first object was a key hidden amongst many tiny boxes. The key would unlock only one of the six locked doors in the space. Behind the correct door was another door with a combination lock that would lead to a naked and helpless intern trapped in the adjacent room. Every time we ran the test, the mercenary would focus on the small box with the key, and the drone would immediately pick up that box and only that box. Next Mason would concentrate on the correct door and the drone would step up to it and unlock it. We then gave the mercenary the combination to the lock and the drone would unlock it on the first try, and of course immediately reap the reward of a successful test."

Nigel Baptiste's mind was racing. All he could think about was controlling a huge army of monster-cock breeders that could infect any man it fucked. His quest for global domination seemed even more attainable now.

"So if we could somehow enhance the psionic nodule of one of the spermatophores, we could theoretically control his drones?" the would-be world conqueror asked excitedly. "Theoretically...sort of. Since he is the progenitor of the parasites, the enhanced spermatophore would only be able to override his will...but through him, a person would theoretically be able to control all his drones. Of course, we would need to extract several spermatophores from Mason and run extensive tests. But assuming we could mutate the parasite's nodule to a size greater than his, it should have the ability to override his own mind and take control of not only his thoughts, but the thoughts of his offspring too. "Get started immediately!!" Baptiste ordered; his fully erect cock pressing hard against his trousers. "Not a problem sir. We actually anticipated your response and have the mercenary prepped for several extractions."

The scientists led the CEO to Megalo-Mace's room, and Nigel Baptiste uttered an audible gasp at the sight of the muscular monster bound to the table while his massive shaft was held straight up in the air. The 18" long, 5" thick prick glistened in the light as a thick drool of precum trickled from its piss-slit. The megalomaniac watched as a lab tech slid something akin to an industrial strength condom over the huge cock. Turning to one of the scientists, he asked, "What are they doing?" "Since the parasites cannot survive in open air, and it's impossible to gauge just how much fluid will be ejected with the spermatophore, we developed the thin, pliable sleeve that can stretch to accommodate each and every ejaculation." "The parasites can't break through the material?" Baptiste inquired.

"No sir. It may be thin but it is incredibly strong and resilient. Even a knife can't puncture it."

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"Perfect!! It's time I help out the scientific community...besides giving it tons of money," the CEO announced; stripping out of his clothes and moving towards his captive. "SIR?!?! What are you doing??" "I'm going to help extract the samples you need. Since I don't have to worry about the condom breaking...I'm taking this monster for a ride!"

Without a second's hesitation, Nigel Baptiste climbed atop the exam table, straddled the massive dick and eased his bubble butt down on the sheathed shaft. The whole company knew he was a voracious power bottom, by the research staff got a front row seat to the spectacular display of his cock-riding skills. The megalomaniac took every inch on the first try and moaned ecstatically with satisfaction. After grinding his ass on the mutated merc's hips for several seconds, Baptiste began to bounce wildly on the gargantuan girth; punching the monster's massive pecs or twisting his huge nipples on each impact.

The ride lasted for several minutes before Megalo-Mace's first load blasted into the sleeve. The CEO slowly slid off of the rod and allowed the scientists to take the first sample away before ordering them to re-sheath the shaft. As soon as it was prepped and ready, Baptiste dropped down hard, taking every inch with ease. With the delusions of grandeur flooding his thoughts, the CEO began to get cocky as he rode his beast. He started to bitch-slap Megalo-Mace repeatedly as he ordered the merc to fuck him harder. Baptiste didn't care who saw his carnal display; he was going to enjoy every step of his journey towards world domination.

The sexually-crazed egotist coaxed over a dozen samples from his 'pet' along with donating numerous batches of his own before calling it quits. Weakly, he slid from the table and strolled naked to his office; his ass still buzzing from the onslaught. Before he left the room, he ordered the remainder of Megalo-Mace's drones to be set loose on the city. If he was going to be able to control an army, there first had to be one to control. _____

Back in the cabin, Chris awoke to body-jarring thrusts as Kain took full advantage of the helpless hero. With his wrists and ankles bound to the headboard, the formidable zombie killer had no choice but to be the rapist's cum dump. Kain was nuzzling his face in the captive's neck while his hands had a powerful grip on the hero's round, firm ass cheeks. Chris knew pleading with his captor was useless; he needed to develop a new strategy for escape. A brief respite ten minutes later offered him the chance to ascertain his true situation.

"Why are you doing this Viktor? You know people will come looking for me. You've had your fun now, so why don't you just let me go?" "Forget it! And just let them try to track you down. We are totally off the grid out here. My late brother Vance may have been an anti-government nutball, but he knew how to trick out a cabin with all the bells and whistles powered by Mother Nature. I know you don't see it yet, but you'll soon come to see this as home and never want to leave me. You just have to give in to Fate and trust that we were meant for each other."

As Chris tried to comprehend what he had just heard, Viktor Kain stuffed his huge cock back inside him and began to fuck him some more...that time a lot more gently, almost seductively. The hero was stressed that Kain believed they were fated to be together and was now playing house with him; compounded by the fact the he had no idea where he was, that the chains the secured him to the bed were huge and that Viktor was just as strong as he was...if not stronger. Realizing that there was no way to convince his assailant to let him go, Chris quickly determined his only shot at freedom was making Kain believe he wanted to stay...but that might take a while.

While he formulated his strategy, he felt another huge wad of spunk splatter his guts and then quivered as the convict slid out of him and buried his face in his sweaty crotch. The hero watched silently as Viktor easily inhaled all twelve inches before delivering one of the most wickedly slow blow jobs of his life. Chris was grateful for one thing; it seemed clear that his captor had no intentions of harming him, just seducing him. Unable to fight the urge, he began moaning and groaning as the strong lips glided over every inch, up and down, over and over again. Kain's forceful tongue rolled over the sensitive cockhead mercilessly while his weathered hands groped Chris' burly pecs or squeezed down on the captive's nutsack; staving off one orgasm after another.

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After an hour of cocksucking and orgasm denial, Kain looked up at Chris, with his cock still in his mouth, and winked. He was finally going to let the hero cum. With the pace of the bobbing head increasing and the ticklish torture of the fingers rubbing his torso, Chris began to grunt wildly and buck his hips harder and harder. His aching nuts tightened, and soon his was pumping gobs of his thick, delectable spunk down his attacker's throat. Kain swallowed every last drop and licked the prick dry. Satisfied that he delivered a mind- bending blow-job, the rapist got up and headed for the kitchen. He wanted to make sure his man was well fed.

As the hero watched the convict whip up a meal and then nonchalantly feed it to him, he was disturbed by one thought in particular. Toying with the serial rapist's emotions was a truly dangerous game. If he overplayed his hand and Kain figured out what he was trying to do, the hero might find himself dead and buried in the middle of nowhere. He knew he had to be convincing, which meant he had to appear to slowly fall for his captor.

When the meal was done, Viktor washed the dishes and curled up in bed next to Chris. With the wrists of his 'soul mate' still bound securely to the bed, the convict drifted to sleep; a smile plastered on his face. The hero tried to fight off the drowsiness, but the sounds of Kain's light snores lured him to slumber.

The next few days were filled with the same routine, lots of bound sex with meals in between. Trips to the all- natural men's room and a daily waterfall shower were his only break from the bed. Kain always traveled with a tranquilizer dart, and Chris was always chained, shackled or bound in some fashion. The rapist wasn't so quick to trust. _____

Wendell and Dr. Hamilton had grown quite concerned that they couldn't reach Chris for several days. His cell phone signal was dead, so there was no way to track his location. Wendell was able to pick up a faint signal from his vehicle's GPS and relayed that information to Knox and Dane; the back-up that Chris should have taken with him. When the mercs arrived at the site, they found the abandoned vehicle but nothing else. There were no tracks to follow and no evidence to collect. They returned to Dr. Hamilton's facility empty-handed. Wendell reconfigured one of his tracking programs to start a grid by grid search for any anomalies in the vicinity, hoping and praying they would find some clue as to where Chris had disappeared to...and if he was even still alive. _____

Days turned into weeks, and soon Chris was finding it hard to distinguish between his play-acting and the oddly real feelings that seemed to have developed for Viktor Kain. The whole time in the cabin, the serial rapist was of course fucking the daylights out of his captive, but he never once hurt him, and his kisses were so passionate that the hero was finding it hard not to give in to that very passion and let his guard down.

One such day, Viktor was feeding him strawberries and some juice dripped onto the hero's chest. Kain naturally licked it up, but when he looked up, Chris was smiling slightly before moving in for a quick kiss. Both the hero and the convict were taken aback by what had just happened. Chris was shocked to find that he wanted to kiss his captor and Kain's heart was racing because the moment he had dreamt of just happened...he was actually falling for him.

Viktor tried to move in for another kiss but Chris resisted...at first. "I told you that you would warm up to this place and to me. You just needed time. I should have known after our first night together that you were the one, but it took some experimenting to realize it. So I don't blame you for needing some time to come to the same realization," Kain said softly. "I don't want to be falling for you, but........but I can't seem to help myself. It's strange, but even though I find myself chained to your bed, I haven't felt this safe in years. I haven't had to battle a zombie or other monstrosity in weeks nor have I been concerned about being attacked by one. And the sex...well...it's obvious you know your way around a cock. I should be angry every time you fuck me, but I find myself anxious for your dick to be back in my ass or your mouth on my cock. You have me so twisted around inside that I don't know which way is up," Chris confessed; even more bothered by the amount of truth in his words.

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Kain caressed the hero's face and leaned in for another kiss, that time not being rejected. As their tongues swirled around the other's, Viktor pulled Chris flat on the bed and crawled on top. The hero didn't hesitate to spread his legs and was soon rewarded by the long prick burrowing its way deep inside. Before the convict initiated his power-thrusts, he did something completely new. He reached under the bed and grabbed the key to Chris' chains. As soon as his arms were freed, the hero wrapped them around Kain and hugged him tightly; bracing himself for an intense drilling.

Chris and Viktor fucked and sucked like madmen into the night and the next morning; trying out several new positions that were previously impossible due to the chains. He desperately wanted to fuck Kain's muscular ass, but was immediately warned that it was off limits. Kain was a top only. To soothe his lover's disappointment, Viktor treated him to another marathon blow-job; one where Chris could hold on to the rapist's head and even control the head bobs.

It wasn't long before the two were fast asleep in each other's arms, sweaty and spent. Kain was in heaven, but Chris was a tortured soul. His dreams were schizophrenic. On the one hand, he was enjoying a sexually robust life far removed from zombies. On the other, he felt a moral obligation to stop Wesker and all of the monsters that sociopath had created. All the conflicting thoughts jarred Chris from his sleep. When he sat up in bed, he realized that Viktor was still sleeping and that he wasn't bound to anything. The hero could escape into the woods...but he wasn't ready to leave yet. So instead, he lay back down and curled up against Kain. As he drifted off, in his mind he justified his actions as one that would allow his body to totally recuperate from all the previous zombie attacks, and taking a few more days before escaping was actually better for everyone in the long run. _____

Chris Redfield's disappearance sparked a renewed urgency to train willing and abled men to battle the growing Ero-Zombie threat. And in a few short weeks, Linc and the members of the newly formed ZDC had converted the abandoned rec center into a viable training facility, including makeshift barracks for their nearly two dozen recruits. They fashioned the basement into holding cells for the weaker EZs that had been captured for live drills. The indoor racquetball courts became combat training cells, or 'cum courts' as D-Line liked to call them. Others referred to that area as the 'coliseum' because the men sat in the balcony along the back wall and cheered on their fellow fighters.

Besides a regimented workout schedule, the recruits were educated on all things EZ...as much as the team actually knew of the threat, that is. Dr. Hamilton held several seminars to explain the side-effects to becoming a creamy meal for the undead. But the part that had the men most excited and terrified was the hand to hand combat sessions in the 'coliseum'.

That particular day, the men were about to face a zombie solo. In the earlier sessions, they had one of the seasoned mercs in the cell with them in case they got in to trouble. But now they had to start putting their new skills to the test. First up was Dalton. When the EMT stepped into the space, his heart was racing, and he quickly surveyed everything around him. The team had turned the former court into an abandoned alley with trash cans and debris scattered everywhere. The point of that exercise was to find a discarded object that could be use to defeat the zombie, but before Dalton could grab something, the door opened again and an EZ charged through it.

Dodging the first attack, the EMT landed several punches to the hungry monster's face, but he failed to keep moving which allowed the beast to grab hold of his pants. With a quick tug, Dalton once again found himself bare-assed in front of his fellow fighters...something every man in the facility had experienced. With his rigid 8-incher bouncing wildly, the man in his early 30's ran around the space trying to stay one step ahead of the monster while desperately seeking a weapon. On his third lap, the EMT spotted a broken broom handle. Racing for the wooden shaft, Dalton dove and grabbed it just as the zombie pounced on his back.

A vicious struggle ensued with the EMT eventually becoming the creature's meal for the first few rounds. But as the beast rammed its 14" prick balls-deep, Dalton stabbed the broom handle through its eye socket and killed the zombie. For his prize, the EMT experienced his first death orgasm...and it was overwhelming. His

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balls quickly started to swell and he was screaming in agony. Luckily for him, Evan and Linc teamed up to ease his pain and drain his nuts as delicately as possible.

Vander was next up, and as he walked past the groaning EMT, the teacher swallowed hard and nervously entered the cell. All the men would soon realize there was no getting over the dread of live training with zombies, no matter how long they did it. _____

A couple of months later on a beautiful sunny morning back in the cabin, Viktor awoke to find Chris gone from the bed. In a panic, he jumped up and raced for the door, but before he could open it, the hero walked in; toweling off his wet head from an early morning shower. "Where the fuck did you go?!?" Kain screamed. "I took a shower, obviously. What's your problem?" Chris fired back; acting pissed off. "Don't leave here without my permission...EVER!! You get to stay 'off leash' as long as you obey me." "OFF LEASH!! I'm not your fuckin' pet, asshole!" "No...you're my bitch...and that ass is my property. I would have thought you learned that lesson by now." "Another comment like that and I'll show you who the real bitch is," Chris growled, realizing he was a fool to fall for someone so unstable. He quickly determined that it was now or never to make his move and escape. "That's it! You're going back in chains...RIGHT NOW!" Kain screamed, grabbing for Chris arm.

The towering rapist instead got a face-full of the hero's fist, and Chris didn't let up. His punches were so powerful that it was driving Kain backwards towards the bed...exactly where Chris shouldn't have directed him. Realizing that his captive had the upper hand, the rapist lunged for a small box stashed in a secret compartment in the nightstand. Pulling out a tranquilizer dart, Kain started to chuckle menacingly and moved toward Chris.

"Shit! I can't let him inject me again or I'm fucked," he thought, as he back-pedaled.

Scanning the room, he improvised by hurling a chair at the charging psycho, but that only pissed off Kain even more.

"I think I'm going to have to kill you once I'm done fucking your hole into oblivion!" he hissed. "Actually, dickhead, I plan on fucking your tight, little hole once I put you on your ass!! Seems only fitting to take away the one thing you hold so fucking dear! And then when I'm done with you, I'm going to leave you chained to your bed and let every cop who wants a turn, have at your cum-soaked hole. Get ready...soon you'll be moaning like a little whore." Chris replied arrogantly.

His words had the desired effect; sending Kain into a full-on rage. Blinded by anger, the big man thrust and jabbed the dart recklessly at Chris, and the hero was able to easily dodge the assault. Trying to chase down his prey, Kain tripped on a piece of the broken chair. As he fell, the tranquilizer dart slipped from his hand and rolled under the bed. Soon both he and Chris were scrambling for it; both desperate to subdue the other.

In an unexpected move, Viktor abandoned his attempted retrieval and initiated a new tactic. Quickly sliding out from under the bed, the rapist grabbed the hero's ankles and dragged him in to the middle of the room and jumped on his back. "You're gonna learn your place, boy!" he hissed as he rubbed his swollen cockhead at Chris' exposed hole. "FUCK! I can't let him take me again or it's all over," he panicked.

The tormented captive tried in vain to break free, but the sight of the muscular stud struggling was driving Kain wild. Chris kicked at the man and clawed at the floor but nothing worked. And then it happened. "NO!!!!" He lost. He failed. Viktor Kain was balls-deep and taunting his captive. "You are gonna suffer for what you did!! You're gonna beg me for death long before you die on the end of my dick!!" However, that outburst gave the hero an idea, and his only way to salvage the failed escape attempt.

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"Yes, Master...make me pay!!! Punish me!! Fuck me into oblivion!!" he cried out like a desperate slut, grinding his ass hard against the assailant's hips. "What?!?" was all Kain could mutter. "I was a bad slave and should be made to pay for my sins. Fuck me as hard as you can, sir! Brutalize my guts with your massive cock," Chris continued, slamming his ass back into Viktor as hard as he could. He had to make the rapist believe it was all some sort of intense roll-play tease. If not, Kain would kill him or worse...keep him chained up as his sex slave forever.

The big man's mind raced. He wasn't sure what to make of it, especially since blood was still trickling from his lip and nose. But hearing Chris' words and lustful moans while the handsome stud's ass glided back and forth with searing intensity swayed his decision. His plaything apparently liked it rough, and rough was how it was about to go down.

Kain slammed his hands down hard on Chris' hips and began to fuck him doggy-style with all his might. The hero was shocked at the actual force of each thrust. It literally felt like Viktor could stab his prick through his gut with every thrust. His whole body shook with each impact. His ass and Kain's hips were growing redder with each collision, but the hero knew he had to let it play out. Continuing to play the part, he began to moan and grunt in ecstasy. It wasn't that hard to do, because the huge cock actually felt amazing in his hole; it was the psychopath it was attached to that was the problem.

Viktor reached down and grabbed a handful of Chris' hair; the non-stop, body-jarring barrage never faltering. Pulling his prey back to him, Kain used his free hand to start choking Chris. He was testing his toy to see if it was all an act, but the hero figured as much and let him take it to the extreme. Letting himself go to the point of near-unconsciousness, the only thing Chris did was use his hands to reach behind to grope Kain's flexing ass-cheeks. All the while, the rapist's grip was tightening.

Seeing his lover totally give himself over to him was more erotic than Viktor could take, and soon the vicious fucker was pumping load after load into the hero's bowels. Releasing his hold on Chris' throat, Kain pushed him onto his back, rested his ankles on his shoulders and began to jackhammer fuck the soaked hole some more. Totally turned on by strangling his partner, Viktor wrapped both hands around his neck and squeezed. Chris' head was pounding; his pulse like a drum beat in his ears...slowly decreasing in intensity and frequency, but something told him that Kain wouldn't kill him. Maybe it was the slut inside of him that made him believe it, but he was right.

Every time he was on the brink of unconsciousness, Viktor would loosen his grip and let the color return to the handsome face. That scenario played out over and over again with Kain cumming several more times. During his last orgasm, the rapist collapsed on top of Chris and kissed him passionately. The hero stroked the big man's back as the massive cock pulsed in his hole. Viktor was soaked with sweat and panting heavily...which made Chris smile. His captor was exhausted, and a new opportunity was born.

Rolling Kain onto his back, Chris straddled the muscular menace, still impaled on the throbbing prick. Viktor began to caress and grope the hero's mighty chest and taut abs. The sight of someone so stunning on his cock was pure heaven for the fiend. Chris placed his hands on top of Kain's and just followed the path all over his body, looking down at the man with a feigned smile. He then took hold of Viktor's wrists and forced them to the ground over the rapist's head; leaning in for an apparent kiss.

"So...fuckin'...pathetic. All it takes is the feel of my ass and all logic slips from your tiny brain," Chris whispered in Kain's ear. "Now it's my turn, bitch!" With that, the hero held the weary wrists to the floor and delivered a steady flow of devastating punches to his assailant's face. Too tired from the savage fucking he delivered earlier, the rapist was in no shape to fight back. With his anger welling up inside, not just at Kain for kidnapping and raping him but at himself for hiding from his responsibilities and his duty to humanity, Chris hoisted the naked assailant up over his head and slammed him down onto the cabin floor...over and over again. Bloodied and dazed, Viktor Kain found himself utterly defeated by his first victim. And as stated earlier, Chris wasn't quite through with the man.

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Chaining his wrists and ankles to the headboard, exactly how he was first bound; Chris took position at virgin hole. But before he took the plunge, the hero wanted his attacker to be wide awake for the entry. Having his face slapped several times pulled the rapist from his stupor, and once he realized his current predicament, the callous fucker began to squirm and scream like a cornered animal. Chris said nothing at that point. He just grabbed his swollen 12-incher and pressed it against the clenched ring. With the echo of "No's" filling the air, the hero forced his cock through the backdoor and ravaged the incredibly tight chute like a man possessed.

He fucked Kain for hours, dumping load after load up his trembling, weary ass; never once allowing the big man to cum. Every time he got close, the hero punched down on his ball-sack and squeezed the plump nuts in his hands. Feeling spent, he knew it was time to wrap things up and get back to killing zombies, so he pulled the specimen canisters from his dusty backpack hidden outside and slid the first one over Kain's prick. Fingering the sloppy wet hole, Chris made his prisoner cum multiple times; filling each canister to the brim with warm, thick spunk. After collecting all he could, he left Viktor chained to the bed and departed the cabin.

After hiking back to the concealed truck, something he located several days prior, the hero stopped in the nearest town and reported the serial rapist's location to the local police. He told them what they could expect to find when they walked in...after giving them a detailed account of the man's crimes. Chris knew that "country" justice would come into play before Kain was ever sent back to prison.

When they kicked in the cabin door, the fourteen police officers from four counties proceeded to dispense their version of universal justice on the rapist. Cocks, nightsticks and fists found their way up Viktor Kain's ass, but even as he wailed in agony, the sexual predator couldn't help but to believe that Chris still cared for him. He justified that belief to himself because his 'soul-mate' didn't let him die in the cabin; he sent men to 'save' him from starvation. With his warped mind clinging to his far-fetched fantasy, he took every thrust and every cum- dump as a sign of Chris' love. _____

Driving back towards Dr. Hamilton's place, Chris' mind was overloaded with thoughts and feelings on what had just taken place. He had done so many things that were out of character for him, but he was free now and getting back to the business at hand. When he pulled up to the gate outside of the doc's place, he wondered what kind of reception was in store for him. Would they be pissed he was gone so long or happy he was back. Seconds after hitting the call button he got his answer.

"CHRISSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Wendell screamed like a giddy school girl. "OH MY GAWD, YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!!" The computer geek was hugging the hero even before he was completely out of the car. "What happened to you?!? The guys looked for you several times but they could never pick up your trail. And I was never able to find any clue of your whereabouts, even after hacking into top secret satellites." "Sorry, Wendell. Kain simply got the drop on me and held me captive this whole time in a very remote cabin." "Are you ok, Chris? Did he hurt you?" Dr. Hamilton asked as he walked up to give his friend a hug hello. "I'm fine now. Thanks. Just happy to be free. I was, however, finally able to complete the mission. Here are the samples you needed from 'Patient Zero'. I hope you don't need more than that to work with because they were not that easy to come by."

Chuckling at his last statement, the three headed inside to let Chris shower and change and get some food. Later, the doc ran some tests and took more samples to make sure the hero was actually ok. He could tell something was on his mind, but didn't want to press the issue. He had been through enough, and the doc was simply grateful to have him back.

While Chris scarfed down a plate full of food, both Wendell and the doc filled him in on what was happening. They told him of the ZDC and how the mercs had stepped up to fill his role in his absence. They told him of all the recruits willing to get the training necessary to save humanity. And while Chris was impressed with all that he heard, he also felt even guiltier for staying away so long. His absence forced others to do his job, and that made him sick to his stomach. Soon he was feeling overwhelmed with shame and needed to get some air. He explained to them that he really just wanted to get back home and sleep in his own bed.

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Dr. Hamilton reluctantly let Chris leave, but only after the hero gave his word to go straight home and rest. And he had every intention on following through with his promise even after he stocked up the truck with weapons and ammo..."just in case something happened along the way", but the longer he drove, the more restless he became. His mind was a jumbled mess of emotions. He was angry at Viktor Kain for holding him hostage and raping him. He was embarrassed at becoming his willing whore. He was ashamed that he abandoned his friends and colleagues solely for hot sex and safety. He felt like he betrayed his real soul-mate, Col. Austin Shepard, by letting his heart stray, which made him miss the Air Force officer that much more. But mainly he was pissed at himself for falling for Kain's seduction and for abandoning his duty to defend the world against the zombie nightmare. So instead of making the turn for home, Chris Redfield opted for some urban carnage instead. _____

Feeling an overwhelming need to kill something...lots of somethings, Chris headed for a known hot spot of zombie activity. Abandoning the vehicle, the hero marched into the warehouse district loaded down with two machetes, two handguns, a shotgun and the SIG 556 machine gun along with as much ammo as he could take. Hearing the familiar moans and growls of his prey, the human predator kicked in the door to one warehouse and went to work.

As he unleashed hell on his undead adversaries, the hero felt as if he was atoning for his sins. Zombie skulls splinted with every shot from the SIG. When the clip emptied, he calmly ejected it and reloaded a new one within seconds. His cock had swollen to full mast as the zombie pheromones filled his nostrils, but his shaft throbbed with every squeeze of the trigger. He was in his true element, and it felt good.

He left the first warehouse and four dozen corpses in a little under an hour after he had entered it. He emptied the remaining rounds of his SIG into the second building's fiendish residents before switching to his two Magnum handguns to finish off the rest. His unorthodox sabbatical may have been shameful, but it did the zombie killer a world of good...physically. His accuracy was incredible and his stamina was the highest it had been in months. He spun around and dodged every attack; finishing each one off with a kill-shot. But his bloodlust wasn't close to quenched.

Chris entered the third and final warehouse ready to get dirty. Discarding his emptied handguns, the muscle- bound hero pulled out his shotgun and splattered zombie guts in every direction. When that weapon outlived its usefulness, he drew his favorites from their sheaths. As the moonlight glistened off their razor-sharp edges through the broken skylights above, Chris smiled wickedly and charged the oncoming horde. Blood and undead flesh flew everywhere, but nothing could stop the zombie-killer's onslaught. Heads and cocks hit the floor with impressive frequency and soon all his "playmates" were disposed of.

Breathing heavy and sweating profusely, Chris let out a victorious roar as he surveyed his handiwork. He searched for more zombies to kill but found none. So before leaving the building, the hero decided to mark his territory like the alpha beast he was. Whipping his 12" throbbing dick out of his pants, he began to stroke it seductively as his mind replayed the night's events over and over again. He felt so powerful in that moment that he shot a load nearly fifteen feet, but he wasn't satisfied yet.

As he rubbed his prick even harder, Chris heard the warehouse door creak open. When he spun around, he saw a pathetic, scrawny EZ moving his way. With his cockiness at an all-time high, the hero strolled up to the monster and stuffed his dick down its throat. Knowing he could kill it with one hand tied behind his back, he let the freak service him like a good little bitch. Unaware that his recklessness was actually due to an overdose of EZ pheromones, Chris stripped naked and laid down on the corpse-ridden floor to let his little cocksucker work him over even more.

Chris fed the skinny beast several loads and encouraged it to keep on sucking him off. Subconsciously, he was trying to override the memories of his time with Kain with those of a more "acceptable" nature. Not wanting the zombie to weaken him too much, the hero spun it around to the 69 position and swallowed its lengthy 16- incher. As they rolled around on the ground swapping loads, Chris failed to notice something odd happening to the zombie.

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Thanks to the potency of his seed and a mutated gene within that specific zombie's DNA, every time the creature rolled over the remains of one of its fallen brethren, its body immediately bonded with that undead piece and any fluids around it; reanimating the body part as one of its own. Within a few short minutes, Chris was laying atop a creature three times its original size with a multitude of new appendages protruding from the main form. Still deep in his sexual haze, the hero would be unable to stop the next assault about to befall him.

Choking down the fat cock in his throat, Chris was stunned to feel another huge dick penetrate his unguarded hole. When he pulled back and looked around, he didn't see a second zombie, but he did notice that his little bitch now resembled a patchwork pile of body parts. Before he could determine what transpired, the EZ rolled on top of the hero, forced its cock back down his throat while continuing to suck him off. The 15" cock oddly protruding from its palm continued to plow his helpless hole fast and deep.

As the cum continued to flow between the pair, the EZ bonded with more and more beastly remains. Within an hour's time, Chris found himself cocooned within an ever-growing prison of merging zombie flesh. His respite may have had a profound effect on his fighting abilities, but the reprieve from EZ spunk also stunted his body's ability to mutate into Meta-Chris. That meant that he would be at the monster's mercy for an extended period of time.

Within the center of the writhing mutation, the hero was experiencing a new level of erotic hell. Having appropriated the equivalent mass of a dozen zombies, the behemoth's basic instinct shot into overdrive. Due to the potency of the hero's spunk, the beast had become able to shift the location of the bonded body parts. And with the brain-matter of numerous EZs now functioning as one hive-mind; it consolidated several huge cocks in one spot, quickly finding its target and plunging its weapon deep into Chris' ass. As he screamed from the invasion of five monstrous pricks, two more cocks clogged his throat. Soon many heads were moving around within the center of the mass; heads with hungry mouths that not only sucked his prick and nipples but that swallowed his hands and feet, slowly working their way up to his calves and forearms.

Groping hands soon followed, and the hero quickly found himself completely immobilized, impaled and in serious trouble. His belly swelled with the non-stop flow of seed from the 17 zombie testicles affixed to the grotesque fiend. Soon the five cocks increased to seven brutal members stretching his hole to the extreme. The mouths on his nipples had grown wide enough to suckle on his each pec, in their entirety. He felt dozens of fingers caressing his abs, rubbing his butt-cheeks and squeezing his nutsack. Countless tongues licked every inch of his sweaty flesh. Deep within the undulating heap of undead lust and hunger, Chris cursed himself for not following the doctor's orders to go straight home. And when the next wave of multiple orgasms washed over his body, the hero figured it wasn't long before he'd succumb to the never-ending assault.

Many hours went by and mind-numbing exhaustion had taken over. He had stopped trying to fight a while back; simply allowing the beast to feast on him. There wasn't anything he could do anyways. The thrusting, heaving mountain of perversity had slowly rolled around the warehouse and collected the body parts of over twenty Ero-zombies. That meant that Chris was tormented by more than forty hands, twenty mouths, twenty tongues and twenty devastatingly long dicks. He was literally the creamy center.

His body, however, began to overdose on the zombie cum; finally causing it to begin the mutation process once again. As he slipped into unconsciousness, his muscles swelled and his cock grew. Within less than a minute, he went from his typical 220 lb physique to the bulging 270 lb behemoth. The transformation also snapped him out of his comatose state.

Enraged by the assault, the mighty mutated hero thrashed against the unified horde...to no avail. Meta-Chris was absolutely no match for that monster. But the transformation did not go unnoticed by his adversary. Tasting the increased potency spewing from the now 15" long, 3" thick cock, the bonded beast sucked with a renewed voraciousness. Meta-Chris' overcrowded hole tried in vain to tighten up, but the ravenous raider only found the strangle hold that much more arousing. Soon it had forced an eighth shaft inside the hero.

As the tainted seed continued its permeation into his body, Meta-Chris found himself undergoing new changes. Soon he felt his hips and jaw dislocate, as if on purpose. He didn't realize that his own body was betraying him; making him more receptive to even more cock. The mutated human side of Chris Redfield yearned to

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obliterate all zombies, but the mutated virus within him sought to transform the man into the perfect cum receptacle...and dispenser. It wasn't long before his ass was stretched to take ten throbbing rods and his throat struggled with three pumping pricks.

So much cum filled the captive hero that his belly was rock-hard from distention, his balls were the size of basketballs and his pecs were as big as bowling balls. His body was producing so much cum so fast, that it caused another mutation. That time to the consistency of his semen. When the monster brought him to another orgasm, Meta-Chris grunted and convulsed hard as his cock spewed forth its new load. Filling the zombie's mouth wasn't the typical warm, salty cream, but instead it got a mouthful of a thick, gelatinous blob.

As the EZ's saliva dissolved the outer layer of the mass in its mouth, the contents within its prize gushed out. Thicker than syrup on a cold, winter's day, Meta-Chris' mutated spunk nearly choked the creature as swallowed the highly concentrated, super-potent seed. And like a steroid shot in its ass, the monstrous zombie felt a surge of energy flow throughout its fused form; creating an instant craving for more of that cum.

Meta-Chris' evolved seed was now mutating his enemy into an even stronger, more virile beast. Its cocks were growing. Its strength was increasing. Its assault was more frenzied. And its hunger was truly insatiable. With bigger cocks came bigger loads, and Meta-Chris' body struggled to keep up. With only one cock to feast upon, other adhered heads focused in on his swollen pecs. Similar to his seed, Meta-Chris' man-milk also changed consistency. Squirting from his nipples was thick, creamy nectar, and it drove the beast wild for more.

As it consumed more and more of Meta-Chris' offerings, the EZ's body continued its strange transformation. Soon Meta-Chris could feel one large mouth sucking on his entire pec while a smaller mouth, inside the large one, suckled on just the nipple. He then sensed a huge mouth swallowing one whole leg while smaller mouths suckled on his toes...also within the larger one. Tongues were protruding from the cocks fucking his ass; licking his chute from the inside. One tiny mouth emerged on one thrusting prick to suckle on his prostate gland; sending Meta-Chris into massive convulsions of delight.

With his body continuing to feed his enemy, Meta-Chris could do nothing more than oblige its carnal needs. It would be several more hours of the same tortuous routine, but eventually something had to change. The potency of the hero's spunk had an unexpected negative effect on the creature. The numerous bonded heads began to fight for position to suck on the delicious dick; their brains were severing the hive-mind link and focusing on sole survival. Nerve endings at the base of each skull began to reconnect with their former body parts and soon an all-out battle was taking place for ownership of their prey.

While the fight raged on, the monstrous body began to fall apart; giving the mutated hero a chance he never thought he'd get. Seeing light pierce the undead cocoon that imprisoned him, Meta-Chris thrashed about wildly and broke free of the few remaining hands trying to restrain him. He clawed his way through the mountain of undead flesh and dragged himself clear of the colossal cocksucker, but as he struggled to pop his dislocated legs back into their hip sockets it became obvious that escape would be impossible.

Sensing that its prey was missing, the schizophrenic zombie momentarily ceased its in-fighting to recapture Meta-Chris. With only one leg working, the hulkish hero tried to evade his attacker, but it was too big and too fast for the injured stud. Impaling him once more on a pillar of pricks, the amassed monster reinitiated its internal battle for control. As Meta-Chris bounced and swayed on the throbbing, bulging cocks, he caught sight of his machetes only a few feet away.

In an effort to steer the monster, Meta-Chris began to punch and kick at his assailant in the direction of his weapons. Too busy fighting itself, the creature instinctively moved to avoid each impact and soon it stood over the blood-soaked blades. The zombie-killer contorted his body to the side and swung down; grabbing the sheaths that held his salvation.

Once unleashed, the machetes were slicing and dicing through the mega-beast. Meta-Chris lopped of the cocks impaling him and he dropped to the floor. The impact actually popped his other leg back into its socket; allowing him to stand up and fight. He slashed and stabbed at the zombie as it moved to recapture him.

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Through the splattering blood and flying flesh, the enraged hero saw something unique within the beast...the original, scrawny body of the main zombie, but it was deep within the massive mutant.

Realizing that his only chance for victory and survival lay with killing that lowly fiend, Meta-Chris threw himself at the creature and allowed it to consume him again. Once in the center of the mass, the gutsy hero was impaled by the remaining pricks while his cock and nipples were drained dry. He kept a firm hold on his weapons and waited for the scrawny EZ to move in for a taste. As it fought its way closer to the spewing cock, Meta-Chris steadied himself for what would probably be his only shot. Forcing the others heads away; the original zombie took hold of the pulsing prick and opened its mouth wide. That was the last thing the monster ever did. Moments before it engulfed his swollen shaft, Meta-Chris thrust both blades into its face and destroyed the creature's brain. With its death, the whole conglomerate of undead remains fell apart.

The mutated hero dug his way out of the pile and rested on the cold concrete floor. He forced his jaw back into place while tainted spunk dribbled from his slowly re-tightening asshole. His red and tender dick was still rock-hard due to the stench of pheromones and zombie cum filling the air, but at least it was over. He was completely exhausted and didn't realize that he had just survived a 26-hour long battle. Nor did he notice that his exposure to so much cum had increased his body mass to 305 lbs, with a cock now measuring 17' long and 4" thick. With no strength left to move, the brutish hero fell asleep where he laid, his massive body slowly healing itself. _____

During a stormy night in the Atlantic Ocean, the cargo vessel, The Seamen Trader, slowly chugged south towards the Port of Luanda on the coast of Angola. Deep in the bowels of the ship, Leon Kennedy was enduring another sweaty and brutal round with several of the crewmen. Chained to the bulkhead by a leather collar with his hands cuffed behind his back, the decorated agent was forced to swallow every inch of a dirty cock while bouncing atop two more.

For months, he was at the complete mercy of the crew, and they showed him very little of it. Never leaving that section of the ship, Leon only saw the inside of his cabin, the corridor to the head (bathroom) and the head itself. But he spent most of his time in his cabin getting raped by every single member of the 38-man crew. There were times where he went days without sleep because of the constant traffic of pricks pillaging his ass and throat. He was severely bruised on his neck, wrists and ankles from the various bindings used on him. But his throat and ass were in the worst shape. The slightest touch was agony to him, but his convulsions seemed to only arouse the crew even more.

That night, as gobs of unwanted spunk coated his insides yet again, the crewmen were about to experience an unwanted invasion themselves. Two small speed boats pulled alongside The Seamen Trader and over a dozen Angolan pirates boarded the ship. Soon the sounds of gunfire echoed through the corridors as the unprepared sailors were cut down trying to escape.

For Leon and his 'companions', they heard nothing except for the agent's moaning and groaning and the rapists' own grunts of pleasure. Fifteen minutes into the invasion, two pirates had finally made their way down to Leon's location. Hearing the sexual wailings, the two gunmen smiled wickedly at each other before rushing through the door. Leon was on his back, sandwiched between two of the crewmen while the third drilled his throat ruthlessly. When the pirates entered, they quickly shot the face-fucker and the sailor on top of Leon, but then one of the gunmen hesitated when it came to shooting the bound agent.

After stopping his compatriot from firing his weapon, the two began speaking to each other in Portuguese; going back and forth on what they wanted to do next. Their orders were to take the ship and kill all on board, but one of the men was certain their boss would really like the blond white bitch. As they continued to argue, the sailor underneath Leon tried to escape and was quickly shot for his efforts. Now Leon was the only survivor.

The pirates finally reached a compromise. They decided to 'test the merchandise' first, and if Leon was enjoyable enough, they would take him back to their boss as a bonus. If not, they would simply shot him in the head and dump his body overboard with the rest of the crew. As they unzipped their pants, the captive

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sighed in anguish because he knew what was about to happen next. Watching their thick black cocks swell to life, he braced himself for another vicious round. The pirate with the 13 inch dick immediately tore into the sloppy wet hole and plowed him mercilessly. The other man forced all 11 inches down the agent's throat and choked his neck while gagging his gullet.

It didn't take long for the men to agree that Leon would be travelling back with them to meet their boss. Their cocks had never felt anything so good. And knowing he couldn't fend them off, the agent just accepted his cursed fate. Part of him knew it was the smart play to ensure he lived another day, but another part of him just wanted them to shot him and put him out of his misery. Just six minutes into his latest rape, Leon was grateful to feel their cum blast into his orifices. But his 'silver lining' was tarnished when one of the gunmen leaned down and whispered, "Soon you'll have wished we killed you. The death you will experience will be horrible and slow."

Minutes later, Leon Kennedy was placed in one of the speed boats and taken to a compound situated on the bank of the Congo River, on the outskirts of Soyo; a town 200 miles north of Luanda. He would soon understand what his captor meant. _____

Back in the warehouse, Meta-Chris was awoken to the sounds and sensations of a frantic blowjob. His hyper- sensitive dick could not refuse the hungry EZ gagging on the girth and soon the incensed hero spasmed through an early morning orgasm. But before the creature could relish the delectable offering filling its mouth, Meta-Chris sat up and ripped the zombie's head from its shoulders. Once fully awake, the lumbering zombie- killer exited the warehouse and just started walking.

It wasn't long before he picked up a scent that got his blood pumping. His enhanced senses detected high levels of testosterone in the air. Virile men were in the vicinity. Soon Meta-Chris came upon a National Guard outpost at the edge of the city. He spotted dozens of strong, healthy men that needed his "gift". With his viral-based instinct taking over, the naked hero strolled onto the base camp and grabbed the first man he encountered.

Corporal Franks found himself being yanked backwards and dropped onto a table. Before he could utter a word, his attacker had torn the back of his pants off and plunged his humungous cock half-way up his ass. He tried to scream, but the pain shooting through his body made sound impossible. Meta-Chris wasn't looking to hurt the man or even take his time to enjoy the procedure; he was a mutant-hero on a mission. Less than a minute after the assault started, the corporal felt a huge glob of something get pumped deep into his bowels...and then he was abandoned by the behemoth.

Trying to compose himself and get to his feet, the National Guardsman began to shudder and convulse as the gelatinous sack in his body started to dissolve and unleash the highly-potent spunk. Meta-Chris' semen now delivered the same viral-mutative properties that hundreds of EZ breedings would deliver...but in just one dose. Soon the serviceman was undergoing the preliminary transformation that Chris Redfield had undergone. And once it was done, his mind was filled with only one thought...to destroy all zombies.

The energized corporal, with his improved, muscular body and lengthening cock raced into the city looking for things to kill. And if he were to get fucked along the way by a zombie or two, all the better. Just like Meta- Chris' body, EZ spunk would only enhanced his mutation; making him an even more formidable opponent to the undead...but also a more enjoyable source of nourishment for the monsters.

Meta-Chris wasted no time in drafting another for his cause. A private investigating the ruckus soon found himself bouncing on the seventeen inch weapon, and loving every inch of it. The mutated hero's body had begun to emit its own pheromones, and anyone within twenty yards of him found it impossible to run away. Instead, servicemen began to strip naked and line up for their seminal serving.

The potent hero was drunk with lust and sexual power. He was plowing ass at a blistering pace; adding recruits to his cause by the minute. The guardsmen waiting for their turn didn't stand idly by either. They stroked, kissed, licked or sucked on any part of Meta-Chris they could. The lucky few who timed it right were

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able to slide their aching cocks up his robust rump or down his hungry throat, and the hero welcomed every inch.

About an hour into the frenzied orgy, Linc, Evan, Payne and Abe exited one of the trailers and wandered too close to the pheromone zone. Linc and Evan had accompanied the two guardsman back from their training facility with the hope of convincing the commanding officer to approve their unconventional training methods for his men. It was a hard sell, but the officer had finally acknowledged that they were fighting a perverse enemy and that alternative skills were needed to win the war. He just didn't realize that all his men were getting a special "skill" injected into them at that very moment.

Before becoming overwhelmed by the pheromones, both Linc and Evan saw the behemoth and gasped. "D-Does that look like Chris to you?!?" Linc blurted out. "It...it...it can't be him. Th-that guy's too huge...and...damn he's so hot. Gawd I need him to fuck me!!!" Evan replied seconds before stripping off his clothes and running towards Meta-Chris. Linc wasn't far behind.

The mutated hero's allies eventually found themselves impaled on his brutal spear, and they moaned and groaned with ecstatic glee as he filled them with his transformative spunk. And just like all those that came before them, Linc and Evan underwent the change and soon disappeared into the city; their throbbing cocks and bulging muscles bouncing with every hurried step.

As night fell, Meta-Chris had bred the last man in the base camp while also swallowing dozens of loads and taking twice that amount up his ass. Watching his final recruit depart the scene, the exhausted behemoth collapsed onto a table and drifted to sleep. As his body rested, it also began to transform back into its normal state. The massive intake of guardsmen cum had reversed the mutation yet again. _____

Around 3am, Chris stirred from his slumber totally confused by his surroundings. With not a soul in sight, the weary hero staggered out of the base camp and headed home. It didn't take him long to get his bearings; quickly determining the shortest route back to his apartment, which included moving through a large, mostly vacant parking lot.

Feeling unnerved by being so exposed, he hastened his pace to get to the other end and in between some tall buildings for cover. There wasn't a single street light lit and the moon was cloaked by clouds. When he was about ten yards from the alley, the hero was startled to hear: "Looks like I missed all the fun, big guy." "Who's there? Come on out so I can see you!" Chris demanded; taking a fighting stance. "No need to get defensive, pal. I heard there was a party at the base and wanted to join in. Guess I'm too late...or am I?" the stranger said as he walked closer to the hero. "I don't know what you're talking about," he answered; becoming aware that he was rock-hard and smelled of sweat and cum. "Oh come now. You look like you can still go a few rounds. Life's short. Let's enjoy as much of it as we can."

Before Chris could respond, the silhouetted stranger dropped to his knees and swallowed every inch of his rigid shaft; working it over like a pro. What the hero didn't realize was that the incredibly dangerous intelligent zombie, Pierce Lochlan was sucking his dick, and the devious monster had bigger plans for the naked hero. Too tired to even consider that the cocksucker might be an undead fiend, Chris just leaned back against the hood of an abandoned car and let the 'man' service him. It never dawned on him that the stranger's hands were cold or that his cock sprung to life just before their paths crossed. All Chris knew was that the cocksucker was incredibly talented, and he was about to cum.

Grabbing the back of Pierce's head, the hero pressed his hips firmly against zombie's face and proceeded to cum hard. Gobs of extra-thick spunk splattered Pierce's throat and filled his stomach. When his body began to process its latest meal, the intelligent zombie was taken aback by how potent it was. Soon he was sucking Chris to another orgasm and then another one. The hero was soon begging for him to stop, but Pierce wouldn't. He couldn't. The cum was too addictive to the beast.

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"I SAID STOP!!!" Chris ordered as he yanked the head away and slammed the stranger against the wall. It was then that Pierce realized that his latest meal was no ordinary man. He had the strength to easily kill him if the zombie wasn't careful...and clever. "I'm...I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," he claimed, feigning embarrassment.

Chris quickly assumed his pheromones had affected the man and that it really wasn't his fault.

"It's alright. I'm just really tired for some reason and want to get home." "Well...it was really nice to meet you...um..." "Chris. My name's Chris." "I'm Pierce, Chris. And you are really incredibly tasty. I hope to see you around."

Stepping forward, the intelligent zombie extended his hand as a cleverly polite gesture, and when Chris reached out to shake it, he pulled him in for a passionate kiss...knowing his toxic saliva would quickly overwhelm the self-proclaimed 'weary' wanderer. Chris tried to fight him off, but the saliva did its trick with great efficiency. Soon the hero was on his back on the hood of the car, dazed and subdued. When Pierce pushed up off of his quarry, the Ero-zombie licked his cold, dead lips and moved in for round two.

Wanting to feast off the stud for a while, the EZ decided it best to breed his hole first, but as he got ready to split the muscled butt-cheeks with his thick veiny 16" prick, Pierce got a whiff of a delectable aroma. Following the scent, the zombie realized that his prey's hole was coated with loads of semen just waiting to be consumed. "I see you were the life of the party, big guy. And what a raunchy party it must have been!!"

As the lengthy tongue slithered up his hole, the drugged zombie-killer writhed like a helpless slut. Pierce spent nearly an hour licking his captive clean, and in the process, he was sure he could discern at least fifty distinct sperm donors. With the puckered ring dripping with slick saliva, the EZ wasted no time in preparing the hero for another feast.

When the bulbous cockhead barreled past his aching ring, Chris' body shuddered wildly from the pain. His hole had been utterly abused recently and the nerve endings were hyper sensitive. Pierce was pleasantly surprised to find that his latest meal's ass was wholly accommodating of his length and girth. It was clear that Chris was no stranger to the cock. Initiating a brutal blitz on the scrumptious ass, the zombie leaned in to continue kissing his prey. He wanted to keep him docile while he bred his sweet hole.

After the third load, Pierce caught another whiff of something tasty. That time it was emanating from the hero's nipples. The doses of tainted spunk had reinitiated the production of the man-milk, and it was something that the zombie had never tasted before. Overwhelmed with hunger, the undead assailant latched on to one of the pecs and sucked with vicious voracity. Mouthfuls of the nectar were on tap and the creature swallowed every drop. His latest meal was proving to be the ultimate source of deliciousness.

Feeling revived by the pec-juice, Pierce continued his anal assault with exuberant intensity. Soon Chris' nutsack was four times its normal size and his cock was steadily leaking precum. Eager to get back to the syrupy spooge, the zombie quickly pulled out and buried his face in the helpless crotch. It wasn't long before the sedated hero was groaning through multiple unwanted orgasms.

When his prey's nuts ran dry, Pierce positioned himself for another breeding session, but that time he wanted to breed and feed in tandem. Crawling onto the hood in the 69-position, the zombie forced its fat dick down Chris' throat and face-fucked him relentlessly. As soon as his first load filled the quarry's stomach, the monster returned to his insatiable feeding frenzy. The constant give and take kept Chris weakened and unable to fend off the attack...but all that tainted cum was diluting the saliva; allowing the hero's mind to clear.

Believing he was just being raped by another horny bastard like Kain, Chris decided to play along until he could get the upper hand. Rolling them both over so that he was now on top of Pierce; he began to fuck the monster's throat seductively while also sucking him off. Pierce was thrilled that his prey was so willing, so he

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just kept on feasting. The whole time however, Chris was using his improved vantage point to scout out anything he could use to restrain the 'rapist', but with very little light coming from the moon's glow, it was a slow task.

With both cumming hard again, the hero finally saw something that could help him out. About ten feet away, another vehicle's trunk lid was partially open. He figured if he could maneuver both of them to that car, maybe he could trap the assailant in the trunk and get away. After bringing each other to yet another orgasm, the hero pushed himself clear and headed towards the other vehicle, but Pierce was on him in a flash.

"I want you to fuck me again!" he proclaimed as he bent over; placing his hands on the rear bumper. Eager to see those luscious nuts swell with more seed, the zombie obliged; slamming his huge cock balls-deep on every thrust. Using the powerful impacts as a disguise to rock the car and slowly open the trunk, Chris readied himself to make a move. But what the hero didn't realize was that the vehicle belonged to his assailant and that the trunk lid was left open on purpose. Pierce had planned on snatching up a National Guardsman, load him into his trunk and take him home. But Chris inadvertently delivered himself to the trap.

With the thrusts getting more and more powerful, he knew his attacker was about to cum again and that he needed to use that moment to flip him into the trunk. But Pierce was also working an angle; leaning down to grope the massive pecs...and to also get closer to the tire iron hidden inside. The zombie planned to knock the big guy over the head and stuff him in the trunk and then take him back to his place where he could feast off of him at his leisure.

The intelligent zombie had gotten quite efficient when it came to acquiring his meals. His penthouse apartment, or his 'pantry' as he called it, was filled with numerous bound men. Each one was bred and fed off of until they reached their expiration date or until he got bored with their 'flavor'. If they weren't dead, Pierce simply left them in the alley, still bound of course, to be the meal for any passing zombie in the area. He found Chris to be so delicious that the hero was to be the centerpiece on his dining room table.

Just the thought of having such a prime specimen to feed off of whenever he wanted was enough to push him over the edge, and he began to come. The extra doses of tainted spunk re-energized Chris and he was ready to make his move. At that same moment, Pierce reached down and grabbed the tire iron, but before he could take a swing, something startled the cum-hungry fiend.

"HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLP!!!!" someone screamed out in the distance.

Chris' heroic instincts kicked in. As he spun around, he slipped off of the spewing cock and was face to face with the still-silhouetted stranger. "You've had your fun but I have work to do. And I'll take that," he said; shoving the distracted EZ into the trunk while snatching the tire iron from his hand. "Be thankful I only kill zombies," he finished before slamming the trunk lid closed and racing off to save some man in need.

An enraged Pierce Lochlan pounded on the trunk lid, desperate to get free and recapture his prey. He was already obsessed with having him in his 'pantry'. _____

The city was now filled with dozens of meta-men and most were having a field day with the zombie population; killing scores of the undead while taking only a few moments to rest...or ride others for their spunk. Other pumped-up soldiers had no luck in finding creatures to fight. And with the lack of EZ cum to keep their transformation fueled, they gave into exhaustion and fell asleep right where they stopped. A truly unfortunate few found themselves overrun by the cock-hungry beasts and were dragged off to never be seen again.

One such soul was Meta-Chris' first recruit, Col. Franks. Totally amped on the supercharged cum, the young guardsman raced towards the subway station eager to destroy some zombies. Once underground, he found a lot more than expected. He put up a valiant fight; killing over a dozen before being taken down. The horde of nineteen EZs dragged the muscle-bound stud into a service tunnel and pinned him under a large collapsed pipe.

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It wasn't long before he was spit-roasted by several huge cocks while his own equally impressive member served up load after load to his victors.

With his body mutated into a muscular, cum-spewing fountain, the creatures found no reason to search out other meals. They sucked on the guardsman's shaft non-stop and bred his throat and ass with increasing vigor. His seed quickly took on the properties of Meta-Chris', which meant that the young man's attackers were becoming stronger, more frenzied and completely insatiable. He would suffer that fate for weeks on end before his heart would finally, mercifully give out...but not before his own enhanced spunk created a small horde of mutated Ero-zombies in need of more of that special sauce. _____

Racing towards the screams for help, and fueled by several loads of Lochlan's seed, Chris quickly decimated the small gang of EZs attacking a couple of lost motorists. In the midst of his heroic rescue, the two men retreated to their car and drove off, leaving him all alone. Shaking his head in annoyance, he jabbed the tire iron through the final zombie's skull and headed for home...on foot.

"Is a ride home too much to ask from the guy that literally saved your asses?!?" he grumbled to himself.

Just then he heard the sound that made him shudder. All of their screams for help had also attracted more zombies, and they were closing in on Chris' location. Realizing that there were too many to fight with just a tire iron, the hero searched for a place to hide. He spotted a fire-escape ladder in a nearby alley, and ran as fast as he could towards it.

He had figured if he could get to the roof, he would be able to pick them off one by one as they climbed up. But he had to get there first. He soon realized that more zombies were approaching from the opposite end of the alley. He now had two mobs of undead cum-guzzlers to deal with. When he got to the ladder, he started climbing as quickly as possible, but then stopped dead in his tracks. The building itself was filled with even more EZs, and they were climbing down the ladder; completely focused on his rigid prick.

Trapped around the second floor, Chris had no choice but to fend them off on the ladder. He began to swing the tire iron high and low, cracking skulls each time. But their numbers were too great. Soon one had crawled up behind and impaled him on its massive cock while another, on the other side of the ladder, was gorging itself on his shaft. As he struggled to maintain his grip, even more zombies gathered around him to fuck his mouth or suck his nipples. It took every ounce of his strength to hold on and not fall to the larger mob below.

What he didn't realize was that part of the zombie mass was made up of flesh-eaters, and they did not get along with Ero-zombies. Groaning through another major orgasm, the hero heard the sounds of a brutal battle happening beneath him. Straining to turn his head to see, Chris witnessed flesh-eaters shredding the cock- suckers or cock-suckers pummeling flesh-eaters until their skulls split open. As their numbers dwindled, the pinned hero thought he might have a chance against the shrinking horde...until he heard the ladder start to break away from the wall.

In a split second, he went from being twenty feet in the air to crashing on to bodies below; the thrusting cock up his ass slamming into him with overwhelming force from the impact. While he tried to shake off the minor concussion, several of the zombies that were feeding off of him turned their attention to the unwelcome intruders. Still pinned under the heavy steel ladder and impaled on a pistoning prick, Chris watched as the final two flesh-eaters killed all but the last ass-fucking EZ. Soon the monsters refocused on him and moved in for the kill.

Certain he was about to die a gruesome death, Chris struggled mightily; desperate to push the ladder clear so he could make a run for it, but he was too late. One flesh-eater grabbed his cock forcefully as it lowered its drooling mouth closer, and the other had a handful of his hair as it turn his head for a clear shot at his jugular vein, but not until it tore out the last EZ's throat. Enduring a tidal wave of spunk bloating his bowels from the EZ's death orgasm, Chris gritted his teeth and waited for the first bite. But before either zombie could consume him, they began to convulse and flop around on top of him. Minutes later, the hero understood why there seemed to be less flesh-eaters lately.

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Recovering from their spasms, the zombies returned to their positions and proceeded to bite down on Chris' throat and cock. But as their teeth pressed against his flesh, they started to fall out of their mouths, and the fingernails flaked off of the fingertips as they squeezed his flesh even tighter. The flesh-eaters were turning into Ero-zombies.

What he didn't realize was that the Eros virus was the dominant strain and when the flesh-eaters were exposed to the EZs blood, they became infected with the more potent virus. But just because they lost their teeth didn't mean they lost their desire to bite.

"EEEEEOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!" he screamed as the one Chomper EZs clamped down on his shaft with its gummy jaws, trying desperately to bite off his cock. The other Chomper latched on to his neck and bit down equally as hard. With his airway collapsing and the disturbingly pleasurable assault taking place on his dick, the hero found himself spewing forth a massive dose of spunk into a surprised EZ's throat. The taste of the seed ignited the Eros virus' final stage; the zombie's cock was swelling to a monstrous length.

Just as he was about to pass out, the throat-biting EZ caught the scent of the prey's spunk and moved to investigate it. A brief battle over the quarry resulted in the ladder being pushed aside and Chris being held upside-down between the two kneeling zombies. The second zombie got a chance to clamp down on his dick while the other began to bite his ass-cheeks and roughly kneed the firm globes. Soon it was trying to bite his fleshy ring, seemingly desperate to get inside of him. As it did so, the zombie freed its straining shaft, and Chris felt the hefty weight of it as it smacked him in the back.

Grabbing hold of its throbbing member, the zombie instinctively stood up and plunged it balls-deep in the inverted hero's hole. Holding his legs to its chest, the beast plowed downward as it bit and chewed on his legs and ankles. When the creature sprayed its first load in his ass, Chris was brought to another orgasm, and he realized that the second EZ would quickly have a giant cock of its own to put to use. Minutes later, the hero was gagging on the engorged member while the EZ continued to gnaw on his pole.

As the Eros virus grew stronger within them, the zombies became more perverse. They began to bite down on his nutsack, fist his hole, smack his ass or chew on his nipples; all in an effort to make him cum more and more. And oddly enough, anything they did had that effect on Chris. His own body was again betraying him to his enemies. It was longing for the transformation.

Chris eventually found himself on his back between the pair getting double-fucked with one zombie chomping down on his neck or shoulder while the other would bite his face, biceps or nipples. His body was covered in purplish bruises and nearly every inch of him was sore to the touch, but yet he still came over and over; giving the greedy newbies every drop of cum in his nuts. Moving to the spit-roasting position with the hero held face up; the face-fucking zombie couldn't resist swallowing his dick again. Soon he was buried under one beast in the 69-position with it while the other held his thighs to its chest as it railed his hole with utter brutality.

The impacts on his ass were nothing compared to the hips slamming into his face. The Chomper EZs retained the viciousness of the flesh-eaters but with the sexual voracity of the typical Ero-zombie. The assault lasted for hours, but the hero never got close to another transformation. And he never would from the newbies' breedings. The recently-converted Chompers' cum was tainted enough to make him produce more spunk, but it wasn't potent enough to initiate the mutation...yet. For the time being, Chris was nothing more than a typical meal for the EZs at that point.

As the biting and fucking and fisting and cumming continued, the hero struggled to focus his thoughts on escape. He just kept moaning in unwanted pleasure while being used as a chew toy. The creatures bit him everywhere; his armpits, his perineum, his cheeks, his triceps, the back of his knees, besides all the typical places. It was unbearable...and unbelievable. For some reason, his body responded to these attacks as if they were pleasurable occurrences.

Finally, the pair seemed to tire. They still had both dicks up his ass, but their gnawing was more like mouthing. And their squeezing was more like caresses. He knew he had to find a way to kill them or he might

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end up dying as their plaything. The closest thing to him was a broken bottle top. At only three inches long, it was barely a weapon, but if he could drive it deep enough into an eye socket, he could eliminate one of them.

Rolling the hero sandwich over several times, the glass remnant was in reach. Wasting no time, he grabbed it and began to force into the zombie's face in front of him. It wasn't a fast kill, but the creature finally died, evidenced by the surge of spunk filling his bowels. The zombie on his back didn't seem to notice what had taken place, but it was becoming a bit more restless again.

When Chris tried to push it off, the beast punched him in the back of the head, stunning its prey, and then it pulled him up to all-fours. The zombie began a deranged doggy-style fuck; choking him with one hand while pulling his hair with the other. Attempting another escape, Chris pushed himself up and backwards; landing on top of the fiend. But as they continued to struggle the creature twisted itself around so that it had him in a reverse headlock; allowing it to suck on a leaky nipple while it continued to rape his soaked hole.

Thrashing about, Chris hoped to get lucky and break free, but the monster was too intent on draining his pec of the delicious juice. Realizing his only hope was to get the beast to release its hold, he began to stroke his throbbing dick to orgasm. Seeing the pearly treasure spray forth, the zombie scrambled for the cream. With its face buried in his crotch, Chris wrapped his legs around its head and squeezed with everything he had. He used the ongoing orgasmic spasms to increase the pressure, but he could also feel his heart beating faster and faster. He was close to passing out from the exertion.

In a last-ditch effort, the hero delivered a devastating punch to the crown of the creature's head, and while the impact hurt his own dick, it also cracked the beast's skull. It wasn't enough to kill the zombie, but it was enough to weaken the cranial structure. And with another powerful squeeze from his muscular thighs he finally crushed the EZ's head; sending bone fragments into its brain.

He pulled the dead mouth off of his aching cock and headed home...again. That time he prayed out loud that he would make it. And it seemed like the universe was listening. As luck would have it, he happened upon Kain's truck, though couldn't remember why it was parked downtown. The last he remembered was that he was heading home. Having no idea where the keys were, or even his pants, Chris broke into the vehicle and hot-wired it, and finally made the drive home for a long-overdue rest. _____

Just before sunrise, Linc woke up naked in a dumpster, and had no idea why he was in there. His body was sore, as if he were in a lengthy fight. His cock and ass were tender to the touch, so he figured he must have battled some zombies and had to seek refuge amidst the refuse. The last thing he did remembered was being at the National Guard base, so he climbed out of the dumpster and headed in that direction.

As he approached a large, mostly-vacant parking lot, the merc heard pounding sounds coming from one of the vehicles. He went to investigate the noise, but not before picking up a discarded steel pipe for protection. He zeroed in on the car and stealthfully moved around it to confirm it wasn't a set-up. To make sure it wasn't just a zombie that someone trapped inside; he called out to see if anyone responded. "Hello? Who's pounding on the trunk?" "H-Hello?!? Is someone really out there? Help me please. Get me out of here!" the voice cried back. "Hold on!! Let me find the release button," Linc responded; surprised to hear the anguished voice.

Opening up the driver's side door, he found trunk release, and as he turned back around, he came face to face with Pierce Lochlan. "My hero! Let me thank you properly," the intelligent zombie quipped before pulling the unsuspecting Good Samaritan in for a toxic kiss. Linc tried to push him off, but the saliva kicked in too fast. Falling into the zombie's arms, the subdued merc mumbled something incoherently before being laid out on the asphalt. Pierce quickly dropped to his knees and devoured the thick 10" cock. While working his prey to a quick orgasm, the zombie detected a familiar scent, and when the warm, syrupy spooge landed on his tongue, he tasted a familiar flavor. His quarry was connected to last night's delectable meal, Chris!

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Lochlan began to lick every inch of Linc's body, desperate for more of Chris' flavor. He rolled the ruggedly muscular mercenary onto his stomach and tongued his hole deep. Besides numerous loads of EZ spunk, the zombie also tasted more of Chris' seed in his prey's bowels. He quickly deduced that Linc could be the perfect way to reconnect with his lost feast. That very thought filled the monster with deranged excitement...which he took out of the merc's ass.

Pulling Linc up onto his hands and knees, the zombie pillaged the firm, fuzzy butt with utter glee. Pumping gobs of spunk into his morning snack, Pierce daydreamed of consuming every drop of sweet semen from a bound Chris' huge dick. Until then, he would satisfy his hunger with his current prize. Lochlan swallowed multiple loads from the dazed merc before tossing him in the trunk of his car and driving off for his penthouse. He hoped that Chris would come looking for his friend, and if he did, Pierce would make sure he was ready for round two. _____

Walking up the stairs to his apartment door, Chris just rolled his eyes and wondered how he was going to get inside. The fire escape outside his apartment had been removed for security...from zombies. It seemed a fire was no longer 'that dangerous' in comparison.

"Can I help you, Mr. Redfield?" an unknown voice said at the base of the stairs, in a heavy accent. "How do you know my name, and who are you?" he replied; covering his naked crotch with his hands. "I am Joska. The new building caretaker. Though it seems you and I are all that is left here. Still...building owner pays me to stay, so I stay. Last resident to leave told me about the zombie hunter who lives in building. Says you are naked a lot. He even had pictures...lots of pictures...some were sticky...but no matter. You are home now, and I have key." "Thanks, Joska. Your accent seems familiar. Where are you from?" "I am from Budapest, but I leave when undead destroy city. Very sad. Lots of death and suffering. Lots of undead here too, but seems like more sexing than biting, no? " "Yeah, there is a lot more sexing than biting, Joska." "Why your bruises look like mouth marks if less biting then?" "I guess some still like both, but at least those can't infect you with their bites. But I might have a way to stop all of it. Don't lose hope. And thanks again for letting me in." Chris finished; too tired to carry on the discussion.

After Chris closed the door to his apartment, Joska walked downstairs and made a phone call. "Yes, sir. He's back and it appears he may be on to something that might interfere with your plans," he said in perfectly clear English. "Yes, sir. I will find out what he is working on. Oh, ok, Mr. Wesker. I can do that as well. Yes, sir. Anything for the cause." _____

Shortly after sunrise, Evan stumbled into the ZDC training facility and collapsed in front of a batch of new recruits. Swag and D-Line were going over the rules of the facility with the men and quickly rushed to his aid. "Jeezus, Evan!!! What happened to you?" D-Line said panic-stricken. Evan's body was covered in cuts and contusions as if he were in an epic battle. "And where's Linc?!?!?" Swag asked nervously. It was common knowledge that shortly after opening the facility, Swag and Linc began seeing each other, and it was an intensely passionate relationship. "Th-There were so many of them. Don't know how...how I got there. I-I just woke up with bodies all around me and more were coming. I just kept fighting until the last one dropped. Took me hours to walk here," the young zombie killer muttered. "Was Linc with you?!? Is he hurt??" Swag begged for an answer. "N-No. Was by myself. Last time I saw L-Linc was at the base with Abe and Payne." "Wait. Abe and Payne came in an hour ago. They seemed a bit off but they had no injuries," D-Line recounted. "Wake them bitches up! I want some answers," he ordered as he cradled Evan in his arms. Though they weren't a couple, D-Line and Evan had been doing some serious flirting the last few weeks, and it became clear that the big man had some real feelings for the young fighter. _____

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"I said I don't remember!" Abe shouted after being cornered by Swag and D-line in the makeshift infirmary. Dr. Hamilton was attending to Evan's injuries. He and Wendell were already en route when they got the call from the ZDC. They were scheduled to give a seminar on the effects of the Ero-zombie attacks on the male body to the latest recruits.

"All I remember was waking up in an old coffee shop...naked. And my ass was really sore. I figured I had been attacked by a zombie but somehow escaped. I ran into Abe just a block from here, and he was naked too," Payne answered. "I don't remember seeing Evan or Linc past the base, but.......WAIT!.......I-I remember something now. The four of us had just left the commanding officer's trailer when we saw something........men were naked and..........and they were in line to get fucked!.........by some huge guy. I mean he was a monster of muscle. I remember we all started walking towards him.....and.....and.....that's it. The next thing I remember is the coffee shop."

"I think I might be able to help," Wendell chimed in. "If I can access the security footage from the base cameras, we should be able to see what really happened there."

Twenty minutes later, the computer geek had hacked into the military's database and retrieved the video footage. Fast-forwarding to the time in question, the roomful of men gasped in unison when the behemoth was seen on the screen. Just off to the left of the picture, all were able to see the 305 lb muscle stud drilling man after man...with a massive dick. Then they all gasped again when they saw the first of many men undergo a muscle-mutation before disappearing from view. They watched hours of the non-stop breeding session, both captivated by its intensity and terrified by the end results.

The video quality wasn't good enough to get a clearer picture of the assailant, if you could call him that. Every man appeared to be a willing participant, including Linc, Evan, Abe and Payne. But they also seemed to be acting oddly on screen, as if they were on some type of drug. They acted with zero self-control; just jumping into the middle of the orgy without a second thought.

Evan was horrified watching himself ride the huge dick and then to see his own transformation into a muscular big-dick berserker. Abe and Payne had similar reactions, but Swag was enraged. "I'm gonna kill that muthafucker for what he did to Linc!!!" he growled. No sooner did he utter those words than the fast-forwarded video came to a stop and revealed the next shocking truth. The men just watched in complete silence as the resting, crazed fucker began to transform back into his normal appearance, and it was obvious to all in the room who he was.

"NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!! It was Chris!?!?!?!?? Oh My Gawd!!! When...?!?! How....?!?!? What happened to him?!?" Evan cried out totally befuddled by all the emotions running through him.

"I knew his body was changing, but I never realized it had gotten so extreme," Dr. Hamilton admitted. "You knew! You fuckin' knew he was becoming a monster and said nothing!" Swag hollered. "He's not a monster! He's been attacked so many times that it is obviously having an adverse effect on his physiology. We need to find him and figure out how to treat him," the doc responded heatedly. "NO!!! First, we need to find Linc!" Swag fired back before storming out of the room to get his gear. D-Line hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave Evan's side, but the doc reassured him that the young man would be alright.

Wendell then picked up the phone and told Dane that he and Knox should get down to the infirmary to be briefed on the latest developments. _____

Back in his apartment, Chris woke up surprisingly refreshed with just eight hours of sleep. After the way he felt the night before, he figured he would have slept for days. And any bruising he had all but vanished from his skin. The previous days' activities were a bit of a blur. He of course remembered escaping from Kain, seeing the doc, heading home, but then he finally remembered stopping to kill some zombies...even though he said he wouldn't. But then after that, Chris remembered nothing until waking up at the base and getting attacked by another horny bastard in the parking lot, then the biting zombies and then actual his drive home.

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Still feeling guilty over his lack of zombie-killing the last few months, Chris tried to figure out the next best move. He suddenly remembered the encoded hard-drive. "Shit!! I left it back at the doc's place!" he grumbled aloud to himself. "Gawd, I don't want to drive all the way back out there. I wonder when he or Wendell will be back at the training facility?"

Making a quick call, he was surprised to find out that they happened to be there and that Wendell had Chris' hard drive with him. So the hero quickly headed out the door to renew his mission to eliminate the undead threat. _____

Feeling like his luck was changing, Chris strolled into the training facility eager to see his friends, but almost immediately he could tell something was wrong. Everyone stared at him oddly and moved away from him as he approached. "Chris. Come with me please," Dr. Hamilton said in an unnervingly cold tone. "Doc, what's wrong? Is someone hurt? Or worse??" "Before we get into all that, I need you to watch something. You have to see this with your own eyes...because you won't believe me otherwise."

As the video played out, Chris' heart sank. He had just witnessed himself breeding and infecting his fellow fighters like an Ero-zombie would. He sat there solemnly; his mind trying to make sense of it all. He was afraid to make eye contact with anyone; afraid to see how they now looked at him.

"Chris...look at me. We will find a cure for this. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to fix this!" the doc said with absolute sincerity in his words. But as the hero looked over at Evan, his eyes welled up, and he fought back the tears.

"Lock his freak-ass up!!!" Swag roared. "Because of him, Linc is missing..." "Linc's missing?!?!? We have to find him!" Chris interrupted, desperate to make things right. "I'll find my man! You just stay out of my way, freak. Or I'll put you down like every other monster out there...with a clean shot between your eyes."

Chris knew there was no point in arguing with Swag. The man had a right to be pissed, but Chris wasn't just going to be sidelined...again. After Swag and D-line left the facility, Dr. Hamilton convinced Chris to let him run a battery of tests on him and take several samples. While he went through all that, Knox and Dane showed the disheartened hero some much needed compassion. They sat with him and just talked. They had seen a similar fate befall their buddy Mace, and they couldn't save him. They weren't going to fail Chris.

As they talked, the hero's mind just kept reliving that last few months; months he spent not doing his job. A litany of self-recriminations rattled through his brain until he had an overwhelming urge to do....something...anything to make things right.

He saw the hard drive sitting on the edge of Wendell's desk, and it was like a sign from the universe. The computer genius had admitted that he had yet to get around to contacting his group of associates to see if they could decrypt the data. Wendell was too busy trying to track Chris' location, and there was already so much information to comb through that it just slipped his mind. After Chris was able to glean the specifics of who Wendell thought could help, the hero knew there was no time like the present to get it done. So when Knox and Dane left to get him some food, and the doc was distracted with his microscope, Chris quietly got up, grabbed the hard drive and walked out of the ZDC. His next stop was to see the group of uber-geeks of the Kappa Omicron Chi fraternity. _____

As he pulled up to the frat house, Chris had a disturbing flashback to his experience with another fraternity. He was nearly killed during a freakish ritual in the Omega Alpha house...but Wendell had recommended these guys, so Chris quickly pushed that out of his mind and headed towards the door. Before he could ring the bell,

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the door swung open and someone blurted out, "We're not interested in whatever you're selling," and then started to close the door on him. "I'm not selling anything." "What do you want then?" the twinkish nerd in thick glasses blurted out snobbishly. "I was told you guys could help decrypt..." "Not interested in helping you recover your porn collection either. Now go away," the skinny geek interjected. "Listen here little man. I'm with the BSAA and this is a matter of global importance. We need the data decrypted on this hard drive!"

[Chris rarely mentioned that organization anymore. Not since they made their narrow-minded stance on the Ero-zombie outbreak. They felt that the depraved monsters only represented a minimal threat and they were not interested in being associated with battling cock-sucking fiends. It was too perverse for the head office. They permitted Chris to continue his fight and funded most of it so long as he didn't embarrass the organization in any way. But their 'generosity' was running low.]

"Then have your people do it...unless they're too stupid to do so. But in any case, we're...not...interested." [SLAM!!]

[CRUNCH!!] The door flew open when Chris kicked it in.

"That's it, asshole! I was told you could help, and Gawddammit you will!!" the hero yelled menacingly. "You little shits are safe only because of people like me. It's time to step up and do your part!!"

Chris was so pissed he was almost shaking, and part of him was surprised by how angry he had gotten. He knew he was still traumatized by Kain and the video, but he had no time to deal with it. He had to find a way to stop the zombie epidemic. He had to make things right.

"Ok, Ok...don't hurt us mister," the rude little nerd pleaded. "I'm sorry, alright. Just give me the hard drive and we'll get started right away." As the timid geek hastened to the next room, Chris realized he was being eyed by over a dozen skinny geeks. Quickly determining that they posed no threat, he eased up on his anger and tried to relax. "Um...mister? Would like something to drink while you wait?" another nerd asked cautiously. "We have water, ice tea...even beer if you prefer," he whispered softly. That made Chris chuckle a bit. "Water would be fine. Thanks." Sitting down in the living room, the hero guzzled his water and started to wonder how long it would take them. But before he could finish his thought, the room began to spin. Seconds later, Chris was unconscious on the sofa.

When he was awoken, he found himself bound and naked on a bed with his hands tied behind his back. "Not again!" he thought. "This is our house! You don't have any right to bully us in our house! We are not your bitches put here to serve you! To make sure you learn that lesson, you're going to find out what it truly means to be someone's bitch!" fraternity president Dexter Beecham announced.

Stripping out of his turtleneck and corduroys, the 22 year old Mensa member shocked Chris with the length of his cock. The 5'-8" tall, 135 lb geek was sporting a 14" prick. He wasted no time lubing it up and stuffing it up the bully's hole. "And just so you know, Muscles, the lesson isn't over until all of the Deviant Dozen are done teaching you about respect." Looking around the room, Chris quickly counted more than twelve guys. "Hey, Genius! There are more than a dozen twerps in your little gang," he pointed out, wincing from the pounding. His ass was still quite sore. "Dozen doesn't denote the number of members...just the minimum inch requirement to join. Your ass is about to experience some serious foot-long traffic."

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Not another word was spoken by Dexter. He just grunted and panted; slamming his skinny hips into the muscular rump beneath him. Chris was incensed by his latest predicament. He was a warrior. He was a skilled killer of the undead, and yet there he was; bound and helpless as a bunch of scrawny nerds were about to fuck him silly. Every thrust just added to the insult. Every sexual whimper that drifted from Dexter's lips, as he enjoyed his body, just pissed him off even more. He remembered, albeit too late, that Wendell said these guys were assholes, and unfortunately he now had to suffer for his arrogance.

"Are you at least decrypting the hard drive?" he asked as his mighty pecs bounced with each impact. "Fuck...n-no! Y-You...get...noth...ing...out...of this...b-but...our...D....N....AAAAAaaaaaaaaa!" Dexter replied; filling the captive with the first of many loads.

As soon as he withdrew, another brainiac slid inside, and as Dexter explained earlier, that one also had a big dick. Well over 12", Phineas' curved cock was making constant contact with a very sensitive spot in Chris' hole. He kept quivering every time the full length slid deep. "Look! This tough guy loves the cock!" Phineas teased. "Yeah...take it, bitch!! You know you want every inch of me!" Chris just glared at him; wondering if he really could allow himself to kill a bunch of thinly-built frat-boys.

Dick after dick plundered his ass. Spunk was puddling up underneath him. His rage had tapered off and had given way to a new emotion. Unexpectedly, he was now feeling lustful for all the hefty poles. His mutation was turning him into a sexual beast, and the scent of so much spunk was triggering that part of his psyche. Surprisingly, with his longing for more dick came the clarity and realization that he was in fact wrong for how he treated them in the first place. He had no right to demand they do anything. He chose his path, and he had to respect everyone else's choices.

When the last geek peaked inside of him, a calmness overtook the hero. "Have you learned your lesson, bitch!" Dexter asked arrogantly. "Oh, did you actually begin the lesson. I thought you boys were just practicing your technique," he quipped; hoping to provoke a specific reaction. "That's it! It's time for round two!!"

As soon as Dexter was on top of and inside of him, Chris freed his hands from the ropes and rolled on top of the geek. When he had finally calmed down, the hero figured out that the brainiacs were apparently not very good at tying knots. The nerd herd panicked when they saw Dexter pinned beneath the bully. They were sure it was about to get bloody. "I should be pissed right about now. But...I realized that I was wrong in how I treated you guys. Not saying your methods are proper, but you do have the right to stand up for yourselves. When Wendell Marks said you could help, I expected a more accommodating response..." "Did you say Wendell Marks?" "Yeah...why?" "Oh boy. If you had mentioned his name first, none of this would have happened. He is one of the founders of the Deviant Dozen. He helped draft our K.O.C. Code. Please forgive us sir. We will take a look at your hard drive immediately. Now will you please get off of me?"

Chris just shook his head in disbelief. But there was nothing he could do about it now. "How long do you think it will take to decrypt?" he asked the group. After several minutes they concluded that it would be at least several hours since they had to write new decrypting code and probably have to assemble some equipment as well. "So in that case...No. I will not get off of you. In fact, I think you guys need to double your efforts to make sure you drive your lesson home...if you know what I mean."

The shocked faces of the young men amused the horny hero. Soon he was being double-fucked while others got to work on unveiling all that Wesker sought to keep secret. That very thought turned Chris on even more, which made him craved the taste of the virile seed. Gagging on gargantuan girths while taking two at a time eased his troubled mind, at least temporarily. The enthusiasm of his counterparts was addictive, and it wasn't long before the whole frat house was filled with loud moans of ecstasy.

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Enjoying himself so much, the hero even allowed the group to take it up a notch and then one more. Triple penetrations amazed the frat-boys, but when he took four of their cocks at once, they broke out their phones and began snapping pictures of the quad-filled glutes. He had solidified himself as a legend in that fraternity and the guys were truly grateful. And to show their gratitude, they did something unexpected.

Once Chris got off of the bed, several fraternity brothers climbed atop the bed and stayed on all fours. Presenting their asses to him, the geeks urged him to breed their holes with his membership-worthy prick. Unable to resist, the hero plunged balls-deep into the first nerd, but as he got close to cumming, all he could remember was the video and what he did to Linc, Evan and the guardsmen. But before he could stop himself, Chris unleashed a massive cum dump in Phineas' bowels.

He waited anxiously...nervously...to see if he infected another innocent. But as the minutes ticked by and nothing happened, not to mention all the calls for him to move on to the next hole, his concern gave way to lust and the muscle-bound stud was drilling another one. He was pleasantly surprised at how tight and inviting the skinny asses were, and he delivered a lesson none of them would ever forget.

Hours had past, and the hero and nerd herd were spent. While he lounged on the bed, several geeks lay by his side just caressing his muscular body. He could tell they were enamored with his physique, and he was quite taken with their big dicks. He couldn't stop stroking them, gripping them or simply take his eyes off of them. Those guys were packing some serious weapons and Chris enjoyed being their target practice.

Eventually, the computers working on the hard drive made a loud beep, and all the naked geeks jumped up and ran out of the room. Chris was close behind but barely understood a thing they were saying to each other as they pointed at the monitors. After several minutes went by, Dexter finally started to explain things to the hero.

"We decrypted the data on the hard drive but it appears to be incomplete." "I gave you everything we had from the Amazon lab. There was nothing else," he pointed out. "No. What I meant is that this hard drive is just one of a pair. Whoever encrypted this data also split it in two. And in that process they also scrambled the data on the hard drive so it appears as a jumbled mess on the screen. Without the other hard drive and the exact program they used to split and scramble them, what you have are tons of files with a bunch of nonsense stored inside." "How do you know it's only split in two? What if it was split in ten? We'll never find all of the data if that's the case," he said feeling utterly defeated. "The data that was split off from this hard drive still left a virtual footprint. There is a ghost sector taking up memory space on the hard drive; cordoned off for the eventual merger of the two halves." "Great. So now I just have to figure out where another secret lab is located...somewhere on the planet," the hero replied sarcastically.

"WAIT! Not so fast, Muscles! My program just detected an Easter egg buried deep in one of the scrambled folders," another geek exclaimed excitedly. "What is an Easter egg...besides an actual egg I mean?" "Just a hidden file on the computer that is only accessible when certain keystrokes are entered. This one appears to be an audio file."

When he hit play, a chill ran down Chris' spine. The voice of Albert Wesker could be heard reciting coordinates...three sets of them. The nerds quickly wrote them down and began to plug them into the computer. They immediately determined that the coordinates referenced a remote spot in the Amazon jungle, another remote location in the Congo and a spot on one of Fiji's tiny islands.

"So it looks like you know where you need to go, Muscles. You said you got this one in the Amazon, so now you get to travel to Africa and the South Pacific," the nerd declared with great pride. "But why three locations if the data was only split in two?" Chris wondered aloud. "Maybe one is a false lead, or maybe the third location has the scramble program that's needed to merge the two."

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"In any case, I know what I need to do next. Please contact Wendell and give him this hard drive. It's not that I don't trust you guys, but there are some seriously bad men who would want this back. Wendell and the team can protect it. Oh, and don't tell him about the egg thing either. This is something I need to handle myself." "Do you want us to give him our decryption program too?" one of the geeks asked. "Why? If you did that, I wouldn't have a good reason to come back here," Chris teased with a wink.

Taking the list of coordinates with him, Chris thanked the frat-boys again and headed out the door. Just then, a well-built jock walked in and shouted, "Which one of you skinny bitches is going to write my paper?" Chris just watched as the clever geeks played the scared victims and lured the jock further into the house. As he watched the arrogant bully chug down a laced beer, he smirked and said, "I may not exactly approve of your methods, but I applaud your willingness to not be a victim, Dex. Wish me luck. Hopefully you'll see me soon."

With that, the hero departed; excited that he was one step closer to defeating Wesker. He quickly came up with a game plan that included picking up Boca from Linc's apartment and dealing with the BSAA accounting department to get funds for his mission. He wasn't going to ask the others at the ZDC to come along because he needed to regain their trust after what he did to them. Plus, they had a good thing going training new fighters for the cause. Besides, he saw these trips as his penance for his past transgressions. And he would make things right. But first he needed to rest up. _____

As he walked into his apartment, Chris heard a strange noise coming from the apartment across from his. He immediately thought it might be Linc, since no one else beside the building manager lived there anymore. It was a feasible thought because the merc knew where he lived but had only been there once; so maybe he was injured and confused.

Just in case, he grabbed a gun, he quietly entered the apartment and immediately knew it wasn't Linc. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and he readied himself for a fight on his home turf. Unfortunately for the hero, the creature spotted him first. Without warning, two powerful fists slammed down on to his shoulders and drove him to the ground. The unrelenting downpour of punches dazed the hero; forcing him face-down on the ground. Within seconds he found himself unarmed and being stripped naked. Able to only turn his head slightly, Chris saw a zombie unlike any other, and its attack was equally unique.

Instead of going for his exposed cock, the tall, lanky creature rammed its 20" prick up his helpless hole. Once fully immersed in its prey, the beast unleashed the next stage of its assault...deep inside the hero. A urethra- like appendage slithered forth from the piss-slit and crept deeper into his bowels. As the 1" thick tube snaked further into Chris, further than anything had gone before, it slowly released its seed into him; the spunk oozing from the appendage's lengthy flesh like thick sweat. Besides it causing his balls to swell with tasty cum, the toxic spooge had a paralytic effect on its prey. His arms and legs soon felt heavy and useless. Whatever the creature was going to do to him, he would be unable to stop it.

Administering the potent seed so deep in the large intestine made its absorption that much more effective, but the creature wasn't stopping there. Chris couldn't believe when he felt the tube force its way into his small intestine and slide deeper still. When it had finally stopped advancing, the urethral appendage had snaked nearly 15' along the intestinal track, which meant his body was absorbing a massive amount of cum. His balls were increasing at an alarming rate and so were his pecs. Spunk and man-milk began dribbling from him uncontrollably, and just when he started to wonder what would happen next, he got his answer.

The lanky EZ pulled the hero to his knees, hugging his limp body close to its chest. It let out a loud shriek before dropping its head back and shooting forth a huge, slimy esophageal appendage that extended several feet from its widening mouth. With his heavy head resting on its shoulder, Chris watched in horror as the saliva-soaked throat muscle descended onto his face. The throaty appendage quickly slithered over his head to his huge traps and then methodically widened to engulf the broad shoulders before advancing towards his leaky nipples.

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Chris couldn't believe that the monster was trying to consume him whole. He was sure it would have to stop eventually and spit him out. He had gotten a quick view of it and it wasn't large enough to swallow his muscular body, or so he thought. When he felt the esophageal appendage glide over his abs, the hero finally felt the monster's mouth on the top of his head. At that same moment, the urethral tube retracted from his bowels. The creature then positioned the partially-swallowed prey on his back and continued to ingest him.

The Phageal EZ's lower jawbone split in half allowing its highly elastic lips and throat to accept the large prey item. Next, its ribcage spread apart; creating an easy path to its equally elastic stomach. That particular EZ garnered its nourishment by breeding its prey, then consuming him and allowing its stomach acids to trigger an uncontrollable, non-stop orgasm from the consumed quarry. Once the spunk and digestive juices filled the stomach, the prey would drown in the toxic soup, and the creature would simply sit there while the digestive process took over. It was an effective and efficient means of feeding itself.

Chris could feel the upper jaw slide past his nose, over his chin and then between his pecs. At the same time, the throaty appendage had glided over his cock and ass-cheeks, down his thighs to his knees. The appendage wasn't creating an air-tight seal around him, so he had the ability to still breathe, but the air he was taking in was saturated with toxic fumes from the creature's saliva. His thoughts were becoming frazzled.

When the upper jaw reached his cockhead and the throaty muscle was to his ankles, the hero felt the esophageal appendage become rigid. The surprisingly strong monster then hoisted the prey overhead and allowed gravity to aid in his consumption. Its hands helped to push his feet downwards, and when his head reached the stomach, he found himself balling up into the fetal position. The creature simply sat down right where it was and allowed the next phase to take place; its head still dropped backwards to allow minimal air to reach the consumed prey. It didn't want the meal to suffocate too soon.

When his feet slid past the jawbones, Chris' mind nearly crumbled with fear. He was so close to having what he needed to stop Wesker, but now he would die within a monster's belly just steps away from the safety of his own home. And no one would ever know what happened to him.

Fully ingested and curled up in the beast's gut, he felt something slither around every part of his body. The lining of the monster's stomach was made up of thousands of strands of tendrils that slowly glided over every inch of him. At first it repositioned its meal so his head was at the highest point in its stomach, or he would make for a less-than satisfying meal. Once he was properly situated, the tendrils simply held him tight to the stomach walls.

When his cock and balls were fully encased in the hair-thin tendrils, the tips of the strands began to stimulate his shaft, sack and perineum relentlessly along with every other part of his body. Some of the strands even disappeared up his ass to caress his prostate. And once the stomach acids coated his flesh, the hero found himself unable to stop the torrent of cum exploding from his cock.

"Oh...FUCK YES!!!!" Albert Wesker exclaimed; shooting his own impressive load all over his desk. He had just witnessed the whole ordeal from his office, thanks to the cameras installed in the apartment by Joska.

"It's over! It's finally over! Chris Redfield has been eaten alive!!!"

To be continued...

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