Ravaged (The Eros Initiative - Chapter 22) by Baldwolf

Chris Redfield spasmed hard as the umpteenth orgasm rocked his body. Still held firmly within the Phageal EZ's stomach by the lining's tendrils, the hero gasped and cried out in desperation. But the only person to hear his pleas was the one person eager to see the monster succeed. Albert Wesker had locked the door to his office, stripped completely naked and was stroking his 12" long cock. He wanted to enjoy every exhilarating, perverse and tortuous moment of his mortal enemy's demise as it played out on the main video monitor. The sociopath pinched his nipples and fucked his fist every time the beast's belly trembled. He knew Chris was suffering horribly inside it, and that filled the psychopath with utter ecstasy. Eagerly awaiting the belly's stillness that would signal the hero's death, Albert Wesker gave in to his vile fantasies and started cumming all over his chest, and it would be only the first of many orgasms for the villain as well.

The hair-thin tendrils flickered and squeezed every inch of Chris' body. They stroked his throbbing shaft while also sliding deep within the piss-slit. They curled around his massive, heaving pecs and strangled his leaky nipples. They cupped his ball-sack, caressed his perineum and slithered up his ass. They teased the back of his neck, his armpits and the bottom of his feet. No part of his body was safe from the onslaught, and combined with the digestive juices coating his flesh, the hero had no choice but to cum...and cum violently. And unfortunately his cum and the creature's digestive juices were enough of a dilution to the EZ's spunk to eliminate any possibility of Meta-Chris emerging to save the day.

The short moments between orgasms allowed for one maybe two thoughts beyond cumming. With no idea that he had been inside the zombie for well over an hour, he was able to discern that he was sitting in about six inches of cum and digestive juices, and that the level was steadily rising. Sitting within the stomach in somewhat of a fetal position, Chris' legs were tethered to the side walls of the stomach so that his aching, spewing cock was totally exposed and helpless. His arms were secured to the lining at shoulder height which seemed to further reduce his leverage or ability to break free. Even his head was held tight against the outer belly wall, and it was the engulfed silhouette of his squirming wide back and huge arms that kept pushing Wesker over the edge. Oh how he wished he was there in that very room to caress the bloated belly and taunt his nemesis while he died a slow and depraved death.

As another orgasm rocked his body, Chris felt a new assault begin. Eager to initiate the final digestive stage, the Phageal EZ was able to redirect its urethra-like appendage inward and it snaked its way into its own stomach. The tiny tendrils crammed up his ass began to pull open his fleshy ring allowing a torrent of cum and juices to flood his guts. That in and of itself caused Chris to cum even harder, but then the lengthy appendage burrowed extremely deep into its delicious prey item. Just when he started to get some feeling back in his limbs they went numb again, but his flesh was on fire thanks to the digestive juices ever-so-slowly dissolving his skin. As the urethral tentacle pushed its way back into his small intestine, breeding him ever more thoroughly, Chris just started to cry out uncontrollably. His mind was sinking into chaos. He was being completely violated both on the surface and within, and he was utterly helpless to stop it. It was both terribly painful and mind-blowingly erotic, but no matter which sensation took momentary control, the hero couldn't stop himself from cumming wildly.

Another hour had past and now the hero was sitting in over a foot of the cummy soup, and his cock was still spraying out load after load of his salty cream. He was exhausted. Sweat poured form his flesh and trickled between the multitude of tendrils still holding him tightly. He could still feel the 18' of urethral appendage squirming inside of his stuffed guts, but he could now also feel the tendrils gliding about his hands and fingers. He was getting some feeling back in his limbs. Not knowing why...or caring, Chris took advantage of the unexpected good fortune and began to thrash violently against the ensnaring strands, but just as he pulled one hand free, the Phageal EZ made its next move.

While straining to pull his other arm free, Chris felt the walls of the stomach collapsing in on him, and the creature's rib cage was also closing up. All this was causing the cum-juice soup to rise much faster, and to make sure nothing escaped its gullet, the creature closed its throat too. Chris had only a minute or two before he would drown within the belly of the beast, and to make certain he did, the EZ's urethral appendage went into overdrive, pumping as much of

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its seed into its prey as possible. But the toxic spunk didn't have the same affect on Chris as it did earlier for two reasons. The first being that his body was becoming accustomed to it thanks to his overexposure to numerous kinds of zombie cum. The second was due to the fact that his bowels were flooded with his own spunk and its digestive juices which simply diluted the creature's cream.

Wesker's fist was a blur over his cock as he watched the monster's belly close in around his foe. From the undulations under its flesh, he could only assume that Chris was dying an excruciatingly painful death which caused him to shoot massive amounts of cum clear across his office. He knew he was only seconds away from achieving his ultimate victory.

Chris had a similar thought cross his mind as he punched his fists in all directions looking for a way to break free. Unfortunately the creature's stomach, while elastic, was also quite thick and tough as leather, and it's throat was closed tighter than a virgin's asshole. Fearing that all could be lost, the hero got a last-moment idea thanks to the squirming appendage up his ass. He realized that the tentacle entered the stomach from another point, and just maybe that was the one weak spot he could use...but to do what?

He was right about the urethral appendage. It did enter the stomach through the small intestine, and Chris found that the valve between the two wasn't as tight as the esophagus. Forcing his fist through the valve, he tore the intestine from the stomach which caused the digestive soup to quickly drain out. But he was far from saved. The creature's stomach continued to tighten and he found himself all balled up with the appendage still raping his ass and his cock still spewing load after load. He was still in grave danger of dying from either dehydration, exhaustion or cardiac arrest if he couldn't find a way to kill the beast.

Wesker's cock almost went limp when he saw the pool of fluid pour out of the zombie's ass. He couldn't believe that Chris was still alive and still fighting. "Gawddammit!!! What will it take for that bastard to DIE?!?!?!?!" he roared. But then he noticed that the belly spasms were growing less and less pronounced and that the stomach appeared to be much firmer. Maybe, just maybe Chris was going to die inside the creature anyway. With that small glimmer of hope, the madman started to stroke his cock once more, desperately begging the universe to side with him and kill Chris Redfield.

The hero was able to force both fists through the tear in the stomach wall but the compressing abdomen was making it nearly impossible to breathe. And the air he was getting was minimal and tainted. He was finding it near impossible to think straight now. He felt around for anything else he could rip apart or break but nothing was stopping the zombie from trying to crush him within its gut. That was until he felt its spine. If he could generate enough force maybe he could snap it in two, but he was so tired and in such an awkward position that he wasn't sure it could be done. But he figured it was his only hope.

The creature was also fighting for survival, and it could feel its prey struggling within. Unable to actually stand up at this point, it simply rolled over on to its belly to try to provide even more pressure and weight to crush its meal. "YES! That's it. Fight, damn you. Kill Chris for me!!" Wesker cheered as his ball-sack tightened, preparing to forfeit another batch of his wicked seed.

Chris gasped weakly, now finding it extremely difficult to breathe. But the shift was actually to his advantage. One of his feet was now pressing into the zombie's spine and he could use that extra leverage to launch his desperate counterattack. Giving it literally everything he had, feeling his heartbeat pounding in his ears and his lungs burning for fresh air, Chris pulled on the spinal cord as hard as he could...but nothing happened. The creature's spine was also very flexible in order to allow it to consume huge meals. So that was that. As he felt the walls of the stomach squeezing him tighter and tighter, the hero knew he was only moments away from failing everyone he loved.

As another blast of his own cum nailed him in the face, the nearly dead hero felt something unexpected. He was not the monster's first meal, and there was remnants of that meal logged in its small intestine. A metal tab from some poor

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bastard's belt buckle was sticking to the back of his hand thanks to the drying spunk & digestive juices. It appeared that the zombie couldn't digest everything. While it was not enough to cut himself free, it might be enough to paralyze his assailant. In one final desperate act, Chris took hold of the metal tab and began stabbing it in between the creature's vertebrae that were within his reach. Less than a minute later, he felt the creature spasm violently and then go limp. Every muscle in the zombie's body began to relax.

Struggling mightily, he eventually stretched out the stomach enough to be able to reach up towards the monster's esophagus. It took him nearly twenty minutes to drag himself out through the paralyzed creature's mouth and another ten to pull the still-oozing urethral appendage from his ass. But as he lay there, covered in cum and juices, his flesh red from the acidic assault and his balls & pecs swollen with still more of his tasty offerings, Chris Redfield let out a victorious roar and then passed out.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! HOW CAN THIS BE????? HOW THE FUCK DID HE SURVIVE THIS?!?!?!" Wesker ranted, flinging furniture across his office. "So close. I was so fucking close to seeing that cock- sucking do-gooder die a nasty, perverse death."

Chris came to a couple of hours later. Before staggering back to his apartment, he grabbed a large knife from the abandoned apartment's kitchen and stabbed the zombie repeatedly through its eye sockets, just to make sure it was good and dead. After a very long shower and gorging himself on whatever he could find in his pantry, the exhausted but still rock-hard hero fell into bed and drifted into a deep sleep. He would deal with his bloated balls and pecs in the morning, or so he thought.

Unbeknownst to Chris, Joska saw him enter his apartment and decided to spring a little surprise on the weary warrior in the hopes of impressing his vengeful boss. _____

Leon Kennedy woke up in the most surprising of places. He wasn't aboard a ship anymore, or in a cage or lock away in a dungeon. He was lying on a huge, comfortable bed covered in cool, crisp sheets in a palatial bedroom that was being flooded with warm sunlight. Thinking back to what the pirate told him about his death being horrible and slow, the agent quickly deduced that this wouldn't be such a bad way to go. That was until he felt the leather collar around his neck. With no way to remove it or detach it from the golden chains secured to the headboard, the naked agent's mind swirled with an unending list of scenarios in which he met that slow, horrible end.

"Ah...I see you have finally awaken," the stranger's voice stated in a very peaceful manner. When Leon spun around, he saw walking towards him a very...VERY large man wearing nothing more that a short silk robe that wasn't exactly covering everything. "My name is Carlito Hippaletti, and you are my...hmmm...let's just say...guest. If everything goes well you will be able to call this beautiful estate home." "And if things don't go well?" Leon asked with some serious attitude. "If things don't go well, then my pet crocodiles will have blond for dinner," Hippaletti replied coldly. "I'm tired of waiting Leon...I can call you Leon, right? I mean after all, you are going to be my personal love slave," he said with a perverse smirk before dropping his robe to reveal his astounding body.

Carlito Hippaletti was only 6' tall, but he weighed in at nearly 500 lbs. While he did have a large gut, it was not exactly flabby, and his arms were huge. The man nicknamed the Hippo [not to his face of course] was incredibly strong and had somewhat of an unstable temperament. One moment he could appear pleasant and docile, but if someone crossed him, he would physically attack them without warning or remorse. But it wasn't the man's weight or demeanor that worried Leon as much as the man's cock did. Simply a freak of nature, the Hippo had a 18" long prick...when flaccid. The captive agent watched in terror as it swelled to just over 25" long and 6" thick. The bulbous cockhead at the end of the rigid slab was even wider, and all Leon could think was that this was how he was going to die.

Brutishly bending the nervous agent over the side of the bed, the Hippo dropped to his knees and began to tongue fuck

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his weary hole with rabid intensity. Saliva sprayed off in in all directions and the mammoth man did his gods-honest- best to sufficiently lube up the blond stud's fleshy ring. He truly was hoping Leon would be the one because he was tired of looking for a compatible partner. Just in the last month, Hippaletti's gigantic cock was responsible for the death of six men. And it wasn't as if the drug running, arms dealing kingpin was completely heartless. He was simply a beast looking for his beauty; a beauty that could not only take every inch of his shaft but also endure the brutal fuck he loved to bestow on his mate. But if Leon were to die on his dick, then he would, in fact, have his lifeless body tossed into the Congo River for the crocodiles to eat, proving that he was also a naturalist and environmentalist at heart.

With the perfect pink hole dripping with his saliva, the Hippo knew it was time for the audition to begin. "I'm not going to lie, Leon. This is going to hurt. But you simply need to relax and let me take full ownership of your ass. If you can relax your body enough, you should be able to survive this. It's when one tenses up that the real damage can occur. Just accept that this is going to happen and you'll have a good chance of surviving the day." With the standard pep-talk out of the way, the eager kingpin started his anal invasion, and it was clear from the onset that Leon would not go quietly.

"EEEEIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" the agent screamed with everything he had. The massive cockhead had just stretched his hole wider than ever before, and he was still incredibly sore from his unending assault aboard the ship. "NOOOOOOOOOOO...OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH GAAAAAAWWWWWWD!!! PULL IT OUT!!!! PULL IT OUT!!!!" he begged, but Hippaletti just kept sliding his insane girth deeper and deeper. Once he reached the halfway point, the kingpin did pause to allow his fuck-toy to breathe and to come to terms with his new reality. "We're almost there, Leon. Just twelve more inches to go. You're doing great, but...I really would prefer less screaming. I'd hate to have to crush your larynx in order to achieve silence. But it's your call." With that terrifyingly cold threat echoing in his ears, Leon buried his face in the mattress and squirmed wildly as the remaining inches mercilessly slid up his ass.

Feeling the huge, taut belly resting on his back while the sweaty hips ground into his tight, muscular butt, the agent braced himself for what was probably the last fuck of his life. He was sure that the massive cock had already caused serious internal damage, and the fat bastard hadn't even started fucking him yet. However, he did decide that if he was to die in that manner, he would at least go out strong and not crying like a weak little bitch. But that was easier to think than to do, because no sooner did he make that vow the Hippo unleashed the most powerful ass-slamming thrusts the blond stud ever experienced.

Once again screaming at the top of his lungs, this time into the mattress, with tears also streaming from his eyes, saliva spraying from his mouth, snot trickling from his nose and blood dripping from his ass, he did his best to endure to vicious, body-jarring rape. As for Hippaletti, he was in heaven!! Leon's sweet, firm ass had the velvety choke-hold on his cock that he only dreamed of. With every brutal thrust, the kingpin was holding out hope that the handsome stud would actually survive their encounter. But there was never enough of a concern to make him want to stop and check on Leon. He was so close to cumming that nothing was going to get in his way of the rapidly building orgasm.

When it finally happened, both Leon and the Hippo let out loud gasps. The agent's was from the new sensation of pain as the salty spunk splattered his pummeled guts, while the kingpin's was from the rapturous pleasure washing over his entire body. When the final orgasmic tremble subsided, Carlito Hippaletti simply fell forward and buried his captive under his full weight. Struggling to now breathe, Leon squirmed frantically but it was no use. His captor simply was too heavy. And just when he was about to pass out, the agent found himself rolling over and laying atop the sweaty fat man...still impaled on the gargantuan shaft.

"Now wasn't that amazing, Agent Kennedy?" the Hippo asked, not really caring from a response. "I had a feeling that you'd be the one. So strong and resilient. I knew you could take my cock, especially after my men told me how easy you took their cocks on that ship. Welcome to your new life Leon. Your mine now."

Still lying face up on top of the huge belly, Leon grunted loudly as the Hippo initiated the next round of fucking. His massive hands now grouping the agent's torso and cock as his ruthless prick stabbed deep into the blond's ruined hole. _____

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After spying on Chris, Joska, the so-called building maintenance man, rushed into the apartment next to the hero's to see what had nearly defeated the muscular stud. He was shocked by the odd monster lying dead inside but was more disappointed by its failure. He hadn't specifically set a trap for Chris, but he did leave all the abandoned apartment doors unlocked and slightly cracked open to allow for any wandering zombie to stagger inside. To further coax the undead indoors, Joska would scatter samples of his own spunk all throughout the units and it wasn't hard to get enough cum for such a monumental task. For his self-serving pleasures, he had hours of various spy-cam footage of Chris being ravaged by any number of EZs.

Realizing that Chris was incredibly vulnerable at that moment, the maintenance man decided to be a little more pro- active with his tactics. First he went back to his apartment and pulled up the spy-cams on his laptop to watch the hero and decide when to make his move. Waiting ten minutes after the zombie-killer hit the sheets, Joska picked up a small duffle bag and headed up to his apartment. He wasn't authorized to kill Chris himself because Wesker wanted one of the zombies to take him out, but he was encouraged to initiate an attack by any means.

Quietly unlocking the door, Joska crept inside and, in his phony accent, softly called out, "Mr. Redfield? You come home now? You ok?" But the apartment was dead silent. Cautiously moving closer to the bedroom, the maintenance man couldn't stop his cock from swelling to full rigidity. He was about to get an up close and personal view of the muscular, naked stud in a totally defenseless state. Peeking around the door frame, Joska let out an audible gasp. Chris was lying face down on the bed with his legs partially spread and his firm round ass completely assailable. He had planned on just making sure Chris was in a deep sleep before enticing a zombie or two into his apartment, but there was no way he would allow himself to miss out on such an opportunity.

Pushing his pants to his ankles, the former college wrestler quickly stepped out of them and crawled on to the bed, and it quickly became clear that Chris was more unconscious from exhaustion than he was actually sleeping. The beefy- muscled assailant spit in to his hand and smeared the saliva over his curved, veiny ten-incher. Pulling the foreskin back and squeezing the base of his shaft, he watched with exhilaration as his cockhead ballooned; a little trickle of precum oozed out and landed on the hero's sore, puffy hole. Wasting no more time, Joska carefully pressed his dick against the tortured sphincter and began to add more and more pressure. While he was somewhat certain Chris wouldn't wake up, there was no guarantee, so he was a bit more delicate than he wanted to be.

When the 2.5" thick cockhead forced its way inside, he nearly cried out with pleasure. Stifling a full-body shiver due to the infiltration, Joska continued to stuff the rest of his cock balls-deep. He paused momentarily and took in the exquisite beauty of his boss' enemy's ass, which looked even more perfect filled with his dick. Not knowing how long Chris would remain in such a state, the anal invader went to work. His thrusts started off off slow and methodical but it wasn't long before he was slamming his hips full-force into the incapacitated hero.

The velvety cock-sleeve was almost too much to take, and Joska had to constantly fight off the urge to cum too soon. Truly believing that his would be the last human cock inside it, he wanted the encounter to last as long as possible. Ten minutes into the rape, he pulled the unconscious stud back onto his knees, leaving his head to rest on the mattress and fucked him even harder doggy-style. He squeezed Chris' hips tightly and rammed his rock-solid dick into him with all that he had, and still the hero was completely out. Feeling supreme dominance over his victim, Joska finally erupted deep inside his bowels before collapsing on top of Chris.

Now that his fun was done, it was time to leave a trail of "breadcrumbs" for a zombie to follow...which meant he needed to keep on fucking the zombie-killer. He callously flipped Chris onto his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed hugging the tree-trunk thick legs to his chest and started anew. Joska was mesmerized by the bouncing pecs, which were even more jiggly thanks to the massive amounts of man-milk still stored inside. He also couldn't get over just how huge the hero's ballsack was but knew some lucky zombie would be feasting for hours because of that.

He could have drilled that sweet hole for an hour or two but knew if he missed the window of opportunity to orchestrate Chris' death, Wesker would end him. He released his hold on the massive thighs, allowing them to fall to

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each side before pulling out a shooting an impressive load all over the hero's cock, balls, torso and face. After admiring his Jackoff Pollock artwork, Joska pulled several containers from the duffle bag. Inside each one was his cum that he had saved for that very event. He dribbled the lukewarm spunk all the way from the bedroom to the apartment door, down the stairs and around to the entrance of the alley, where he dumped two full containers to make a large salty puddle. All he had to do now was to head back inside and watch things unfold. _____

It didn't take long for an EZ to pick up the scent of Joska's spunk and follow its trail to an easy meal. The Beta EZ was tall and lanky but had a fat 20" prick . As it moved in to claim its prize, the creature did something surprising. Instead of either sucking on his cock or fucking his ass, the zombie immediately began to tongue-fuck Chris' throat, depositing gobs of saliva in his gullet. After nearly ten minutes the fiend finally seemed ready to go to town on the swollen rod but first it licked the maintenance man's seminal splatter from it's prey's succulent body. Joska, with cock in hand, would be watching every minute of his engineered assault on the monitors in his apartment.

Chris may have been in a nearly catatonic state but his body still reacted to the creature's sexual manipulations. With his ass still positioned at the edge of the bed and his legs spread wide, the beast knelt down and sucked the first huge load from the throbbing 12" dick in just a few short minutes and was continually rewarded in rapid succession. The hero's flesh was still hyper-sensitive from the Phageal EZ's attack, so this newest zombie had easy pickings, and even though it took very little effort to extract the spunk, it still took the EZ over an hour to drain the swollen nuts of their creamy seed.

Ready to breed it's prey item for more sustenance, the EZ slowly glided over the hero's helpless form pulling his legs up with it. The creature nuzzled it's bulbous cockhead at the fleshy ring but paused when it caught the scent of the man-milk leaking from the puffy nipples. Opening its mouth as wide as possible, the zombie engulfed the entire left pec and suckled with ravenous need. It worked over the left side for nearly fifteen minutes before finally moving to the right one. By the time both pecs were devoid of their nectar, the beast's cock was throbbing wildly.

With an overwhelming urge to consume more of everything it's quarry had to offer, the monster crammed every inch up Chris' ass with one thrust. As it hugged the hero's huge legs against his side, the creature once again began to tongue fuck his throat while it railed his ass. Joska could see a steady stream of saliva pour into Chris' mouth and wondered what effect it would have on the stud. It wouldn't be long before he found out.

Once it was done swapping spit, the zombie pushed its upper body off of the bed and unleashed a devastatingly powerful fuck that had the hero's limbs flopping about wildly. It never stopped thrusting even as it came numerous times, bloating Chris' guts with its tainted spunk. The monster never took its eyes off of the zombie-killer's face, as if it expected him to wake up, but after an hour of brutal breeding it needed to feed once again. While it waited for it's victim's body to absorb the latest batch of cum, the zombie resumed its mouth-watering tactics, and the maintenance man began to wonder if Chris could actually drown from so much saliva.

Minutes later, the creature retreated from the hero's face and took up position between his thighs. Inhaling the mighty shaft once more, it went to work depleting the bloated nut-sack of its creamy treat. At that same moment, Albert Wesker returned to his office and turned on his wall of monitors and was pleased to see his nemesis under attack once again. Transferring the live feed to the main screen, he sat back to see if this encounter would be any different. He would soon be witness to something he never thought possible.

Back in the apartment, Chris slowly stirred from his unconscious state. Before even opening his eyes, the worn-out warrior began to whimper and moan due to the savage assault waged on his beleaguered prick. Gradually lifting his head off of the mattress, he looked down between and legs and gasped, "Captain Wesker?!?! Wh-what are y-y- you....OH GAWD!! Don't stop!" Dropping his head back to the bed, the obviously confused stud simply grabbed the back of the zombie's head and held its face firmly against his crotch. "Oh yes captain, suck me. Swallow me whole!"

The real Albert Wesker nearly fell out of his chair as Chris' words rattled around in his head. "What the fuck is going

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on over there?!?" he wondered aloud. "And why is he calling me captain?" Pacing back and forth in his office, the madman couldn't take his eyes of the screen, but he still couldn't rectify what he was seeing with what he was hearing. But even if he could make sense of that part of the equation, the bigger question was why Chris seemed so enamored with his mortal enemy.

"YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! Oh gawd I'm gonna c-c-cuuuuummmmm!!!!" Chris screamed as he pumped another phenomenal load down his assailant's throat. "Damn...captain...you're...insatiable," he panted. For Chris, he truly was seeing the younger Wesker between his legs sucking on his cock, but it wasn't from some brain injury sustained from a previous attack. The zombie sucking his dick was another mutated beta EZ, the Hallucinoc. _____

When it was still human, the Hallucinoc was nothing more than a junkie constantly strung out on whatever drugs he could get his hands on. On the day he was turned into an Ero-zombie, the junkie had overdosed on a toxic batch of hallucinogenic drugs moments prior to being attacked by an EZ. Now the creature used it's drug-laden saliva to incapacitate its prey items with vivid hallucinations, typically of a sexual nature, making it easier for the monster to feed uninhibited.

For Chris, prior to regaining consciousness and thanks to his near-death experience in side the belly of the Phageal EZ, his mind was flooded with thoughts of Wesker, zombies, and a simpler time just prior to the Ero-zombie nightmare. So when he came to, his drugged-out mind merged all those memories into one powerful and intoxicating hallucination. The real danger for Chris was that, in his jumbled mind, this encounter was everything he thought wanted and he had no interest in making it stop. _____

When the zombie sucked out the few remaining drops of cum from his cock and stood up, the delusional hero grabbed his own ankles and spread his legs wide. "Fuck me, boss!! Fuck me hard and deep!!" he begged. Watching the monstrous prick effortlessly glide balls-deep, the real Wesker just stood dumbfounded. Feeling his own dick aching for release, he called down to the holding cells and ordered Billy Coen to be injected with an extra large dose of anti- viral serum and brought to his office immediately. (Billy was regularly injected with anti-viral serum as was all of Wesker's staff.) He also ordered the captive to be naked with his arms bound behind his back and to be outfitted with a deprivation hood, which would keep him from seeing, hearing smelling or tasting anything. Wesker didn't want Billy to know what his motivation was that day, plus by not seeing his face, the madman could imagine he was fucking his enemy, serenaded by the moans and ecstatic cries pouring from the speakers.

Upon his arrival, the villain immediately pushed the prisoner onto his desk in a similar position to Chris'. He then began to fuck the tight hole at the same pace the Hallucinoc pounded its prey. Wesker reveled in the perverse fantasy of owning his enemy's hole so completely, and soon he was breeding Billy's guts with the first of many loads. At the same time, Chris was writhing wildly on the end of his attacker's cock, loving every intensely brutal thrust. He gave himself completely to the man he once thought of as a trusted leader and mentor...and someone he previously lusted after. He wasted no brain power on why their relationship had taken such a passionate turn, the utterly confused hero simply wanted to be his boss' cum-dump.

After taking several loads while on his back, Chris quickly rolled over and presented his cum-sloppy hole while on all fours. The zombie grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand and a broad shoulder with the other before driving its full length back inside. The sounds of undead flesh slamming into muscular ass-meat echoed not only throughout the apartment but in Wesker's office, for he was drilling Billy in the same position once again. The hero was in awe at his 'lover's' power and couldn't believe how each load made his whole body tingle. The fact that his ballsack and pecs were swollen with creamy goodness never entered his mind. He simply wanted 'his boss' to keep fucking him.

As the Hallucinoc pumped another mammoth load deep in his guts, Chris felt himself being pulled back into its embrace so it could once again fill his stomach with its saliva. Grinding his ass on the veiny shaft, the hero swallowed

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every ounce until he was woozy from the intoxicating spit. The creature then shoved him back against a wall and proceeded to suck him dry once more. During these periods, Wesker would remove the mouth gag from Billy's hood and stuff his cum-soaked cock down his throat. The prisoner was well-trained by that point and never considered biting down on his captor's prick. He just sucked it clean like a good bitch.

Another hour went by and Chris was starting to feel the dehydrating effects from cumming so much. And even though he was ingesting fluid in the form of saliva, the drug-laden liquid did nothing to quench his ever-growing thirst. None of that mattered to the Hallucinoc as it stood up, pulling one of the hero's legs up with it; resting it on its shoulder. It then began to fuck its quarry in the standing position while it suckled on the puffy pecs. Chris did his best to balance himself on the impaling prick, but his legs were growing weak. Thirty minutes into the non-stop anal blitz his knee buckled and the pair fell to the floor...but the monster just kept on fucking the sprawled-out stud. Not wanting to interrupt or disappoint 'his boss', the exhausted bottom clamped his hands over the thrusting butt-cheeks and held on for dear life.

The beast would feed and breed Chris for nearly two more hours before it finally found itself satiated. It then curled up in the corner near the unconscious quarry and drifted into a sleep-like state. Back in his office, the real Albert Wesker was dripping with sweat and unusually content. He drilled poor Billy so long and so hard that at one point he thought he had killed his fuck-toy. While the zombie rested, so did the villain, leaving his captive to lie on the floor. He wouldn't send Billy back to his cell until Chris' ordeal was over...hopefully culminating in the hero's demise.

A few hours later, Chris slowly stirred back to life. His mouth and throat were dry, and his body ached terribly. Finding himself on the floor, he figured that was the reason for his soreness. Still somewhat dazed, he slowly stood up and gingerly walked to the kitchen to get something to drink, with his eyes firmly fixed on the refrigerator. Guzzling down a half gallon of juice, the hero just stood there with the refrigerator door wide open letting the cold air caress his naked body.

While deciding what he wanted to eat, Chris heard something move behind him. Spinning around somewhat clumsily, he was shocked to see an Ero-zombie standing there, but before he could react, the creature was upon him driving its tainted tongue down his throat. Within seconds, the drug-fueled stupor overtook his mind and he again saw his 'captain' standing in front of him. The zombie shoved Chris on to the table and railed his loosened hole with renewed need. Its thrusts were so powerful that the pair ended up in the middle of the table with the hero's ass being the centerpiece.

Folding Chris in half, his ankles by his ears, the zombie continued to plow the fleshy ring mercilessly while forcing more of its saliva down the willing throat. For the drugged-out zombie-killer, he just thought Wesker was an extremely passionate lover. "Jeezus!! I never realized just how much of a cock whore he truly is," the real Wesker exclaimed as he watched his nemesis roll over and ride the humongous cock reverse cowboy. He was still slamming his hips down on Billy's defenseless ass when Chris eased off of the zombie dick and headed back to the bedroom. Once again on all fours in the middle of the bed the hero began to cry out, "Fuck me, captain!! Oh gawd, don't stop!! I need that big dick of yours!!" with Wesker losing himself in the moment pretending to give it to Chris hard and nasty.

Hours flew by, and not once did the hero try to stop the breeding or feeding. And thanks to the Phageal EZ's unique spunk's tainted presence in his system, Meta-Chris was no where to be seen. He did beg to suck on the massive prick, but the creature just kept pushing his face away, not wanting to dilute the toxic spit in his stomach and risk ending his delusion. With the bed sheets soaked with sweat and cum, the zombie once again found itself satiated, but this time it slid up behind its prey, keeping its big dick buried deep up his ass as it rested.

Waking up some time later, the hero was startled to full awareness by the giant throbbing dick filling his bowels. With the effects of the toxic saliva once again worn off, he tried to pull himself free to see what was happening, but that only caused the EZ to awaken and it began to wrestle with its quarry. The zombie may have been a lot less muscular than Chris, but the hero's body had been utterly depleted from the ongoing onslaught. With the beastly dick still

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impaling him, he soon found himself being spun around onto his back with the sight of the undead tongue slithering towards his mouth.

Using every last bit of strength, he caught the creature by the throat and locked his arms straight out. While being brutally fucked by his enraged assailant, Chris scoured his room for anything that could be used to end the fight. Each thrust inched him towards the edge of the bed and soon the entwined pair slid off head first. With his ass in the air, shoulders pinned to the floor, the hero cried out in agony as the zombie pile-drove his hole with increasing ferocity. Even worse, his forearms were burning and starting to fail him. The lengthy oral appendage was now only a few inches from his face.

The life-and-death struggle had both Wesker and Joska glued to their screens as each one was brought to another orgasm. Billy Coen's ass was bruised and bloodied from his captor's violent rape and he was soaked in their cum. Joska's shaft was red and tender from the unrelenting jerk session he put it through, but it would be all worth it should the EZ fuck Chris Redfield to death.

As for the hero, he just knew that he could hold the zombie at bay no longer, but instead of surrendering he pulled the creature's head down next to his and held it in a modified headlock. Now with one arm free, he reached up and pulled the nightstand drawer to the floor and reached in blindly. Spasming through another major breeding, Chris took hold of a combat knife hidden inside and plunged it into the back of the Hallucinoc's skull, unleashing a massive death- orgasm that swelled his guts within seconds. With the fight over, the hero found himself too weak to push the creature off of him, so he had no choice but to lay there up against the bed with his ass still in the air and stuffed with dead zombie dick. His body slowly absorbed the salty deluge, and he drifted into an exhausted slumber whimpering as his balls and pecs steadily filled anew.

Joska considered breaking Wesker's rule and killing the helpless hero right then and there but before he could leave the room his phone rang. "Excellent attempt on Chris' life. I'm sure you took great pleasure watching...and listening to it unfold. I look forward to your next video." [click] Realizing that his boss knew that he not only saw Chris but also heard his specifics cries of ecstasy, the maintenance man trembled as he turned off his recording devices and monitors. In a split second he went from exhilarated to terrified, and all he could think was that he saw & heard too much. And he was right because at that very moment, Wesker had dispatched a team to collect all of Joska's equipment and eliminate the only other witness to Chris' drug-fueled revelation of unrequited lust. Billy Coen was lucky that he was forced to wear the hood or he too would have been dumped into a zombie pit as an easy meal for the flesh-eaters. _____

A scientist ran through the corridor Of N-Velop Industries' corporate wing, desperate to get in touch with his boss, Nigel Baptiste. "Sir! Please excuse this interruption but you will want to watch what is about to happen in sector 23 of the city, but you'll want to do so in the lab. The big guy seems to be sensing the impending attack because he's getting quite agitated...and excited." Minutes later after sprinting down the hall, the pair entered the main lab and headed towards the main monitor. Another scientist pointed out that they were tracking the small band of Megalo- Mace's drones when they realized that his offspring were about to encounter a group of soldiers engaged in a battle with a horde of EZs. "This will be the first real test the drones have faced to see how well they can add to their ranks."

Baptiste watched with perverse glee as the various spy cameras picked up the drones as they moved in on the soldiers. The rag-tag group of 10 men were quickly running out of ammunition, and although they whittled down the horde from over 60 Ero-Zombies, there was still nearly two dozen to contend with. It wasn't long before the men were overrun, stripped naked and assaulted by the hungry horde. If any of the men didn't believe their fate was sealed before, they came to realize it once they saw the drones charge the unnatural orgy.

All the hot, nasty sex on screen was too much for the CEO who had stripped naked and was about to slide down Megalo-Mace's 18" dick. "STOP!!" cried out one of the scientists. "Sir, without the condom, the creature would inseminate you with one of its spermatophores, and you'd be one of its drones," the man pointed out. "Whoa...I don't

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know what came over me. All of a sudden I just needed to be impaled by its big beautiful cock. You saved my life...which shouldn't have needed saving if you had its member sheathed at all times. So do your job and wrap that monster cock...NOW!!!" Baptiste ordered. Once the prick was properly dressed, the founder of the company slid his needy ass down the throbbing shaft and ground himself against the thrusting hips as the events unfolded on the monitor.

The gang of 8 drones attacked with perfect precision taking out a dozen EZs with lightning-quick neck-snaps. They then crippled the remaining horde and pulled the men free of their grasp...before brutally fucking the sluggish soldiers and breeding them with their special sauce. Some men tried to fight back, but the muscular drones were too much to handle. Baptiste shot a load nearly 10 feet as the soldiers spasmed and trembled through their initial transformation. Megalo-Mace also came several times as it watched its offspring successfully add to their numbers. The newly transformed drones quickly attacked the immobilized zombies to consume their tainted spunk to strengthen their newly beefed up bodies. Once they got what they needed from the undead, the drones quickly killed them. But before heading out to find new recruits, the band of 18 strengthened their bond with an intense orgy of their own.

Leaning back against the 420 lb behemoth's sweaty chest while still stuffed by its 5" thick cock, Nigel Baptiste was lost in a daydream of world domination. The drones more than doubled their number with ease and they would soon find more recruits. Now all he needed was a way to hijack Megalo-Mace's psionic link to its drones and that seemingly unstoppable army would be his to command. That very thought had the madman again grinding wildly on the jumbo shaft as he pinched and pulled on his nipples and jerked his curved cock. After cumming hard once more, he ordered his scientists to ramp up the efforts to tap into the mental link, eagerly offering to help them get all the spermatophore samples they needed from his pet.

The mutated former mercenary simply lay there staring at the arrogant little cum-dump. It was obvious to the one intern that saw it that the creature was planning something, but there was no way to know what. And since the intern despised the CEO for sacrificing some of his fellow employees to the monster, he decided to stay quiet and let it all play out. _____

When Chris finally awoke 15 hours later, it took him several minutes to remember where he was and what had transpired, because he was still pinned up against his bed, his ass in the air with a dead Beta EZ's cock still balls-deep in his hole. He barely had any strength left and he was desperate for something to drink. Still unable to move the creature the zombie-killer had only one choice. Opening his mouth wide he began to jerk his tender cock until he splattered his warm, salty cum towards his face, but only some of it landed in his mouth. He then tried to milk his own swollen pecs for man-milk stored inside. It took a few tries before he could properly aim the milky fountain into his mouth, wasting several ounces on his weary, cum-soaked face. Eventually he consumed enough of his own nipple nectar to have the strength to roll the creature off of and out of him before crawling to the kitchen for additional sustenance.

He sat on the kitchen floor for nearly an hour gorging himself on whatever he could find in the cabinets and fridge. Feeling a bit more energy start to flow through him once again, the hero pulled himself off of the floor and picked up the phone. The memories of the previous two attacks just kept playing out over and over in his mind and he started to get a bit overwhelmed by it all. In less than a day's time he had found himself moments away from death...twice. His confidence level was starting to fade, and for the first time in a long time he wasn't sure if he wanted to hunt zombies anymore. At first he tried to call his boyfriend, Colonel Austin Shepard who was still stationed in Brazil, but after being told that the colonel was on a classified mission, the hero called someone a bit closer to home. "Hey, it's me. I really need to talk to you. Give me a call when can. Thanks. Bye." After leaving the short message, he hobbled to the bathroom for a very long shower. His massive nutsack was making it hard to walk.

As the hot water caressed his battered body, he could only bring himself to stoke out a few loads. His flesh was still so tender that he just kept stopping himself, and even toweling off overwhelmed his senses. As exhausted as he was, he needed some help to drain his balls. Not knowing if his friends would want to help out a 'monster', Chris tried calling Joska since he got the distinct impression that the man was interested in him, but he was disappointed when

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the man failed to answer his phone. Not really wanting to go back out into the world but desperately needing human contact, the cautious hero got in his vehicle and headed to a place he knew there would be the kind of help he craved.

Still bewildered by Chris' latest zombie encounter and ecstatic admission, Albert Wesker found himself unusually nostalgic. He allowed himself to wonder what it would have been like if he and Chris had actually fucked all those years ago since he didn't always want to kill Chris. In fact, during his time as captain of the Alpha team he had spied on Chris in the showers several times but never allowed himself to act on his urges as it might get in the way of his other plans. Had he known how receptive the young team member would have been, Wesker was certain their relationship would have been a lot different...at least back then. Of course, none of that changed his current thinking, and he still wanted the vaunted hero dead at the end of some mammoth undead dick.

The other odd side-effect from his nostalgic thoughts was an renewed interest to experience an old fetish of his. Since he was still incredibly horny, he grabbed his coat and departed his compound. He had heard of a bar just outside one of the nearby safe zones where he could satisfy his current needs, and it was frequented by the kind of men who enjoyed living a more perilous existence. Plus, if later he felt it was necessary, Wesker was certain no one would miss them if he had to kill them all. _____

Colonel Austin Shepard was only a few hundred yards from his target's camp in the jungles of Colombia. He had been assigned the covert, black ops mission to eliminate a growing threat to his country and fellow servicemen. The man destined to be in his cross-hairs was General Goriega, a brutal Colombian drug lord who recently began a sex slave trafficking enterprise that focused on providing wealthy deviants with young, virile military men to be used and abused however they desired. He was inspired to start this business venture after seeing Chris Redfield mercilessly fucked on the now-defunct website, Zombifight. Realizing that there was an untapped market for helpless, muscle- bound studs, he shifted some of his capital to this new undertaking. Within weeks he sold over two dozen soldiers to various clients around the world, and the number of captives steadily grew from there. That was the reason Col. Shepard was closing in.

Unfortunately for the Air Force officer, his intel wasn't 100% reliable because he walked straight into a trap and was captured 100 yards from camp. Apparently the tip he received from a so-called concerned grandfather of a missing soldier was actually a man on Goriega's payroll, and the colonel was the real target the whole time. The general knew about his relationship with Chris, and the sadistic fucker was still desperate to own the studly hero ever since the failed attempt to capture and ship him and the sasquatch a while back [In the one-shot: Squatched]. Ever since then, the drug lord schemed of ways to either lure or kidnap the hero, but nothing worked. He even sent some men to the States to capture him, but they were lost to a zombie horde soon after they arrived. When he learned of the colonel's connection, he knew he had the perfect bait. Now all he had to do was set the trap.

"Colonel Shepard. So nice of you to join us," the stocky general said with a hearty laugh. Moving in close, the vicious guerrilla circled his captive and admired every sweaty inch of the man. "Now I can see why Chris is so enamored with you," he whispered in Austin's ear, grabbing the officer's crotch. "But will see how much he truly cares when he finds out you're in mortal danger. Hopefully for your sake he comes running. But if he does, he will be mine forever. As for you...there won't be much left to actually save once I've had my fun. Don't take it personally. It's just business. I mean what kind of human trafficker can I really be if I can't snag the one person I truly want." With that disturbing explanation, Col. Shepard was escorted to the general's tent. He was about to learn why the man was nicknamed General Gore.

In the corner of the large tent was a small cot, and on that cot was something that shocked the seasoned soldier. A naked man with no arms or legs lay there silently, staring back at him. His cock and nut-sack had been brutally disfigured, and the man's asshole was a gaping, sloppy cum-hole. "Name's Geiger, mate. So you must be the general's ace-in-the-hole to snag this Redfield chap. I feel sorry for you both. He's one sadistic bastard. Had all my limbs and a beauty of a 12-incher swaying between my legs when he first captured me...thanks to your man, by the way. At first he just raped me...over and over and over and over, but that wasn't enough for Gen. Gore. Then he started cutting me and burning me with his cigars. Soon he had my arms loped off. Then my legs...not sure if it was

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for fun or to make me an easier fuck-hole to control. Then his destroyed my precious cock. But thankfully, I believe my hell will finally come to an end. He's got you now, so hopefully he puts a bullet in my brain before nightfall."

"Quit being so dramatic, Geiger," the general said dismissively. "I may have this handsome new plaything, but you still have a use. You'll be good for morale as my men need something other than their fists to fuck. And don't worry, I'll give explicit orders that you are to remain alive for a very, very long time. But to show my appreciation for your continued service, I'll let you watch me plunder this sweet, firm ass until daybreak. You're welcome."

Without another word, the general tore the colonel's clothes from his body and left him standing naked, arms bound behind his back, while the stocky predator slowly peeled off his own uniform. Austin's eyes grew wide when he saw the drug lord's lengthy weapon. Swelling to over 14" long and 4.5" thick, the Air Force officer wondered if he could even take such a prick, but he would have several more minutes to worry about that because the general was first interested in exploring every inch of his 6' tall, 210-lb chiseled physique.

Rough hands and lips drifted over every inch of his flesh. His 9" long, 3" thick cock was brutishly manhandled, as were his hefty balls. It was clear that the general liked what he saw and groped. Forcing the colonel to his knees, Goriega tried his best to force the fat cockhead down the captive's throat, but he was just too thick. So instead he pec- fucked the man, making him lick every inch that slid by his face. Once his cock was coated in enough spit, it was time to ravage that achingly beautiful butt.

Forcing Austin's face to the dirty floor, with his ass up in the air, the general squatted behind the luscious glutes and prepared to dominate them. Geiger watched in amazement as his tormentor's massive meat slowly split the ass-cheeks apart. "N-N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" the colonel screamed over and over, begging the ruthless captor to pull out. But every blood-curdling scream only heightened the perverse experience for the psychopath. When he was finally balls-deep in the muscular stud, he leaned down taking a firm hold with both hands around the back of Austin's neck and delivered the most devastating fuck the poor colonel ever experienced...to that point in time. His ordeal was just getting started, and the general had incredible endurance.

Many hours later, while he lay flat on his back on the dirty tent floor, Colonel Shepard's bowels were once again flooded with the general's vile spunk. His beautiful body was bruised, bloodied and burned by cigars. But finally, the rapist needed a break. Pulling his spent cock from the aching hole, Gen. Gore exited the tent for some beer. He was looking to quench his thirst fast so he could resume his fun. As the resilient officer surveyed his surroundings, looking for a way out of his bindings, he couldn't help but realize that Chris was always in that type of depraved danger, and yet the man he loved never put his own safety first when it came to trying to saving the world. That realization helped the officer to focus on what needed to be done and not on what had been done to him.

"I can help you, mate, but you have to promise me something first," Geiger said softly. "Anything! I'll do anything, just please help me!" Austin muttered through his pain. "Promise you'll kill me." "What?!?" "Promise that you'll kill me before you escape. I can't live like this anymore. Please...promise me."

Austin looked deep into the disfigured man's eyes and saw true despair. The general had mutilated not only his body but his psyche as well. He rationalized that it would actually be merciful to end his pain and suffering, so he agreed. Geiger informed the colonel that Gen. Gore kept a collection of assorted knives and other blades in the foot-locker next to his bunk, and that the key was hanging from the bed frame. When asked why Goriega allowed him to know all this, the limbless captive pointed out that he had no way of utilizing that information for himself.

Scrambling to his feet, the colonel quickly located the key, unlocked the locker and found the knives. It took him less than a second to cut away his bindings, but when he looked deeper in the foot locker he saw something that made him smile. Several grenades were piled on one of the trays, and he knew he would be able to fight his way to freedom.

"I'm sorry but I've changed my mind, Geiger. I won't kill you..."

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"You fuckin' son-of-a-bitch!!" "Wait...wait. I said I won't kill you, but if you really want to die then I help you make that happen," Austin explained holding one of the grenades in his hand. "You can hold the grenade in your mouth and I'll pull the pin. If you really want to end it all, just spit out the grenade after I exit. If you change your mind, then I'll get you the best care possible." "Put the gawddamn grenade in my mouth and let's end this shit!"

No sooner did the colonel insert the grenade and pull the pin then the general re-entered his tent. "What the fuck is this shit?!?!" he growled.

In a flash, Austin was tackling his captor to the ground and stabbing him in the abdomen numerous times while covering the Goriega's mouth with his free hand. As blood pooled around the drug lord, he uttered some words that truly terrified the officer. "I've already sent my best men...to deliver the ransom note. Once they have Chris....they are to contact me. If I don't respond...within 24 hours...their orders are....to kill him. If I can't have him...no one can....." With that, General Gore died.

Austin shot a panicked look towards Geiger and quickly pulled the grenade from his mouth, as if he wanted to discuss the latest development. "What the fuck, fly boy?!? You need to get moving!! Give me back the grenade and go...now!" Geiger hissed. With concern for Chris' safety flooding his mind, the colonel did as instructed and slipped out of the tent with a few more grenades. He had only gotten 20 yards away when the general's tent exploded. When his men came running, Colonel Austin Shepard tossed the remaining grenades throughout the camp. As he ran as fast as his weary legs could go towards his camouflaged jeep, huge explosions rocked the guerrilla camp in his wake.

His new mission was to get to Chris before the team of trained killers did or the love of his life would be lost to him forever. _____

Pulling up to the Donkey Punch, Chris started to second-guess his decision. He couldn't stop thinking about Austin and how much he missed the man, but when his hugely swollen balls started to ache again he knew what needed to be done. He walked in and headed straight to the backroom of the bar without looking around to see who was there, because it didn't matter. The back room was poorly lit on purpose with a 10'x10' open floor area that was adjacent to three stalls. Chris immediately entered the right stall, dropped his shorts and slid his hardening cock through the glory-hole. It wasn't long before he felt an anonymous pair of lips glide along his shaft and then wrap around his girth.

One of the unspoken rules at the Donkey was that there was to be no talking while in the stalls. Silence was part of the appeal and even loud moaning was frowned upon. The only noises typically heard were soft panting or stifled grunts. It truly was a clandestine experience for all involved. It didn't take Chris long to feed the stranger, and then treated him to a couple of more loads before the cocksucker got up and left. Still needing to offload nearly a gallon more spunk, the hero stood by and waited for the next volunteer, and he didn't have to wait long. Stranger after stranger entered the middle stall, worked the rock-hard cock like a pro either with their lips or their ass. Nearly 90 minutes later, Chris ballsack was finally back to normal but a new need was quickly growing inside of him.

He had taken so much zombie cum during the latest attacks that his body was in desperate need for healthy cum. So when he stepped out of the side stall, he simply moved into the middle one. Before he could even drop to his knees, a fat eight-incher was waiting for him. Easily throating the throbbing meat, he wasted no time blowing the stranger's mind with his incredible oral talents. When that first batch of warm, salty seed splattered the back of his throat, the hero let out a slight sigh of relief before swallowing every drop down. He would only get two loads from the first dick before it slipped away, but he was quickly rewarded with two more, one from the right stall and one from the left.

Standing up and bending over, Chris was quickly impaled at both ends, that time by two huge, veiny black cocks.

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With each moving at their own pace, he just relaxed his throat and anus and allowed the pair to take ownership of both holes. Thirty minutes into the fun with sweat pouring off of his back, he seemed oddly energized by the proceedings. After numerous deposits from each rod, the hero was once again vacant of man-meat...only for as long as it took for the men to exit and other men to enter the stalls. After a while, he lost track of how many different pricks were pumping cum into him, but he didn't care. He was among the living and it made him feel oddly safe.

Hours later, just as he was about to leave, a 3" thick, 12" long dick slid into the left glory-hole. Seeing the pulsing member sway back and forth was almost hypnotic, and before he knew it, Chris had swallowed it whole. On the other side of the panel, Albert Wesker bit down on his lower lip and began to thrust his hips slightly as he enjoyed the accommodating gullet. For him, anonymous sex used to be the best. He hated the small talk or the other's need to cuddle. And when he first experienced the unencumbered pleasures of glory-holes, he knew he had found his outlet for his pent up sexual need since they allowed him to cum and go as he pleased. He only stopped using them once the zombie apocalypse was in full swing, but now he was rediscovering their benefits.

Chris was enjoying sucking on such a thick tool, so much so that it wasn't until a gob of precum dripped onto his ass that he realized their was another guy in the right stall waiting for a hole to fill. Shifting positions once again, the hero soon felt another big, black dick split his ass-cheeks wide. With two hot cocks filling him so completely, he went to work grinding his ass wildly and sucking with renewed intensity. And the two men responded in kind, thrusting hard into the eager holes. "Damn! I should just drag this guy back to my facility and make him my new fucktoy," Wesker thought to himself. "At the very least, I should have him train Billy on how to really suck a dick. Ohhh...shhhhit. I'm going to cum!" The veiled villain spasmed as he unknowingly pumped torrents of his spunk down his mortal enemy's throat, and the hero happily swallowed every drop of the sinister stranger's seed while taking gobs of cum up his ass.

The three men didn't stop there. Chris was on the receiving end of two more hot loads before spinning around and taking Wesker's big, throbbing dick up his ass and inhaling the glistening ebony shaft. And it was in that position where the madman unleashed a thrusting onslaught that nearly drove Chris insane. Feeling the moist, velvety chute grip his rock-hard rod, Wesker became captivated by the gifted hole and lost himself in the moment. The hero had to brace himself against the other panel once the pounding started because the massive cock was sliding in and out of him so fast and powerfully that his face would have been smashed against the partition. It was also a good thing that his hole was already so well lubed from the numerous other loads or he would have been fucked bloody and raw.

To his amazement, the guy fucking him never slowed down even as a tidal wave of spunk poured into his ass, and if it wasn't for the long dick down his throat, Chris was sure he'd be crying out in uncontrollable ecstasy. For Wesker, it had been a long time since he fucked a willing bottom and even longer since he found one that could withstand his power, and he would wear them both out before calling it quits. The bulbous cockhead tormented the hero's prostate so perfectly that it wasn't long before he went into frantic, hands-free orgasms. The growing crowd outside the stalls could hear his jets of spunk splatter onto the floor and panel, and it was really turning them all on.

Wesker railed Chris' hole for almost an hour non-stop, filling his nemesis with four more massive loads. But when he was done, he was done. Abruptly pulling out and stuffing his spent prick back into his pants, the would-be world conqueror exited the stall and headed towards the back door. "Hey blondie, how about you let me fuck you now," some random guy whispered to the passing madman. Wesker seethed at the arrogance and stupidity of the stranger, but just gave him a simple nod and kept on walking towards the door. Once outside, in a blur of movements, he punched a hole in the man's chest and tossed his body into a nearby dumpster before getting into his vehicle and departing the scene. As he drove off, he wondered what effect all his contaminated seed would have on the slutty stranger on the other side of the glory-hole, and a slight smile grew on his face.

Without the support of the stiff dick up his ass, Chris' weary legs gave out and he dropped to his knees...still sucking on the black beauty for one more load. He had stopped thinking about what he was doing long ago. He was on auto- pilot now, giving in to his physical urges for healthy cum. Chris was a slave to his body's alternating needs. One moment he had an overwhelming urge for zombie spunk and the next his body wanted to counteract that exposure with healthy cum. Nowadays it was rare for the hero not to feel the erotic pull one way or the other. And in the current moment, he simply wanted to drown on healthy nut-juice.

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Staggering out of the stall, the hero was surprised and excited by the size of the crowd, especially since that they were all naked. Inhaling the multitude of manly scents sent his body's cravings into overdrive and it released his intoxicating pheromones to the already-lustful crowd. Before long, Chris was buried underneath undulating man- flesh, stuffed to the gills with pulsing pricks and drillin' dicks. Scores of warm, sweaty bodies pressed against one another as blind hands groped, caressed and stroked whatever they touched. Holes were filled with cock, tongue, fingers or fists and sometimes by a combination of those. No cock was left abandoned with so many mouths and asses about. In fact, there were so many men involved that the orgy spilled out in to the main bar.

Soon Chris found himself sprawled out on a pool table with a hot, hairy stud riding his big prick while three others fucked his ass. Dropping his head backwards over the edge of the table, the hero sucked on every passing cock or ball-sack within reach. At one point the bar owner and his bouncers tried to move the spunk-coated spectacle to the back room again, but they eventually gave up and joined in. As the grunt-filled hours flew by, the men finally started to feel satiated and Chris' pheromones dissipated. In a final act of appreciation for the main attraction, the men surrounded the pool table, three men deep, where a weary Chris lay and began to jerk themselves off. Minutes later, the hero was showered with more than fifty creamy loads that covered him from head to toe. And as the last dribbling drop landed on his forehead, he drifted off to sleep, fully content and at peace.

Of course, the calm didn't last. A few hours later after the bar owner woke up in a dried puddle of cum he had his bouncers drag Chris out back and hosed him off with ice cold water. With the effects of the pheromones completely worn off, the man was pissed that his pool tables were ruined by gobs of dried spunk. He threw the hero's clothes outside before slamming the door shut and locking it. Once again outside and buck naked, the hero just shrugged his shoulders and headed towards his vehicle. The only soreness he felt now was from so much hot, manly sex, but he yearned for some quality sleep. _____

Linc struggled against his bindings, but his captor was very skilled in the art of bondage. The ropes that coiled around his body were not only precisely placed to keep him securely bound, but they were done so in an intricate pattern. When it was still alive, Pierce Lochlan had a major bondage fetish, even studying various techniques used in different cultures. Even now, as an intelligent, undead cum-guzzler, it quenched its need to see limbs and bodies wrapped in the cottony twine by securing its various victims in artistic positions around its penthouse.

The captive mercenary was bound face-up on the dining room table, of all places, with his arms and legs outstretched to each side, and his ass was positioned at the edge of the table for easy access. His ankles were secured to the table legs in line with his head, highlighting his flexibility since he was doing more than a full split. His arms were pinned under his legs with his wrists secured to the table legs in line with his ass. That kept his chest slightly pumped but also caused his lats to spread nicely. The ropes were also wrapped under and between his hairy pecs, around his neck and around his cock and ball-sack, keeping his rock-hard member pointing straight up. Though not tied too tight or in any way uncomfortable, Linc was going no where, and the fact that he was now the main course for a very hungry zombie made his situation even more desperate.

Looking around the expansive space, the merc counted at least 13 other naked men all tied up in unusual positions; some appearing a lot healthier/stronger than others. He watched as his captor strolled through its 'pantry', as it liked to call its penthouse apartment, to fondle its prey items. In order to maintain its cognitive abilities, the intelligent zombie had to consume a great deal of healthy spunk. And to make sure each menu item was ripe and ready to serve, Lochlan utilized mindless EZs to continually breed its captives. The intelligent zombie quickly learned that it had the ability to communicate with and command the mindless cocksuckers to do its biding. While it could have used this power to gain great power, its only goal was to have plenty of dick to feast upon. Only when it grew tired of a particular flavor did it allow the other zombies to feed on that man. Otherwise it simply used the undead fuckers until they wore themselves out and expired.

Lochlan also 'employed' an EZ variant of a Whopper zombie as its muscle and maid, which it referred to as Big Mack. The sloppy-fat zombie would toss the expired EZs over the balcony and if necessary kill any menu items trying to

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escape. That particular zombie also had one of the fattest cocks, measuring 7" wide at the tip and 10" wide at the base of its 15" long prick. It's basketball-sized nuts delivered nearly a gallon of spunk every time it came, but to be able to produce that much spunk it needed more than a man's seed. It needed the entire man. The Whopper EZ was similar to the Phageal EZ in that it had a very flexible and expandable mouth and throat which allowed it to consume a man whole, but it couldn't simply swallow the prey. And Linc was about to find out exactly how Big Mac managed to down a full grown man.

While a wretched corpse's cock railed him mercilessly, the mercenary took notice of one of the other captives. A tall red-haired man with a swimmer's build looked as if he were about to take his last breath. The man had been one of Lochlan's victims for nearly two months, surviving on only zombie spunk the entire time. His current bound position had him standing on one foot with his other ankle and both wrists tied to a wall-mounted ring above his head. The foot on the floor was tied to a lower ring while his cock was bound at its base to keep his veiny 9" shaft sticking straight out.

Lochlan approached the man and fondled him ruthlessly before stuffing his 16" thick dick balls deep and fucking his pale white ass one last time. After pumping him full of its tainted spunk, the zombie dropped to its knees and drained the swollen balls of his ginger goodness. It then stood and whispered in the nearly-dead stud's ear, "Looks like ginger is off the menu for a while." The man's eyes shot open and he begged the zombie not to do it, but Lochlan coldly shrugged his shoulders and called Big Mack over. "He's all yours."

After releasing the ginger from the ropes, Big Mack dropped him on the dining room table, on top of Linc's right limbs. The Whopper EZ then held both legs in the air and viciously rammed its monstrous cock fully inside. The ginger stud arched his back high off of the table as his screams filled the air. Big Mack pillaged the once firm, taut ass like a possessed demon, soon pumping in so much cum that the man's belly expanded within a few seconds. The super fat creature didn't stop there as it continued to rape the prey item until it came a second time. With that load, cum exploded from the ginger's mouth, and Lochlan was heard saying, "Dinner is served."

Big Mack pulled its spent prick from the decimated hole right before it stuffed the man's feet into its huge mouth. But unlike the Phageal EZ, the Whopper EZ couldn't just swallow the man as is. Instead, the beast bit down with its massive toothless jaws and crushed the ginger's bones, making him easier to slide down its throat. The man was delirious with pain at that point, both from the continual bone-breaking and the hyper swelling of his balls and pecs. And Linc was helpless to do anything but watch the poor captive slowly and brutally disappear into Big Mack's mouth.

When the blubberous beast got to the man's hips, it lifted him into the air, tilting its huge head back. Then along with gravity and more bone-crushing bites, the ginger descended into its ever-expanding belly. Its digestive juices were more potent than the Phageal EZ's, causing the munched man to to go into violent convulsions, spewing his seed non- stop...which only made Big Mack chew faster. By the time his entire body was consumed, he was in his final orgasmic death throes; the mega-beast's belly shaking wildly until it went calm. The ginger was not only dead, but he was gone. Completely consumed and soon to be digested. No trace of the man's body was left, and that shook Linc to his core.

"Don't worry stud. That won't happen to you for a long time...so long as you behave yourself, that is," Lochlan said calmly as it eased its fat dick up his cum-soaked hole. "And besides, if everything falls into place, I'll simply trade you for your delicious friend Chris. I have this sneaking suspicion that he gets off playing the hero." "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!! Leave him out of this!!" Linc growled. "Excellent. I wasn't even sure if there was an actual bond between you two or if you were just an anonymous fuck. Now I know...and that makes me very happy." With that new-found knowledge, Pierce Lochlan drilled the merc with torturous glee. Once done seeding the latest addition to its 'pantry', the intelligent zombie climbed atop the table, assuming the 69 position with its captive and dined on Linc's aching shaft for hours while allowing the new captive to satiate his hunger too.

Unbeknownst to the helpless mercenary, 25 stories below on the street in front of the high-rise, members of the Zombie Decimation Corp (ZDC) were searching for any sign of their missing comrade. Swag was desperate to locate

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his boyfriend and had enlisted his friends D-Line, Evan, Knox and Dane to help him with the search. Wendell was able to triangulate the signal coming from the missing merc's ear-piece (since he installed a traceable GPS signal in all the units after Chris' abduction by Kain). Unfortunately the signal went dead at that location. What they didn't know was that the ear-piece was still in the trunk of Lochlan's vehicle, which was in the underground parking structure.

With multiple buildings around them, the team tried to figure out there next move. At that same moment, one of Lochlan's meal-prep zombies expired mid-fuck, so it had Big Mack toss its rotting corpse over the railing. Just as the team moved off of the street, the zombie hit the asphalt at nearly 70 MPH and practically exploded. As undead blood and guts rained down on them, the men quickly turned there attention to Lochlan's building and headed towards the entrance. _____

Waking up in his own bed hours later, the hero felt oddly refreshed considering the grueling orgy he had just endured...and probably initiated. But with that rush of energy came the resolve to see his mission through. With the coordinates to the second hard drive in hand, he worked out the best itinerary to retrieve it and get back home as quickly as possible to help search for Linc...even if the Zombie Decimation Corps wanted him to stay out of it. But he knew his first responsibility was to the rest of the world and to the elimination of the zombie threat as a whole. His progress quickly came to a stand-still when he discovered his expense account had been frozen while trying to book a flight to Africa. He let out an audible grumble because he knew he would have to go to the local field office in order to resolve the matter...which meant he had to put on a suit.

"Chris Redfield to see Martin McGee," the hero said to the star-struck receptionist. His heroic exploits were known to many, but his erotic ones were known to even more these days. "Is he expecting you, Mr. Redfield?" she asked. "No, but I'm really hoping he'll make an exception since it is a matter of global security." After a quick call to the head accountant of the local BSAA regional office, the smitten, young receptionist escorted the hero inside, stealing not-so- subtle glances at his crotch and ass in his tight fitting pants.

"Marty! How are you doing these days?" he said as friendly as possible. He hated having to deal with corporate types since they typically looked down on the the field agents as if they were servants to the company. At least with Marty McGee he had a shot at a real conversation since the man was a field agent at one time until an accident forced him behind the desk. McGee used his book-smarts to quickly advance up the corporate ladder in an effort to help the field agents get whatever they needed in their fight against the undead. Chris hoped the man would come through for him once again.

"What brings you in from the wild, Chris?" McGee joked. "My expense account is frozen and I can't start my next mission without funding. What's going on, man?" "Sorry, Chris. But the board of directors made that decision. Apparently they view your mission against the sexual deviants as an embarrassment and want to put a stop to it once and for all." "Are you fucking kidding me, McGee? Do they have any idea how many men are being killed by these Ero- Zombies?" "I'm sorry Chris but there is nothing I can do," the accountant said trying to look away from the hero's impressive bulge. Chris hadn't donned his suit since his cock grew the extra couple of inches, and his pants strained to contain it's flaccid girth. "Oh...I get McGee. So that's how it's going to be, huh? Fine then. I'll play along." "Wh-what are you talking about, Chris?"

The hero didn't say another word. He just locked the office door and began to slowly strip out of his clothes. Sex had become such the norm for him that subconsciously he came to assumed that was the currency everyone valued the most. And while many would object, few would turn down that form of payment, especially from the zombie-killer.

"Chris...what are you doing? I can't...I can't help...y-y-y...Oh gaaawd," McGee groaned as the now naked hero pulled his swelling cock from his pants and inhaled it. The pudgy accountant just stared in disbelief as the muscle-bound stud slobbered over his equally pudgy eight-incher. Chris sucked long and slow on the throbbing meat while

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undressing his co-worker. Marty McGee had let himself go physically since the accident, now sporting 20 extra pounds, but underneath the flab was still a hint of muscle, giving him more of a portly physique. And while the desk jockey was dissatisfied with his own body, it was clear the field agent had no such issues with it because Chris was completely focused on giving McGee exactly what he thought he was after. Less than ten minutes later, the hero was swallowing a warm, hefty load of office spunk.

"Now about my expense account...," he said with a pervy grin. "Chris, I told you that it was the board of directors, not me..." "Playing hardball, eh? Ok, but I can be quite the negotiator myself, McGee."

Chris pushed the seated accountant's legs into his chest and buried his face between the doughy butt-cheeks. McGee held on to the armrest for dear life, biting down on his lower lip as the zombie-killer's tongue waged its war on his virgin-tight hole and tender perineum. After bringing the man to near hyperventilation, Chris moved to his knees and rubbed his twelve-inch prick against the soaked sphincter. "I hope you're ready McGee," he said with a twisted smile moments before increasing the pressure at the clenched back door. With his eyes as wide as saucers, the accountant just watched in pure disbelief as the massive shaft slowly pushed its way inside.

Marty McGee was a married man with two kids, but he had sent his family away to a safe zone early on in the outbreak. His wife's family came from money and had serious connections, but Marty was an honorable man and wanted to do his part to save the world. Unfortunately, along with that conviction and duty came long, lonely nights. Nights he spent watching some of the video clips of Chris' naughty exploits while zombie hunting...because as it turned out, McGee was bisexual. And although he had never been with a man, he desperately wanted to, and now he was being taken by the most virile of men that he knew of.

It took Chris several minutes of delicate thrusts before his co-worker was completely impaled. "Not bad, McGee. It looks like your ass was made for my dick." After flashing the hero a nervous smile, the accountant squeezed the armrests tightly and braced himself for what was to come. And Chris didn't disappoint. With a firm grip on the thick thighs, he slammed his celebrity cock hard into the once-unsullied man-hole and then proceeded to indoctrinate the newb to the ways of sweaty man-sex.

Chris fucked McGee's plump, willing ass for over an hour, filling his bowels with multiple loads of his thick, salty spunk. Marty came too, coating his own belly and nipples with his cream. Of course, Chris lapped up every drop and tried to coax out more. When he was sure the man could deny him no more, the hero pulled out, kissed him deeply and waited for the appropriate answer.

"Damn, Chris!! That was amazing!! I don't think I'll be able to walk right for a week." "And..." "And...your cock is incredible! It so fuckin' huge. I thought it was going to split me in two." "And..." "And Chris, I told you that I can't help you. I don't have the authorization to activate your expense account." "Fine. But after this, there had better be an increase in my funds," the hero said as he lay back on the floor and presented his glorious ass to McGee.

Knowing there was really nothing he could do but also realizing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the accountant quickly crawled on top of his co-worker and forced his over-eager cock deep inside. Feeling the velvety walls twitch along his length, McGee spasmed slightly before taking ownership of that hole...at least for the next 23 minutes. He knew that hundreds of cocks had breached the fleshy gate, but he couldn't believe just how tight that firm ass really was. It was the best hole he had ever stuck his dick inside of and he didn't want it to end, but the portly accountant wasn't accustomed to such sexual exploits and ran out of steam much sooner than he wanted.

Collapsing on top of the muscle stud, he just rested there inhaling the scent of his sweaty flesh, and for the first time he was truly grateful for the accident that put him behind the desk. Because had it never happened, he wouldn't be lying there that day on top of and inside of the hottest zombie killer in the world. "Don't be mad, Chris. I still can't

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change the status of your account. But I will give you the name of one of our financial backers that would be willing to fund your mission privately...just don't tell anybody how you found out about him. He's been at odds with the board of directors for some time now with regards to the response to the Ero-Zombie threat. So you might just be what he's looking for. But a word of caution. He can be a bit unpredictable...kind of like his older brother."

After giving McGee a 'thank you' fuck, Chris stuffed his spent cock back into his tight dress pants and left the accountant office and headed straight for Osborn Spencer's residence. Marty remained naked in his office, told the receptionist to hold all his calls and simply fondled himself for the rest of the afternoon while watching several videos of Chris' EZ encounters. _____

Chris was just a few miles from the Spencer estate when [POOM!! Vwomp vwomp vwomp vwomp...]. "GAWDDAMMIT!!!" he cursed, slamming on his breaks as his vehicle fishtailed due to the blown tire. Looking around before getting out to fix the flat, he didn't observe any activity. At least the blowout didn't drawn the attention of any hungry EZs. In an effort to remain presentable to Mr. Spencer, he stripped out of his dress clothes down to his boxers. Fifteen minutes later after changing the tire, as he wiped the sweat from his glistening body, he heard some movement just inside the treeline of the now-abandoned park. He had taken several steps towards the noise trying to ascertain what he was seeing, and when he finally realized what was moving he couldn't get back inside his vehicle fast enough.

A pack of mutated Ero-zombie dogs darted from the treeline and charged the nearly naked hero...all except for one. Though undead, these beasts' stalking prowess did not diminish in the least. While the group distracted their prey, the alpha moved in behind him for a sneak attack. As Chris spun around to head for the car door, the lead mutt pounced on top of him and took him down with ease. After shredding his boxers to pieces, the hero got a close up look at what he was up against.

Obviously it was of a canine breed prior to its mutation, but the creature barely resembled man's best friend in its current form. Hairless, toothless and clawless, the beast had a stout body like that of a Rottweiler but its head was the most disturbing thing about it...because it didn't appear to have a face. Fronting the head on top of its thick neck was a massive mouth that was split into four jawbones. At the end of each jaw section was some sort of olfactory gland the monsters used to track prey via scent, so it didn't need to see...nor was there an easy way to hide from these pack hunters. Inside the huge mouth was a lengthy tongue that whipped about, looking for something to slither around. And if all that wasn't bad enough, Chris also got a glimpse of its gigantic cock, complete with fat cock-knot.

Before he could even attempt to get on his feet, the huge mutated canine's face split open and the nightmarish mouth clamped down hard on Chris' head. Struggling to break free, he suddenly spasmed when its lengthy tongue shot down his throat and began to fill his gullet with its toxic saliva. Once the quarry was subdued by the alpha, the five other monstrosities moved in for a tasty meal.

All six deviant dogs had the same facial anomaly which not only made it easy to throat a prey item's cock but also maintain a firm hold on whatever was in their mouth. While three of them fed off his shaft and pecs the other three clamped down on his limbs or face and began to tug viciously on them as if trying to tear him apart. It was the perfect distraction technique to keep the hero from inhibiting their feeding. And it worked quite well, but when he had nothing left for the pack to ingest, Chris got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach...because each immense doggy- dick was oozing a stream of precum in eager anticipation of mounting his muscled ass.

Before the first undead canine attempted to breed him, the hero was grabbed by the face & arms and was dragged over a fallen tree trunk and held there. It was obvious that these Ero-mutts had done this before. As the precum smeared his defenseless hole, a warm tingle shot up his spine, which was quickly followed by the searing pain of having his anal ring stretched wide by a 4" thick cock and then even further by its 7" thick knot. With one powerful thrust, the undead beast had speared its prey with over 16" of muttish meat and then immediately unleashed a doggy drillin' that had the hero howling with agony.

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The only good thing about his ravaging was that it was quick. Less than 5 minutes after it started, it was over. Of course, he still had to deal with the other five, and they were all larger than the first. Nearly an hour later and the pack was ready to feast once more. With their prey's ball-sack and pecs amply swollen with more manly offerings, they dragged the hero onto his back and pounced. Unlike the typical EZ gang-bang, these creatures worked together to make sure the quarry was always restrained so that each one could feed; Chris never had a chance to fight back. And the other problem for the hero was that the Ero-mutts were only interested in fucking his ass, and never his throat. If he couldn't find a way to escape, there was a definite probability of dehydration setting in...soon.

With so much undead canine cum saturating his guts, the hero was growing concerned that he might transform into his own form of monster, but the seed was too different to initiate a transformation. It was however causing his current batches of spunk and man-milk to be highly desired by the pack, even to the point that they were becoming increasingly aggressive with each other. Besides fighting for position to chomp down on his aching cock, the mutts fought for the chance to fuck him too...which led to numerous double penetrations that nearly ripped the hero in two. Their growing competitive nature even led some of the beasts to eventually start throat fucking their prey quarry, with Chris getting a fat, bloodied lip from the repetitive impacts of the cock-knot.

It wasn't long before it was an all-out war for the slab of man-meat and Chris was literally caught in the middle. Each Ero-mutt tried to claim him as their own, clamping down on one of his body parts to drag him off, only to be pulled away by other mutts. He was yanked, jerked, dragged, trampled and tugged on for nearly 30 minutes before the alpha gained the upper hand on its own pack by snapping the neck of two of them. With a ferocious guttural hiss emanating from massive mouth as it stood over the war-torn prey, the top dog scared off its now former pack members and claimed Chris for its own.

Looking to continue feeding in peace, the huge mutt forced its 20" prick deep from behind, including the 9" thick knot, and then leaned down and swallowed the back of hero's head before lifting him off the ground. With the quarry firmly secured underneath it, the alpha Ero-mutt walked off victoriously towards its den; Chris' hands and feet dragging helplessly on the ground. When it reached the opening to its lair, it released its hold on the hero and pulled it cock from his ass. It then moved around him and nudged him onto his back before biting down on his face and backing into its den, slowly dragging the weakly-struggling zombie-killer inside.

Once inside, the beast wasted no time in devouring his cock again. Its toxic saliva had rendered him mostly docile but not catatonic. As he spasmed through orgasm after orgasm, the hero examined his new surroundings. The creature's lair was not a cave of any sort but rather nothing more than a huge pile of rubble; the remains of a small commercial building near the warehouse district, which was just on the other side of the park. He continued to look around for anything he could use as a weapon, especially when the beast crawled on top of him to suckle on his nipples. He was not looking forward to being its bitch again and was desperate to find a way to escape. Unfortunately he would have to endure several more breedings before his opportunity would come.

Hours later, after an especially animalistic fuck, the hero saw something that could save his life...or end it. In between each savage slam he noticed one particular beam in the wreckage that was precariously leaning against some other debris. And just beyond that beam was an opening leading to daylight. He surmised that if he could hit that beam just right, it and all the building wreckage it supported would come crashing down and either trap or kill the mutt. Or it would fall on him and crush him to death. Knowing that he was dead if he did nothing, the hero decided it was worth the risk.

Being on all fours when the massive mutt pulled its disgusting dick from his aching hole, Chris leap-frogged forward one hop before delivering a devastating mule kick into the creature's olfactory glands. Injuring the highly sensitive organ gave the hero the opening he needed and he lunged for the beam. His glancing blow was enough to dislodge it from the debris and everything started to crumble. Luckily his momentum carried his muscular mass past the collapsing wreckage. As he got up to run, he heard the beast let out a fierce growl, but he wasn't sure if it was from pain or anger that its prey had escaped. Chris didn't stop running until he reached the closest warehouse, and then not until he was inside one of its offices. Unarmed and exhausted with no way to call for help, he simply barricaded the door and hid in the closet until he felt rested enough to try and get back to his vehicle...which was through the park

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and passed an unknown number of hungry mouths and monstrous dicks.

Chris was awoken from his deep sleep by the sounds of gunfire, and unlike most people, he decided to run towards it. It was his fervent hope that whoever was doing the shooting would help him get to safety, but as he rounded the corner all hope dissipated. What he witnessed were two scrawny men firing wildly in total fear as they attempted to escape a behemoth of an Ero-Zombie. When the EZ caught them, it didn't fuck them or feed off of them. It just gave each one a quick investigative glance before callously snapping their spines...single-handedly, before tossing them aside like trash. When it did so, one of the guns landed only a few feet from the hero, and he did what any trained warrior would do. He picked it up and started firing.

Every single one of his shots nailed the monster, but nothing slowed it down. What Chris didn't know was that he had just engaged in battle with the Alpha EZ called the Tyrros. Standing 8' tall and as proportionally muscular as the hero himself, the Tyrros was an Eros virus-infected Tyrant variant. It's undead flesh was thick and tough as leather. It's cock was nearly 30" long and over 6" thick, but that wasn't its most dangerous weapon. Chris was about to learn what was.

When he ran out of bullets, the zombie-killer picked up a long steel pipe and charged the towering figure. He wasn't 100%, but he knew he couldn't run fast enough to escape this thing. So if he was going to die, then he'd die fighting. He succeeded in landing numerous blows with the pipe, but the zombie never slowed. Hell, it didn't even seem to register that Chris had done anything to it. On his final swing, the Tyrros grabbed the pipe and easily yanked it from his hands before tossing it aside. It then grabbed Chris around his waist and hoisted him in the air, pulling him close to his face. The monster sniffed his heaving, sweaty pecs and grunted once. Then without warning, it impaled the hero on its throbbing shaft.

"EEEEIIIIIIAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!!!!!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. That was all he could muster before feeling the zombie's hips grind against his ass cheeks. Fully staked on it mammoth meat, the hero was at the creature's mercy, and it had none. Unluckily for Chris, he had passed the zombie's test since it only fed off of the strongest males it could find. It had no desire for the cum of weaklings. Soon he was being lifted off and slammed back down on to the rigid member at an incredible pace. It was all he could do to keep himself from getting whiplash while his arms and legs flailed about like a rag doll's.

The monster savagely raped his ass at that horrendous pace for over an hour before finally pumping gallons of cum into his guts. So much erupted into him that Chris found himself spewing zombie spunk from his mouth. The EZ's seed was so potent that his balls and pecs swelled faster than ever before, and his belly was still bloated with more spunk his body had yet to process. He was sure that so much tainted cum would cause him to mutate into the muscle- bound menace he saw in that video, and he would have if not for all the Ero-mutt cum that saturated his bowels earlier. That earlier attack proved to be more devastating then he ever realized. His defeat was absolute, and Chris couldn't deny it any longer. There was nothing he could do to stop the Tyrros. It would use him and end him however it wanted to. Unfortunately for the hero, his death would not come quickly enough.

Expecting the creature to at least give his ass a break when it decided to feed, Chris was horrified to discover that it had alternate methods for feeding. While still fully impaled on it mighty prick, the zombie-killer's eyes widened as tentacles emerged from the zombie's mouth and descended over his cock and nipples. But it didn't stop there. Within the tentacles were smaller appendages that took the violation to a new level. The one at his cock slithered down his urethra, split in two and traveled all the way into his nut-sack. If that wasn't bad enough, the ones on his pecs burrowed into his nipples until they penetrated his milk glands. But that wasn't the worst of it for the fallen hero.

Trembling through the torturous feeding Chris felt something squirm out of the Alpha EZ's piss-slit. Similar to the Phageal EZ's cock, the Tyrros also had an urethral appendage, but it's was longer...much longer. It didn't ooze its cum from the tentacle like the Phageal's did. Instead, the Tyrros would resume brutally fucking its prey until gallons more spunk erupted from every slit in its appendage, further ravaging its prey's body. And since some of its spunk would end up in the victim's stomach, essentially feeding him, the zombie's quarry wouldn't succumb to dehydration. He would, however, typically die from cardiac arrest from the lengthy, non-stop assault on his entire being.

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Writhing uncontrollably on the end of the gargantuan prick, Chris watch in horror as his belly began to undulate and swell, but not from cum. The Tyrros' urethral appendage had traveled through his large intestine and was nearing the end of the small intestine. But it didn't stop there. Easily pushing its way into his stomach, Chris started to hyperventilate when he felt the tentacle slither up his throat, and tried to scream as the end of the appendage emerged from his mouth. Seeing its slimy tentacle glistening in the sun had aroused the creature and it renewed its assault on the hero's ass. While the girth of the main shaft continued to decimate it prey's hole, the zombie pulled the hero's face close and began to suck on its own tentacle. Moments later when a torrent of cum erupted form his mouth again, the Tyrros swallowed down mouthfuls of his own batch. It seemed the creature enjoyed the taste of its own seed too.

With its prey fully impaled and completely under its control, the Tyrros decided to find a place out of the sun to conclude the feast. Just steps from a nearby warehouse, the Alpha EZ stopped in its tracks when it heard the sound of a truck speeding up the road and then slamming on its brakes about fifty feet away. [BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!] "GET YOUR FILTHY COCK OUT OF MY FRIEND, YOU BASTARD!!!" Barry Burton ordered as he fired several more shots at the zombie's back. With a tremendous roar, the Tyrros spun around and began to advance towards the hero's longtime friend, with Chris still within its dickish hold.

Swaying on the end of the mammoth member, a look of total fear filled the hero's eyes when he saw what Barry was about to do. "Oh fuck, Barry! What are you thinking?!?!?" Chris Redfield thought to himself as his friend pulled an RPG from the truck, aimed it and fired. [VWOOOOSH!.............KABOOOOOM!!!!!]

To be continued...

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