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Good lord, the bullet must have torn straight through his left shoulder, even with his eyes closed he could feel the aching pain and inability to close his hand. Intense agony bit into him but Piers fought against the instinct to groan and instead peeled his eyes open, hoping that the lack of sound wouldn't alert his captors against his consciousness. Where was he? Hazel drifted open and he could feel from the way the gun shot was stiffening it had already been a few hours. The ceiling was tin, so some kind of shack, not a building per-say, and they'd dragged him downstairs so it wasn't in the same building, couldn't be. He knew that map and set of blueprints better than the person who built them probably, so where was he? Three hours since he'd said he would meet Chris, and he was... at the old butcher shop three blocks away from where he'd dropped. He could feel it too, they'd dragged him the entire way, no doubting that, should have left a decent blood trail if his team had gone back looking for him, but his back was refusing to react to his wants and his head was killing him. His other arm still worked thank goodness. Silently groping for the grip of his 9-0-9 he scoffed, finding it missing. Of course it was, no rifle, no side arm, no anything, they'd striped him of every weapon. There was no other sounds within this room though, none he could decipher, just that overbearing clod of footsteps moving back and forth outside the door. Why the hell hadn't they killed him? Why had they just locked him up in here?
Tipping his head silently from one side to the other, gathering what little information sight would give him, he grimaced, finding no one else inside the shack and peeling himself off the ground, clutching his shoulder with his good hand to help pry himself and gather himself over his feet. Six city blocks away from their rendezvous point, he could make that. If he had a shoulder capable of functioning properly and if he had the machine pistol he'd left back at HQ. Now he had nothing apart from hand to hand training, which was better than most, but not with half his body out of commission. Swallowing back his pain, his limbs stiff, Piers stepped to the door to examine it carefully, pressing his ear to it. Footsteps..., one person, two, maybe a third in the eastern corner. Lord his shoulder hurt, and blood loss was tiring him quickly, but with luck he could muster some speed. Breath Nivans, suck in some air, and go. The noise of the footfalls outside the door passed directly without, using weight to jam it open, into the back of whoever passed, pain lancing up his side as shouting immediately filled his senses, gripping the first J'avo by the back of its neck and slamming its head into the wall, crushing its skull into particles that ground against the wall, grabbing the machete from its limp hands. Twisting on his heel threw himself into the next, which had already lept, colliding with it and driving the machete into its bowels, before he felt the other weigh on his back, throwing him to the ground. Get up Piers! Adrenaline wasn't aiding him at all now, ribs, shoulder, collar bone, they were all seering with pain as weight dropped over him.
Fuck. "Get off me! I'll kill you!" Piers voice was hoarse, steely fingers clutching at his throat like a beast, but no less distracting than the pain surging through his upper body as the j'avo raked its clawed, mutated hand over the gunshot wound in his shoulder, cackling maniacally while its thumb punctured the fresh wound. White hot pain burned beneath his eyes, begging him to black out, anything but to remain conscious and feel that agonizing pain. Just fall asleep Piers. Clawing fingers tore away the ragged shirt beneath his flak jacket, forcing its claws past defenses and into the bullets track, pulling a scream from Piers as his face was pushed against the dead man beneath his weight. Ache poured into him and despite shoving back against whatever weight was on him, there was no way with his ribs and collar the mangled like they were to get free. Struggling to keep his composure he shoved back with futility, hands seeking the machete that was jammed up against his side, inside the other j'avo. Chris would hear it wouldn't he? The struggle? Chris would be the savior from these savages, it was hard to believe they were once normal people, harmless citizens, yet now they were infected. There was little to no humanity left in them, just instinctual rage and impulse, creatures who were like vultures as they opportunistically preyed upon him in his weakened condition, and the fuckers laughed. Ragged veined hands were shoving at him, driving their jagged, filthy nails deeper into his wound and it was all he could feel, all he could feel until his attention drew to the other hand found at his waist, breaking the utility belt in one pull and sending shattered pieces around them. It was struggling at his waist, pulling and yanking him until he was jarred completely off the dead man and smashed back down onto the concrete floor, yelping from the broken bones inside him grinding into his organs, threatening to puncture his lung, until his head lulled down enveloped in darkness.
Fingers were tearing, prying, pulling away the fabric of life that was left to him, as Piers eyes winced tight against the pain until he could no longer feel it, numbing his body to everything but the hands at his waist. Bare waist? No, no, no, no, there's no way,..., fight him back, please. Body, MOVE! "NOooooo! Not like this!" He couldn't see, but a creature known as Ruka-Khvatanje crouched behind him sinisterly. Unlike the other j'avos, this thing had undergone further mutation, what had once been the left arm of a human was replaced by an impossibly long, wide appendage, covered in an organic exoskeleton, the tip of the arm having three dextrous pinchers large enough to latch around a human head. It's heavy feet smacked against the floor as it crouched down to mount itself above the exposed, smooth ass of Piers, it's still humanoid penis filled with blood and prepped for penetration. He struggled not to panic, but an alarm raised as he felt a cock brush against the side of his butt. Grunting past dried lips, he heaved himself towards the nearby dead body which reeked of decomposition. Grasping desperately for the machete he knew had been nearby, his fingertips brushed over the handle just as two j'avos stood on either side of the Ruka, reaching down to dig their fingers into the flesh of Piers' ass cheeks, their nails biting into the flesh as they dug in hard, droplets of blood stung as they trickled down his cheeks to his thighs, and Piers gritted his teeth as his fingers frantically managed to grip the machete. Any feeling of victory was replaced with urgency as the hot, velvety tip of a cock was pressed hard against his puckered hole, like a battering ram against a gate. Huffing out an exhale even as it felt as if someone stabbed him in the ribs, using what energy he had left to lift the machete and twist himself at just the right ankle, and that machete was brought down swiftly, castrating the Ruka who meant to ruthlessly fuck him. A j'avo nearby reached to grab him by the wrist, twisting the arm behind his back hard enough that it broke his wrist bone as his hand trembled, his fingers held their grip for as long as they could until they shook, too much, the machete yanked from his hand.
Harsh voices were in the air above him as they communicated in a language he couldn't decipher. His ass was still splayed for the world to see by the two j'avos pulling his cheeks apart, but the Ruka rose from its crouched position and snarled as it's severed cock flopped to the floor underfoot, squirting blood from the exposed veins which had been filled. There was a pause as the j'avos held him in place, and even as blood and gore covered the inner thighs and ball sack of the Ruka, it's legs began to twitch violently as it's hips jutted forward. He attempted to look over his shoulder, but the fractured collarbone caused a surge of sharp pain as he moaned in frustration. There was no way to watch the horror that took place as the Ruka underwent further mutation. A bloody gash had been left where its cock once was, and the gash began to pulsate, exposed flesh quivering as the Ruka gave a gurgling noise. It's testicles were sucked up from the scrotum as they disappeared up into its body, a squishing sound as the Ruka's naked body trembled, bulging eyes flickering around like a madman. As if giving birth, blood spattered in every direction as mutated flesh sprouted from the gash, wriggling like a worm as it's girth increased, the mutant cock thicker than the human one before. Bulging barbs randomly grown had stuck out from the flesh of the newly grown 'cock,' the tips edged, yet the barbs cleverly shrunk down back into the cock as it stiffened and pointed forwards, directly towards the vulnerable ass of Piers. Squinting his eyes as his head hung, knowing at least that fuck of a creature would no longer know what it felt like to have a dick, right? Footfalls behind him were heard, the same heavy feet of the Ruka, and Piers attempted to smirk. Inhaling a shuddering breath as his body trembled briefly, the hands of the j'avos began to grope at the round flesh of his bleeding ass cheeks, a feeling of disgust before his eyes blinked and went wide. Behind Piers, the Ruka crouched once more and mounted above him, but this time, when the tip of it's dark, slimy cock met Piers' exposed asshole, it was so slick that there was no defense from the penetration, and his ass did indeed stretch open to unwillingly accommodate the invading girth of the cock which pushed into him, earning a growling sound of approval from the Ruka who breathed like a snarling beast above him, and his mouth gaped open in agony as that cock pushed up his tanned ass.
Fire surged through his lungs as his entire body went rigid, twitching inches of death creeping inside of him and drawing a scream of agony as the thick girth of the beast's cock shoved deep inside of his bowels. There was no pretense, only the mangled body beside him, staring at him with blank dead eyes, laughing at him while it's friends sloppy erection plunged into him, a sound escaping his lips before he told himself to shut the fuck up, the mutated meat was brushing against his sensitive prostate gland, and it caused a leg to twitch every now and then beneath the hulking Ruka. It was greedily pressing passed the tight, reddened ring of muscle burning and bleeding, penetrating deep inside him, pumping its squishing cock inside raised hips. Blood was already pouring from the wound in shoulder but he could feel nothing except the rigid, savage groaning and thrusting into his very gut. Filling his body with thick veined meat that pulsed with every thrust. He couldn't hear beyond the rushing in his ears as cracked nails clawed into his hip, tearing tissue and flesh to get as deep inside him as he could. His body was numb apart the feeling of disgust and shame, flesh sliding inside and out, penetrating his tight ring of muscles, tearing his body into pieces from the inside out, bucking its hips until the lewd slapping of flesh was the only thing he could hear. For a long while, that was the only sound that could be heard as the j'avos simply stared down at him with bulging eyes, unblinking.
Its cock began throbbing more furiously inside him, and Piers gave a sickened moan as he could feel every pulse from that cock within him, the Ruka groaning and laughing wildly with that maniacal howl over him, knowing the human body underneath him couldn't fight back, refusing even Piers' defeated pleas to get himself away. Those pleas had simply been drowned out by the slick sound of a cock fucking his own asshole and foreign hips and thighs slapping against his bloodstained ass. Just when it seemed that nothing could be worse, the Ruka's mutated cock suddenly sprouted out it's barbs, while it was buried to the base within his stretched asshole. Piers screamed, it was all he could do as the barbs stuck into the flesh inside of his ass, one particular barb nudging firmly against his prostate, and it caused his scream to trail off into a shaky moan, wanting to bite his own tongue off for letting out such a sound as the Ruka above him laughed once more.
Forcing its weight into the blade of his shoulder, the Ruka felt the human body beneath him go slack, knowing the soldier had finally passed out. Whether from blood loss or pain, it made no difference, it took advantage of the limp body, thrusting deeper inside the hot cavity of his abused body and humping the ass like a horny dog in desperation, the mutant happily took in that sense of victory over the soldier as it mercilessly fucked Piers' deep in the ass. The viruses of Umbrella had always created creatures that had a need, a certain ache to infect and procreate their own virus and this man's ass would do fine for this. Cackling out through its throat the beast over him, crammed itself deeper, moving faster and faster as the body beneath him shivered in pain. Babbling in whatever incoherent speech it knew how, it released the grip on Piers' shoulder and replaced it with the Ruka's pinchers gripping Piers by the back of his head, grinding his face into the ground until it pulled him back into its sick reality with another ragged gasp, his face scratched from the concrete his face had been ground into, and he howled in pain and a betrayal of his own body as his mouth let out a few series of almost pleased yelps as those damnable barbs of that cock scraped the inside of his ass raw. It's laughter was drawing others, clawing the fabric that still covered his back with the broken nails of it's one humanoid arm as it pumped itself close to climax, to turn this soldier into a breeder.
"CHriss!" His crackling voice was torn away, cut off as another j'avo gripped his hair, arching his head upwards enough while its pants were yanked down to its ankles, its rigid cock was bent slightly upwards as it bobbed in front of his face, and Piers had little fight in him as it force itself inside of his mouth the tip of that unclean cock pressed against the inside of his cheek, causing his cheek to bulge outwards, lips agape from the pain of the beast inside him began to swell, barbs digging deeper into the inside of his ass, choking off his scream with a cock stuffing itself against the back of his throat, swallowing noises followed from his throat as he reflexively tried adjusting to the j'avos dick, unintentionally squeezing down on it with his throat. Bile immediately threatened as he felt disgust surging through him, the veins along its length in his mouth throbbing until he bit down blood filling his cheeks as the beast pulled away briefly, before it began to mutate, its own cock growing a thicker, tougher epidermis as it healed itself, now discolored, it reached and gripped his head once more, this time its nails scraped down Piers' scalp, cutting into the flesh as blood would begin to move down the sides of his head. Stuffing its cock past Piers' pouted, bloody lips, it began to fuck the soldiers face, straight back down into his throat, forcing him to swallow his own bile and the j'avo's blood. Piers gagged even as his teeth bit down once more, but this time there was no use, there was no penetrating the skin around that cock, and so he could only give a slurping grunt as the j'avo pounded his face with it's crotch, his head held in place by the pinchers of the Ruka, and as the j'avo howled, it blew it's hot load right down his throat, not even giving him the opportunity to spit it back out, and his eyes watered, saliva dripping down his chin as he could only feel the seed being implanted into his gullet. After the j'avo was spent, it released its grip upon his head just before the Ruka still pounding him smashed his head back down against the concrete.
Above him, the mounted Ruka with the cock from hell continued to pound him into submission, his hips continued to thrust, laughing despite its partner's blood gushing from between Piers' teeth. Groggily, Piers could hear other j'avos barking in their foreign language between sadistic laughter, and the cock that had made Piers' ass it's home suddenly began to withdraw. Sputtering out a pathetic plea, as the cock was pulled back, it paused as the tip of the cock hovered over a certain point of interest; his prostate gland. Piers couldn't have possibly imagined the level of humiliation that would come next. As the Ruka pulled back, the engorged tip of it's cock began to tremble, the slit of the cock suddenly splitting open the tip of the cock in the shape of a toothless mouth. As the mutated cock opened its mouth, tiny tentacles flickered out as if they were tongues, and they danced around Piers' prostate, probing it. Piers blinked his eyes rapidly as one of his legs began to twitch right down to the foot and toes, gasping in a high tone as the feeling caused a tingling in his lower stomach. As the Ruka remained above him, patiently mounted, the cock slithered like a serpent while somehow remaining stiff, the tentacles retreating back into the open mouth at the tip of the cock which drooled pre-cum all around Piers' prostate. Without warning, the mouth of the tip of the Ruka's cock opened wider before it crammed itself against the prostate gland, furiously suckling against it as Piers shook his head furiously, opening his mouth to growl in anger, yet what came out instead was a ragged moan, his body betraying him and succumbing to the Ruka's mutant cock which sloppily tugged and sucked against his prostate. Piers' eyes watered more as he could feel his own cock stiffening from the stimulation. Each time his lips parted, cracked mumbling came out, broken ordinarily by gasps. It was too much to bear, the punishment against his body, the meat inside of him, and now the teasing of his prostate. His breathing rose to moans as he was moments away from spilling a load right between his knees.
Howling in amusement, the Ruka seemed to know how close Piers' was, as it's cock's split slit which opened as a mouth worked away inside of Piers' ass, and just as Piers was about to cum, the cock grew straight as it thrust deep inside his tight, quivering body, not bothering to stifle it's groan as the body went rigid, clinging his hips to him as Piers choked and spattered blood and vomit, crying out as the cock once more sprouted it's barbs as the cock was pushed as deeply into him as it could go, the mutated mouth at the tip of the Ruka's cock inside sent thick ropes of cum into him body, the seed had shot up his ass with more force than any normal cock could. Shaking underneath it as it finally released him, it kept its cock within the ass of the soldier beneath him as Piers body went slack, remaining that way as if reminding the soldier of his own defeat before the barbs retracted, the cock easily sliding out of his ass, allowing the slack body of Piers to fall, unconsciousness finally swallowing him.