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"Where's Josie?"
"I don't know - but we gotta- oh no... OH NO!"
KRRRSH...
Her radio lost whatever signal it had.
Josie rubbed the bump on her head, as she picked herself off a pile of tires that broke her fall; her spine still hurting.
She remembered being knocked over a railing, and then everything went dark.
Josie ran her hand up between her vest and the PVC jacket she wore, feeling the bruise now forming and where the plate had separated in her armor. She was lucky, to say the least, while pulling herself up and off with a wobbliness, the distinct tire smell hitting her in a stronger wave, masking anything else as she made her way through an opening, underneath where she fell; which just left her with one thought now:
Where was her team?
Dark yet still visible, she listened while trailing her hand on a nearby wall, then followed her only lead: A small sound of... something. Like that of a quiet slurping.
Or kissing.
Josie's hand slid off, and now she couldn't see anything as she scrambled for her flashlight, thankful it wasn't broken.
Josie flashed her torch.
The bright white lit up their rotted visages and marble eyes, reflecting back at her like shining dots, as bodies of her team lay about being consumed in an undead made abattoir. Some were still leaned over consuming, as she saw a zombie chew up to the wedding band of a petrified hand, watching it crack its teeth on it - while others who had grown tired of eating, gawked for several moments her way, before their red sored and brown rotted jaws opened up with a groan.
The one closest to her got an earful of it, as she clobbered him with a nearby pipe; her sense of power immediately fleeting as she realised she was outnumbered.
Josie ran the other way.
Pushing through and out of breath, Josie slammed the metal double doors shut behind herself as she leaned on it, hoping to keep it closed. With pipe still in hand, she jammed it into the pair of handles, as the things on the other side started to bang on it; the sound of nails on metal like they were on chalk.
She took off, blind, unsure of where to go next, trying to wipe away what she saw in there from her mind's eye, before screaming out as she felt hands on her, but calmed down as soon as she realised who it was. Josie couldn't think of a better pair of arms to run into than Jill Valentine's. "Oh god Jill, it's horrible. My team, they're all... they're all dead!" She cried out, trying to hold back the tears, but she couldn't.
Jill ran her fingers through Josie's brown hair. "It's okay. It's just you and me now - and I need you more than ever."
Josie quieted down, trying not to let her feelings be known in this horrible situtation as to how she really felt about Jill. "So we're alone?"
"Looks like it." Jill surveyed the location, her eyes and slim neck like an owls as she readied her pistol; Josie tried to do the same, but inherently trusted Jill to do it on her behalf.
"Josie, we just need to get to the safe house and let them know we'll be at the extraction zone before-" They both turned at the sound of glass smashing. "... they find another way out." Jill tugged at Josie's arm. "Let's go." Josie moved like she was in a nightmare, her feet trudging. "Josie, come on! I'm not gonna drag you." Her words were firm but fair, as Jill hurried Josie along - but Josie paid the price for her hesitance, as she tripped. Pain shot through her foot and up her spine like a splinter as she misplaced her step, tumbling to the grass.
"Jill, go on without me. I can't... I can't." Josie just about gave up, before being yanked up into a cradled position in Jill's chest.
A part of Josie hated that she was being lugged around, another, possibly the stupidest part of her brain, liked that she was being lugged around like this, as close to Jill's heart as she had ever been. Josie's vision moved like a floating ghost, Jill's arms sturdy with every step, yet still an obvious strain on her face. Josie gushed over how strong Jill was for being able to carry Josie in her arms, but then remembered how small she was at 5'3. Jill carried her through without complaint; the forest blanketed with moonlight, a purple shade throughout, as trees above rustled. The hoots and howls of coyotes sounded downright friendly compared to what was at their backs. Josie got stressed out. "Jill, those things could probably smell their way here and find us and, and..."
Jill struggled, nearly tipping. "Enough of the optimism, Josie."
Josie kept her mouth shut for the rest of the way.
The double doors opened with a stiff kick, as Jill manuevered like she had a set of heavy groceries, backfooting it back closed, as she now moved with a limp towards the foyer stairs, placing down Josie with gentleness, their eyes meeting in a way that sent butterflies through Josie's stomach. "I'm sorry for being such a girl about all this, Jill..." Josie sounded like a high school teen, and not an experienced BSAA field agent.
"It's okay, Josie." Jill secured Josie in place on the worn, red carpet steps with the faded gold trim, then looked her way with reassurance. "It's why I like you."
Josie blushed as soon as Jill wasn't looking. "Look, I gotta get in contact with HQ." She tapped her thigh where it was holstered. "You'll be fine here - and I'll be the first to know if there's anything wrong." Jill rose, stepping down, and Josie reached up like a child wanting its mother, but Jill motioned with a gently raised hand, letting Josie know everything was gonna be alright.
In a nearly pitch black dining hall, Jill pulled something heavy covered by a potato sack out from underneath a table. Exposing it, Jill undid the latches on a camo fatigue colored box and rested the lid back with care.
A blank screen stared back, as Jill pulled on the generator, expecting it to start the first time.
It didn't.
Jill violently pulled on the cord in combination of frustration and worry, to no effect. Jill got to a point where it felt like she was gonna pull her arm out of the socket, before it finally chugged on, pumping away now; the smell of gasoline fumes now a positive in her books, as the green LED numbers confirmed its operational status.
On the black keyboard, she moved without error in her typing that they needed pick up and at what coordinates.
Jill waited. And waited. Did it even go through? She knew they were late by a couple hours after everything went to hell, but it never usually took this long. She jostled with the plastic antenna, as if that would make a huge impact on the delivery response back.
'72 HRS' the communicae back read, and Jill nearly swore, but kept it internal, looking out the doorway to Josie, not exactly excited to tell her the news.
Jill walked like she had rocks in her shoes. "Hey... Josie... your foot okay?"
She gave it a wiggle, then a wave. "My foots okay... I freaked out over nothing." Josie continued to beat herself up. "Now I understand why you never wanted me as a partner."
"That's..." Jill shifted some of her equipment on her belt. "Not the reason." Jill cleared her throat. "We're gonna be picked up in three days." Jill tried her best to rush through the bad news.
Josie sat up as a crack of thunder reverberated. "What!? This can't... they can't... no way!" Her hand twisted in a manic point towards the double doors. "Those things could be gaining on us as we speak, and they want to leave us here just because it's the weekend!?"
"I don't think it's because it's the weekend." Jill kept it cool like her icy blues. "We were already in restricted airspace when we came here. They probably just need to file for new clearance."
"But what if the zombies find us? What if my foot flares up!? Ooooh, Jill..." Josie's hands pulled on her face, exposing the red underneath her eyes.
"I know, I know... but at least we have eachother." The thought of them being alone stopped Josie's panicking. "And now that it's just us..." Jill swallowed regrettably. "We have enough supplies to last us till then-"
Jill turned on a dime, a noise from outside alerting them both. Josie reached for her weapon. She could take first watch. Jill had done so much for her already. "Hey Jill-"
"I got first watch." Jill seemed committed, weapon held to the frame of a vertical, rectangle shaped, window, as she stared out it like it were a ships porthole. Even if she was all serious business, Josie liked the way Jill leaned forward in her silver white, cargo fatigue jeans; her ass not as heart shaped as her own, but it had an appealing look as it swayed just a hint.
It was a good image to keep inside her head as she went to bed.
Josie sat in the women's locker room frozen with fear, as the woman of her dreams stood behind her, undressing.
Josie had been in love with Jill ever since she saw that massive shlong she had between her legs in the women's shower - she knew it was wrong to creep on Jill like this, but she couldn't help herself.
The giant cock snake of Jill's wagged carefree in the women's locker room, as Josie pretended to fumble with her shirt, watching it intently.
She waited a moment not to seem desperate, then basically ran in after Jill.
Water dripped down a rusty drain, as an endless seeming blue and white tiled world extended beyond where she could see; obscured by rising steam.
"Jill, where are you?" Josie knew she was here - she didn't know where, but she just knew the presence was there beyond where she could see.
Out from the fog, covered in droplets that fell down in streaks along her nearly ghostly white body, her tits bouncing about with every step, flopping in tandem with her dick. "Mmmpmph... does this feel like a dream?" Jill craned her head into Josie's space; a finger with a sharp nail pressed to Josie's chin, as she towered over the frightened young agent, before Jill stole a kiss. Jill put her weight on Josie, sending her into the porous shower wall. Pressing her sopping wet breasts into Josie's pair, their pink nipples danced together as they rubbed in tandem, almost too perfectly. Josie had been down this disappointing path before, but she always gave in.
They playfully wrestled for position, both their hands traveling with verve, their asses landing with squishy plumpness as they traded spots. Josie's hands on Jill's chin and neck, while Jill pawed at Josie's chest. Another roll, and Josie managed to end up on top, looking up to her one time mentor. Jill took the initiative, falling to her knees, as Josie felt a firm hold on her lower back, while Jill pried her apart by her right cheek, then the other. Josie felt her cheeks spread open wide, exposing everything to the now chilling air. It actually felt really nice to Josie, particularly as she anticipated Jill's touch.
Josie kicked open her own feet like she were a suspect of Jill's, as she felt a wandering finger make its way along her vulnerable form, sending goosebumps throughout her already cold body. The single finger pierced past her lips, sending Josie onto her tippy toes. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Will you do anything for me, Josie?" Jill's voice came throaty.
Her legs quaked as she felt another inch of that digit slip in. "Yes, Jill, yes!"
"Promise?"
Josie gushed. "Yes! I promise, Jill! Please!"
"Alright..." Jill whistled, which caught Josie off guard. Jill's voice then changed, becoming almost demonic. "Boys, Josie's open for business!" Josie realised what was happening: her virginal pair of pink holes were now exhibited to a bunch of horny men. Josie did her best to struggle out of the position, but Jill was too strong,
Cheers followed. "Thanks for this Jill, the boys really needed a morale booster." A distinct male voice stated coming up behind her, as did his-
"Kyaaaaaaaaa!" Josie awoke with a jump, startled, kicking away heavy feeling sheets in a desperate attempt to get the phantom off. 'What a nightmare!' She thought. Jill would never do that. Would she?
Josie giggled to herself. Of course she wouldn't. A stupid dream is just a stupid dream.
The door to her room burst open.
Jill, with expert trigger discipline, did a sweep around her makeshift bedroom in a loosely hanging tanktop, her breasts heavy with no bra in sight - and the thing that caught her eye the most; for within inside that frilly pair of solid white panties was a tight looking bulge that looked like it would do anything to escape its prison.
And she wanted to bake the cake with the nail file inside.
Josie licked her chops.
Jill relaxed up her weapon. "Is... everything okay?"
Josie hated admitting it. "Oh, it was just a stupid..." Josie raised the corner of her lip, looking like a dumb cat. "Sorry Jill, it was just a bad dream."
Jill posed with that pistol just above her pelvic bone, looking killer with her skinny built body. "Well... think about the good things in your life before bed - or don't eat the crackers with the cheese spread right before you snooze."
Jill left her, and Josie smiled as she tucked herself in. 'Y'know, that dream wasn't all bad.' Josie thought. After all, she did get to see a preview of what Jill was packing.
Josie slept snugly for awhile, until, once again, she was wrenched awake - but not because of a bad dream this time. Josie tried to move, only to ache, as she pressed her hand to her sternum; still stinging.
Then something faint caught her ear.
Something ghostly. Haunting.
Da da da da da, dun, da da dun...
Peaking her head through the doorframe, Josie followed through by stepping over rubble from the partially collapsed hallway roof, as the water ruined floor beneath her creaked in a worrying fashion, nearly obscuring the objective of the piano trail she was following. What was once a lustrious place, was now on death's door itself, as Josie avoided the caked stains that expanded out in broken rings. On top of sweeping the place, they... swept the place, with brooms, as cobwebs and other detritus had built up - but clearly it wasn't enough. Josie was sure nothing would ever be enough.
Past where she had been laid, a set of normally closed double doors were now open. "Hello?" The playing stopped, which seemed far worse than the piano making music. That had to be Jill... right?
*SHHHCK* *SHCK* A dancing fire moved in the dark, as a five armed candelabra received its lumens, before exposing the culprit in a warm orange glow.
Jill kept silent, as Josie approached slowly. "You smoke?"
"I don't." Jill looked over the gold lighter, before placing it back into her sidepack. "It was a gift from a friend."
"Why aren't you watching the door? Not that I'm complaining or could even pull rank. In fact, I'd even take over for you if that's what you'd want..." It didn't seem like Jill was listening, as Jill restarted her playing.
"They migrated right past this place. Maybe they saw something or someone."
Josie pointed. "I didn't know you played." Josie came into Jill's periphery, like an annoying bug that just landed on her nose; an itch she couldn't scratch.
"When you go to one of the best schools, you end up learning a lot of useless things." Jill responded with concentration; not wanting to admit it actually did come in handy once in her life.
Josie did her best not to seem like a total spaz, keeping her fidgeting down to a minimum; letting Jill's fine fingering expertise go silently admired.
As Jill finished her set, Josie mousily answered a question no one asked. "Gymnopédie."
"Hmmm?"
"Gymnopédie... the first one, right? That's what you were playing."
Jill liked that she knew. "That's good. Glad you came to watch."
"I thought you'd find me annoying... you know... you're so much older..." Josie swallowed back her words. "I mean, experienced."
"That's okay." Jill smiled, looking off somewhere, getting lost in thought, as she cradled her elbow, a limp wrist beneath her chin. "Guess I have been doing this for awhile, haven't I?"
"Yeah, and you're so cool!" Josie raised her curled finger to her chin, calming herself a little. "I mean, I've read all your files. All your operations. Even the old stuff when you were still with STARS, and before that when you-"
Jill put up her hand. "I get it." Miss Valentine seemed tired of the talking, going back to the piano, another one Josie knew. "Now this really takes me back." Jill tickled her fingers along the ivory.
Moonlight Sonata seemed approrpiate for the question she was about to ask. "You know I noticed something with your ops: You mainly like working with guys." Josie rested her funny-bone on the lid of the piano, opening her palm casually to Jill. "How come you've never wanted to work with me before?"
The piano playing came to a shrill *BRUNGING* end. "Is this really the time to be asking?"
"I nearly died, so airing out my grievances seems kinda important to me. Hell, even at the company Christmas party, you never say so much as a hi to me." She folded her arms. "So why, Jill?"
Jill tilted her head, hiding her face with the help of her cap's brim. "I'm not really good at expressing myself."
"Does that mean..." Josie's heart skipped.
Jill stood frozen, before giving a nod of her head after some hesitation.
"I've always wanted to ask you this." Josie conjoined her hands, her arms bunching up her chest in an attempt to make them seem bigger, as she took a deep breath. "Do you wanna... come up back to my room?"
Jill got serious again. "I don't think right now is good."
Josie snapped her finger. "You're right. You're right!" Her hands slapped at her sides. 'Way to go Josie, ya blew it.' She mentally chided herself, as she left not in a hurry, but at a brisk enough pace to both exit quickly but to not in a way that guilted Jill.
Jill's gloved fist ran up and down her engorging shaft at a lightning pace. Carrying around Josie was the closest she had ever been to her, and while she was rail thin, she was plump in just the right places. It took all of Jill's willpower to not just throw her down in the dirt and take her right there, even if there were zombies on their trail. Jill banged her head against the pillow she was resting on, before plucking off her hat from her head, then wiping her brow - and she turned down Josie's advances. What was her problem? It might even be their last night alive together. Why waste the opportunity you big idiot?
Josie tossed one way, then the other. Part of her wanted to apologize to Jill... but for what? She didn't know. Josie then heard steps, which sent her upwards; and the sight before her left her mouth gaping: Jill stood tall in the door frame, her balls and cock swollen, pink hued hanging heavy; hairless and creamy - Jill was everything Josie dreamed of in a woman. "Is that offer still standing?"
Josie threw off that thin sheet she called a blanket, and exposed the rest of the bed to Jill, making what little room she could in the single. "Jill-you-have-no-idea-how-much-I-" Josie was silenced by a single finger put to her lip by Jill, before Jill's slender fingers cradled Josie's chin, pinching her face in a way that popped open those girlish lips, as Jill's free hand took her fully masted, erect cock, and pushed it towards the awaiting Josie.
Coming at her in 3D, if she wasn't clasped in place, Josie might have shied away. Smelly and musky, Jill's cock had a particular sweaty sheen running up and down it, one that built up from spending the day without a decent way to bathe or shower. Josie didn't mind, as she was in the same situation.
Josie had an embarrassed, steamy, cat faced expression, looking upon the monster before her. Josie had some idea she was big, but nothing like this. Raising her arm, she compared her wrist; the circumference of the shenis complimented her already tiny looking wrist. With obvious heft, Josie hoisted it like it were a sandwich, the meat intimidating to say the least. Puckering up, Josie left timid kisses along the sticky pink knobhead, while looking up cow eyed at Jill, hoping it was good enough. Jill kept her angry lust to herself; this generation was always eager, but never could deliver. Jill prodded forward like an excitable animal, her 9-incher leaving Josie looking chipmunked, struggling to even accept the head.
That triggered something in her.
Guiding Josie's face, Jill unceremonously rammed herself down the throat of the girl, and turned her into a mess of gurgling, spittering, sputters. "GRG-GRGH-BLRGH" *sssssslorp* Just as quickly as the member entered, it slipped free; the sloppy meat bridge built of Josie's mouth and Jill's penis was now heavy with web strands of spit and precum. Josie's eyelashes flicked away tears, not believing Jill could be so rough.
Jill smirked down. "Ready?" Before Josie could give an affirmation, Jill forced it back down her gullet, treating Josie as nothing but a socket to plug her enormous prick. Jill relaxed, her neck going slack, appreciating the way those plush lips slid along her length. Josie thought Jill was trying to punish her, but this was anything but that for her. She loved Jill's aggressiveness, the look of Jill's weighty looking, cum filled balls; perfect skin without sag for a pair of baseballs. Josie's fingers traveled south, nearly using her long nails to tear through her black PVC leather to get to her naughty bits, rubbing herself even wetter than before.
Jill reeled, fishing herself from Josie's mouth, as she gave full throated strokes of her juicy looking penis. "I'm going to cum you little slut!" She snarled, as she unleashed white gobs across the face of the young upstart with the eager expression. Josie threw her mouth open like a willing teenage slut, her choppers a sparkling white, then staining with Jill's cum, which looked murky in comparison to Josie's teeth. Jill's ass clenched and tightened as she unloaded, before going back to their usual chubby, almost dumpy looking ways.
Josie swiped her finger across a gob of Jill's sperm that had landed on her face, examining it.
She thought that'd be it for tonight.
Jill lunged, bending over Josie, and gave her leather clad ass a stiff crack. "Turn around." Her voice came, almost robotic in its command. She was so cool! Josie rotated on the spot like an obedient bitch, pushing her butt up at Jill, her face smooshed into her pillow. Josie felt the material of her suit about to be pried apart by the horny Jill, so she was quick to unbuckle and undo the clasps that kept it up. Jill watched Josie's heavy rump practically fall out in a jiggle, and she couldn't help herself. Josie squealed in delight at the sound of Jill's thick shift landing on her ass with a meaty whap, inspiring Jill to take a hold of it, before thumping it down repeatedly; watching the flesh ripple in response.
Jill stroked herself in anticipation at the sight before her, almost willing to finish this way, as she lifted one of Josie's cushiony cheeks, checking out the spread. With a pair of pink entryways, it was hard for Jill to pick - but the moistened slit was begging for Jill, as she lined up her monster dong with it.
The initial thrust from Jill had Josie jump at the feeling of this thing trying to get into her most sensitive of areas. Planting her hands above her ass, Jill pulled Josie into herself, the tip pressing, penetrating Josie with a struggle. Josie's eyes hit the top of her head, as on intuition, she hugged the musty feeling and smelling pillow closer and closer to her chest, as Jill rocked against her body; the mighty stick Jill wielded plowing her insides.
Jill took a crouched position against Josie, almost like she were an animal standing on hind legs, hands on Josie's arching spine, as she beat her pleasure rod into that velvety set of pussy lips. Delivering hard stroke after hard stroke, which got several whines from Josie. "Don't pretend you're not enjoying this." Jill taunted, but Josie was enjoying it - as she cried with muffled delight as she bit into the pillow, moaning out an 'oh god' as Jill's pace picked up.
The heat of Josie's cunt made Jill feel like her cock was melt off. She wondered if her ass was as warm - but Jill couldn't think of the appealing parts of Josie, instead, trying to think of sports and statistics to keep herself from cumming early.
"Josie, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna-" With a final stab, Jill planted her pole deep inside Josie. Gritting, Jill stretched her neck and chin upwards, as she let out animal noises through her teeth, as she collapsed atop the back of her sexual protege.
Josie, dizzy from the sex and the smell, felt the full weight of Jill, and tried to wake her up. "Jill?"
Jill stirred. "Mmm?" Groggily, Jill retrieved herself dick from Josie, which left an unsatisfying gape in Josie. Craning her neck, she caught a glimpse of that still impressive limp dick, and all she could think of is how quickly Jill could get it up again.
Day 2
Jill whiffed along the slight brown overgrowth. "I can taste you." Jill whispered huskily, the warmth of her breath already tingling Josie, and she hadn't even felt Jill's tongue. Her toes twinkled, her body shivered, as Josie anticipated it.
Jill locked eyes with Josie, licking the reddening folds with unbreaking momentum; that sent Josie crazy, her inner thighs quaking. Her supple knees kept wanting to wrap around Jill's head, requiring all of Josie's willpower to push them back down. "Jill stop teasing, I need it!"
The corner of Jill's lip raised, as she exhaled smugly through her nose. Standing, Jill dropped it, and left it in a lump on Josie's stomach; her cock managing to cover the belly button of Josie. Josie nearly orgasmed at the feeling of it throbbing against her tummy, and did everything in her power to practically admit to Jill that she was her bitch, from her body language to the look in her eyes, her fists turning inward like paws akin to a kitten.
Jill folded her foreskin back, exposing the large swimming in precum head, slapping it about Josie's awaiting warm cave entrance, as Josie instinctively raised both her thighs. With a pierce, Jill watched herself slowly enter the girl. She thought it looked almost painful, as she saw herself disappear inch by inch, glad to be on the other side of this exchange. Hooking Josie by her thick thighs, Jill began with fast pumps, not afraid of damaging the goods.
Josie loved the way Jill's testicles slapped against her, always reminding her of her place beneath Jill. Jill admired her handiwork. Josie's long brown hair was now matted to her forehead; she had a wild eyed, crazy look, her tits flopping and bouncing. Josie was fucked beyond belief. Jill dove down, getting up close to the pepperoni sized areolas of Josie's, before gnashing her teeth onto one of the stiffened nipples, getting Josie to react with a silent scream, that Jill covered with a deep kiss. As Jill gripped the hands of Josie, which had been protecting her head, sending the younger girl's skull into the headboard with several bangs.
Jill's balls grew heavy, and Josie tightly wrapped her legs around Jill's body as she felt the warm seed explode deep within; their tongues lewdly wrestling in the open.
It took awhile for Jill get off her, as Josie sucked in her already slim body, trying to get a visual, as she spread her near crimson pussy lips to Jill, who loved the visual, as her semen ran runny between Josie's slickened inner thighs, ruining those bed sheets.
Day 3
In a tawdry nest of their lovemaking, Jill and Josie stared longingly at one another after Jill had pushed up another bed making it into a crude twin set; with subdued giggling going on, their hands unable to be kept to themselves. Josie was still sore, yet she wouldn't say no if Jill wanted to, and Jill's cock was nearly alarm red, but even she still wanted more. "Is there anything we haven't done?" Josie breathed.
Jill thought for a second, a wry smile forming. "Well..." Jill shifted, her eyes fluttering, as she pressed her hand to Josie's. "There is a hole of yours I haven't had..." Jill would have raised her eyebrows, but even she thought that was a bit much.
"You mean..." Josie mumbled, before springing up like she had seen a ghost. "Oh, no way. Not your - not that - it wouldn't fit!"
Jill just ran her fingers along Josie's wrist, looking her way.
Josie sighed. "Fiiiine."