Resident Evil: Searching for the Truth

Chapter 10 of my Resident Evil story, things take a sinister turn, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom.

Chapter 10: Captivity from Hell

The return of consciousness brought nothing but darkness; it took only seconds however for Lydia to realize why. She had been blindfolded; a length of cloth or some material had been tied over her eyes; she struggled; trying to remove and discovered she had been tied up too; tape had been wrapped around her wrists; ankles, thighs and torso. She was utterly helpless; she screamed desperately.

"MMMMMMMMMM!" Was all she could utter; as she realized that strips of tape also covered her mouth.

In her struggles she realized she was not alone; there were two other figures; each on either side of her. She knew instinctively that they were Cashmere and Shayla. She felt icy fear grip her heart; what was going to happen to them; what would they do her, to her friend, to her daughter. It was then she heard Francis Biggs dreaded voice.

"Ah good, they're all awake now." He remarked. "Take the blindfolds off."

She heard movement and hands on her head and then the blindfold was removed. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light; like her Cashmere and Shayla were bound and gagged, all three of them utterly helpless. They were in a building but the room seemed empty, save for a table and chair where Francis was sitting, observing them with an unsettling look in his eyes. Lydia glared back, determined not to show fear; Cashmere and Shayla did the same, although Shayla's eyes betrayed a flicker of the fear she truly felt.

Several of the men present also eyed the trio of females with hungry expressions. Francis stood up and walked over to them; he knelt in front of them and smirked widely.

"You two sluts have caused me more trouble than I thought possible. But now you're where you belong, being kept under control." He said savagely before turning his gaze to Shayla. "And this one; your daughter right. I can see the resemblance, very…pretty."

As he spoke he stroke Shayla's hair causing her to tense.

"Mmmmm!" She whimpered; trying to beg him to stop.

Lydia glared angrily. "MMMMM MMM MMMMM!" She shrieked; doing her best to defend her daughter.

Francis simply laughed and then, adding to their horror; he began stroking and molesting Shayla's bare legs, rather thoroughly. Shayla moaned into her gag, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Francis ran his hands all the way up, stopping exactly where her shorts began to cover her legs. He then laughed and shook his head.

"Such a shame; still a cute girl like you…might be useful." He said softly before turning his gaze to Lydia. "Your whore mother and the other slut however; now they are just perfect."

With that Lydia tensed as Francis' hands moved from her daughter's legs to her own.

The molestation continued; leaving Cashmere with a feeling of dread, as she knew she would be next. Shayla watched fearfully, tears in her eyes as her mother was subjected to this degrading treatment. Lydia glowered and refused to break her gaze from Francis, doing her best to ignore his hands as they groping and stroked their way along her calves, over her knees and onto her thighs. His hands stopped just at the hem of her dress; the sweater tied around her waist was gone she noticed, he then lowered his gaze from her, to stare down at his hands.

"Let's see…" He muttered; the men in the room all watched with glee. "Let's see just how much of a slut you are."

"MMMMMMMMM!" She shrieked loudly as his hands slid under the hem of her dress and began touching her further up.

Finally his hands reached the juncture of her legs and he pulled them away, only to push the hem of her dress up, exposing her black panties for everyone to see.

"Nice touch…Even better, considering this…"

She shrieked again, but was powerless as he reached down the front of her dress and before long her breasts were exposed to the whole room, due to her lack of a bra. Shayla cried, bowing her head; unable to comprehend her mother being treated like this. The men laughed and several made comments regarding Lydia's underwear and her bare breasts. Her face flushed scarlet but she refused to break down; she had to stay strong, for her daughter's sake.

Francis seemed satisfied with Lydia's humiliation and moved on to Cashmere. Cashmere glared and immediately began struggling.

"MMMM MMMMMMM MMMMM MM MMM MMM!" She screamed at him through her gag.

Francis just laughed and began groping her in much the same way he had Lydia, enjoying her struggles. Occasionally he would reach over and grope Lydia's breasts; sometimes he would invite one of the men standing at the side to grope her breasts too. Before long he soon had Cashmere in the same predicament as Lydia; the skirt of her dress hiked up, exposing purple lace panties and her breasts exposed to the open air; stretching and revealing a matching lace bra to the panties.

Francis stood up with a dark smirk on his face. "Well; this has been fun, but the boys are getting restless I see. So, we'll need you to entertain them sluts. Who do you want first boys, take a good look."

With that he signalled and Lydia and Cashmere found themselves forced to their feet and their panties pulled down their legs till it reached the tape around their thighs. They were forced to stand still while the men then examined them, both completely red-faced and humiliated.

Lydia and Cashmere stood, terrified, Shayla watched from her seat on the floor; also terrified. They could hear the men talking to each other and their comments.

"The older one's tits are much bigger, those babies are huge."

"Yeah, but did you see the ass on the younger one and she's got that perfect figure."

There were further comments like this however the men seemed to make up their mind and turned to face them. Before any protest could be made Lydia found herself forced to sit back down while Cashmere was grabbed and dragged out of the room, screaming into her gag the whole time.

Francis nodded. "Well; that settles that. They'll be back to have fun with you later; whore. Until then, you two make yourself comfortable."

With that he left, leaving them alone with one of the soldiers to guard them. Lydia frowned and immediately began struggling, the guard ignored her. She kept going, desperate to find some way to get free; she couldn't let things end like this, not now.

End of chapter, what's going to happen next, will Lydia get free, can they rescue Cashmere, wait and see. Read and review please :)