Alright, so this one is going to be a bit different and does require a bit of setup to explain. This story was prompted to me by an anonymous commissioner (they know who they are and are a regular viewer of my content) who wanted to make a smutfic/lewdfic concerning two of their original characters set inside of the Resident Evil universe. Their characters have striking resemblances to both Pharah and Mercy from the game Overwatch in various ways. What they wanted to happen to both of these characters was them be involved in a gangbang in a club bathroom based upon the comic strip made by artist firolian with some minor creative liberties to make it a bit different from the comic rather than being a direct text copy of it. The commissioner wanted this for the Questionable Questing forum story they're working on, so, if any of you are from that site and are seeing that story here, I am allowed to repost it here as per the agreement them and I have. So, with that being said, let's get this show on the road.

Title: Resident Gangbang

Rating: Explicit M for lewdness.

Pairing(s): Technically none, but many males with two women.

Summary: Sarah finds a picture on her computer that makes her reminisce on her college days when she and her college rival were both fucked silly in a gangbang in a club bathroom. Such a memory excites her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Resident Evil belongs to Capcom and character resemblances belong to the appropriate rights holders.

WARNING: The following story contains lewd content that involves the following tags of content involving consenting, fictional adults: gangbang, free-use, bukkake, creampie, body writing, degradation, bondage, inhibition lowering via drugs/alcohol, borderline prostitution, slutty/whorish sex. If you are uncomfortable with any of these things, please skip to the next entry.

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Sarah Townsend, a researcher for the Umbrella Corporation, looked through files on her computer searching for something that she needed for her newest project, but for some reason the computer system's search feature just wasn't finding it, resulting in her having to search folder by folder for it. But then she came across an image with a file name that was very generic: 063119XX0230 followed by the file extension of JPG. Considering that this was in the Umbrella approved file system, it couldn't be malicious, and proceeded to open it.

The memories of the image started to flood into her as she let out an, "Oh my." Her lower lips moistened at the memory it held.

In the image were two women squatting with their legs bowed to show off their well-used fuck-holes dripping with an overflow of semen and their own female fluids while the rest of their skin was plastered in dried semen. They held hands – mostly to keep from falling over – as they held wine glasses with the other while putting up a peace symbol. Their tongues were held out as they showed off a recent deposit of fresh cum on them which dripped off and onto their chests. Written all of their bodies in marker were a plethora of demeaning words such as: slut, whore, pig, cum here, bitch tits, twist here, sex slave, public cum dumpster, fuck me, fill my holes, cum on me, feed me, slap my ass, pull my hair. On their thighs were a clutch of tally marks that numbered well above fifty each, but they were in a dead tie. On their earrings, nipples, belts, stockings, and even hair were tied off – and filled – condoms in many vibrant, neon colors that showed off just what sluts they were to all the patrons in that night.

In the image the girl to the right had platinum-blonde hair tied up in a – currently – messy ponytail and had very pale skin that had been barely kissed by the summer sun of the coastal collage they went to. The other girl was Sarah herself. Her skin was a sun-kissed bronze and her own hair let down with the exception of a single braid for one of her bangs.

Sarah remembered this day fondly; it was the day that she found out just how much she loved getting fucked by many men not caring who they were. Her hands wandered to her nipples and clit as she remembered that night in vivid detail.

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"You're going to Cloud 9?" Lena asked from her desk as she studied for an exam, what it was, Sarah couldn't remember what for. But she was nude minus a pair of thigh-length fuzzy socks which were her only source of warmth currently while Sarah had been dressed in a cocktail dress that hugged her curves and heels. "I hear that place is both the cleanest and scummiest place near campus. Be careful," she had said.

Lena worried too much. Sarah knew the place was good on their cocktails and wine which is why she selected it as her outing location for tonight. The bartender was kind enough, but the other clientele, Sarah could see what Lena meant by "scummiest." They leered at her, undressing her with their eyes. She didn't not like the attention, but it was the amount that got her both anxious yet excited at the same time. She was bisexual, and while she liked the company of women over men, she couldn't deny that she needed a good dicking and cream filling every once in a while.

It was thanks to Lena who got her to experience the finer things in life like sex and all its included "spices" that made it oh much more enjoyable, such as BDSM and just bondage overall. She loved the sensation of feeling helpless and at the (sexual) mercy of whoever she was with or inflicting it on others and feeling the satisfaction of absolute control over her partner's body. But the more Sarah looked into it, the more that being fucked in public, on display, while many men filled her holes with their meat and cream – sometimes while tied up and helpless – made her wet and horny. Just thinking about it now was getting her a little hot and bothered.

"Oh, it's you," a German-tinted voice stated pulling Sarah out of her musings. Before her stood one Merci Zünd, a Swiss biology doctoral candidate – if she were to finish her degree – at the same college as Sarah. She came from money, old money that was alleged to finance many of the wars in Europe for many generations which made them their hereditary fortune.

If one were to describe her body, it would be that of a marble carved statue representing the ancient Greek gods, both in skin tone and haughtiness. Her hair was held high with a ponytail holding a majority of her hair away to show off her soft neck and 'highborn' facial features. If there was any representative for 'aristocracy' present, it would be Merci.

"What brings you, miss high and mighty to a lowly club?" Sarah questioned with some bite.

Merci took a seat next to her, likely to intentionally start something to get her kicked out. "It's a free country, as you Americans say, is it not?"

Sarah grumbled as Merci took a seat next to her, clearly doing so to annoy her. They both flagged down the bartender who took their orders and returned with them. The two drank in silence as one drink became five.

"You are such a slut!" Sarah said with a slur, her drinks already affecting her.

"Me? What about you?" Merci slurred back just as drunk.

"No. No, I'm wearing a cocktail dress, you're wearing a dress that clearly shows that you're not wearing a bra! The men have been staring at your tits waiting for a nip slip!"

"That would make me sexier than you, yes?" Merci asked with a drunken grin.

"No!"

"Ladies, ladies!" the bartender said as he strolled up to the two. "There's no reason to fight," he continued as he tried to play peacemaker. "What if I told you that I knew of a way for you two to settle your little argument?"

They looked to him in interest. "Go on…" Sarah trailed.

The bartender smirked. "Why, it's your bare bodies, of course! Climb up on the bar and strip down and let's let my patrons decide which of you is the sexiest!" he excitedly suggested.

The two doctorate students looked to each other. Neither of them wanted to back down. There was a small voice in the back of their heads that said to not do it, that it was demeaning. The larger portion of their brains begged to have unknown men stare and lust after them.

Without warning, the two stand from their chairs and climb atop the bar while in heels. Sarah reached behind her and unzipped her dress and shrugged off the straps showing off her bra-contained bust before she shimmied her hips allowing the dress to fall away showing off a matching pair of panties. They were a velvet-red color with decorative lace embroidery. Merci did the same, but she only had to duck under two straps that crossed her chest to reveal her bare chest, nipples already starting to get erect from the colder air and from rubbing against the fabric of her dress. It fell away revealing a pair of somewhat plain panties.

The patrons, seeing this exciting commotion started to crowd around the bar and hooted and hollered. Encouraging them to go all the way. Sarah, not wanting to lose any ground, reached behind her back and released her breasts from bondage in one pinch of a clasp before shrugging off her bra. She leaned over and shook her ass and tits to their impromptu audience.

Not wanting to be outdone herself, Merci hooked her thumbs around the hem of her bottoms and slowly moved them down her long, pale legs as she squatted down to tease them. Her former covering now around her ankles, she stood up and stepped out of one hole and used her heel to flick it into the audience, which caused a small frenzy as patrons scrambled to get her discarded cloth. She struck a pose, allowing a glimpse at her completely bare loins that had a slight flush to them signaling that she was getting off a little bit on this.

Now, the patrons were looking at Sarah, seeing if she could up the ante and join her female companion enemy in the nude. The back of her head once more said no, but her body was telling her yes. Remembering the many pornos that she had seen in the short time of knowing Lena, she started to shimmy and shake as she lowered her panties to her ankles as she too squatted as she did. She removed them from her ankles and sling shotted them into the audience causing them too to join in a frenzy.

"Gents!" the bartender called out.

"These two, lovely minxes are competing with each other to see who is the sexiest between them!" There were catcalls and hoots. "Lovely lady number one!" he pointed to Sarah. She shook her larger tits as the jiggled from the movement and slapped her tighter ass. This got her cheers from one portion. "Alright, lovely lady number two!" he pointed to Merci. She tried to do the same but her tits didn't jiggle as much but her ass certainly did. This got another portion of the men to cheer. "Hmm, that sounded like a tie. One more time, let me hear you! Lady number one!" There were cheers. "Now number two!" The same number cheered. "It appears we have a tie!"

"But we need to know who is the sexiest!" Merci complained drunkenly as she squatted down, her ass sticking out to the patrons who got a good, close look at her puckering ass and wet slit.

"Yeah!" Sarah joined her, her bare mound and ass joining Merci's allowing the audience to get a close look at her own wet snatch.

"Well…" the bartender trailed.

"Yes?"

"There may be one way…"

Merci exclaims, "What?"

"No, I couldn't ask that of you two lovely ladies."

"What!?" the two exclaimed in unison.

"Well, we have ass men and we have tits men. Perhaps the way we break this tiebreaker is for you to service as many men as possible in the bathroom?"

The two looked to each other, daring the other to say 'no.' "How… will the winner be decided?" Sarah asks as she feels herself start to warm up, excited at this notion.

"Whoever takes the most loads in their holes without bowing out wins." Neither of the girls were bowing out currently. "So, are you in?"

The two looked to each other. "I'm not going to lose to you," Sarah says to Merci.

"Well, I'm not going to lose to you!" Merci spits back.

The bartender claps his hands. "Wonderful. If you lovely sluts would please follow this man here, he'll get you all set up. Be ready for the fucking of a lifetime."

The two girls left the counter and were led by a man into the bathroom. Just barely, Sarah could hear the bartender speaking to someone. "So, how did you get them like this?" a patron asked.

The bartender pulled out a vial of white tablets. "Bummed this off some pharmaceutical salesman who couldn't pay his tab. Says it's some kind of inhibition removing drug. Doesn't make you do a thing that you don't want to do, but you're too afraid to under normal conditions."

"You, uh, got a name?"

"Parasol or BiCell or something. Never got the name," he handwaved away. He grabbed a megaphone and announced. "Gentlemen! For tonight only a pair of fucktoys await you in the men's washroom! Have fun!"

Sarah and Merci find themselves in front of urinals. Despite being clean, they felt dirty just looking at them. "Bend over, asses out, legs spread," the man who escorted them ordered. This commanding nature aroused the two women as they got ready. The two leaned against the urinals, using the plumbing as a support as they presented their sexes wet and ready to be split open. Sarah turned around to see men already starting to drop their pants and at the door of the bathroom stood another man holding a bowl filled with condoms. "Don't worry, none of us want to catch a STI from your fleshlight pussies." She looked behind her to see that the man already had a neon green condom adorning his massive cock. Another man lined up behind Merci with a neon pink one on him. The two felt as the rubber-coated cocks waited at their slits, ready to go but didn't enter. "Let the fuck-off begin!" he announced.

With that minimum amount of warning, Sarah and Merci's tight, wet pussies were split open by the invading cocks. They both emitted moans of shocked pleasure. Neither woman were virgins, they had lost them years ago to various circumstances and people; but this felt like a new virginity was being broken symbolically. The men inside them didn't last long, as this wasn't a question of their endurance, but Sarah and Merci's. The two men grunted and filled the condoms with their hot seed, the warmth of which bled through the thin rubber and splashed against their wombs which begged to have it inside them despite being one tantalizing barrier away.

"That's one!" the man behind Sarah said as he withdrew from her, leaving her pussy wanting to be filled once more. He removed the used condom and tied it to her lone braid, the hot liquid inside with the stenches of her pussy and his cum wafting into her nose. She turned to look at Merci who had the used condom from her partner tied to her ponytail. "Next!"

No more than a second went by before she was filled to the brim again with cock and Merci joined her in expressing her arousal with moaning. This cycle repeated itself for how long, she couldn't tell. A man would penetrate her, would thrust anywhere from a few times to quite a few minutes, would take off the condom and tie it to her in some way before another man entered her. The men refined this process as while they tied off the used cum sack, a new man would enter them speeding it up and keeping the two on pace to orgasm. And orgasm they did. The two had to hold on to the plumbing in a death grip to keep from falling onto the ground.

Their legs locked up and pussies pulsated wanting to milk the current man inside them for every last drop despite their needy holes not getting filled by any cream at all. But they didn't let the two women rest at all as when the ones inside them were spent, new cocks entered them and got them up to orgasm again. And again. And again. It went to the point they felt like they were getting fucked stupid and couldn't stand anymore. They fell to their knees, Sarah had a full condom inside her from her recent partner that went flaccid before removing himself, the freshly deposited seed dripping onto the bathroom floor.

The man from before lifted Sarah's chin so she could see eye to eye with him. "It looks like you two are at a tie still," he stated. "And it looks like you both are about to bow out."

"No," Sarah let out between moans from her most recent orgasm.

"I will not lose to her," Merci added between her own pleasured breaths.

He smirked, "So, you want to keep going until one of you two wins?" They nodded. He turned to a man who looked like a bouncer-type. "You still have those cuffs?"

"I do," the bouncer replied.

"Bring them here." The man left and returned a minute later with two pairs of standard issue hand cuffs. He pointed to another, "Grab her and follow me." He proceeded to throw Sarah over in a fireman's carry and saw just how many men were behind waiting in line to fuck the two club sluts.

He set Sarah down on the lowered toilet lid in one of the stalls. Yet again, it was clean, but there was something about being nude in the other sex's bathroom that just felt so… dirty. He grabbed her legs and pushed them back so her pussy and ass were completely exposed. Her sloppy, wet hole was out in the open and spread wide as she was forced into a mating press. He wrapped her arms around her legs to hold them in place and placed her arms behind her head where there was a metal bar where he cuffed her to; the chain ran under the metal pole holding her in place with her legs in the air. He adjusted her breasts so they could be seen and played with.

The other man watched as Sarah was put in this tantalizingly lewd and humiliating pose. He nodded and proceeded to place Merci in the same pose. During the entire setup process, neither of the women resisted. They were scared, yet excited.

New patrons entered with condom covered cocks and proceeded to fuck them. Sarah's partner finished and instead of tying the condom to her hair, he proceeded to tie it to her erect nipple. The following man did the same to her other nipple when he was done. The process of going from patron to patron was made slower by the small amount of space allowed in the stalls, but the orgasms the women experienced weren't any less enjoyable. They found all new, creative ways to tie the used rubbers to them, such as on each of their toes and fingers. One even used Merci's necklace to tie the condoms to.

Eventually the man returned after their most recent fucking. "Unfortunately, girls. We're out of condoms and you two are at a dead tie again," he stated.

"No~," Merci moaned as she came down from her most recent orgasm.

"Come inside me! Blast my pussy with your baby batter!" Sarah begged. Her needy pussy had enough, it wanted men's seed directly inside her.

"Are you sure?" the man asked. "You could get pregnant."

"I don't care!" Merci exclaimed. Clearly, she too was getting off on this. "Make me a mother! I don't care who gets me pregnant!"

"Me too!" Sarah said.

The man smirked, "Well, it looks like the game's still on, boys!" The same man entered Sarah's stall and plunged his bare cock deep inside her. The difference was night and day. He leaned out and said to one of the men, "Hey, let the bartender know to announce these sluts are free-use and don't care if they get pregnant."

The man nodded and over the speakers the music dimmed slightly as the bartender came over the intercom. "Gentlemen! The sluts inside of the men's bathroom competing are taking fresh creampies. Fuck them as much as you want and fill them to the brim!"

There were cheers from inside the bar that signaled just how many men had shown up. The two slutty women, had they been a bit more coherent, would have theorized that the word had spread of free-use sluts that night whether it was by social media or word of mouth on campus.

Sarah felt this new excitement cause her well-used pussy to clench up. "Oh, you're tightening up?" the man asked balls deep in her. "Well, take my seed you little cumslut!" He proceeded to blast his hot, fresh cream deep inside her pussy – and due to her positioning – deep inside her womb. The searing, thick liquid stuck to her insides causing her to orgasm loudly and lewdly. He stayed deep in her until he was completely spent. "Well, we're going to need a new way to keep track of how many people you've serviced." He pulled out a Sharpie and drew a single line on her thigh for each condom that hung from her followed by another for the load he just deposited in her. "There we go!" He pulled out and the recent load was starting to drip out of her slowly. "Alright, gents! When you blast them outside or inside, tally mark on their thigh to keep count." He pulled out another marker and handed it to the man who just finished with Merci who did the same. Sarah's first creampie depositor then wrote an arrow pointing to her wide pussy with the words 'cum in here' written above it.

He stepped out after leaving the sharpie on the toilet paper dispenser. The next man wasted no time in plunging deep in to her depths, the crown of his cock digging out the last man's cum so he could deposit his own load. As he did, he left his own message in marker on her body before twisting her nipples which caused her to cum again leading him to deposit his load deep inside her.

Once done, he left a tally mark and left allowing the next man to come in and the process would begin anew. Her cock-sleeve leaked the overflowing semen into the toilet leaving a white-stained pool below her (that being if anyone cared to look).

Merci was no better off. She was having the time of her life getting filled to the brim and getting all sorts of writing placed on her. One of which being prominently displayed on her forehead of 'slutty cow.' When one man was done, his load, now on top of other loads deep inside her filling her womb and pussy to the brim from how many men she had been servicing leaked out from her used, open cunt.

Man after man entered the women and came inside them. Every so often someone would spray them in his seed, the hot, molten against their skin globules melting into them, the smell of semen filling their nostrils exciting them all the more. Some of the fresh ink that had been drawn onto their skin had smeared as the fresh semen washed over it.

Despite how brutalized their cum-holes were, how split open and gaping they were, how much cum they poured out from overflowing their pussies remained tight as they came repeatedly. Enjoying the humiliation of being used as living cock sleeves, as willing and wanting cum dumpsters for the most handsome men to the greasiest, grossest overweight men. It didn't matter if they had the longest of cocks or the fattest of choads, all that mattered was that they were cream filled and cumming happily because of it.

Every fresh deposit, whether it be left in their overflowing, cum lubricated pussies, on their semen soiled skin, or in their open and willing mouths which were ready to drink the men's baby batter caused them to cum again, and again, and again. Her excitement from being used, put on display, and treated like a living fleshlight excited her like no other. The two drunken on cum and orgasms begged for cock and to be filled with cum.

"Please, fuck me with your cock~!" Sarah moaned. "Cover me in your cum~!"

"Put a baby inside me~!" Merci moaned from the next stall over. "Fill me with your cream~!"

This egged the men on more. After all, who didn't like a willing hole who was happy to get pregnant if it were to happen to them? Those who had gone before returned with a renewed vigor and hard cocks ready to invade their waiting and willing holes. Despite how used they were, their pussies still milked each cock as if it were their first one that night as they came as well. This went on for hours.

Tally marks upon tally marks were added to their thighs. Dozens upon dozens of men each fucked the two sluts until they lost count. Luckily the tally marks would keep track. As the night went on for hours, more demeaning words were written on their skin, advertising just what whores they were.

'Slut' written on Sarah's forehead in bold faced print.

'Cum swallower' on Sarah's cheeks with arrows pointing to her open mouth.

'Twist me' between Merci's breasts pointing to her nipples which had hardened to glass cutting peaks with her own set of used condoms tied to them.

'Slap me' on Merci's ass cheeks which were red with the number of spankings she had taken and enjoyed with squeals of approval.

'Choke me' on Sarah's neck where marks were as she was suffocated briefly and came from it.

'Sex slave' split between the two words on each breast of Merci.

'Baby wanted, cum inside' written on Merci approximately where her womb would be.

'Make me overflow' written on Sarah's pubic mons right above her clit pointing to both sides of her pussy lips.

'No entry' pointing to a circle and line through it drawn directly on their puckering anuses each.

'Pull my hair' on Merci's shoulders.

'Pig' on Merci's forehead right above 'Slutty cow.'

'Used meat' on Sarah's abdomen between where her womb and tunnel would connect.

'Sure to be pregnant' right above Sarah's womb.

'Pull me' written on the underside of her tit with an arrow pointing to one of Sarah's erect nipples.

'Owned by Cloud 9' written on both girls' left sides with 'Public slut' written on the other.

Finally, the crowd thinned out and the two girls were left to themselves, coming down from multiple orgasms, cum flowing out of them like a thick, lewd waterfall into the toilet below them.

"I have to thank you two," a man's voice said. Looking up, Sarah saw the bartender who was naked and had a fully erect cock, larger than any that she had taken tonight, proudly standing on display. "You gave me quite a lot of business tonight by being our public use sluts. I would have been here sooner, but money had to be made first." He pulled out a camera and took a picture of her completely vulnerable, used state. He walked over to Merci and did the same. "I'll need to keep these for later. But, for now, why don't I take part in the goods?"

He pressed down on her womb, the slow waterfall of cum became a gushing river as her 'lake of cum' rushed out of her used pussy which caused her to cum a little.

"Much better," he said as he positioned his head to her entrance. He pushed in and her pussy split open wider than it had that night, causing her to cum once more just from this single thrust alone. "Wow, for over a hundred guys' sloppy seconds, you're still virgin tight!" he praised as he started to move. "So, how did you like it?" he asked as he thrusted. "How'd you like being my public little slut?"

"I loved it~!" Sarah said as she rode her orgasm out while he still thrust inside her.

"Would you like to make a lot of money? Or maybe be a public slut full time for my bar? You'll make good money," he enticed her. However, she wasn't listening, she reveled in the sensation of her pussy being stretched to its limits. She felt like her pussy was going to split right open at the seams. "My God, you're tight!" he grunted as he came inside her.

Sarah came once more as her insides were plastered with a hot, fresh load of man cream deep inside her cunt and womb. Her eyes rolled back as she loved every sensation. All she could do was grunt, mewl, and moan in pleasure. Words were lost on her. He pulled out of her slowly, her moaning the entire time. When he pulled out, her pussy leaked like it had before as the massive, thick load leaked from her. Her hips thrust upward wanting the large cock back inside her.

"Oh, what a needly little slut," the bartender commented as he drank something and his cock returned to a rock-hard status. He walked over to Merci who was just as dazed and looked at the divider wondering what Sarah had just had done to her. "Hello, you. Now it's your turn." Her eyes were glued to the massive cock in front of her and wondered if it would even fit. But her pussy wanted it. She wanted his cum inside her. "Looks like you're just as needy," he observed.

He positioned his head at her entrance and thrust inside her in one go causing her to orgasm as well. She felt so full, so complete. Then, he started to move. She couldn't stop cumming as her womb was battered senseless from his cock.

"Jesus, you're just as tight as her," he grunted. He didn't last much longer as he too planted a massive load inside her causing her eyes to roll back as she came harder than before. When his balls had finished emptying their second load, he pulled out. Her hips thrusted up just like Sarah's wanting the large cock back inside her. He chuckled at the state of the two women. Completely spent, broken sluts.

He kept watch on them until they were conscious again and undid their cuffs allowing them to stand up for the first time in hours. They walked out into the bar and found that only the bartender was there. As they walked, they stepped on the used, filled condoms whose contents had long since gone cold and squished strangely as they walked back.

"Did you ladies have a good time?" he asked as he placed a drink in front of them both. They sat down, the accumulated fluids dripping onto the leather seat.

"Yes," Sarah breathed, heart still racing from the numerous orgasms.

"It was like nothing I've ever felt before," Merci added.

The bartender smiled, "I'm glad to hear it."

"Where is everyone?" Merci asked as she took a drink.

"Closing time, everyone's gone except for staff cleaning up." He then segued into the next topic, "I do have the final tally," the bartender said. Both women leaned in.

"Well?" Sarah asked.

"It was a tie."

Both of them deflated instantly, Merci placing her head on the bar itself. "All that work, all of it for nothing."

"Maybe it wasn't all for nothing," Sarah said. "I mean, we did enjoy ourselves."

"I suppose I didn't dislike this marathon of helpless sex."

"Aren't you two the least bit worried that you might get pregnant?" the bartender asks.

"Birth control," the nude pair say simultaneously.

"Maybe the two of you would like a souvenir of this night?" the bartender asked.

"Souvenir?"

"Yeah, a picture," he said as he rounded the bar. "Stand up, and squat down." They did and he positioned them to show off their dripping slits. He had them hold hands and display peace signs while holding on to cocktail glasses. He took one of the condoms from each of them and opened them up, pouring the contents into the glasses. "There we go. Two cum covered, cream filled, condom displaying cuties who became free-use toilets for the night." He stood in front of them and got the camera angle he was looking for, "Say 'slut!'"

"Slut!" the two said at the same time as the flash went off.

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Sarah came as her fingers got the right rhythm, she was looking for remembering that night. All the cocks. All the cum that was inside her and all the semen that had dried onto her skin. She had to get in a cab back to her dorm completely naked due to one or more of the patrons stealing her dress and undergarments. The same happened for Merci. The two may or may not have had a threesome with the driver for a free ride back to their dorms, a suggestion that they had brought up as payment, not the driver. The two, for some reason, kept the used condoms tied to them all the way until they were back in their dorms; and, by the time they returned it was sunrise and some students were already heading to the cafeteria for breakfast before morning classes.

It was a night to remember, and, if she was being completely honest, wouldn't mind doing it again. Perhaps hiring a few, strapping young men as… assistants may be in the works?

Any thoughts that she had were interrupted as she sat straight in her chair as there was a knock at her door.

She cleared her throat before announcing, "Come in!"

End.

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And with that, this lewdfic comes to a close. One difference between the copy that I gave to the commissioner and this one is two lines added near the end due to some feedback one something I didn't think I missed but did. So, that was corrected for my personal release. They were going to edit in their own comment on the same thing but in a different place in the story itself. As you may have been able to tell, the characters of Merci and Sarah are based on the Overwatch characters of Mercy and Pharah respectively both in appearance and in origin for the most part, it's just their destinies ended up differently (and Overwatch not existing, but semantics). I do not know if the commissioner will want me to explore more on these characters or his universe subset of Resident Evil they've created, but if I do, they'll likely eventually show up here after the exclusivity period has ended. Other than that, I don't have much else to say about this one.

See you in whatever I decide to put out next.