In the last episode of BSAA Files, we are met by Chris Redfield who-in his search for the latest Bio-terrorist threat, finds himself heading to a remote part of Africa following a recent uproar of localized violence. Unbeknownst to Chris though, his friend and long-time partner Jill Valentine managed to survive the fall with Wesker.
That incident took place almost three years ago, and now we come to the conclusion of just what happened in Jill’s journey. Will she survive her ordeal, and break free from the latest installment of the serum that has robbed her of her humanity, turning her into a proverbial puppet?
We can only hope so.
*****
How long had she been in the same uniform? She felt tired, and her muscles were sore… possibly from the fall, or maybe from how many times Wesker slapped her around like she was some ragdoll and she never really had time to recover. Hell, Jill couldn’t even get her nostrils to flare as an involuntary reflex to catch if she smelled bad; hardly relevant compared to the rest of her problems, but when you’re robbed of almost every single action except for the act of thinking, it makes you notice those minute details that seemed oh so very precious to her right now.
Instead she had Fire and Brimstone hovering around her like a vulture, eyes wandering over her frame with that uncaring state of mind that pissed Jill off to no end. This woman was something beyond a pervert, and it was creeping her out, but the waiting was far worse.
Excella had other plans in mind for her fighting little vixen though, and part of her almost felt bad that Jill had no actual responses of her own outside of prudent programming and failsafe hardwiring. She WANTED to see the fear in Jill’s eyes, wanted to hear the panic in her voice, to see her struggle while she was forced to cope with the realization that she was bested by a woman far superior to her in every way imaginable.
“Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable Jill…” an alluring slur in the pronunciation of Jill’s name as a direct result of her accent. It added the contrast she so loved to use while influencing others, forcing her to get her way without a true show of power. Yes she felt bad about the circumstance, and being unable to savor these human responses, but watching Jill so casually stroll across the carpeted floor, and to the couch? Well that was just downright magical… a swelling of pride hit her, made her feel lightheaded. Jill sat, and even showed those improvised responses in her lax stature; left arm draped over the arm of the couch while the right neatly folded itself atop her lap.
She wanted to test just how effective this project was, and direct stimulation seemed to be the best route. With the same arrogance she always felt, she turned her back to a woman that was still her enemy, circling around the grand oak desk housed near the observation window. There was no chance of an interrupting audience, and the facility they were in housed only the most devout minds to Wesker’s grand scheme, which left her ample room to play… as she knew every other scientist did.
Some were disgusting in the most simplistic forms, and others just divulged with the live test subjects like this was a brothel, or a buffet line… Wesker knew how to persuade: with money and no borders. Excella had the same scruples, which was why she never publicly took over Tricell until her father was done molding it to her needs. She knew of morals and ethics but ignored them in spite. Her true skill was in Biology and Science, as well as office politics; she could convince a drowning man that he needs more water to drink.
Her arrogance was justified because of these traits, treating Jill like some leisurely guest as she settled in the leather office chair, taking a moment to bask in her latest triumph. Her legs crossed at the ankles, her designer heel bobbing at the end of her foot as she brought her hands together momentarily as some nostalgic internal reference. Slender digits of her right finally broke free, pulling her hair out from its bun so that the entire length could wash down the length of her body, settling just at the small of her back. “You really should be honored for this privilege Jill Valentine; you will hold great significance in the new world order being shaped under this very roof. You get to WATCH as we make all that was once impossible now possible, and if you live through this? Well the victory is just as sweet,” pushing herself to her feet as she started for a stray shelf stationed at the far left of the room; an illuminated cabinet with closed doors. Inside was a series of boxes and instruments, all which were obstructed from Jill’s view, and intentionally so.
What Excella wanted was a simple wooden box that she removed, closing the cabinet doors behind her as she practically floated across the precipice in those black designer heels, settling herself gracefully just next to Jill. So close… she was so close that she was more than certain Jill could feel her breath against the skin of her neck.
“Don’t worry about my tests Jill, your only requirement is to sit there and look pretty,” she said with a laugh as she carefully opened up the box with a soft snick of the clasp release. Inside was a collection of reflex testing equipment. Dare she say this was going to be fun?
That’s right! She already did…
Still Jill couldn’t see anything, but she could feel the goose bumps on her arms and down the length of her spine every time she felt Excella breathing on her neck. All she could see was a brief outline in her peripheral vision, and the empty space behind Excella’s desk where she originally sat at. Inside she wanted to at least clench her fists, but she felt her entire body hit a state of relaxation that even Jill wasn’t capable of pulling off with a bottle of liquor. Excella mentioned that the body responds to audible commands, but was the device on her chest already pre-set with a list of available ones that acted on impulse?
A small pin was produced, waved in front of her face as Excella’s words went unheard. All she knew was that she finally had the capacity to move her head, but once again it wasn’t her willing response… her body was simply looking down at her arm which Excella now held, fingers hanging loose in the confines of her fingerless gloves. Turned so that her palm faced up, Excella set the needle down long enough to remove the Velcro strap and slip the glove off with a careless toss. The needle was picked up again, and the center of Jill’s palm was jabbed with the tip of the needle, allowing the sharp end to remain in the skin.
Jill was yelling at the top of her lungs in that eggshell she was forced to live in, the sharp pain from it shooting straight through her nerves, and even causing an inward twitch of her fingers, followed by soft curling and uncurling of those same digits as the needle remained in place. Excella was now twisting the needle very slowly, and whatever she was seeing made her very happy because she pulled the tip out shortly after, and left Jill there, the center of her palm producing small drops of blood that were simply swabbed away.
Her facial expressions were alive! Excella could see the pain in her face, the twitch in her lips, and the slight resistance her arm gave. Eventually the stimuli being pumped into Jill’s system won out, but it was utterly wonderful to see her thrown into a state of helplessness. Perhaps this would be more enjoyable than she thought.
Another tool was brought out: the small hammer doctors use to pound against your knee cap to test your reflexes. Jill actually crossed her legs when she had a seat, showing that her own personality was still alive, even if her body was being an ass right now.
Jill really hoped that Excella wasn’t a doctor before this, because her bedside manners sucked worse than Chris’ cooking. She struck her knee hard enough to make her want to yelp, but all she was rewarded with was an outward kick of her right leg, and a momentary wince of pain that she felt etching her facial features. She struck again, and again came the same response. This couldn’t be the worst of it though, not with how eager Excella seemed to be in wanting to have her alone.
‘Me and my big freaking mouth…’ came to mind. A hand was resting on her knee, but she couldn’t look up from her palm which still had a small dab of blood from where she was stabbed. Excella cupped her chin and raised her gaze, at the same time giving a soft squeeze of her knee which brought a twitch from her leg that started around the thigh, and barely reached the bottom of her leg. Does she have to be so touchy?
Right, let’s stop making statements and asking questions that she knew were going to come true.
“Hrmmmm… well wasn’t that interesting.”
What? Well what’s interesting?
No answers, not like Excella was going to develop ESP any time soon. She did squeeze her knee again though, and this time with a little added pressure, sending another jolt through the lower half of her body, and a signal to her brain that made her want to yelp again.
“My my Jill, it seems I underestimated just how much fun I ‘AM’ going to have with you.”
Lying little bitch,
She felt her arm being raised again, but apparently that wasn’t a strong enough act because she was still looking forward as silently instructed to. With her arm raised just at shoulder level, she could see the rounded tip of the hammer rising up. Excella placed that rounded tip against her injured palm, squeezing against the small pinprick, and causing another wince. That wasn’t the end of it though; slowly she rolled that tip down the length of her arm, which was just odd until her thoughts were interrupted by the flaring of her nerves. She felt her arm trying to jerk away, and tried to intensify that feeling by WILLING herself to just pull from Excella’s grasp, which only enticed the device on her chest to come alive, causing pressure on her brain until the sensation subsided, and her body was docile again.
Excella was enjoying this. She could feel every jerk and tug, but it was only for about a handful of heartbeats before Jill became an obedient dog once more, allowing for her to bring the smooth, rounded tip of the reflex hammer along the length of her bicep, heading for the exposed underarm covered still in her BDU shirt. The response was automatic and controlled; on the outside Jill was still calm and poised, but little flaws here and there gave away the effects of the sensation, and as that smooth tip followed the curve of her underarm, a soft gasp could be heard from the recipient while her fingers clenched and unclenched involuntarily, her lips never moving more than a fraction of an inch, but the corners tugging and pulling before becoming bland in expression once more.
For fun, she brought the hammer along on another pass which caused a hitch in Jill’s breathing, though her eyes were still forward. The sensation was maddening, she knew because she had been tested with similar methods. Just not on the same project…
She lowered Jill’s arm, and carefully placed the hammer on the table right next to the needle which lay carefully on a sheet of tissue paper, Jill’s blood staining the very tip.
The next tool produced was a simple scalpel that was sharp enough to split an atom, but she didn’t need it for such nefarious reasons, she just used it like a seasoned surgeon, and while holding the top of her BDU shirt, she began cutting along the cloth which tore open as effortlessly as tissue.
Jill didn’t appreciate that, but seeing as she couldn’t voice her opinion, she just went with her sense of touch and ‘envisioned’ her shirt while it was sliced open from her left bicep, on up to her neckline. The collar was severed, leaving the cloth to hang off of her body, exposing the top half of her chest right down to the sports bra she was wearing. Excella stood, and soon she made another clean cut on the right side, and since Jill’s back was pressed against the plush cushion, only the front half dropped down like a ramp, exposing her from the neck on down to the bottom of her bra. She could even hear Excella gasp at the sight of what she considered to be pasty white skin. A little color would be nice, but apparently she was the only one that thought so… even Chris found it attractive.
Chris! Oh God he doesn’t even know that she is still alive. If he did, he would waste no time and spare no expense to save her. She didn’t enjoy relying on people in any way-shape-or form, but how she desperately begged for a rescuing right about now. Let this be some bad dream…
Slice.
The sides of her shirt were the next to be sliced open, making it easy for Excella to simply tug the stray articles away and leave her body from the waist up exposed. Should she be thankful that her modesty was at least relatively intact, because she sure as hell didn’t feel very thankful? Oh, let’s just add insult to injury though and remove her right glove next, tossing it up and into the air to be lost with her beloved shirt. She didn’t really much care for it in that way, but if it kept Excella from being that much closer to her, she would easily marry it.
With slow and precise movements, Excella grasped Jill’s wrists and pushed her arms off to the sides. The dress that she wore provided her with mobility enough that she easily straddled the woman’s waist, settling herself down as if on the lap of her lover.
Jill’s eyes gave nothing, but that would soon change would it not? She stared blankly at Excella even as her arms were raised up and above her head, spouting out the command “be a good girl and remain in this position,” like an afterthought. It was too comical! Excella covered her mouth and giggled ever so softly to herself as Jill gave the impression of a woman being held up in some cartoon series.
Such obedience, and it was all being recorded for later documentation of responses. Right, that’s why she had the camera installed in her office. Starting from the tops of Jill’s wrists, she let her nails do the work as they barely covered the skin, and began their quick journey once more down the length of her arms. Ah, now this was the response she was looking for!
Ever watch those horror movies where you have the hero strapped to a bench, all while the villain does unspeakable things to him/her? With all of the science and research put into this project, to turn a living human body into a simple drone, the one thing you could never take away was the human response to act. Griffith was stumbling onto something with his research, but the drones he created were completely void of a mentality of their own, with no feeling or urges needing to reach the surface. Right now it looked as if the drone Jill Valentine was fighting with the new programming, to try and clasp onto that humanity. Her expression was no longer blank, and she looked as if struggling to keep her arms raised, as if the command given was like binding shackles to her wrists. The best was her face; she looked confused, no real smile on her lips, but also no longer void of emotions or feelings.
She shouldn’t have been as pleased as she looked. Excella was the type of woman that Jill fought so hard against, and now she was quite literally the puppet master, with Jill the simple unwilling recipient to this sick game. She didn’t know what Excella had planned, but when the woman straddled her she almost felt like vomiting, just so sick to her stomach that she thought she might be granted a moment of freedom, if not to just spew split-pea soup right in the other woman’s smug face.
Jill didn’t know what she had planned, but that scraping of her nails was driving her up the wall! The further down her arms it got, the worse the sensation was, and inside she could quite literally hear herself giggling without question. Her lips were sealed, but she felt the grit of her teeth, the involuntary tugs and pulls. She urged the sensation on but it was no good, and she was heading back for her underarms too…
The realization came quick enough for her to feel that icy chill in her veins, and just as she put the pieces together to see that this woman meant to tickle her, her underarms were already targeted, and that giggling that was echoing in the back of her mind became full blown uncontrolled laughter. Her lips broke into a wide grin, her head barely twitching from left to right as her chin lowered, and her body was visibly trembling from the torso on up, unsure how much longer she could last.
She was cursing and swearing in the deep recesses of her mind, but it was incoherent even in there. As a teen, just before Raccoon City, she could recall her lover enjoying a good poke and squeeze of her sides, perhaps a small tickle of her feet. It was all in good fun so she hardly felt sore, but that didn’t stop her from questioning what it might feel like if she was ever forced to endure. Her body was a prison, filled with visions and thoughts that were her only friends. She had no control, and if this woman wanted, she would keep this up until Jill passed out or worse.
“Oh your skin feel’s so lovely I can’t stand it Jill! Such a shame you had to wind up on the other side of the coin, you would have enjoyed such pleasures with us unlike you’ve never experienced before,” Excella commented in jubilation at the memories. The device was doing its part to keep the woman obedient, but independence was trying to win out in the end, and Jill’s body was becoming alive with more than just idle twitches and wiggles. She wanted to be FREE! The grin on her lips was in full bloom, and every stroke of her fingernails elicited a whimper so deliciously pathetic, Excella felt she might get herself into an absolute tizzy.
As a child Excella was spoiled beyond the realms of rotten. With armed guards making up her entourage at the age of seven, she bore witness to bullies being beaten to a bloody mess, and bad men shot on sight. No daughter of the Gionne family would be pushed around and threatened. Well one of her favorite memories was with the life-sized Barbie dolls that she was given, and not just to play with, but to model in the latest fashion, and compare herself to the world-renown beauty queen. Ego was her friend from the very beginning, but never did she think she would receive such a gift as Jill Valentine to play with. She was a kid all over again! Giggling away merrily as her nails wiggled away recklessly against the vibrating skin of Jill’s hollows. There were no protests, and she wasn’t fighting back. She sat there like a doll, and endured all that Excella wished for her to endure.
Jill felt her lips finally open for the first time in only God knows how long. She was still whimpering and groaning like a dog in heat, but the machine attached to her could only do so much, and the body’s response to this tickling onslaught was rising to the surface. Her eyes never closed, which meant she had to watch in utter agony at the woman, watch her nails do their dirty work and make her brain scream like it was on fire! She was on fire, she was tortured, and she was going insane… God why couldn’t Wesker just kill her when he had a chance! NO!
Excella’s hands were going lower, and another involuntary response kicked in as Jill’s head lowered enough to watch what she was doing, her dancing fingers playing along the taut flesh of her stomach and along her sides, all while the skin pulsed and twitched violently under each stroke. Giggles began bubbling up from the surface of this endless pool, a noise that startled both Jill and Excella. Why, why did it have to be like this?
A hand reached along her waistline, and Excella took much pleasure out of digging her nails in rather fiendishly, causing a gasp before another raging torrent of unrepressed giggles left Jill’s lips. The look of panic had yet to reach her eyes, but if Excella really knew how horrible this was, then Jill feared it would just get the sick woman off even more… She was giggling on the outside, but the actual feeling elicited by her touch. How many times can one person use Agony in the same chapter?! She wanted to pull her arms down so bad, to protect her sides.
Her body finally responded, and her arms dropped down to protect her sides, curling around her stomach.
“I told you to do no such thing! Now retain your prior position,” Excella snapped, and like before, Jill’s body responded. This woman… how she fights and fights, but does she not understand that whatever she thinks is meaningless now? She belongs to a higher calling, and should be grateful for the chance to prove her worth.
Excella didn’t seem happy at all, her arrogance beaming as she barked her orders, but Jill wasn’t focused on that.
She gave a command, and her body obeyed. She told her body to do something and it did exactly what she instructed it to do… Was it a kink in the armor?
When Excella was tickling her near out of her mind, Jill felt the pressure of the device on her chest shoot through her entire body, but as it fought to control her physical actions, her mental shielding had gone down… she didn’t know this at first because she was so busy losing her mind, but her arms were raised up again. Excella had that look in her eyes as her hands began to slowly ascend towards her once more, and as this happened, she had a single thought…
‘Wiggle your middle finger…’
That incident took place almost three years ago, and now we come to the conclusion of just what happened in Jill’s journey. Will she survive her ordeal, and break free from the latest installment of the serum that has robbed her of her humanity, turning her into a proverbial puppet?
We can only hope so.
*****
How long had she been in the same uniform? She felt tired, and her muscles were sore… possibly from the fall, or maybe from how many times Wesker slapped her around like she was some ragdoll and she never really had time to recover. Hell, Jill couldn’t even get her nostrils to flare as an involuntary reflex to catch if she smelled bad; hardly relevant compared to the rest of her problems, but when you’re robbed of almost every single action except for the act of thinking, it makes you notice those minute details that seemed oh so very precious to her right now.
Instead she had Fire and Brimstone hovering around her like a vulture, eyes wandering over her frame with that uncaring state of mind that pissed Jill off to no end. This woman was something beyond a pervert, and it was creeping her out, but the waiting was far worse.
Excella had other plans in mind for her fighting little vixen though, and part of her almost felt bad that Jill had no actual responses of her own outside of prudent programming and failsafe hardwiring. She WANTED to see the fear in Jill’s eyes, wanted to hear the panic in her voice, to see her struggle while she was forced to cope with the realization that she was bested by a woman far superior to her in every way imaginable.
“Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable Jill…” an alluring slur in the pronunciation of Jill’s name as a direct result of her accent. It added the contrast she so loved to use while influencing others, forcing her to get her way without a true show of power. Yes she felt bad about the circumstance, and being unable to savor these human responses, but watching Jill so casually stroll across the carpeted floor, and to the couch? Well that was just downright magical… a swelling of pride hit her, made her feel lightheaded. Jill sat, and even showed those improvised responses in her lax stature; left arm draped over the arm of the couch while the right neatly folded itself atop her lap.
She wanted to test just how effective this project was, and direct stimulation seemed to be the best route. With the same arrogance she always felt, she turned her back to a woman that was still her enemy, circling around the grand oak desk housed near the observation window. There was no chance of an interrupting audience, and the facility they were in housed only the most devout minds to Wesker’s grand scheme, which left her ample room to play… as she knew every other scientist did.
Some were disgusting in the most simplistic forms, and others just divulged with the live test subjects like this was a brothel, or a buffet line… Wesker knew how to persuade: with money and no borders. Excella had the same scruples, which was why she never publicly took over Tricell until her father was done molding it to her needs. She knew of morals and ethics but ignored them in spite. Her true skill was in Biology and Science, as well as office politics; she could convince a drowning man that he needs more water to drink.
Her arrogance was justified because of these traits, treating Jill like some leisurely guest as she settled in the leather office chair, taking a moment to bask in her latest triumph. Her legs crossed at the ankles, her designer heel bobbing at the end of her foot as she brought her hands together momentarily as some nostalgic internal reference. Slender digits of her right finally broke free, pulling her hair out from its bun so that the entire length could wash down the length of her body, settling just at the small of her back. “You really should be honored for this privilege Jill Valentine; you will hold great significance in the new world order being shaped under this very roof. You get to WATCH as we make all that was once impossible now possible, and if you live through this? Well the victory is just as sweet,” pushing herself to her feet as she started for a stray shelf stationed at the far left of the room; an illuminated cabinet with closed doors. Inside was a series of boxes and instruments, all which were obstructed from Jill’s view, and intentionally so.
What Excella wanted was a simple wooden box that she removed, closing the cabinet doors behind her as she practically floated across the precipice in those black designer heels, settling herself gracefully just next to Jill. So close… she was so close that she was more than certain Jill could feel her breath against the skin of her neck.
“Don’t worry about my tests Jill, your only requirement is to sit there and look pretty,” she said with a laugh as she carefully opened up the box with a soft snick of the clasp release. Inside was a collection of reflex testing equipment. Dare she say this was going to be fun?
That’s right! She already did…
Still Jill couldn’t see anything, but she could feel the goose bumps on her arms and down the length of her spine every time she felt Excella breathing on her neck. All she could see was a brief outline in her peripheral vision, and the empty space behind Excella’s desk where she originally sat at. Inside she wanted to at least clench her fists, but she felt her entire body hit a state of relaxation that even Jill wasn’t capable of pulling off with a bottle of liquor. Excella mentioned that the body responds to audible commands, but was the device on her chest already pre-set with a list of available ones that acted on impulse?
A small pin was produced, waved in front of her face as Excella’s words went unheard. All she knew was that she finally had the capacity to move her head, but once again it wasn’t her willing response… her body was simply looking down at her arm which Excella now held, fingers hanging loose in the confines of her fingerless gloves. Turned so that her palm faced up, Excella set the needle down long enough to remove the Velcro strap and slip the glove off with a careless toss. The needle was picked up again, and the center of Jill’s palm was jabbed with the tip of the needle, allowing the sharp end to remain in the skin.
Jill was yelling at the top of her lungs in that eggshell she was forced to live in, the sharp pain from it shooting straight through her nerves, and even causing an inward twitch of her fingers, followed by soft curling and uncurling of those same digits as the needle remained in place. Excella was now twisting the needle very slowly, and whatever she was seeing made her very happy because she pulled the tip out shortly after, and left Jill there, the center of her palm producing small drops of blood that were simply swabbed away.
Her facial expressions were alive! Excella could see the pain in her face, the twitch in her lips, and the slight resistance her arm gave. Eventually the stimuli being pumped into Jill’s system won out, but it was utterly wonderful to see her thrown into a state of helplessness. Perhaps this would be more enjoyable than she thought.
Another tool was brought out: the small hammer doctors use to pound against your knee cap to test your reflexes. Jill actually crossed her legs when she had a seat, showing that her own personality was still alive, even if her body was being an ass right now.
Jill really hoped that Excella wasn’t a doctor before this, because her bedside manners sucked worse than Chris’ cooking. She struck her knee hard enough to make her want to yelp, but all she was rewarded with was an outward kick of her right leg, and a momentary wince of pain that she felt etching her facial features. She struck again, and again came the same response. This couldn’t be the worst of it though, not with how eager Excella seemed to be in wanting to have her alone.
‘Me and my big freaking mouth…’ came to mind. A hand was resting on her knee, but she couldn’t look up from her palm which still had a small dab of blood from where she was stabbed. Excella cupped her chin and raised her gaze, at the same time giving a soft squeeze of her knee which brought a twitch from her leg that started around the thigh, and barely reached the bottom of her leg. Does she have to be so touchy?
Right, let’s stop making statements and asking questions that she knew were going to come true.
“Hrmmmm… well wasn’t that interesting.”
What? Well what’s interesting?
No answers, not like Excella was going to develop ESP any time soon. She did squeeze her knee again though, and this time with a little added pressure, sending another jolt through the lower half of her body, and a signal to her brain that made her want to yelp again.
“My my Jill, it seems I underestimated just how much fun I ‘AM’ going to have with you.”
Lying little bitch,
She felt her arm being raised again, but apparently that wasn’t a strong enough act because she was still looking forward as silently instructed to. With her arm raised just at shoulder level, she could see the rounded tip of the hammer rising up. Excella placed that rounded tip against her injured palm, squeezing against the small pinprick, and causing another wince. That wasn’t the end of it though; slowly she rolled that tip down the length of her arm, which was just odd until her thoughts were interrupted by the flaring of her nerves. She felt her arm trying to jerk away, and tried to intensify that feeling by WILLING herself to just pull from Excella’s grasp, which only enticed the device on her chest to come alive, causing pressure on her brain until the sensation subsided, and her body was docile again.
Excella was enjoying this. She could feel every jerk and tug, but it was only for about a handful of heartbeats before Jill became an obedient dog once more, allowing for her to bring the smooth, rounded tip of the reflex hammer along the length of her bicep, heading for the exposed underarm covered still in her BDU shirt. The response was automatic and controlled; on the outside Jill was still calm and poised, but little flaws here and there gave away the effects of the sensation, and as that smooth tip followed the curve of her underarm, a soft gasp could be heard from the recipient while her fingers clenched and unclenched involuntarily, her lips never moving more than a fraction of an inch, but the corners tugging and pulling before becoming bland in expression once more.
For fun, she brought the hammer along on another pass which caused a hitch in Jill’s breathing, though her eyes were still forward. The sensation was maddening, she knew because she had been tested with similar methods. Just not on the same project…
She lowered Jill’s arm, and carefully placed the hammer on the table right next to the needle which lay carefully on a sheet of tissue paper, Jill’s blood staining the very tip.
The next tool produced was a simple scalpel that was sharp enough to split an atom, but she didn’t need it for such nefarious reasons, she just used it like a seasoned surgeon, and while holding the top of her BDU shirt, she began cutting along the cloth which tore open as effortlessly as tissue.
Jill didn’t appreciate that, but seeing as she couldn’t voice her opinion, she just went with her sense of touch and ‘envisioned’ her shirt while it was sliced open from her left bicep, on up to her neckline. The collar was severed, leaving the cloth to hang off of her body, exposing the top half of her chest right down to the sports bra she was wearing. Excella stood, and soon she made another clean cut on the right side, and since Jill’s back was pressed against the plush cushion, only the front half dropped down like a ramp, exposing her from the neck on down to the bottom of her bra. She could even hear Excella gasp at the sight of what she considered to be pasty white skin. A little color would be nice, but apparently she was the only one that thought so… even Chris found it attractive.
Chris! Oh God he doesn’t even know that she is still alive. If he did, he would waste no time and spare no expense to save her. She didn’t enjoy relying on people in any way-shape-or form, but how she desperately begged for a rescuing right about now. Let this be some bad dream…
Slice.
The sides of her shirt were the next to be sliced open, making it easy for Excella to simply tug the stray articles away and leave her body from the waist up exposed. Should she be thankful that her modesty was at least relatively intact, because she sure as hell didn’t feel very thankful? Oh, let’s just add insult to injury though and remove her right glove next, tossing it up and into the air to be lost with her beloved shirt. She didn’t really much care for it in that way, but if it kept Excella from being that much closer to her, she would easily marry it.
With slow and precise movements, Excella grasped Jill’s wrists and pushed her arms off to the sides. The dress that she wore provided her with mobility enough that she easily straddled the woman’s waist, settling herself down as if on the lap of her lover.
Jill’s eyes gave nothing, but that would soon change would it not? She stared blankly at Excella even as her arms were raised up and above her head, spouting out the command “be a good girl and remain in this position,” like an afterthought. It was too comical! Excella covered her mouth and giggled ever so softly to herself as Jill gave the impression of a woman being held up in some cartoon series.
Such obedience, and it was all being recorded for later documentation of responses. Right, that’s why she had the camera installed in her office. Starting from the tops of Jill’s wrists, she let her nails do the work as they barely covered the skin, and began their quick journey once more down the length of her arms. Ah, now this was the response she was looking for!
Ever watch those horror movies where you have the hero strapped to a bench, all while the villain does unspeakable things to him/her? With all of the science and research put into this project, to turn a living human body into a simple drone, the one thing you could never take away was the human response to act. Griffith was stumbling onto something with his research, but the drones he created were completely void of a mentality of their own, with no feeling or urges needing to reach the surface. Right now it looked as if the drone Jill Valentine was fighting with the new programming, to try and clasp onto that humanity. Her expression was no longer blank, and she looked as if struggling to keep her arms raised, as if the command given was like binding shackles to her wrists. The best was her face; she looked confused, no real smile on her lips, but also no longer void of emotions or feelings.
She shouldn’t have been as pleased as she looked. Excella was the type of woman that Jill fought so hard against, and now she was quite literally the puppet master, with Jill the simple unwilling recipient to this sick game. She didn’t know what Excella had planned, but when the woman straddled her she almost felt like vomiting, just so sick to her stomach that she thought she might be granted a moment of freedom, if not to just spew split-pea soup right in the other woman’s smug face.
Jill didn’t know what she had planned, but that scraping of her nails was driving her up the wall! The further down her arms it got, the worse the sensation was, and inside she could quite literally hear herself giggling without question. Her lips were sealed, but she felt the grit of her teeth, the involuntary tugs and pulls. She urged the sensation on but it was no good, and she was heading back for her underarms too…
The realization came quick enough for her to feel that icy chill in her veins, and just as she put the pieces together to see that this woman meant to tickle her, her underarms were already targeted, and that giggling that was echoing in the back of her mind became full blown uncontrolled laughter. Her lips broke into a wide grin, her head barely twitching from left to right as her chin lowered, and her body was visibly trembling from the torso on up, unsure how much longer she could last.
She was cursing and swearing in the deep recesses of her mind, but it was incoherent even in there. As a teen, just before Raccoon City, she could recall her lover enjoying a good poke and squeeze of her sides, perhaps a small tickle of her feet. It was all in good fun so she hardly felt sore, but that didn’t stop her from questioning what it might feel like if she was ever forced to endure. Her body was a prison, filled with visions and thoughts that were her only friends. She had no control, and if this woman wanted, she would keep this up until Jill passed out or worse.
“Oh your skin feel’s so lovely I can’t stand it Jill! Such a shame you had to wind up on the other side of the coin, you would have enjoyed such pleasures with us unlike you’ve never experienced before,” Excella commented in jubilation at the memories. The device was doing its part to keep the woman obedient, but independence was trying to win out in the end, and Jill’s body was becoming alive with more than just idle twitches and wiggles. She wanted to be FREE! The grin on her lips was in full bloom, and every stroke of her fingernails elicited a whimper so deliciously pathetic, Excella felt she might get herself into an absolute tizzy.
As a child Excella was spoiled beyond the realms of rotten. With armed guards making up her entourage at the age of seven, she bore witness to bullies being beaten to a bloody mess, and bad men shot on sight. No daughter of the Gionne family would be pushed around and threatened. Well one of her favorite memories was with the life-sized Barbie dolls that she was given, and not just to play with, but to model in the latest fashion, and compare herself to the world-renown beauty queen. Ego was her friend from the very beginning, but never did she think she would receive such a gift as Jill Valentine to play with. She was a kid all over again! Giggling away merrily as her nails wiggled away recklessly against the vibrating skin of Jill’s hollows. There were no protests, and she wasn’t fighting back. She sat there like a doll, and endured all that Excella wished for her to endure.
Jill felt her lips finally open for the first time in only God knows how long. She was still whimpering and groaning like a dog in heat, but the machine attached to her could only do so much, and the body’s response to this tickling onslaught was rising to the surface. Her eyes never closed, which meant she had to watch in utter agony at the woman, watch her nails do their dirty work and make her brain scream like it was on fire! She was on fire, she was tortured, and she was going insane… God why couldn’t Wesker just kill her when he had a chance! NO!
Excella’s hands were going lower, and another involuntary response kicked in as Jill’s head lowered enough to watch what she was doing, her dancing fingers playing along the taut flesh of her stomach and along her sides, all while the skin pulsed and twitched violently under each stroke. Giggles began bubbling up from the surface of this endless pool, a noise that startled both Jill and Excella. Why, why did it have to be like this?
A hand reached along her waistline, and Excella took much pleasure out of digging her nails in rather fiendishly, causing a gasp before another raging torrent of unrepressed giggles left Jill’s lips. The look of panic had yet to reach her eyes, but if Excella really knew how horrible this was, then Jill feared it would just get the sick woman off even more… She was giggling on the outside, but the actual feeling elicited by her touch. How many times can one person use Agony in the same chapter?! She wanted to pull her arms down so bad, to protect her sides.
Her body finally responded, and her arms dropped down to protect her sides, curling around her stomach.
“I told you to do no such thing! Now retain your prior position,” Excella snapped, and like before, Jill’s body responded. This woman… how she fights and fights, but does she not understand that whatever she thinks is meaningless now? She belongs to a higher calling, and should be grateful for the chance to prove her worth.
Excella didn’t seem happy at all, her arrogance beaming as she barked her orders, but Jill wasn’t focused on that.
She gave a command, and her body obeyed. She told her body to do something and it did exactly what she instructed it to do… Was it a kink in the armor?
When Excella was tickling her near out of her mind, Jill felt the pressure of the device on her chest shoot through her entire body, but as it fought to control her physical actions, her mental shielding had gone down… she didn’t know this at first because she was so busy losing her mind, but her arms were raised up again. Excella had that look in her eyes as her hands began to slowly ascend towards her once more, and as this happened, she had a single thought…
‘Wiggle your middle finger…’
