Resident Evil “T”
The group slowly headed forwards. Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield and Claire Redfield kept an eye out in all directions, as this city was a very dangerous place. The monsters that the Umbrella Inc. unleashed on the town were everywhere. Although each was armed with a handgun, they didn’t feel safe. They were running low on ammo, and those damned zombies took a lot of punishment before they died. Jill was especially scared, as she had been through this twice already.
The three of them entered the R.P.D. station, and looked around. The main hall appeared to be clear. “Why won’t these fuckers die, Chris?” Jill asked. Chris stared blankly at her, and she realized how stupid that question was. “This way,” he said, as he motioned towards the southwest door. They all hurried to it. After a series of hallways, they came to a long, twisted, narrow corridor. Chris led the way, with Jill and Claire following suit. Their guns were at attention, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. As they walked past a window, however, several zombie arms broke the glass, grabbing Jill and Claire. Chris aimed his Beretta, but couldn’t get a clear shot at the zombies. “CHRIS!!!! HELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!” screamed the two women, but Chris could do nothing about it. The two women were pulled right through the windows and into the street outside. Chris had no choice but to try to find a way around.
* * *
Jill and Claire were being dragged across the street, kicking and screaming, unable to defend themselves. Their guns had both been accidentally dropped when they were overtaken by the zombies. They thought the zombies would have already started to eat their flesh, but they hadn’t...yet. Instead, they were dragged into an abandoned warehouse across the street from the R.P.D. station. Several zombies waited inside, and when the two women were brought into the room, they immediately took action. The brain-dead bastards grabbed them, holding them tightly down on individual tables, so that they wouldn’t move. A few zombies clumsily hobbled over to the two women, and began to pull at their clothes. The super-strong zombies easily ripped their clothes off, and within seconds, the girls were totally naked. All the while the two of them are screaming for help, hoping that Chris would follow their voices and rescue them....
* * *
Chris ran through hallway after hallway, trying his damndest to find a way to Jill and Claire, but he had no such luck so far. He opened a heavy steel door, and an automated projector began to display imaged of the “T-Virus” in 1000X magnification. The individual strands resembled oddly shaped feathers. Then, a loud booming voice began to explain the virus. “This must have been created for new employees of Umbrella Inc.,” Chris thought. He decided that nothing in here was important for him to stop and look at, but as he turned to leave, he heard the loudspeaker say the word “tickle”. This stopped him, and he looked at the projector. The loudspeaker began its explanation:
“The T-Virus was originally created for bio-weapon experiments. However, after a catastrophic explosion at the initial testing grounds, the virus began to mutate. Currently, all infected victims do still become zombies, but not the flesh eating types that you may have heard of. Now, instead of eating humans, they tickle them. Only female humans have become victims thus far, but preliminary tests have yet to be concluded...concluded...concluded...” The machine began to skip, as it was broken. “Son of a bitch!” Chris thought..... “I have to find them...”
* * *
The screaming ladies, now totally naked, couldn’t understand why they hadn’t been killed yet. And what was taking Chris so long? Suddenly, Jill began to giggle between her screams of fear. Claire stopped screaming long enough to look at Jill to find out what the hell was so funny at a time like this. What she saw appalled her. Three zombies had began to tickle Jill’s feet. Claire’s eyes grew wide, and she now understood what they were being held down for. More zombies walked towards Jill and tickled her all over, her feet, underarms, ribs, knees, thighs, breasts, belly, hips, and---worst of all---her pussy. Jill’s occasional giggles had now turned to peals of laughter as the zombies tickled her entire body from chest to toe. She was disgusted with the fact that these undead creatures were touching in such an intimate way, but she could do nothing about it. She was held fast by some zombies, and tickled mercilessly by others. The several more zombies walked into the room. They limped over to Claire’s naked, vulnerable body and did the same to her with no hesitation whatsoever. Both of the girls were extremely ticklish all over, and their Police training had never prepared them for this. She screamed with laughter as the zombies tickled her entire body, disregarding her cries for mercy. They realized that unless Chris could did something fast, they would be trapped in this heel forever.
* * *
Chris heard sudden laughter from behind him, and he knew that it was his sister and friend. He immediately ran towards the source of the laughter, but as he turned a corner in the hallway, he ran smack into a zombie. He fell to the floor, and noticed that he was quickly surrounded by them. He figured, he would only be tickled, right? He wasn’t ticklish anyway, so he had nothing to worry about. But he was wrong. Suddenly he remembered that “Only female humans had become victims thus far” as the zombies started to tear away at his flesh. His screams of pain were never heard by his comrades, as they were making too much noise top hear anything.
* * *
Jill and Claire had been tickled for several hours now, and the zombies were showing no signs of getting tired. They were, after all, dead, so how could they get tired? They drew circles on the soles of their victim’s feet, poked and prodded in their ribs, and gently scratched at their thighs. The fingers that were tickling their pussies had turned the two of them on, but knowing that they were being tickled by dead, decaying, infected zombies would not let the cum. The endless tickling was driving them wild with desire, and though they did enjoy the snsations in their cunts, they could not put up with the tickling. Claire was the first to accept that they were trapped here for the rest of their lives, though that may not be too long. She couldn’t resist it anymore. She forced herself to become comfortable with the fact that these zombies were causing her no pain, and instead were causing her immense pleasure and tickle torture at the same time. As soon as she became comfortable with this the pussy tickling fingers brought her to an orgasm that was far beyond anything she ever felt before. The tickling sensations seemed to increase, as did her sensitivity to the pussy tickling. She began to have orgasm after orgasm, cumming rapid-fire, and each one stronger than the last. This made her enjoy the relentless tickling. Jill on the other hand was utterly disgusted by these things, and although she was on the verge of sexual ecstasy, the thought of those decaying zombies kept her from cumming for the rest of her life. The tickling sensations only got worse, though, as her skin became more and more sensitive the longer she was tickled. Her loins here on fire, and she wanted to cum–-she needed to cum–-but just couldn’t. Her anguish grew for the next several days, as she was viciously tickled to death. The tickling wasn’t what killed her; she starved. Claire never noticed Jill’s death, as she was in her own little world of pure ecstasy. After several days of non-stop tickling, her throat was numb, and she could no longer scream with laughter because she was so hoarse, but she didn’t care. Her entire body had become a sex organ, and the tickling hands brought her to orgasms that she could never have a ghost of a chance of recreating in her normal life. One day before her death, she had a final orgasm that lasted for 23 hours, continuously growing more and more powerful, up until she died from a sensory overload.
The end (finally)
The group slowly headed forwards. Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield and Claire Redfield kept an eye out in all directions, as this city was a very dangerous place. The monsters that the Umbrella Inc. unleashed on the town were everywhere. Although each was armed with a handgun, they didn’t feel safe. They were running low on ammo, and those damned zombies took a lot of punishment before they died. Jill was especially scared, as she had been through this twice already.
The three of them entered the R.P.D. station, and looked around. The main hall appeared to be clear. “Why won’t these fuckers die, Chris?” Jill asked. Chris stared blankly at her, and she realized how stupid that question was. “This way,” he said, as he motioned towards the southwest door. They all hurried to it. After a series of hallways, they came to a long, twisted, narrow corridor. Chris led the way, with Jill and Claire following suit. Their guns were at attention, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. As they walked past a window, however, several zombie arms broke the glass, grabbing Jill and Claire. Chris aimed his Beretta, but couldn’t get a clear shot at the zombies. “CHRIS!!!! HELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!” screamed the two women, but Chris could do nothing about it. The two women were pulled right through the windows and into the street outside. Chris had no choice but to try to find a way around.
* * *
Jill and Claire were being dragged across the street, kicking and screaming, unable to defend themselves. Their guns had both been accidentally dropped when they were overtaken by the zombies. They thought the zombies would have already started to eat their flesh, but they hadn’t...yet. Instead, they were dragged into an abandoned warehouse across the street from the R.P.D. station. Several zombies waited inside, and when the two women were brought into the room, they immediately took action. The brain-dead bastards grabbed them, holding them tightly down on individual tables, so that they wouldn’t move. A few zombies clumsily hobbled over to the two women, and began to pull at their clothes. The super-strong zombies easily ripped their clothes off, and within seconds, the girls were totally naked. All the while the two of them are screaming for help, hoping that Chris would follow their voices and rescue them....
* * *
Chris ran through hallway after hallway, trying his damndest to find a way to Jill and Claire, but he had no such luck so far. He opened a heavy steel door, and an automated projector began to display imaged of the “T-Virus” in 1000X magnification. The individual strands resembled oddly shaped feathers. Then, a loud booming voice began to explain the virus. “This must have been created for new employees of Umbrella Inc.,” Chris thought. He decided that nothing in here was important for him to stop and look at, but as he turned to leave, he heard the loudspeaker say the word “tickle”. This stopped him, and he looked at the projector. The loudspeaker began its explanation:
“The T-Virus was originally created for bio-weapon experiments. However, after a catastrophic explosion at the initial testing grounds, the virus began to mutate. Currently, all infected victims do still become zombies, but not the flesh eating types that you may have heard of. Now, instead of eating humans, they tickle them. Only female humans have become victims thus far, but preliminary tests have yet to be concluded...concluded...concluded...” The machine began to skip, as it was broken. “Son of a bitch!” Chris thought..... “I have to find them...”
* * *
The screaming ladies, now totally naked, couldn’t understand why they hadn’t been killed yet. And what was taking Chris so long? Suddenly, Jill began to giggle between her screams of fear. Claire stopped screaming long enough to look at Jill to find out what the hell was so funny at a time like this. What she saw appalled her. Three zombies had began to tickle Jill’s feet. Claire’s eyes grew wide, and she now understood what they were being held down for. More zombies walked towards Jill and tickled her all over, her feet, underarms, ribs, knees, thighs, breasts, belly, hips, and---worst of all---her pussy. Jill’s occasional giggles had now turned to peals of laughter as the zombies tickled her entire body from chest to toe. She was disgusted with the fact that these undead creatures were touching in such an intimate way, but she could do nothing about it. She was held fast by some zombies, and tickled mercilessly by others. The several more zombies walked into the room. They limped over to Claire’s naked, vulnerable body and did the same to her with no hesitation whatsoever. Both of the girls were extremely ticklish all over, and their Police training had never prepared them for this. She screamed with laughter as the zombies tickled her entire body, disregarding her cries for mercy. They realized that unless Chris could did something fast, they would be trapped in this heel forever.
* * *
Chris heard sudden laughter from behind him, and he knew that it was his sister and friend. He immediately ran towards the source of the laughter, but as he turned a corner in the hallway, he ran smack into a zombie. He fell to the floor, and noticed that he was quickly surrounded by them. He figured, he would only be tickled, right? He wasn’t ticklish anyway, so he had nothing to worry about. But he was wrong. Suddenly he remembered that “Only female humans had become victims thus far” as the zombies started to tear away at his flesh. His screams of pain were never heard by his comrades, as they were making too much noise top hear anything.
* * *
Jill and Claire had been tickled for several hours now, and the zombies were showing no signs of getting tired. They were, after all, dead, so how could they get tired? They drew circles on the soles of their victim’s feet, poked and prodded in their ribs, and gently scratched at their thighs. The fingers that were tickling their pussies had turned the two of them on, but knowing that they were being tickled by dead, decaying, infected zombies would not let the cum. The endless tickling was driving them wild with desire, and though they did enjoy the snsations in their cunts, they could not put up with the tickling. Claire was the first to accept that they were trapped here for the rest of their lives, though that may not be too long. She couldn’t resist it anymore. She forced herself to become comfortable with the fact that these zombies were causing her no pain, and instead were causing her immense pleasure and tickle torture at the same time. As soon as she became comfortable with this the pussy tickling fingers brought her to an orgasm that was far beyond anything she ever felt before. The tickling sensations seemed to increase, as did her sensitivity to the pussy tickling. She began to have orgasm after orgasm, cumming rapid-fire, and each one stronger than the last. This made her enjoy the relentless tickling. Jill on the other hand was utterly disgusted by these things, and although she was on the verge of sexual ecstasy, the thought of those decaying zombies kept her from cumming for the rest of her life. The tickling sensations only got worse, though, as her skin became more and more sensitive the longer she was tickled. Her loins here on fire, and she wanted to cum–-she needed to cum–-but just couldn’t. Her anguish grew for the next several days, as she was viciously tickled to death. The tickling wasn’t what killed her; she starved. Claire never noticed Jill’s death, as she was in her own little world of pure ecstasy. After several days of non-stop tickling, her throat was numb, and she could no longer scream with laughter because she was so hoarse, but she didn’t care. Her entire body had become a sex organ, and the tickling hands brought her to orgasms that she could never have a ghost of a chance of recreating in her normal life. One day before her death, she had a final orgasm that lasted for 23 hours, continuously growing more and more powerful, up until she died from a sensory overload.
The end (finally)
