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[Resident Evil]Under Wesker's Control(xMILENKOx+Anjeru)

Anjeru

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The only thing that Jill could think was that they had to stop Wesker, that they had to do it now. If they didn't, he would only go on to create more problems using Umbrella's Legacy as his tool. That is why she was willing to risk her life and as her and her partner, Chris Redfield, bore down upon Wesker after he had just killed Spencer in his home. Her form charged his and the next thing she knew, she and Wesker shattered the window and fell together off the very steep cliffside. Somewhere in the midst, she had lost consciousness but with the knowledge that she had stopped Wesker at last.

Least, that is what she had thought.

It was sometime later, she didn't know how long, that she regained consciousness. She felt horrible, sick even, and she was in some sort of holding cell. Her thoughts went back to Chris and to Wesker and she vaguely wondered if she were dead. Jill couldn't move, but could make out loud noises around her, voices, making out something about... a device?

Jill wasn't able to dwell upon their words for long, because it was then that two men came into the cell and shot her up with a need full of god knows what. She grew lightheaded, then dizzy, and proceeded to fall back into the blackness of drug-induced sleep.

Little did she know that when she woke, she would have no control of who she was anymore, her last thought of her partner, Chris.
 
Unkowning to Jill she was on a ship. After she and Wesker fell from the cliffside they had been washed out to sea. Though this was to Wesker's advantage. With his inhuman strength he took hold of Jill and dragged her unconcous body through a stormy sea untill they reached his Ship. Wesker had since been working with Tricell who had gave him this ship along with everything he needed for his trip to Kijuju. Once on board he had Jill taken to the ships lab to be fitted with an experimental dead. Standing over Jill were two scientists dressed in surgical outfits who were busy fitting the devise. They had stripped and washed her before they began to work on her. "Be carefull with that Wesker wants her alive!.." One of the scientisits shouted at the other whom was being abit careless with his work. "You saw what he did to Eric!..." The scientist added reminding his freind of the fate of one of their peers whom acidently distroyed part of the Las Plagas shipment. The man, Eric was thrown around the room like a rag doll before suffering a devastateing trumour to his chest thanks to a stomp from Wesker's boot.

From the comfort of ships bridge Wesker watched the surgery take place on a monitor. Around him the ships crew were busy going about their dutys. Smileing sadistically Wesker watched his the device was fitted to his foe's chest. The thought of the power he would have over her filling him with pleasure.
"Soon Jill your body will be mine!.." Wesker muttered to himself as he continued to watch the sergury take place. Soon though it was complete and the scientists tidyied up before leaveing. Locking the door behind them just incase. As they left the room Wesker entered. Makeing his way to the cell where Jill was he stood at the window that looked in at her and awaited her to wake up.
 
Jill slept through her drug-induced coma-like slumber fitfully. Tossing and writhing among the covers of her poorly taken care of cell bed. She was sweating, her body having trouble accepting and adjusting to the device that Wesker had ordered to be installed into her chest. Her body was trying to reject it, knowing it was something that wasn't supposed to be, but it was winning. And when she woke, she wouldn't have any control of her body as soon as Wesker ordered her for the first time. She was unaware of this and had no idea what she was in store for.

She had fitful dreams of the night they had come upon Wesker in Spencer's home. Of falling off the cliff and of never seeing Chris again. Was she dead? Trapped in purgatory for some sin she was unaware that she commited? Where was she? Where was Chris?

Jill moaned and stirred on the mattress, hands gripping at it as slowly her eyes fluttered. She found her blurry vision looking upon the closed off cell and she vaguely remembered people drugging her earlier. Her pulse racing, she tried to sit up and felt a strange weight on her chest, fingers sliding up to feel at it.
"What the...?"
 
Wesker watched in amusement as Jill got acquanted with the new adission to her body. Watching her through a magic mirror window where he could see her but she would only see her reflection Wesker's left index finger pushed the intacom button. Suddenly with a buzz his voice began to echo around the cell. "Ah Jill how nice of your to join us, I hope you dont mind I had a little modification made to your body. I do hope you dont mind?" Wesker asked sinisterly knowing full well if the device was working she wouldnt be able to say no to his question. then with another push of button the glass that devided them became clear allowing Jill to see Wesker.
 
The voice that she heard after the intercom buzzed caused anger and dread to bubble in the pit of her stomach; so, she wasn't dead...and neither was Wesker. She had failed in the mission to stop him and from what she could tell, given the cell she was in, she was his prisoner. Especially after what he said. Jill went to say that she did mind, but...the words wouldn't come out. In fact, all she said was, "I don't mind," which almost made her want to scream. She couldn't even do that. What the hell was wrong with her?

Then Wesker came into her view and she openly did her best to glare at him. Hands groped along her thighs, looking for gun holsters, but coming up empty; she knew she would, but she always checked on instinct. Wesker deserved death, the things he had done deserved retribution. She ground her teeth as she tried to sit all the way up, looking at him.
"Wesker...What did you do to me?"
 
"O, what have I done?... Well Jill, I've had a little alteration made to your body. I hope you like it, after all it is a state of the art technology. Think of it as a gift from myself and Tri Cell for all your hard work!.." Wesker replied in a sinister and sarcastic tone. His eyes scanned over her naked body through the glass. His black shades hideing his eyes as he watched her. "Now for a little test drive... Jill press your breasts against the glass!" Wesker ordered, he stood ready to enjoy the sight and the power he had over her. Male crew members in the room soon forgetting there dutys to stand behind Wesker and watch Jill or watch her over the security camera monitors.
 
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Jill snapped before he gave his order. When he spoke again, she scoffed inwardly and wanted to laugh. She would never do that, especially not for Wesker. It was bad enough she was naked and had nothing to cover herself with. Jill went to speak again, but found that she couldn't. Her legs uncurled from under her and she climbed up off the bed, walking to the 'window' that Wesker was standing behind. She did exactly as he said, pushing her breasts against the two-way glass. She was mortified! What the fuck was she doing?! Jill didn't want to do this, so why was she? Oh god, it had to be the device, it had to be! Fear began to settle into the pit of her stomache and her hands pressed against the glass, though she made no move after that. She tried her best to glare at him to try and cover the panic she was beginning to feel, her eyes narrowed a slight behind messy strands of her sweat dampened hair.
 
"O come on Jill do try to smile, o and while your doing that how about you play with yourself! O and please keep your breasts where they are..." Wesker ordered with a grin. He enjoyed the sight and he reached over to a set of controls and turned down the rooms temperature, hopeing to give her a chill. He waited patiantly for her to do as she was told as he watched her nipples harder against the cold glass.
 
Jill really wanted to scream at him, curse him, and do anything except what he was telling her to do. However, her body responded exactly as he commanded, a small smile curling across her lips. The cooling temp of the room caused her nipples to pebble against the cold glass, her body shivering slightly. Her right hand slid down to body and buried itself between her legs, fingers obiediantly playing with her pussy. Fingers stroked across her clit, before burying themselves inside of her hot core. Her thumb eased and rubbed across her clit, making her cry out against her will. She was screaming inside, not wanting to do this, but she couldn't make herself stop and to her greatest shame, her body responded, her pussy growing wet around her fingers.
 
Wesker watched happily as Jill did as she was told. Now he wanted to do more, Looking over his shoulder he signaled one of the security guards. "Join her..." Wesker ordered the guard whom wasted no time in fear of Wesker entered the cell. Now standing behind Jill was a man with a large build clad in a black combat uniform and gasmask simmilar to the Umbrella Special forces. "Now Jill, turn to your new companion... I want you to get down on your knees and remove that man's cock from his pants and put it in your mouth and please him!" Wesker ordered Jill eagar to make her do all kinds of depraived things.
 
She heard the cell open and one of Wesker's men come into the room with her. Panic began to spread inside of her again and she desperately tried her best to avoid doing what he told her. She fought against it as best as she could, but soon she found herself on her knees before the man, her fingers nimbly opening the front of his pants and digging his cock out. It sprung free and she inwardly cringed, nausea building up. Nothing happened though and soon her fingers wrapped around the base of the man's cock, beginning to stroke him expertly. Her mouth soon followed suit, lips and tongue working on the rounded head before her lips parted and slid over, encompassing the large cock in the warmth of her mouth. Inwardly, she cursed Wesker and vowed to get him back when she could.
 
Wesker watched with a sadistic grin as Jill followed his orders as expected. The guard stood enjoying the moment as he looked down at Jill through the eye holes of his gasmask. With his MP5 Sub Machine Gun hanging via a strap which hung from his right shoulder. /his heavy breathing being aplified by the gasmask's filters. Wesker turned to another guard whom he simply motioned to join the other guard. Soon a second guard joined Jill, standing beside her the second guard pulled out his cock. "Now Jill, dont let your other new freind get left out.." Wesker ordered to Jill once more as he simply watched her. Enjoying watching her at work.
 
Jill made a noise as she continued her assualt on the first man's cock. Her free hand lifted and wrapped around the second man's cock, beginning to stroke it in time with the one she was sucking so expertly on. Lifting her head, she switched to the other, sucking it down almost eagerly. Tongue darting out to dance upon it widly. She then began switching between the two, noises coming forth as protest, though she couldn't seem to disobey Wesker's order. What one she wasn't sucking on, was being caressed by her skilled hand, her head and hands bobbing as she went to fufill the order. Tears built up in her eyes, of disgust and frustration. Damn you Wesker, damn you to hell!!
 
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