Heyyo my awesome patrons! Here is the promised second chapter to Domin-X-ation! Sorry that this took a while and is a bit short, but I've been in the process of moving for the past two weeks and I've still got a ton of stuff to do for my new place. Hopefully you enjoy the Ashley/Mr. X stuff though because I enjoyed it a lot. The next chapter for this will probably have Ada, Claire, Jill, and Ashley in the spotlight again. As for what comes next, I'll put up a poll soon.
Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: All characters who partake in lewd or sexual acts are above the age of consent.
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Evolution was everything to Umbrella. Without it, humans would still be dragging their knuckles like all the other primates of the animal kingdom. As such, Annette hadn’t been satisfied with the original L-Virus. No, it had to be better. While Subjects One, Two, and Three were still under the effects of the initial strain, there was always room for improvement. Science had no place for mediocrity, Annette had learned this after going nights without sleep, studying for all of those biochemistry exams. And so, once again, she had fallen into old habits, trying to find ways to advance her L-Virus.
Then, fortune had smiled upon her. Or to be more exact, the higher-ups at Umbrella had given her a new subject, one that held the key to crafting an even more potent strain. Ashley Graham, codenamed Subject Four, had been kidnapped by Jack Krauser, another one of Umbrella’s mutts that followed his master’s bidding, no matter how cruel or evil the orders were. According to her file, she had been exposed to a parasitic organism called Plaga on the island of Valdelobos, a remote mountainous region in Spain. Plagas can influence their host's actions by latching onto the nervous system, taking control of and increasing aggression in human hosts, was another piece of information that came attached to Subject Four’s file. The ability to control a person’s mind, their entire nervous system was astounding…and was the final piece she needed to perfect the L-Virus. After months of lab testing with mice, the time had come for human experimentation. Since Subjects One, Two, and Three had already been exposed to the original strain, Annette wanted a fresh start with her new L-Virus.
And what better choice than Ashley Graham?
“Mmmmm~! Ohhhhhh, you’re so huge! So fucking HUGE! Oh my god…oh my gooooooood!”
Subject Four had taken well to the new and improved L-Virus, if her screams were of any indication. The T-00 had been called to assist in the experiments once more, taking a break from Annette’s three other test subjects, all of whom needed a break from the daily inseminating that the tyrant forced upon them. None of them, Ada, Claire, nor Jill showed any signs of impregnation, a disappointment to Annette’s bosses. Annette herself tested herself a few days after her own sexual encounters with the monster, but like the other three there was no change. Perhaps in a vain attempt, the Umbrella executives now seemed to be hinging their bets on Subject Four, who was untested ground for the Tyrant Breeding program. The company was playing with fire by kidnapping the former president’s daughter for their twisted schemes, but if these experiments went well…then nothing on this planet could stop Umbrella. No country, no government, nobody would be safe.
But that meant nothing to Annette. Not anymore. All she wanted was the T-00. To make it happy. To please its sexual desires. To give it as any children as was humanely possible. Right now, even as the tyrant was fucking another woman in front of her eyes, she couldn’t help but marvel in awe of it. Having done away with her clothes after finding no need to wear any since she was now an active participant in these experiments, she was down on her knees, the tyrant’s giant heavy balls in the palm of her hand, swinging from every thrust, and gently caressing them. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck her raw. Don’t stop until you reach her womb. I know you’ll have no problem reaching it on account of your…ahem, size. But-”
The tyrant grunted, not sparing the doctor a look, as it was preoccupied with the annoying kisses of the blonde in its hands.
“…Of course. I meant no disrespect. Forgive me.” Annette bowed her head, pressing her lips against the monster’s wrinkled scrotum. It reeked of sweat, no doubt from the relentless sex that the T-00 enacted every day. She wondered if the tyrant enjoyed sex. Or was it just a simple mission for it to fulfill? In the beginning, before these breeding experiments began, she was confused as to why the T-00 was given sexual organs. In her naivety, Annette thought it was simply for acclimation purposes, so that the tyrant didn’t feel out of place. But now she knew better. Now Annette knew why the T-00 had a cock that put human males to shame. “…Please fuck me when you’re done with her…” She whispered, kissing his balls again and again.
The tyrant didn’t answer, nor did it even look in her direction. Annoying, that’s what it thought of her. Needy as well. Always begging for sex, yapping nonstop as she spread her legs. Only when it gave her what she wanted did the pleading ever stop. At least the other subjects never bugged it, even if it was just because they were trapped in their pale cells. Sex was the only way they could relieve their boredom. Ada…Claire…Jill…it had come to learn their names over these past months. Annette was the annoying doctor with the spindly yellow hair.
Ada was the agent who had tried to steal from its creators. Now she was their plaything, wailing pathetically whenever it released its seed into her fertile womb. She loved every second of it though, the T-00 knew. Every time it visited her, Ada always wanted to wear its hat when they had sex. It was a strange request, but not one that the tyrant was programmed to refuse.
Claire was the woman that ran away from her as it chased her all throughout Racoon Police Station. Now she ran to it instead, leaping into its massive arms giddily every time it came to fuck her. She was always happy to see him, no doubt an effect of the original L-Virus. Her requests were equally as strange, always asking to be choked or held while they had sex, while screaming obscenities and declarations of love. However, allowing these requests, grating as they were, made it easier for the tyrant to inseminate her, so it was allowed.
Jill was the first of many to ever cross Umbrella and live to tell the tale. Now she was once again their witless tool to use, only this time instead of being used for her deadly prowess, it was simply for her body. Out of the three, she could last the longest, enduring every thrust that hammered into her.
Now there was Ashley to add to its ever-growing harem. She was eager, no doubt due to the new L-Virus infecting her mind and body, and kissed Mr. X aggressively, stuffing the entirety of her tongue into the tyrant’s mouth. It was easy to hold her in the air, thrusting again and again as she squirmed in his arms, and came once more. There was no technique required for this woman. Her body was sensitive to its touches, from her lips to her breasts, to her cunt, all of it was simple. A flick there, a pinch, or a kiss, any of it made it easy.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuu~uuuuuuuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming from this big, monster dick! Oh fuck, you’re making me cum!” Ashley screamed, closing her eyes as a gush of her cum came squirting out. Annette was caught in the crossfire, having been inhaling the reek of the tyrant’s manhood when Ashley ejaculated, and was drenched with the blonde’s fluids. “Kiss me! Keep kissing me! Don’t stop!” She forced her lips back onto the T-00’s and went back to giddily bouncing up and down her favorite monster dick.
Ashley had lost all hope of being rescued. At first she had been frightened, knowing that she’d never be able to see her family ever again. But the fear was gone, now replaced with a fiery urge to be impregnated. It all started when that pink gas flooded into her room…and made her head feel fuzzy and light-headed. But thankfully Annette, the doctor, had helped her realize what she needed to do. Insemination was needed to bring about the next stage of evolution for humankind. Specifically, she needed to breed with the T-00, their ultimate soldier.
“You haven’t cum yet…Annette says you need to cum. My eggs need your seed! I want your sperm! Give it to me, all of it!” Ashley needed the big guns, the heavy artillery…her ballistic breasts to get the job done. Wrapping her hands around the tyrant’s head, she brought its wrinkled face down to her bosom. “There, you like that? Everyone back on campus used to go nuts every time I brought the twins out. Ooo~ you’re twitching now. I guess even zombified brutes like you can appreciate a stunningly perfect rack, can’t you?”
The tyrant didn’t give her an answer, or at least a verbal indication, and instead held her hips tighter, squeezing them as it drove its cock further into her ribbed abyss. Both yellow-haired women were sloppily embracing it with their mouths, Ashley kissing its forehead, while Annette licked every inch of its scrotum. Staring at their reflections in the glass, they looked like crazed fanatics worshipping itself as their god of sorts. Perhaps in some ways it was, being stronger and far more capable than the average human while also having a disdain for them as lower life-forms. Breeding with them was one thing, but loving them? That was an impossibility.
“You’re throbbing like crazy in me! Oh shit oh shit oh shit, you’re making me cum again! Cum with me! Doitdoitdoitdoitdoit! Cumcumcumcumcumcumcum! I love your monster dick! Oh fuck, I want to have your bab-” Ashley stopped, convulsing in the tyrant’s arms as she felt it suddenly ejaculate inside of her. It was like a tsunami swirling in her cunt, a tidal wave of monster seed gushing into her womb at full force. This was her new life now. A broodmare to a giant, monstrous brute…and it was so hot.
Annette, lapping up the remainder of Subject Four’s love juices, smirked as the tyrant unloaded into her pussy. If this experiment was anything to go off of, then it would seem that the new L-Virus was a success. Her bosses would be pleased with this, even if that was the furthest from her mind at this very moment. Still on her knees, eye-to-balls with the T-00’s ball sack, the doctor nuzzled the tyrant affectionately, kissing its scrotum gently, whispering, “…Is it my turn now?”