Zombies

"I gotta... slow... down," Jill uttered between breaths, leaning over to rest her hands on her knees.

It had been a few days since the outbreak in Raccoon City and she had been trying to find a way out of the hordes of zombies and the mysterious monster that had taken up residence in the streets. The helicopter crash that she had survived was not one that she was trying to repeat, and so far, she had managed to get around without getting noticed too much by either of them.

Jill's eyes were trained on the ground as she took deep, steadying breaths. It was the first time that she had stopped running like this since everything had happened, and while her body was used to running, even for long distances, the constant stress and fear were starting to wear her out.

A layer of shiny sweat covered her slender fit body, glistening in the dim light that filtered through the clouds. She was wearing a a thin blue tank top with a pair of black leggings that tightly hugged her curves. It was the best she could do on such a short notice, considering she had been trying to escape from an Umbrella Corp lab experiment.

It wasn't just the outfit, however. Her hair was also still tied up into a neat ponytail, but a few strands had fallen loose during her desperate attempts to stay alive. Jill's pretty face was lightly smudged with dirt and dust, and her eyes were tired from being alert at all times. Luckily, her frame was strong enough to endure all the punishment she had been receiving the last few days. Her tight abs and thick toned legs combined with her wide hips and full firm ass helped her get through even the toughest of missions.

As her pulse slowed to a steady rate and she felt the tightness in her chest ease up a little, she straightened herself and took a quick look around. She didn't really know where she was and what kind of danger she was in, but she was hoping to find a place to rest soon. Her body felt exhausted and her mind felt numb from the constant strain.

"Alright, let's go," she told herself, pushing herself off the wall that she was leaning on.

Jill started walking, her steps steady but weary. The city was still eerily silent and deserted, the only sound coming from her boots as they hit the pavement. The streets were littered with debris, broken glass and overturned cars.

As she rounded a corner, she stuck her head out to assess the situation. There was an open plaza, lined with tall buildings and a few overturned benches. A large clock tower rose above the rooftops in the center. It would make for a good vantage point. Maybe she could see if there was any sign of a rescue helicopter or military presence nearby. But first, she had to make it across the plaza without being spotted.

Jill scanned her surroundings, looking for any sign of danger. She spotted a group of zombies shuffling aimlessly in the distance. They didn't seem to have noticed her yet, which was a relief.

With a deep breath, she made her way across the plaza. She kept her movements quiet, trying not to draw any attention. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

As she got halfway to the next building, a loud crash echoed behind her, followed by the sound of glass shattering and heavy footsteps. Her blood ran cold. The Nemesis.

She turned around quickly and came face to face with the hulking creature, a monstrosity created by the Umbrella Corporation. It was a massive, muscular humanoid with rotting, decaying flesh, its body covered in a slimy black goo that seemed to cling to its form like a second skin. It towered over her, its height and bulk making her feel small and vulnerable.

"Fuck!" she yelled out, breaking into a sprint as she dashed towards the next alleyway. Her lungs burned with each breath and she could hear her heart pounding in her ears, the sound drowning out the thud of her boots hitting the pavement.

But the Nemesis was relentless. It closed the distance quickly, grabbing Jill's arm as she was almost at the entrance of the alleyway. Its grip was like iron, its slimy hands leaving smears of goo on her exposed skin as she tried to break free. She screamed, struggling and thrashing, trying to shake it off.

She managed to slip out in the mess of goo slicking up her arm and desperately looked around trying to find a way to escape. Suddenly, she spotted an open manhole cover about 30 feet away.

This was it, this was her way out.

Jill made a break for it just as the Nemesis noticed that she had broken free of his grasp. Jill could hear him roaring in anger as it reacquired its target. She didn't dare look back. She didn't need to see the monster to know that it was gaining on her. Her heart pounded, and her lungs screamed in protest. Her body was pushed to the limit.

RAAAAAAAA!!!

She could hear his thick heavy footsteps, each thud coming with the promise of certain doom. He was almost on her, his presence felt as he reached for her again. She could smell his rancid breath, could see his shadow loom over her as she neared the manhole.

Jill dove for the manhole cover, sliding across the concrete and falling through the opening. Her clothes caught on the loose debris and rough pavement, tearing up her leggings and leaving scratches on her arms and legs. As she fell through, her hands grasped for something, anything, to slow her fall.

No such luck for Jill this time as she tumbled down the ladder, hitting the bottom with a painful thud, her back slamming against the dirty and sticky floor next to the access ladder, knocking the wind out of her.

She sat up, her vision spinning as she tried to get her bearings. Even though she had trouble readjusting her vision to her dim surroundings, she could still feel his presence. It was as if the air itself was charged with his hatred and his desire to destroy her. Jill knew that the fall was only temporary relief.

She eventually looked up and saw Nemesis staring back down at her, his glowing red eyes fixed on her. His large frame made it impossible for him to fit through the small manhole, so while she was safe from him for now, she knew it wouldn't be long before he came for her again.

"Ah fuck..." Jill exclaimed as she slowly picked herself up off of the hard cement floor. "Usually there's something softer on the bottom. I guess I can't always be lucky."

She stood up slowly and took a deep breath, the pain of her impact starting to fade away. She could see her gun lying a few feet away. It must have slipped from her grasp during her fall. She walked towards it and picked it up, the cold metal feeling comforting in her hands.

Jill took a moment to steady herself, taking slow and measured breaths to calm her nerves. Her heart was pounding, her body tense and aching, but at least the fall had bought her some time.

Her clothes were in a worse state now. The bottom right side of her tank top had a large rip in it exposing her tight abs and a small portion of her perky DD breasts. The thin blue material clung tightly to her ample bust and the exposed part of her tits only made her feel even more exposed. It was obvious her clothes wouldn't take many more hits. Her black leggings had a couple holes in them from the fall and had smeared dirt on them, and the bottom of her left boot was stained from the dark stinky liquid she had fallen into.

"I've been through worse. Just gotta figure out where to go from here."

As she turned around, she was greeted by the sight of a large tunnel stretching out before her. The darkness seemed to swallow any light that dared to enter its depths, leaving her in an eerie, silent void.

With a sigh of relief, Jill began to make her way through the tunnel. The air was thick and humid, the scent of sewage and mold assaulting her senses. She could feel the dampness of the tunnel floor beneath her boots, the sound of dripping water echoing in the darkness. She was aware that the monster could still be lurking nearby, ready to pounce on her at any moment. Her heart raced and her muscles tensed as she made her way down the long and winding tunnel.

Strange sounds filled the darkness around her. The occasional groan and shuffling of the undead mixed with the scurrying of rats and the distant sound of running water. She thought about the horrifying monsters she had seen above ground, who knows what kind of monsters would be lurking underneath.

Her footsteps were loud and echoing in the silence, making her feel exposed. Every corner, every shadow was a potential danger. She kept her pistol raised, flashlight in her other hand, clearing every area she entered. She couldn't let her guard down for a moment. She didn't know what would come after her next. The creature or one of the many monsters that had escaped from Umbrella's laboratories. Maybe she could get a moment to breathe and come up with a plan to get out of there.

Suddenly, Jill stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in shock and disgust. In the dim light of the sewer tunnel, she could see the figure of something writhing around in the ground. She took a step forward, careful to not make any noise, but before she got close enough to get a better look, it disappeared into the waters of the sewer.

The air in this section of the sewers was even more putrid. The smell of rotten flesh and waste assaulted her senses, making her eyes water and her stomach turn. She felt a shiver of revulsion run through her body.

"Fuck, I'm never gonna be clean again." Jill said as she slowly continued on.

Jill knew that this was a place where the worst of the worst had been hiding, breeding, and mutating. The air was filled with the stench of rot and decay. The walls were slick with slime and fungus, and the floor was littered with bones and debris. The creatures that inhabited this hell were twisted and grotesque, their forms warped by the toxic environment.

As she cautiously advanced through the darkness, the sounds of the sewers became increasingly disturbing. The gurgle of the water, the rustling of unseen things, and the occasional echoing cry of some unseen creature all combined to create an unsettling atmosphere. Jill had to remind herself to stay alert, even though she was exhausted. The last thing she needed was to be taken off guard by one of the hideous monsters that roamed these sewers.

Suddenly, something darted around the corner, under her field of vision, prompting her to look down.

"What the fuck?"

There were several giant worms crawling across the ground, wriggling and squirming in a grotesque dance. Their bodies were covered in a slick, oily substance that made them appear slimy and disgusting. They were a mix of dark greens and browns, with thick, muscular bodies and pointed, barbed tails. The worms' mouths were filled with razor-sharp teeth, ready to sink into their prey. Their segmented bodies moved in a hypnotic, rhythmic motion, and their slimy flesh glistened in the dim light.

"Ah fuck." Jill cursed as she stepped back quickly to try and get away from them. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't paying attention to where she stepped, and the heel of her boot caught in a crack in the floor, sending her toppling over backwards into the filthy waters of the sewer with a splash.

The water was ice-cold as it soaked through her clothes, chilling her to the bone. The stench was almost overpowering, a sickly sweet smell of rotting organic matter and waste. Jill felt her stomach lurch, but she forced the bile down and pulled herself back out of the water and on her feet.

As soon as she was standing again, Jill could feel the worms start to swarm her. They moved faster than she would have thought possible, their slimy bodies coiling and writhing as they closed in.

She quickly swung her weapon around and started to unload her pistol into the swarm of worms. The bullets tore through their flesh, sending chunks of slimy meat flying in every direction. But no matter how many she shot, there were always more. They crawled out of the cracks and crevices, pouring out of the darkness to attack her. The more she shot, the more they seemed to multiply. Their slimy, muscular bodies wriggling as they surged forward. It was almost as if they were attracted to the sound of gunfire. The more bullets she fired, the more agitated and determined the worms seemed to be. It was as if they had been drawn to her like moths to a flame, ready to devour her alive.

Jill knew she couldn't keep this up for long. She was running low on ammo and the second she did, she would be overrun and eaten alive by these hideous monsters. She needed a plan, and fast.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on a door. She wasn't sure if it led to an exit or just to a dead end, but it was her best bet. With one last burst of adrenaline, Jill pushed forward, kicking and shooting at the worms that had gathered around her legs and lower body, trying to pull her back into the murky depths. As she did, she could hear the disgusting squishy sounds of their bodies hitting the floor and the sound of her gun as it continued to fire into the swarm. With one final burst of effort, she made it to the door, wrenching it open and diving through.

As the door shut behind her, she could hear the sound of the worms' bodies hitting the floor and walls, their slimy flesh squelching as they writhed in frustration at losing their prey.

Jill sank to her knees and tried to catch her breath, the stench of the worms and the sewer clinging to her like a second skin. She had escaped for now, but she knew she wasn't out of danger yet. She was in an area of the sewers that was unfamiliar to her. It was dark and dank, the walls and floor coated with a thick layer of grime and mold.

Her clothes were thoroughly soaked through with the vile waste water. The thick stinky water dripped down her body, soaking into her hair and running down her skin. She felt dirty and disgusting, her hair matted and clumping together.

The thin tank top clung to her body, her nipples poking through the fabric as the chill of the air hit her. The material was stained and torn in places, exposing her skin underneath. The leggings that clung tightly to her legs and hips, the thin material offering little protection against the filth of the sewer, had several rips and tears from where she had been attacked. She felt exposed and vulnerable, her skin crawling with the feeling of the slime and filth that covered her body.

Just as Jill thought she was safe she heard a deep low growl from behind her. Her heart started to pound in her chest as she slowly turned to face whatever was behind her. The corridor she was in was pitch black and her flashlight was starting to dim.

As the flashlight's dim light shined into the darkness, she saw something massive and muscular in the darkness, looming over her. She felt the air shift, and then the creature lunged forward, pinning her to the ground.

"AH FUCK!"

The creature was massive, with a wide, flat head and long, powerful tentacles that writhed and undulated. Its body was covered in a thick, slimy substance that made it hard to grasp as it writhed and squirmed on top of her. It was strong and heavy, its weight pressing down on her, pinning her in place. Its mouth was full of sharp, serrated teeth and it opened wide to hiss and growl at her. Its tentacles, thick and muscular, wrapped around her limbs, holding her tight.

She tried to break free, but she was no match for the monster's strength. It had her completely immobilized, and its slimy tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own as they slithered and squirmed all over her body. She could feel them probing at her skin, taking over her body and bending her limbs to its will.

"Get off me you bastard!"

As she struggled against its hold, she felt a tentacle slowly start wrapping around her throat and going up towards her face. She clenched her teeth and held her mouth shut, trying desperately to prevent the tentacle from entering. She could feel the slimy tentacle pushing and probing, trying to force its way in.

She whipped her head around, trying to free herself from the creature's hold and she managed to get a glimpse of the monster. It was massive, insect-like creature resembling an overgrown flea.

A drain deimos.

Jill's heart sank at the realization, she knew she wasn't going to escape.

"Oh no. No, no, no..." Jill whimpered.

A drain deimos is a monstrous beast, with an insect-like body covered in thick, dark green plates of chitinous armor. Its eyes are dark and soulless, its mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. The drain deimos have a number of long, muscular tentacles protruding from its body, each one ending in a wickedly sharp spike.

The creatures are known for their aggressive and violent behavior. They often lurk in shadows, waiting for their prey. Once they spotted a potential target, they would ambush them, using their powerful tentacles to immobilize and restrain their victims before feasting on their cerebrospinal fluid.

However, these creatures also had a secondary purpose. To breed.

Whoever was unlucky enough to be chosen for this directive would be paralyzed and implanted with dozens of the monster's parasitic eggs. The exact process by which this happened was still unknown, but one thing was certain, it was a fate worse than death. Victims would be subjected to the agony of the parasites growing and feeding within their bodies, slowly consuming them from the inside out until birth.

Judging by the the fact that the young agent's head was still intact, it was the latter that it was interested in.

The creature let out a series of clicks and chitters as it probed at her lips, trying to find a way in. She could feel its slimy tentacles slipping and sliding against her skin, trying to find a way past her defenses. She clenched her teeth tighter, but she knew she couldn't hold on for long.

Jill felt the tentacles tightening around her throat and face, and panic surged through her as she realized she was about to suffocate. The monster's grip was like steel, and she could feel her air supply dwindling rapidly. She would have to open her mouth to breathe soon.

Her eyes watered as she tried to keep her mouth shut, but she knew it was a losing battle. As her vision started to blur and she began to lose consciousness, she felt the monster's tentacle finally slip between her lips, sliding past her clenched teeth.

"Ahg mmm!"

Her mouth filled with a disgusting taste as the tentacle began to explore, slithering over her tongue and probing the back of her throat. She gagged and choked as it filled her, her body spasming with disgust and horror. The tentacle was thick and rubbery, filling her mouth and making her jaw ache as it stretched her lips wide.

Jill felt herself starting to panic as the monster's tentacle continued to fill her mouth, cutting off her air supply. She couldn't scream or cry for help, and the thought of being helpless against this monstrous creature made her heart pound in fear. Her arms thrashed around, desperately trying to hurt the creature enough to loosen it's grip.

Just as she got a hold of her tactical knife, she felt the tentacle swell followed by a thick liquid squirt down her throat, forcing her to swallow as she choked it down. Her mouth filled with the foul-tasting liquid, making her gag and cough as her body tried to reject it. But the creature's grip was too strong, and the tentacle was still blocking her airway.

As she swallowed it, she slowly lost her grip on her knife before it eventually clattered onto the floor next to her. She tried desperately to free herself, but her body was weakening with each passing moment. The slimy substance coating the tentacle made it difficult for her to grasp, and her arms were beginning to feel heavy and leaden. She knew she didn't have much time left.

The monster seemed to sense her fading strength, and it tightened its hold on her, pinning her to the floor with its weight. She could feel its muscular body pressing against her, the thick armor plates digging into her skin. Her body was trapped, helpless against its strength and size. Her eyes watered as she fought for breath, but it was a losing battle.

Finally, as the vile liquid ceased pumping into her mouth and throat, the creature's grip on her loosened, and its tentacle began to slide out of her mouth. She gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as she tried to clear her throat of the creature's fluids.

However, something was off.

She felt different. She could feel a familiar heat rising in her body. A tingling sensation was building in her groin and she felt herself becoming wet and slick. Her breasts felt swollen, her nipples stiffening against her wet tank top.

Jill couldn't believe what was happening. Her mind was foggy, and her body felt like it was on fire. The slimy creature had managed to drug her and was now taking advantage of her in her weakened state.

"Fuck... this is how it happens." She said, panting.

The monster let out a low growl as it continued to hold her down. She could feel its tentacles slithering over her body, leaving trails of slime in their wake. The tentacles that had a hold of Jill moved to wrap around her breasts, squeezing them and forcing a muffled squeal of surprise and pleasure to come from her lips. The creature was taking its time, exploring her body with its tentacles, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. Her legs rubbed together as she felt a familiar wetness growing between them.

The goo coating her body, which felt so disgusting a moment ago, was now sending pleasurable shivers down her spine, making her skin sensitive and aroused. It had been so long since the outbreak, so long since she had ever felt this type of stimulation, she couldn't help but feel the heat rising in her body, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body started to betray her. She didn't know whether it was the drugs talking or her.

Jill's eyes rolled back as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her body writhing under the creature's grip. Her mind was racing with a mix of fear and arousal, her thoughts consumed with the sensation of being touched and caressed by something so alien and terrifying. Her hands and legs trembled as the creature continued to stroke and explore her, and she could feel the tension building inside of her.

Suddenly, Jill heard the sound of cloth tearing. The tentacles were pulling so hard on her clothes that the thin, wet fabric was ripping apart. Her breasts and crotch were exposed and Jill's heart raced. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't right. But she couldn't bring herself to stop it, her body craving more of the strange and intoxicating sensations the creature was giving her.

Then, she felt it.

A cold, wet sensation pressed up against the entrance of her pussy, the creature's foul, moldy proboscis seeking entry to her warm, inviting depths. She tried to kick her legs back and prevent the monster's tentacle from entering her, but her limbs felt weak and heavy, refusing to move as she wanted. Her body betrayed her as her pussy was slick and dripping wet, ready for company. She tried to scream out for help, but the words died in her throat as the creature's dirty chitinous cock entered her, filling her up and making her gasp with a mix of pain and pleasure.

"AH! Oh fuckkk... Mmmm..."

Her voice was a low, desperate whimper. She could feel the tentacle pushing into her, filling her with its thick, pulsing flesh. It was cold and slimy, but it sent shivers of pleasure through her body nonetheless. She arched her back and bucked her hips, her body betraying her as she found herself wanting more. She could feel the monster's grip tightening on her wrists and ankles, the pressure forcing her boots off, her bare soles shining with filth and sweat.

Jill's delicate pink lips gripped and clung to the slimy appendage as the creature began to thrust it deep inside of her, stretching and filling her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the sensation of being filled so completely was almost overwhelming. Her head was spinning, and her body was trembling as she struggled to stay conscious.

Each thrust seemed to push her closer and closer to the edge, her body responding to the creature's touch despite her best efforts to resist. The slimy appendage rubbed against her inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her. It was an exquisite torture, a mixture of pain and ecstasy that had her crying out and gasping for air.

As her orgasm built, the tentacles around her body tightened, gripping her more securely. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body coiled tight like a spring about to snap. Her hips bucked and writhed, her legs shaking with anticipation and toes curling from the sensation.

A few moments later, the creature pulled back extra far before ramming into Jill with all it's weight. As the unclean rod bottomed out, she felt her body seize up. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she cried out, a wordless scream of pure ecstasy as she was overwhelmed by an intense and all-consuming orgasm.

"AHHHHHH!!!"

The pleasure washed over her, making her entire body shudder with each wave. Her vision blurred and her muscles tensed as she rode out the wave of pleasure. Her moans and cries filled the empty sewer, echoing off the walls as the creature continued to pound into her, drawing out her orgasm and making her see stars.

She couldn't help but pathetically grind her hips into the tentacles, wanting to prolong her orgasm as long as possible. Her mind was filled with a mix of pleasure and shame. She felt like she was being used, like a mere plaything for the monster, but it was too good. Her body was so starved for pleasure, for touch, that she didn't want it to end. The feeling of being filled so completely was incredible, and the sensations sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

The creature did not let up though, it was not satisfied with the state of the human female it had caught. It wanted more than her to orgasm, it wanted her to be fully subdued.

It moved it's tentacles around her waist, wrapping around the top of her hips, and moved to pull off her leggings completely, the final article of clothing she still had on her body. They were ripped off with a loud tearing sound, and Jill's now bare body was on display.

Her slim waist, wide hips and thick firm ass was covered in the grime and gunk from her days of misadventures. Her tight toned legs and abdomen glistened with sweat and the creature's waste in the dim light. Jill was embarrassed by her body's response, her naked pussy dripping with arousal, and her full firm breasts heaving with each panting breath.

A few moments later she felt a tentacle slither it's way back up towards her face, and without even thinking, Jill's mouth opened wide and her tongue stuck out in invitation, letting it slip past her soft pink lips once more.

"Ahgmmm..."

The sensation of the creature's slimy tentacle sliding over her tongue was strangely arousing, and Jill couldn't help but feel her arousal building once more. The creature's foul appendage probed the inside of her mouth, exploring her and leaving a slimy greasy residue that made her skin crawl, even as it made her pussy tingle with desire. Jill's cheeks hollowed and bulged as the tentacle forced itself deeper down her throat. She could taste its slimy, foul flavor, but she couldn't resist it, her body responding to its touch with an almost primal hunger.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she struggled to take it deeper. She sucked on it greedily, feeling the monster's grip tighten around her. The creature let out a series of chitters and growls, and Jill couldn't help but moan as her pussy throbbed with need.

GACK GACK GACK

The disgusting sounds of her gagging and the monster's chittering filled the room. The wet gushy noise of its appendage slamming into her sopping wet slit echoed through the chamber, making Jill's ears burn with embarrassment and shame.

As she was sucking and getting fucked by the monster, she could feel its gooey fluids seeping into her body. The bits of sewer waste from the monster's time in the sewers dripping off its body and onto Jill's.

The monster was fully in control now, and she was just a toy for its pleasure. But even though she hated herself for it, the feeling of being so completely dominated was intoxicating. The nasty insect cock that was fucking her was so thick and long that it reached places that had never been touched before, making her squirm and writhe with pleasure.

The creature began to pick up the pace, the chittering of its insectoid legs growing louder and more frenetic as it slammed its foul cock into Jill again and again. Her body bounced and jerked with each thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the air. She was completely lost to the sensations, her mind blank and her body on autopilot.

As Jill's orgasm approached again, the tentacles tightened around her body, squeezing her tightly and making her gasp. Her body arched and writhed in ecstasy as she felt her pussy clamp down around the creature's filthy appendage. The monster seemed to sense that she was close, and it picked up the pace even further, like it had a goal to accomplish.

"MMPHHH..." Jill moaned.

Her body tensed, her toes curled and her eyes rolled back in her head. She felt the pleasure building, coiling deep in her core like a spring about to snap. Her breath caught in her throat and her back arched, her body writhing and thrashing against the tentacles that held her. And then, just as she was about to tip over the edge, she felt the creature's appendage slam into her cervix with an intensity that sent shockwaves through her entire being.

The monster's body trembled, its insect cock buried deep in her womb, as a thick grotesque knot travelled down its length. Jill felt her body convulse, the pleasure of her own orgasm mixed with the sensation of being stretched to the limit by this abomination, making her climax harder than before.

Her tight walls clamped hard around him, coaxing the vile payload down his slimy appendage, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt it pass the tight entrance of her pussy, then her inner lips and finally, her cervix.

The creature groaned and chittered as it dumped it's disgusting foul seed inside her most intimate depths. Jill grit her teeth as she felt her body accept the creature's thick hideous egg, followed by a torrent of cum into her womb, causing her to shudder and cry out in both pleasure and revulsion.

It felt like she was being filled to the brim with its vile seed. Her stomach bulged and stretched as it continued to pump more and more of it's parasitic offspring inside her. She could feel it start to move and writhe within her, filling her up with its presence. She had completely surrendered herself to the creature's filth, reduced to nothing more than a vessel for its offspring.

Eventually, the large globs stopped flowing as the last of its load was emptied into her. The tentacle that was down her throat swelled once more before releasing one last thick load of hot gunk straight down into her stomach. Jill's eyes watered as the stream of fluid shot into her throat, forcing her to swallow repeatedly as it coated her insides. She was being used in every possible way, and she was powerless to resist.

Her belly felt swollen, heavy and full. The monster's sperm felt thick and sticky as it coated her walls and filled her up. It was an overwhelming sensation that made her head spin.

Now, with the creature entirely depleted of it's rotten reserves, Jill was left bloated with its thick seed. Her stomach was swollen and heavy, filled with the creature's offspring and the copious amount of sperm. Her pussy lips were swollen and red from the abuse they'd suffered. She felt terrible.

GLLLOPPP

The creature lifted itself up and pulled its tentacles out of her mouth and pussy with a sickening squelch, a string of spit and goo connecting her lips to its slimy appendage as it slid free. Jill slumped onto the floor, panting and gasping, her body limp and exhausted from the assault.

Her breasts heaved with each breath, coated with the monster's vile cum, which dripped from her breasts and trailed down her stomach, mingling with the gunk that was now on the rest of her body. She had no idea how long she had been here or what had become of her. She felt completely used, degraded, and violated.

"Uhhh..." Jill moaned.

As the creature pulled back, it let out a series of clicks and hisses before scuttling away, its footsteps fading into the distance, leaving Jill behind. Jill could hear the creature scampering away as it retreated further into the darkness of the sewers. It was a sound that sent chills down her spine.

She was left lying on the ground, her body slick and sticky with the monster's fluids. It had left a parting gifts though, dozens of the babies of the monstrosity that had just bred her. Jill could feel it inside of her, pushing against her insides, the eggs beginning to swell and writhe in her womb, their alien forms stretching her walls and causing a strange, uncomfortable pressure that was hard to ignore. She felt like she was going to be sick, and yet there was nothing she could do about it.

She was alone, her body marked and claimed by the creature, the evidence of her assault drying on her skin. She was left to recover from her ordeal on her own. It would take her hours before she could get back to her feet and make her way through the darkened corridors.

Jill stumbled forward, her legs shaking with every step. Her body was heavy and her muscles ached from the exertion of her assault, but she pushed through, her mind racing with the thought that the creature could return at any moment.

She was alone in the dark and dank sewer, surrounded by the putrid smell of sewage and the constant sound of dripping water. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing as she searched for an exit.

Eventually, Jill managed to stumble out of the sewer, her eyes adjusting to the light of the sun as she emerged from the dark tunnel.

Despite escaping Nemesis, the encounter with the drain deimos left her in a far worse position.

It wasn't about escaping the city anymore, it was about escaping whatever was inside her. Jill knew what was coming next and she needed to find a way to fix herself, but she had no idea where to begin. There had to be something somewhere that could help, and she was determined to find it. With her mind set on her new mission, Jill pushed forward, her determination unwavering despite the horrors she had faced.

But that's a story for another day.