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Straps dig into your flesh, pinning you down to the examination bed. You can barely squint your eyes open as you’re met with a bright overhead light. The last thing you remember is being in some sort of holding cell.
“Administer the dose,” a rough voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, helping you come to your senses. You feel a sharp sting in your forearm, which you squirm away from, before the reminder of the restraints dig into your limbs.
“Monitor the subject’s vitals closely,” the male orders roughly. You start to make out a face by your side, staring down at you through dark sunglasses. His lip curls up into something like a sneer. “Though I doubt this one will pull through.”
You feel blood rush to your cheeks, and dart your eyes away.
“She’s stable, mildly tachycardic.” a quiet feminine voice sounds from your other side. She sounds oddly familiar.
“Leave,” he orders her, and you hear footsteps slowly fade out of the room. A hand comes down to your face, poking and prodding at your eyes and mouth before hovering over your carotid pulse. “How are you feeling?” he asks like he couldn’t care less for your answer, and he doesn’t.
His face obstructs your view, which elicits a whine from your throat. You begin thrashing around, at least that’s what you thought you were doing. From Wesker’s perspective you were barely shaking the bed.
“How cute,” he tuts, running his fingers over the injection site. “Subject seems to be handling Uroboros well,” he mutters, more to himself than you, as if you were one of his many ‘projects’. And you might as well be one at this point.
“What did you… do to me?” Your words stumble out of your slack jaw, tongue lolling around your mouth. “Please-” You fight against your restraints again, which earns you a literal slap on the wrist. You flinch in pain, staring up at Wesker with bleary eyes.
You’re not sure if he mutters something under his breath or if he chuckles, but the hands that were roaming your body were now down to your thighs. He pauses, sucking in his breath like he was trying to calm himself down. From what, you weren’t sure. His thumbs dig into your plush skin, before roughly forcing your legs apart.
The sedatives he’d given you slowly begin to wear off. You hadn’t noticed before, but the room feels awfully cold all of a sudden. Two gloved fingers easily spread you apart, air hitting your pussy in a way that makes you gasp.
“Filthy,” he leered, fighting the urge to slap and spit at your cunt. No, he’d be… patient this time.
“Wait.” Your panic falls on deaf ears, a thick finger slowly slides inside you, breaking past your tightness and curling upwards. “Wait,” you say a little louder this time, desperately trying to close your legs.
“Quiet now.”
“But-”
A hand slaps over your mouth, the leather making it sting that much more. His finger slips free from your hole, a rough hand coming up to your breast and spanking, hard.
“Another word out of that smart mouth and I’ll sedate you like last time,” he says it once, and shoves your face away, diverting his attention back to your puffy cunt.
You don’t have time to register what he means by ‘last time’, as two fingers slide inside you this time. You whimper, clenching around them in discomfort, your tits jiggling as you struggle. Fingers leave your hole to pinch at your clit and one of your nipples in tandem, earning Wesker a squeal from your lips.
“Subject is sensitive.” He withdraws his hands for a moment. You don’t have the strength to lift your head and see what he’s doing, but you hear the scribble of a pen on paper.
Warmth returns to your groin, thick fingers rummaging inside you like they’re trying to find something.
“So fucking tight.” He steals a glance at your pained expression, grinning to himself.
Tears prick the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as you try your best to contain them. After a few more minutes of violation, he harshly pulls his fingers out. He stares down at his glove with disgust, wiping your residue on the side of his pants.
He leaves your line of sight, sharp sounds of metal clanking on a table nearby. You shut your eyes tight, tugging at the straps at your wrists one last time to see if you can’t loosen them. Once he comes back into view, he’s holding something.
“No, wait, please,” you stutter without thinking, shaking your head, causing tears to trickle down your face. Instead of being met with anger, you hear a small hmph and then something cold is in your mouth, gagging you.
“Next time, it’ll be my cock,” he warns, wagging his finger in front of your face like you were some disobedient child. He frowns but you can see the mirth in his eyes. “I’m being nice, don’t take advantage of that.”
Your protests die in your throat, alleviating the pain of the ball gag digging into the sides of your mouth. He takes your silence as obedience, dragging a stool to the foot of the examination bed.
“Stay still,” he orders, unbuckling your legs one at a time. He roughly shoves them into stirrups and fastens them there before you can move away.
You try to squeeze your thighs together, the sudden exposure of your lower half leaving you feeling humiliated.
You hear the squeeze of a bottle, and then something wet, hard, and cold enters you. You mewl from behind the gag, body instinctively tensing up around the speculum.
“Relax.” His voice booms from between your legs. “Clench down any more and I won’t be able to conduct my inspection,” he tuts, slowly twisting the crank and opening you up.
Wesker starts humming a simple tune, acting as if he wasn’t violating every sense of your body. He wheels the table full of medical instruments closer, grabbing something off of it and lining it up to your gaping hole.
Something brushes your cervix and you almost pass out from the sudden stimulation. “Please,” you moan around the gag, words inaudible.
This time he ignores you, swirling the tool around your vaginal canal before removing the speculum and turning away dismissively. You hear typing and the sound of pen on paper again, before he glances back at you.
You whimper weakly, brows furrowing upwards in a desperate attempt to beg for mercy. He grabs another tool from the table and settles between your legs once again. You hear a click and then a loud buzzing noise, and he rams the device into your clit.
Your eyes roll so far back into your head it hurts, and your legs start to cramp from how hard you tense your body. Wesker ignores your screams, your thrashing, your cries, and ups the vibration to the highest setting. What was he even inspecting right now?
“I’m surprised Uroboros didn’t reject you,” he shakes his head in faux disappointment, “Such a weak host.” He then angles the vibrator onto your clit so hard you think you see stars. He leans down, breath ghosting your ear. “Such a disappointment.”
All you can do is yelp in response as your pussy flutters from the overbearing sensation, his cruel words somehow bringing you closer to the edge. And unfortunately for you, he notices.
A mean laugh escapes his lips as he leans back for a moment to watch you squirm, not letting up the pressure on your clit. “You can scream rape all you want,” Wesker starts slowly. His voice isn’t any louder than a whisper, but the words scream into your ears. “Deep down you’re just a desperate whore, aren’t you?”
Your brain practically short circuits upon hearing that, your body unable to keep up as white floods your vision. You’re sure a loud sound escapes from your lips and you’re instantly hit with a wave of disgust. It feels like your body’s betrayed you, leaving you dirty and used.
As you come down from your climax, Wesker still holds the vibrator to your overstimulated clit, ripping a scream from your throat. You sob and thrash around, but his hand follows your hips and doesn’t let up.
It isn’t until you’re on the verge of passing out again that he switches the machine off and tosses it to the side. “Don’t think we’re done just yet,” he growls as he stands up, giving your cunt a crude slap. You can’t even react, mind still spinning from the forced orgasm. You hear some rustling, then his presence returns to your side.
Another squeeze of a bottle – which you’ve identified as lube – and something moves to sit at the base of your ass. That snaps you out of your daze. You squirm your hips away from the cold object, clenching around nothing as if that would stop it going inside you.
His free hand wraps around your head, swiftly unbuckling your gag and releasing your pained jaw from its shackle.
“You’re going to beg,” he starts, firmly pressing the metal dildo against you to drive his point harder. “Beg me to fuck your pussy with this or it’s going in your ass.” His red eyes are practically visible through his shades with how close he is to you.
You whimper, shaking your head as you stare up at him. “Please, why can’t you just let me go-”
“Were my instructions unclear?”
“No! No, please just…” You sound like you’re begging for your life, not about to be anally raped by some psychopath. Your shoulders cave and you shut your eyes to save yourself from the embarrassment. Your words come out dejected and broken, “Please… fuck… my pussy.”
You’d half expected him to make you say it again louder, but he just starts laughing. “You want it in your pussy? Are you sure?” he tests, pushing the toy inside, barely able to get past the tight muscle.
“Y-yes! Please fuck my pussy,” you cry out, cheeks burning up with shame.
“What an enthusiastic subject,” he snickers, easing the pressure against your tight ring of muscle. He wipes the contaminated tool and lines it up with your dripping cunt. “Try anything stupid and it’s going in the other hole.”
You nod weakly, bracing and wincing as he thrusts the dildo inside of you. It’s cold and rigid, scraping against your walls in a way that can only be described as torture.
“Look at me,” he orders and you obey. Wesker slowly pulls the toy back before harshly thrusting once more, the tip bruising your cervix. He does this several times, observing the way your face grimaces and how your body tenses up as you anticipate the next plunge.
“If you can’t handle this…” Another sharp punch at your cervix. “I wonder how pathetic you’d look with a real cock inside you.” He wraps a hand at the base of your neck, squeezing. “I doubt you’ve even been fucked properly before, coming undone so easily around a piece of metal. What a waste of such a pretty body.”
The combination of the sloppy thrusts and lack of oxygen to your brain start to build something familiar in your gut. You try to fight it off this time, squeezing your eyes shut and putting your mind elsewhere.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Wesker’s voice slaps you back to the present. His thrusts gain speed and depth, wrist flicking in precise motions as if he were throwing knives.
“I-I’m-” You try to beg him to stop, but his hand squeezes around your neck harder, thumb digging into your carotid.
“Depraved little thing,” he grunts, using your neck as leverage to thrust the toy harder. He crooks it in a way that hits a spot in your pussy you didn’t even know was there, and that does it for you.
You sob, body convulsing and arching against the restraints as he fucks the orgasm out of you.
He mutters a string of curses, turning away to madly type on his computer. Once he returns to your side he slips the toy out of your hole, which is now dripping with your cream.
With a huff, he lets the dildo clatter to the floor, metal sounding in your ears. He stares down at your body for a moment, taking in his ruined work. Your body aches from the assault, your struggling didn’t help. You hear the whoosh of the room’s door opening and familiar footsteps come up to your bedside.
“Clean this mess up and bring the subject back to its cell,” Wesker orders the female from earlier, gesturing vaguely at your body. He gives you one last cold stare before leaving the room.