1 Name: Relyet : 2007-07-04 03:43 [Del]
A new strain: a RE story.
Chapter one:
Tabitha Shaw looked up as the room went silent, the commander had entered. This meant the mission would start soon, which brought a smile to the short woman’s face. She stood up, along with a few of the other soldiers in the room, pulling her gun onto her back again. The same words of caution were given to them, about the ‘new’ zombie threat. The difference between these zombies was always explained to them now, after the incident where a female soldier was found with most of her sexual parts torn open, and filled or covered with ‘dead cum’. The new strain of zombie bacteria left the zombies with an exceptional level of intelligence, and an insane sex drive, mixed with there normal need of human flesh. Tabitha didn’t listen to any of it though. She already had dozens of times. After more cautioning and preparing, they were finally let out of the room, down the hallways to their transportation, a small jet like aircraft that would bring them to a safe spot in the closest infected city, and drop them off, returning a few hours later to pick them up again. A normal sweep, one Tabitha had been on many times before. But this was the first sweep of this city, so she would have to learn a whole new layout again. She spent the flight there studying the available maps, still thinking this would be just another normal sweep.
Tabitha checked her gun once more as she jumping out of the alleyway, her fellow soldiers rushing out in all different directions around her. She steps over debris as she makes her way through a route she planed on the plane. She stepped into an open archway that she knew must have held a gate some time ago. Moving past more debris and junk on the ground, over a makeshift barricade, and into the tall, empty, burned out apartment building, her favorite kind of building to sweep. Because of the danger, of course. She stepped down into the remains of the lobby first, spotting both staircases right away, up and down. She picked down, like she always did, and after checking around the lobby for traces of her targets, she began to descend the soft carpeted stairs, into the apartments basement.
The beam of light from the mounted flashlight on her assault rifle swept around the cold basement, past a closed steel door on the left, then some old dust covered machines, for heating and cooling most likely, and an elevator. She didn’t worry about the light attracting anything without her knowing because the zombies may be ‘smart’, but they weren’t smart enough to sneak, or ambush, or use tactics like she could. She moved the beam around again, looking around the stairs as she stepped farther into the basement. Near the back of the room, behind the stairs, she could see a bunch of garbage cans, and some limbs around them. She knew one or more of the creatures had been here now, and went to look around the room again. But as she did her trained eye caught something. She stepped towards the cans, studying the limbs. The closest, an arm, had been ripped off just in the middle of the upper arm. But it hadn’t been ripped. The flesh wasn’t left in shreds around the site where the arm had been removed. Instead, the arm had a clean cut all the way around it, a perfect circle, looking more like it had been amputated, by a pro no less. She stood up, suddenly getting an uneasy feeling about being down here. She slowly swept her light around the room again. Past the elevator, then the machines, and the steel door standing open. She froze in her spot. The light shone brightly on the door. It had been closed when she entered, she had been sure of that. She knew something was wrong, and made a move to spin around and bolt up the stairs. The movement was never finished, as a bright green gloved hand landed over her mouth, and she felt a sharp jab in her arm. Darkness quickly swept in around her, and the last thing she remembered before totally losing herself in the darkness, was that as she took a breath through her nose, she realized the gloves reminded her of a doctors office. Then she was out.
5 Name: Relyet : 2007-07-10 04:04 [Del]
Chapter two:
Tabitha awoke pretty much the way she thought she would. She was held down to a table, arms and legs spread, naked. She heaved a heavy sigh and opened her eyes, looking at a stone ceiling, a few of those long, rectangular fluorescent lights glaring down at her, filling her ears with that annoying hum. Before she was noticed she decided to get a grip on her situation. A few small tugs on her arms and legs showed her she was held down by thick metal rings welded to the table. She also felt sore all over, and her chest ached like something heavy was sitting on it. Then a voice rang out. A voice distorted by something, sounded like a mask of some type.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh, you are awake! Wonderful timing!”
A face came into view, long shaggy black hair hanging over it, the skin behind it a chalky white-grey mix. And one of the eyes was not white, but black, the iris a sickly green color. His mouth was covered with a white medical mask, with a grin painted on it.
“I will be your doctor today; you may just call me… The Doctor, how does that sound?”
Her answer was a low groan, her lips felt too heavy to open. He gave a laugh, but something about it sounded wrong.
“I did not quite catch that; you will have to speak up dear”
He laughed again, and his head was gone. But Tabitha could still hear The Doctor laughing as he moves away from her.
“I must say dear, your first surgery went so well, one of my best patients so far. Normally breast enlargement is a tricky thing, but not if you know a few… shortcuts.”
Another insane laugh, as well as thousands of questions, filled her head. She heard him snap his fingers, and hears the sound of bare feet walking across the stone floor, to another room.
“The hard part is finding a donor, really. The one we found was not exactly keen on participating, but once I convinced her it was for the good of medical science, well... she had no choice but to comply.”
She heard wheels squeaking as something was moved into the room, and she also heard muffled moaning and screaming. And she felt movement as her head was lifted up by a moving part of the bed. She could see the wall across from her bed now, where The Doctor stood. And her breasts came into view. This was wrong, because her breast were not that big, there was no way she would be able to see this much of them from this angle. And they were off color; she knew her skin wasn’t that light a color. Everything was wrong about this. Then, it got worse. A woman who she could only see from the back, dressed in a nurse outfit, pulled a table on wheels into her vision, against the wall. When she turned Tabitha managed to get her lips to open to allow a shocked and disgusted gasp out. The woman’s eyes were gone, completely, leaving nothing but dark bloody sockets. She could see bits of tissue and globs of a white substance she didn’t want to guess the origin of. The Doctor heard her gasp and his voice took on a forced sounding sad and hurt tone.
“Aww, come now dear, you do not want to upset Alice do you? She was right there by your side during the whole operation.” She couldn’t answer him, just kept starring at the empty sockets. The Doctor sighed.
“So rude… Well, we will take care of that mouth of yours later.” He interrupted himself with another laugh before continuing.
“But now I want you to say hello to Miss Tonya, I believe you know her.”
He pressed something on the other table and flipped the bed upward, so it was standing vertically, and another gasp forcing its way out. The woman on the table was chained down like she was, but gagged by a cloth tied around her head. But this wasn’t what drew the gasp out of her. What did was the mess across her chest where her breasts should have been. A bloody red mess, two large circles, not very cleanly cut. Flaps and little remains of the skin were left hanging all around them, and the woman had her own empty eye sockets like Alice did. But the way they still dripped blood showed they were taken out recently. The Doctor began speaking again, while she was still stunned.
“Miss Tonya was at first opposed to the operations, and she too was rude to Alice. So, I killed two birds with one stone, as you would say, and did some convincing.”
Tabitha was finally regaining her composure a little, but it wouldn’t last. The Doctor walked to her bed again and pressed something, and her head began to move again. She could see more of the room, the table she was on, her body, and her breasts. Her breasts that were not hers. She could see the stitches, the fine black lines that held them to her chest, and the change of skin color was enough to push away any doubts. The Doctor’s painted grin seemed to grow.
“You see, I know what I want in my queen, and you had most, but not all, of it. Now, for some, that would be a problem, but for someone like me?”
He laughed again and leaned close to her face, and Tabitha could make out the smell of dead things all over him, and it made her gag.
“For someone like me, these problems only give me more opportunity to have fun.”
He stood back up, Tabitha taking in heavy gasps of air. He reached out and ran his green gloved hand over her breasts. When Tabitha found she could feel the light caressing, she knew she was not in the hands of any mere madman. He had removed her barely existent a-cup breasts and successfully replaced them with the c-cup breast of... some other woman from her squad. She recognized Tonya, remembered bumping into her a few times while training. And now… now her breasts were on her chest. These thoughts made her begin to sob, watching an insane man rub breasts on her chest that didn’t belong to her, while she was trapped, held to a table with no idea where she was, or what was going to happen to her. The Doctor walked away from her bed, leaving her to sob, and Alice, the nurse with no eyes, came and stood by her side, as if watching her. Impossible as that would seem. Tabitha heard The Doctor’s voice from a far corner of the room now.
“I am sure you are wondering what happened to your old breasts now. You obviously must have been quite… attached to them”
He again laughed at his own horrible joke before continuing.
“Well, I have them right here, you may say goodbye if you would like.”
He walked back to her, holding in his hands her breasts, two soft cream colored lumps of flesh. Tabitha only sobbed and sniffled and looked over at them, then up at him. He looked back, that painted grin making her want to get as far away from this place as possible. After a short while he spoke again, lifting her old breasts up a little.
“All done saying goodbye?”
She looked up, the question of what he meant forming on her lips, but he answered before she spoke anyway.
“Good, Alice dear? Hold this for me.”
He dropped one of the severed breasts into Alice’s waiting hands, and then lifted the other up higher in his hands, Tabitha’s eyes following it.
The Doctor’s other hand came up, grabbing the top of his mask, and pulled it down around his neck. Tabitha gasped again and gagged a little. The Doctor had no cheeks, or they were not whole cheeks anymore at least. The skin that would normally cover his teeth on both sides, and form his mouth, was torn and gone. Little bits of dangling red tissue and muscle hung over his teeth, all of which could clearly be seen. This gave him his own frightening eternal grin, though most people would prefer the painted one to this one. He opened his mouth, his demented smile growing, and took in a deep breath, holding the breast to his own face.
“Ahhhhhh… The fresh air always tastes so good… Now, I hope you do not mind if I eat in front of you, but I am rather hungry.”
Tabitha watched in horror and fear as he leaned out and took a huge bite out of her breast, closing his teeth with a snap, and pulling back, making her watch the skin and insides of her breast stretch and snap. He made loud sounds similar to a satisfied groan as he chewed and swallowed.
“Mmm, I must say dear, I find you delicious. Mmm, yes, it will be hard to resist eating the other one too.”
He stopped to take another long bite, moaning in almost sexual tones. After he swallowed again, he began explaining once more.
“But I must, that other one I am saving, for you dear.”
He ginned his grin down at Tabitha, and his words made her shake, convulse with fear and sickness, and cough up a little cold vomit onto her chest. The Doctor laughed madly, his mouth opening horribly wide.
“Hah, I never took you for the faint of heart type. Never the less, I am afraid that will not stop me. That boob is going in your belly, one way or another. But I can tell this had been enough excitement for one day.”
He bit off another bit of her breast and nodded to Alice.
“Alice? Would you be a good girl and help our patient get some sleep?”
Tabitha felt another jab in her arm and began to fade again. The last thing she saw was The Doctor put the last of her breast in his mouth and chew it up.
