This is a make believe story about make believe characters.

Same warning goes here that I gave for the first Dark Night story.



Resident Evil : Dark Night 2 - Girls' Night Out
(Mg, FF, Fg, rape, pedo, snuff, necro, mutil, viol) 
by Big Red Dope (bigreddope@hotmail.com)



Sherry Birkin was keeping busy playing video games on one of her
father's computers in his underground lab that lay below Raccoon City City
Hall.  She was clueless as to the carnage pilfering through the streets
above, and all she knew was that she heard a loud booming noise while she
was sitting at home watching TV.  She and her mother, Annette, quickly
walked through the underground passage way that led from their home to her
father William's lab.

Life was anything, but ordinary for Sherry.  Two weeks ago her mother
withdrew her from school, and she was no longer allowed to go outside to
play or even to have her friends come over.  Sherry got on the phone once
to call best bud Sara, but her mother screamed at her when she saw her on
the phone.  Before tonight Sherry couldn't even say for sure how her
parents got food into the house since she never saw them leave through the
front door anymore, but she was a respectful and mindful child and never
questioned or disobeyed them.

As crazy and unusual as life was sometimes, tonight was far different
than any other that Sherry could remember.  First there was the loud
explosion she heard.  When she asked her mother what that sound was she was
told to hush and that they were going to visit father's lab.  Annette led
Sherry down into the house's basement where a secret door underneath a pile
of boxes was opened and led into a tunnel that Sherry had never seen
before. It was at least ten minutes of walking before Sherry and her mother
came to a ladder that led up.  Annette was the first to climb since a door
at the top had to be opened.

On the other side of the door Sherry was surprised and a little
frightened to see her mother withdraw a pistol she was hiding in her
labcoat.  Sherry knew her parents were scientists working for a company
called Umbrella, but that's all she knew.  Within the last month she
noticed that her father was gone almost all the time and her mother was
gone quite a bit as well.  Sherry many times was left to baby-sit and feed
herself, and although she was only twelve she was confident about being
able to take care of herself.  It was something her parents drilled into
her.  Lately though she had become worried about her parents because the
few times she did seem them they seemed very nervous and anxious and
started to look very unkept.

Sherry watched nervously as Annette loaded her pistol and the two of
them huddled together closely in the small room.  Annette jumped at every
little sound and Sherry held her hands over her ears waiting for the gun to
go off, but it never did.  There were several minutes of nervous twitching
by Annette, but she calmed down and after fifteen minutes of waiting the
door to the small room was opened and William entered.

"Daddy!" Sherry shouted running and hugging her father.

"Hiya sweetheart, how're you and mommy doing?" William asked picking up
his daughter and kissing her on the cheek.

"Mom's acting all nervous right now, but we're ok."

"Sherry's exaggerating.  I'm fine, but we heard the explosion.  What's
going on?" Annette asked as she kissed her husband.

"We should have left Raccoon City weeks ago before it was infested with
zombies.  The mansion's been destroyed, and who knows what's loose now,"
William explained as they walked down a dark damp corridor towards his lab.

"Zombies?" Sherry said nervously.  "So it is true!  That's why you
wouldn't let me watch the news!"

"Don't worry about it honey.  The zombies are far away so they can't get
to us.  We're leaving the city tonight, so you have nothing to worry
about," William assured his daughter.  "Why don't you go play on the
computer?" He watched as Sherry sat down at a computer terminal and began
to play a pinball game.

"Who knows how bad it is up there?  How are we getting out?" Annette
asked.

"I'm going to call Chief Irons now.  I talked to him last week and he
said that when and if we needed help to call him.  He'd send some officers
down to assist us."

"How do we know he's not dead already or working for Umbrella?  Up until
the breakout they were hounding you for your work.  Irons could be working
for them!"

"Trust me hon.  Chief Irons is working for himself.  If he's doing
anything with Umbrella it's for his own personal gain and not theirs.
Besides, if there is anyone to worry about it's that woman who's been
snooping around the city for the last month."

"You mean Ada Wong?  Is she still here?"

"I saw here wandering around the mansion earlier tonight through one of
my security cameras.  Not that I'm worried, but if she got out of the
mansion before it exploded and she had any files on her, she could drag us
all down."

"Even if she did escape the mansion the town's over run by zombies.
There's no way for her to get out alive."

"Hang this around Sherry's neck while I call Irons," William said
handing Annette a red pendant.  Annette walked to where her daughter played
games on the computer while William flipped open his cell phone to call the
chief of police.

"Irons here."

"This is Birkin.  We're taking you up on your offer."

"What offer?"

"What do you mean what offer?  You told me if we needed your help to
call and you'd help us.  In case you haven't notice this town is overrun by
zombies and that loud boom you heard?  It was the god damn mansion blowing
up so who knows what else is loose."

"Look William I'd really like to help you, but all of my officers are
dead and I'm here alone.  You should have left when you had the chance."

"I had no choice!  Umbrella's been hounding me to get the virus
finished!"

"And I let you and Umbrella set up your labs here in town!  Now I won't
even get to spend the money I made!"

William heard a phone slam down on the other end and the line went dead.
He gathered up some papers and cushioned test tubes and stuck them in a
large briefcase.  He retrieved a shotgun that was hanging on a wall and
removed a box of ammo that was sitting in a desk drawer.

"What's going on?" Annette asked concerned.

"There's been a slight change in plans, so we'll have to get to the car
ourselves.  There's an underground parking ground for City Hall near here.
I've had a car kept in there just in case."

"But there are zombies everywhere!  We can't fight them all!"

"Look Annette they may or may not have made it all the way down into the
garage yet.  There's a chance they haven't yet so the guns may not be
necessary.  You've got your pistol, and there's another in the desk where
you're at now with some extra ammunition.  Just get it out and--"

Without warning the main door to the lab burst open and three armed and
camoflauaged men entered.  William immediately recognized them as part of
Umbrella's special ops team.

"What do you people want?!?" William screamed at the gunmen.

"Give us the samples and the info," one of them answered stepping
forward.

"Forget it!  You're damn company wouldn't leave me alone to work on my
research and now even when the city is overrun by your god damn creations
you still have the gall to ask for my work!"

"Give us the virus and the information now Mr.  Birkin.  This is your
final warning."

"Annette, get Sherry and leave now."

"NO!  I'm going to stay with you!"

"No Annette, take Sherry and leave!"

Without warning the three gunmen opened fire on William.  He fell to the
floor knocking his briefcase open.

"NO!  WILLIAM!" Annette screamed running to her fallen husband's side.
"You bastards!"

The gunman who had stepped forward and did all the talking rummaged
through the contents of the briefcase before putting everything back in and
closing it.

"We've got what we need, let's go!" He called out.  The Umbrella agents
left without anymore words leaving Annette crying and grieving as her
husband died in her arms.  Sherry stood away several feet with shock
written all over face.

"Mama, is daddy going to be alright?"

"Sherry, go to the police station.  You'll be safe there.  When I fix up
dad we'll met you there."

"But--"

"Just go Sherry!"

Sherry hesitated for a moment then ran towards the same hidden
passageway that she had just come through earlier.  William shakily reached
into his labcoat pocket and pulled out a capped syringe.

"Leave me here Annette.  I'll be alright.  Take care of Sherry, she's in
danger," William puffed as he injected the clear contents of the syringe
into his arm.

"I sent her to the police station.  She'll be ok."

"No she won't...  And neither will you if you don't leave me now..."

William's body started to violently convulse and shake.  His mouth
opened wide as a screeching yell escaped.  His body started to mutant and
transform into something very grotesque and muscular.  As her husband's
body changed Annette started to fear for her life, knowing nothing about
the mutation happening to her husband.  She got to her feet and ran in the
same direction that Sherry had gone looking back to watch as William's now
deformed body sat up and climbed to it's feet.

"Oh my god, he's turned himself into Tyrant!" Annette's heart sank as
she realized what William had just done.

Sherry's quickness was all that saved her from becoming dinner for the
slow lumbering zombies as she emerged from her house and made her way
through back alley ways of the city trying to get to the police department.
She found the station locked but a nearby window was open.  With a running
start she jumped up grabbing onto the ledge and pulled herself inside.  The
station was empty for the most part except for a few zombies, and Sherry
easily avoided those running past them.

Sherry wandered aimlessly through out the station trying to find any
kind of help, but there was none.  She was becoming very scared and unsure
of what to do next.  She was about to turn around and run when she spotted
a door on the second floor with a nameplate that read Chief Irons.  That
being a name Sherry sort of remembered her parents talking about she slowly
opened the door and peeked inside.

Sherry's eyes opened wide in awe as she saw the Chief stroking the
golden hair of a female lying on his desk and was talking to her.  The
female wasn't talking back nor was she moving.  Sherry spotted the large
red spot on the girl's white dress and knew what it was.

"Why don't you come in already and shut the door?"

"Aaah!" Sherry jumped as Irons suddenly spoke to her without so much as
even moving his attention away from the dead girl.

"Hurry up Sherry or you'll let the zombies in and we'll be eaten."

"How do you know my name?" Sherry asked timidly shutting the door slowly
walking towards Chief Irons who sat behind his desk.  Chief Irons pushed
the body off his desk and turned his attention toward the living girl.

"I know all about you.  You're father and I are very close friends.
Although I take partial blame for the mess the city is in it's his research
that led to everyone turning into zombies and eating each other."

"You're a liar!  My daddy would never do that!"

"Whether you think I am or not I don't care.  It doesn't mean anything
right now.  Though I'm curious as to why you've come here all by yourself.
If you're parents really loved you you'd all be gone by now."

"Some guys broke into my father's lab and shot him and took his
briefcase."

"I'd figured they do it before now, but they got what they wanted."

"Please you've got to come with me and help my father!  He's dying!"

"Not if I know him like I think I do.  Tell me Sherry, did your father
put anything in the briefcase before it was taken?"

"I think he put some papers and some sort of tubes in it."

"Then it's as I thought."

"Please come help my dad!"

"I can't Sherry, but I can give you something to give him that'll make
him feel all better," Irons said opening a desk drawer.

"What is it?" She asked walking to his side.

Without warning Chief Irons grabbed Sherry by the neck and slammed her
back hard into his desk.  He ripped off her white top exposing her braless
flat chest and tore away the blue skirt and white panties she wore.  Her
red pendant fell to the floor.  He slapped her once and quickly dropped his
pants and underwear.  Sherry's eyes bugged out as Chief Iron's seven-inch
dick sprung and flopped around under its own girth.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING???  STOP IT!" Sherry screamed.

With a firm grip still around Sherry's neck Irons straddled her small
body and forced his prick into her face.  She refused to open her mouth and
Irons slapped her again.  Sherry cried out and tears were already starting
to build up in her eyes.  She closed her mouth when Irons tried to force
his prick into it, and he slapped both sides of her face simultaneously.

As Sherry's mouth opened when she cried out, Iron's grabbed a handful of
the little girl's hair and jammed his member into her mouth.  Sherry gagged
as the bulbous head of Iron's cock pressed down into her throat.  Irons
began to forcefully plunge his dick in and out of Sherry's mouth.  She
choked and gagged and started to hyperventilate and not taking in enough
air.  Laughing hysterically pulled out of Sherry's mouth as tears swelled
up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks.

"Why...  Why are you doing this to me?" Sherry asked balling.

"Shut up you little cunt!  We're all going to die in this god-forsaken
town, so what does it matter?"

Irons slapped the girl again leaving his handprint on her face.
Sherry's lips quivered and tears of agony were streamed down her face, but
she did not say a word.  Not until she felt Chief Irons' tongue spread her
slit apart and slither inside.

"Oh my god no!  What're you doing?  Please stop!"

Sherry's cries for mercy went unanswered as the Chief continued to suck
on her bare pussy.  Her whimpers turned into full-blown screams of terror
as she felt fingers protrude into her private area.  Sherry had only used
that area to pee with and as the fingers flickered in and out her privates
experienced something foreign and it scared her.

"NO!  NO!  Please don't!" Sherry screamed at the ever-increasing pace of
the man's finger speed.  Chief Irons pulled his fingers out of Sherry's
pussy and slapped her yet again, before shoving them down into her mouth.

"Suck my fingers clean!  Do it you little bitch or I'll kill you!" Irons
screamed maniacally at the top of his lugs.  "You daddy is dead and your
slut mother probably is too!" He pulled his fingers from Sherry's mouth and
dried them off with her hair.  "You'll soon be joining them!"

Standing straight up with an erection protruding Chief Irons dragged
Sherry's body towards him by the ankles.  She kicked and screamed at the
vile man and the act he was about to perform.  Sherry watched the news
before.  She was no moronand knew what he was about to do.  Her attention
was diverted to the pain in her stomach caused by Irons fist that just
punched it.  Then as that pain subsided another formed.

Sherry cried screaming in misery as the Chief thrust his seven-inch
prick deep into her little body.  The breaking of her hymen with the lack
of any gentleness or preparation shot pain to all reaches of Sherry's body.
She began to cry hysterically, though Chief Irons seemed to pay no
attention to the sounds she made.

He seemed content with a maniacal smile and look in his eye with just
forcing his cock as deep into Sherry as possible.  Nevermind the fact that
he was almost reaching into her womb with his size and that she was in
agony.  The sweet feel of her tight pussy around his shaft and his balls
slapping against her ass was all he cared about.  Irons always thought that
Sherry was a cute girl, but never had the chance to act on it.  Now with
the town overrun by monsters and everyone dead, he took great joy in
stealing the girl's innocence.

With one last push into Sherry's tiny opening Irons grunted as he
ejaculated sending his semen into the girl.  Sherry was screaming and
crying to no end and Irons slumped over her body in relieved exhaustion.

As he stood up a demonic smile formed over his face.  Irons flipped
Sherry onto her stomach and spread her ass cheeks apart pushing his face
in. Sherry began screaming again as he began to tongue her asshole.  Chief
Irons laughed and played with Sherry pushing a finger into her anus down to
the knuckle.

"You think it hurt before when I raped your pussy, your ass is going to
hurt a whole lot more!" The Chief placed his cock head at the entrance of
Sherry's butt and listened to her scream in anticipation when he teased her
by rubbing his prick up and down her butthole.

"Please don't!  Please stop!" Sherry begged in vain.

"Let me think about it... Um...  No."

"Listen to the girl and stop," a familiar voice said.  Chief Irons
looked up at the doorway and recognized the blue S.T.A.R.S.  uniform.

"Valentine!  I thought you were dead!" Irons roared pulling up his
pants.

"No, but the others are.  Wesker did his job, so he deserves all the
thanks, though I don't think he's in any shape to received your
congratulations."

"What're you talking about?  I had nothing to do with Wesker!"

"Oh...  Well my head just won't be as clear when I kill you then." Jill
said removing her pistol from its holster.

"Kill me?" Irons laughed.  "We're all going to die anyways!  This town
is over run by zombies if you haven't noticed!"

"I've done ok for myself, I just don't want you to become one of them.
It'd be an insult to the undead everywhere."

Jill shot Chief Irons once in the shoulder and he fell backwards into
his chair screaming in pain.  She took some handcuffs from a drawer in the
Chief's desk and handcuffed his arms behind the chair.

"You stupid bitch!  You shot me!"

"Shut up!" Jill screamed punching Irons in the face.  She turned her
attention to Sherry who was still lying on the desk and whimpering as her
eyes switched back and forth between the Chief and Jill.  "Are you ok?
What's your name?"

"Who...  Who are you?" Sherry asked slowly sitting up on the desk.

"My name's Jill.  What's yours?"

"I'm...  I'm Sherry.  Some men shot my daddy and I came here to get some
help, but he..." Sherry covered her eyes with her hands as she started to
cry.  Jill looked around and found Sherry's clothes picking them up off the
floor.  She handed them back to Sherry who dressed.

"Here are your clothes Sherry.  The Chief is sorry he hurt you.  Aren't
you Chief Irons?"

"Fuck you Valentine and fuck the girl!  Her father is responsible for
this mess!  He couldn't control the god damn virus he created!"

Sherry hopped off the desk and started tugging at Jill's shirt.

"Let's go Jill, we have to save my mom and dad!"

"We will in a minute.  Tell me something Sherry, how does this man make
you feel?" Jill asked as she cut off Chief Irons' shirt with her knife.

"What do you mean?"

"Standing here now and looking at him, how are feeling?  Happy, sad,
angry, nervous?"

"I'm scared of him Jill...  He raped me and...  He said he'd kill me..."
Sherry confessed as tears started filling up in her eyes.

"How do you know about rape?"

"I've heard about it on the news.  My parents didn't want me watching
it, but when they were gone I did what I wanted."

"Give me a break!"

"Shut up Irons!" Jill roared rearing back and punching him square in the
nose.

"Jill no!" Sherry screamed.

"What's wrong Sherry?"

"He'll try to kill us if you keep hitting him."

"No he won't because he's not going to get away.  He's a very bad man,
and he deserves to be punished."

"What're those red spots on your clothes?"

"Those are other bad people that I had to kill tonight."

"You've killed people???"

"Only the bad ones who deserved it Sherry."

"Wait a second.  Wesker didn't blow up the mansion did he?  You killed
the rest of your team and blew it up yourself didn't you?" Chief Irons
blurted out.

"Won't you fucking listen??  I said shut up!" Jill shouted picking up a
paperweight off Irons' desk and striking him in the head with it.  Irons
slumped into his chair unconscious.

"Are you going to kill Chief Irons' too?" Sherry asked.

"No, you are."

"Me?!?  I...  I can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because I can't.  Mom and dad always said violence wasn't the answer.
Besides I'm only twelve...  I just can't..."

"Ironic," Jill muttered.  "Listen Sherry age doesn't matter.  Irons
raped and almost killed you even though you're only twelve right?"

"Yeah..."

"You have to fight back and kill him Sherry.  He's a perverted and
devious man.  I doubt he'd be able to get out of the city alive, but if he
did he could do the same thing he did to you to another girl.  He-- What's
this?" Jill said noticing the red pendant on the floor.

"My pendant!  It was a gift from my parents, it's the most important
thing I have!"

"What's this inside?"

"I don't know.  My mother had it before she put it around my neck
tonight."

Jill turned the pendant over in her hands and found a tiny button next
to where the chained connected to it.  The pendant open flipped opened
seemingly without a hinge and Jill removed a tiny vile from it.  It had a
tiny screw cap and appeared to contain the same green liquid that Wesker
had injected her with.

"I know what this is.  It's medicine.  Drink it," Jill said opening the
vile and handing it to Sherry.

"Why didn't my mom say anything about it?" Sherry asked before
swallowing the green stuff.

"I'm not sure, maybe they didn't want the Chief to steal it from you.
How do you feel?"

"I don't know.  My body burns and my head hurts a bit."

At that moment Irons moaned and cursed as he regained consciousness.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Chief Irons yelled enraged.

"Tsk, tsk.  Still the same belligerent fool," Jill smirked.

"Jill give me your knife," Sherry said calmly taking the knife from her.

"Sherry what're you doing?"

"Like you said, from what I saw coming here, I doubt he'll get out
alive, but I'm making sure Chief Irons doesn't do this to any one else."

"Sherry what're you doing?  What'll your father and mother think?" Irons
said trying to sound tough as Sherry stared him down coldly wielding the
large knife.

"My father is dead thanks to you, and may God bless my mother where ever
she is."

Chief Irons screamed emphatically as Sherry plunged the knife into his
belly.  As she had seen done before on t.v.  nature shows Sherry began to
saw through his torso from his belly to his neck.  Irons passed out from
the sight of blood squirting and spilling from his body as he was cut open.

Jill recognized the look on Sherry's face as one she had had when she
killed Rebecca.  Sherry was almost completely emotionless and undaunted by
Irons' blood splashing onto her as she made two cuts to the sides of Irons'
body from the ends of the initial cut.  Nor was she bothered by Chief
Irons' innards spilling out onto the floor due the lack of a solid wall of
flesh.

Jill would have given anything to hear the Chief scream, but for
Sherry's first kill it was impressive she thought.  Suddenly Sherry dropped
the knife and fell to the floor clutching her head.  Jill recognized this
too, but didn't know what to do when Sherry passed out.

"Ooooh...  Jill...  My head hurts..." Sherry moaned squirming on the
floor.  For once since the injection Jill was filled with something other
than a thirst for death.

"Shh...  Don't worry Sherry.  The pain will go away soon.  It's happened
to me too," Jill reassured Sherry kneeling next to her.

"Oh my god.  What the hell happened here?"

Jill put away her knife and unholstered her pistol standing and pointing
it in the direction of the voice.

"Who the hell are you?  ANSWER ME!"

"Whoa!  Calm down!  I've been fighting zombies all night.  I'm just glad
I finally found some humans."

"Who are you I said."

"My name's Claire Redfield.  I'm here looking for my brother."

"Your brother?  He wouldn't be Chris would he?"

"Yes he is!  You must be Jill, he's told me about you a few times when
we've talked."

Sherry slowly stood up with her hand to her forehead still acting a bit
woozy.

"I wish I could stay and chat, but I'm on my way out.  The chief tried
to rape Sherry, and things got a little messy.  You best be leaving Raccoon
City too."

"Do you know where my brother is?"

"God damn stupid bitch!  Leave the town already!  Do you really want me
to kill you!" The voices inside Sherry's head start to rage and storm as
she stared at Claire.  The young girl became confused and couldn't
understand why she had this urge to hurt Claire, but she liked it and it
was easily taking over her head.

"I know where he is!" Sherry suddenly exclaimed.  "I thought he was a
zombie so I ran here for help, but I saw him in my father's lab."

"Are you sure?" Jill asked.

"Yes I'm sure, I saw the S.T.A.R.S.  uniform he was wearing.  I'm
positive it was him," Sherry said winking at Jill.

"Great then let's go find him and get out of this town!"

With the weapons that Claire and Jill were armed with getting back to
the Birkin's house was an easy enough task for the three.  Not that it was
all that difficult Sherry noticed since the zombies almost seemed to go out
of their way to keep away from the humans.  Even the undead dogs they came
across neither barked nor growled.  Back at her house Sherry led Jill and
Claire through the tunnel and up the ladder to the small room where she and
her mother had waited for her father earlier that night.

As the three reached the top of the ladder a single gunshot could be
heard.  Flashes of her humanity momentarily re-entered Sherry's mind and
she took off running to the lab.  Her feet screeched to a halt when she
came upon an ugly scene.  Annette was on the floor dead with a single
gunshot to the head.  A man dressed in an R.C.P.D.  uniform stood over the
body holding a smoking gun.

"Mother!" Sherry screamed running to the side of Annette's dead body.
She leaned over her mother's body clutching it as she started crying.

"What the hell did you kill her mother for?" Jill growled pointing her
gun at the man.

"Jill calm down!" Claire pleaded.  "It's Leon!  He's with the police
department!  He's a good guy, I'm sure he had a reason!"

"What did you kill my mother for?!?" Sherry screamed turning her
attention to Leon.  She got up and started to pound on him, but he quickly
moved away.

"What did you kill her for?!?" Jill asked again.

"The crazy bitch bit me!  She was screaming about me stealing her
husbands work!"

"So she wasn't a zombie?"

"I don't know!  She was trying to kill me though!"

"NO!" Claire screamed as Jill fired two shots at Leon.  One struck him
in the leg and the other in the shoulder.  Leon fell to the floor cursing.

Jill turned and punched Claire square on the nose breaking it and
knocking her to her ass.

"Sherry come here!" Jill beckoned.  "You ever see one of these used
before?" She asked handing Sherry her gun.

"Yeah."

"Good.  If Claire moves an inch shoot her!"

"But I want to shoot Leon instead!  He killed my mother!"

"We'll get to him in time, but for now just watch Claire."

"Ok."

Like she had done to Chief Irons, Jill used Leon's own handcuff's to sit
him in a chair and handcuff him to it.  She then took her knife and
skewered his left eye with it and listening to him scream as she pulled it
out.  Jilll pulled the eyeball off the tip of the blade and dropped it onto
the floor squishing it under her foot.

"You still have one good eye so enjoy the show," Jill smiled kissing
Leon on the cheek as he continued to mutter and grimace in pain.

"Jill how about we take them back to my house?  There's more room to
play with there," Sherry asked smiling.

"Hmm...  I think you're right," Jill replied.  "Keep watching Claire for
the moment."

Jill walked back towards Leon and uncuffed him from the chair.  As soon
as his hands were free Leon got up swinging at Jill, but she was easily
able to dodge the punch.  She returned the favor with two quick punches to
his stomach.  As he bent over out of air Jill picked up the chair Leon was
just sitting in and smashed across his back shattering it.  Leon slumped to
the ground in a heap and Jill sat on his right arm pinning it to the
ground.

"Don't you ever try to hit a lady again!" Jill growled as she snapped
back each finger on Leon's right hand breaking them.

"OH SHIT!  YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Leon screamed his hand throbbing in pain.

"Why don't you guys cut the macho bullshit out?  It doesn't do you any
good," Jill calmly said flipping Leon's hand over onto its backside and
stabbing him in the palm piercing the tip of the blade into the floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you?  This is insane!" Claire screamed.
She cried out when Sherry pulled the trigger and a bullet struck her in the
leg.

"She moved!" Sherry quickly blurted.

"I know I know.  I just can't understand why people do things after
you've warned them not to.  Now get to your fucking feet Leon!"

With his good hand Leon managed to push himself up into a sitting
position and used a nearby desk to help him stand up.  Jill, Sherry,
Claire, and Leon made their way the underground passage that lead to
Sherry's house.  Traversing the ladders proved to be a bit difficult for
both Claire and Leon, but after a bit everyone managed climb up into the
basement of the house.

Leon was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed in Sherry's bedroom.
Claire was taken into the master bedroom room where Jill cut up the bed
sheets and tied Claire's arms and legs to the posts of the four corners of
the bed.  Jill used her knife to cut away Claire's clothes

"Why are you doing this to me?  What's wrong with you?" Claire cried as
Jill and Sherry looked at her emotionless.

"She's crying quite a bit don't you think Sherry?" Jill asked.

"Yes I do Jill, and as my daddy said to my mother once while he was
drunk, if you're going to cry then let me give you something to cry about."

Sherry climbed onto the bed and slid near Claire's leg that she shot.
She poked the wound and examined it.  Claire screamed as Sherry forced her
index and middle fingers into the wound swirling them around looking for
the bullet.

"Shut up Claire, I've seen this on t.v.  many times.  If you want us to
help you then you're going to have to be quiet," Sherry then punched her
fist into the gunshot wound tearing it wide open shoving her hand all the
way in.  The room and indeed the house filled with Claire's unnerving
screams as Sherry's small fingers and hand scoured the insides of her leg
for the bullet.

"Sherry look at the other side of Claire's leg," Jill interrupted.

"Why?"

"Because I think the shot might have been a clean one.  In one side and
out the other." Sherry removed her bloody hand and lifted up Claire's leg
high enough to look.

"You're right Jill.  I guess I was looking for nothing."

"Please stop!  Please...  Why are you doing this?" Claire pleaded tears
forming in her eyes.

"Why do anything?" Jill replied climbing onto the bed softly kissing
Claire on the lips as she straddled her stomach.  "This is fun and it turns
me on.  You're a good looking girl, but you talk too much."

Claire screamed bloody murder as Jill brought the knife to her face.
Her body throbbed violently and Claire couldn't do anything, but scream
silently as Jill's blade sliced through both of her cheeks.  With one hand
on her upper jaw and the other on the lower jaw Jill violently pried
Claire's mouth apart to give her enough room to slide her hand and knife
into Claire's mouth and cut out her tongue.  Blood squirted from Claire's
mouth splattering onto Jill's already stained uniform.

"You see the mess you made?" Jill asked sarcastically pointing to the
new bloodstains.  "Now I know you're thinking that my uniform was already
stained, but that's not the point.  Hey Sherry, help me with something.
There were three evils.  One was speak no evil, what were the other two?"

Jill got no response, but heard enthusiastic moans behind her.  She
turned around and saw Sherry eating out Claire.

"Sherry!" Jill shouted.

"What?" She replied looking up at Jill annoyed.

"Where the hell did you learn that?"

"I walked in on daddy watching dirty movies once.  Watching you cut out
Jill's tongue made me feel all weird inside, and I couldn't help myself."

"Ok fine, but help me with something.  There's speak no evil and two
others.  What are they?"

"See no evil and hear no evil.  My father used to be a big fan of that
saying."

"Thanks kid, now get back to what you were doing." Jill smiled widely
watching Sherry's tongue start to slither up and down Claire's pussy again.
She then turned her attention back to Claire.  "Now that you've seen the
mess you made on my uniform, I'm going to have to punish you."

Claire's eyes grew to the size of half-dollars at the realization of
what Jill's statement meant and at the fact that knife was inching closer
and closer to her eyes.  Had Claire still had a tongue the scream she would
have let out may have been as horrific if not worse than the one she let
out when Jill first brought the knife to her face or when Sherry managed to
force her entire hand into her leg.  But having no tongue Claire was the
only one to fully realize the pain and agony she was going through as Jill
violently jabbed her knife into each of Claire's eyes before plucking them
out.

Mute and now blind Claire could feel a combination of puss and blood and
other nasty material flow from her wounds.  She could also hear Jill taunt
and laugh at her.  Perhaps almost as disgusting as Jill's disfigurement of
Claire's face, Claire could feel Jill inch back towards her face and hear
her tell Sherry to get undressed and climb on the bed.

If not for her lack of sight and intense facial pain Claire would have
seen how Jill took great pleasure in watching Sherry strip then propped her
legs over her shoulders with Sherry's head in Claire's lap.  Having found a
young and upcoming psychopath to go on killing sprees with her Jill
excitedly ate out Sherry's bald pussy.  The taste of a fresh young girl in
her mouth delighted Jill.

Even though she had no reason to question her lust for torture and death
Sherry was still confused about the feelings in her body that made her want
to lick Claire's privates while Jill licked hers.  All Sherry knew was that
as blood had spilled from Claire's body and screams of agony escaped her
mouth her body was rushed with a sensation that she had never felt before
and her current position was helping feed that energy.

Being a fat slovenly ignorant man Chief Irons Jill decided had done such
a piss poor job of stimulating Sherry's lovehole, even if it was rape, that
she decided to give Sherry a taste of a new pleasure that was second only
to that of inflicting pain.  Jill carefully slid two fingers into Sherry's
pussy as she continued to tongue her clit and cuntal lips.

Sherry let out small gentle moans as Jill carefully and skillfully
tickled her sex.  Her body burned once again though not for the violent
reasons.  She tried desperately to concentrate on eating out Claire's
pussy, but her lack of reason to pleasure Claire and Jill's skill and
enthusiasm was too much for Sherry.  For the first time in her life her
pussy ached and her body trembled as a rush of excitement pulsed through
her body.

Jill could sense Sherry's edginess and more than the pleasures of
killing or sex Jill wanted Sherry to experience both simultaneously.  She
lowered Sherry to the bed and handed her the knife.  They switched places
and as Sherry looked at Claire's disfigured and bloodied face her pussy
suddenly came to life at Jill's touch.

"Sherry, my dear, Claire's listened to us be together, she needs to be
punished don't you think?" Jill cooed.

"Indeed..." Sherry moaned as Jill's tongue tickled her twat.

The feelings of excitement caused by the stimulus of Jill's tongue and
the growing thirst for blood caused Sherry to almost lose it.  She saw
Claire's head twitch violently as she cut through the skin and detached the
left ear.  Sherry began to moan louder and whinier as Jill's fingers began
to lurch deep into her tiny pussy.  Then in a sudden frenzy of orgasm
Sherry sliced Claire's right ear as her pussy moistened and sloshed all
over Jill's face.

As her body continue to shudder Sherry's eyes burned red with rage.  The
look on her face was enough to scare even the most hardened of people.
Claire's silent horror blew up in her head and drove her off the deep end
as Sherry brought the edge of the blade across her face over and over
again. There were so many cuts and wounds that were leaking blood that one
would think a bear mauled Claire's face.  As her orgasm subsided Sherry
took notice of her handy work while wiping the blood from her face with her
arm.  Claire's face was a mutilated mess of flesh and blood and it made
Sherry smiled widely.  Jill looked over Sherry's shoulder and smiled too.

"Nice work Sherry."

"Thanks."

"As much as I like watching you play with her, the poor girl is still
alive and we have one other issue to put to rest," Jill said finding a
faint pulse in Claire's neck.  Sherry slit Claire's throat and she and Jill
watched and waited as Claire bled out.

Then when the bed was stained red and Claire was dead Sherry and Jill
left the master bedroom and walked to Sherry's room.  Leon's eye widened in
a mix of confusion and terror as a nude and bloody Sherry walked into the
room followed by Jill.

"What's going on?" Leon muttered.

In silence Jill uncuffed Leon long enough for Sherry to remove the bed
sheets and cut them into strips with the knife.  Then like they had done
with Claire they tied Leon's arms and legs to the four posts of the bed and
Jill stripped him of his clothes.  Sherry's eyes widened as Leon's cock
swayed freely and Jill took notice of this.

"See something you like?" Jill asked.

"My god that's big.  That's why it hurt so much when Chief Irons stuck
it in me..."

"No it hurt because he raped you.  Men who rape women have no fucking
clue how to pleasure them.  Men in general have no clue, but that's a
lesson for another time.  Leon though...  he knows how to make a woman feel
good.  Don't you Leon?"

"What the hell are you talking about?  What the fuck do you want from
me?"

"You killed my mother!" Sherry screamed jumping on top of Leon choking
him.

"Sherry!  Sherry!  Not yet!" Jill grunted pulling her off of Leon.
"Calm down!"

"I'm sorry Jill...  It's just..."

"I know Sherry, men aren't always the brightest, but sometimes they come
in handy.  Just do what I say, and you'll have as much fun with Leon as you
did with Claire."

"What about you?  You haven't even taken your clothes off yet."

"I've had more than enough fun to last for awhile.  Besides I like
watching you learn."

"What do you want me to do?"

"First take Leon's penis into your hand and slowly rub it up and down."

"Like this?" Sherry asked doing what Jill told her without question.
The small girl's hands were gently stroking Leon's cock making it hard.

"Jesus Christ!  Stop it!  She's not even fucking twelve yet!" Leon
shouted as Sherry continued to jerk him off.

"Yes I am!" Sherry retorted.

"This is your only warning," Jill growled getting into Leon's face.
"Shut up!"

Leon then spit into Jill's face and she became enraged.  Without a
second though Jill inflicted the same pain onto Leon that she had Claire.
She sliced open his cheeks then cut his tongue.  As Leon let out a gargled
cry of pain Jill sneered at him.

"You're all god damn morons!" Jill mumbled throwing Leon's tongue onto
the floor.  She was pleasantly surprised though when she turned and saw
that Sherry had taken initiative and apparently copying the dirty movies
her father watched began to suck on the little amount of Leon's prick that
she could get into her mouth.  "That's a good girl Sherry."

"As for you Leon, you've put me in a bad mood.  I've dealt with morons
all night, and you're the end of the line so you're going to bare the brunt
of my frustrations," Jill calmly said turning her attention back to Leon.

Jill's knife was a combat knife and not one made for skinning.  So it
was clumsy going when she decided to copy a scene from a movie she had seen
and skinned Leon's face.  His mouth was open wide and he would definitely
have been screaming if he still had a tongue as Jill carved off the layer
of skin that was his face.  As her head continue to bob up and down on a
small portion of Leon's dick Sherry looked up with glee as she watched Jill
cut Leon up and blood spilled from the wounds.

Leon had no control of his cock as the twelve year old slid her tongue
up and down it's shaft as he was too busy dealing with the pain that Jill
was inflicting on him.  Like Claire he had his own silent terror to deal
with.  Missing an eye, his tongue, and his face Leon's head became a pit of
pain and despair.  With a handful of his hair in her hands Jill began to
scalp Leon from back to front.  Jill laughed and giggled as she pulled off
Leon's scalp after cutting it free.

She turned and showed it to Sherry who returned the smile as she decided
to mount Leon.  Jill handed the knife to Sherry nodding her head slightly
then turned her attention to Leon's left hand.  She snapped his left index
finger back and he writhed in pain as it was broken.  Jill then moved onto
the middle finger and did the same creating more violent thrashing from
Leon.

Sherry watched Jill break Leon's fingers one by one and following the
pornos she caught her father watching she began to drive herself up and
down on Leon's cock.  Whether Leon was aware of it or not having a tight,
warm, moist box around his prick excited it and each time Sherry ground
herself into his hips it expanded and became more sensitive.  Sherry began
to run the blade of the knife along Leon's belly as she continue to ride
him while watching Jill dig her fingers into the muscle and cartilage that
was in Leon's face.

Faster and harder Sherry rode Leon's dick as Jill ripped the muscle from
his face bit by bit, pieces of flesh and blood flying through the air.
Sherry's hands yearned for blood and she gave into her impulse and started
stabbing the knife into Leon's stomach.  His body lurched and thrashed
wildly as the pain surged through it before slowly shutting down.

With two bloody hands inside of Leon's belly holding her up, Sherry
continued to bounce and hug Leon's cock with her tight pussy.  Sherry
failed to notice, or perhaps she didn't care, that Leon had died from his
massive wounds as she continued to fuck him.  Jill stood idly by watching
her with delight.  Bloody with bits of flesh and muscle Jill took Sherry's
face in her hands and kissed her passionately on the lips.  Jill could feel
Sherry's body vibrate with her second orgasm and felt her tongue penetrate
her mouth.  Sherry was a fast learner and quickly impressing Jill.

"What now?" Sherry asked as their faces broke apart and her orgasm
slowly subsided.

"Let's get cleaned up and head out of town.  There's a small town not a
hundred miles from here that have a lot of good ripe people for the
taking."

Jill and Sherry took a quick shower together lovingly cleaning each
other's body off.  Sherry took a new set of clothes from her closet and
Jill put on some of Annette's clothes though they were a bit big.

With no trouble from the zombies Jill and Sherry found an abandoned car
that still ran a few blocks from Sherry's house.  They got in and as they
drove through town to get to the interstate they came to a sudden stop at
highway entrance ramp.  Right in the middle of the road was a trashed car
and something that looked very much like the Tyrant that Jill had recently
killed.  The night was dark, but nearby highway lights shone down on an
Asian woman being held up in the air with one hand by the Tyrant slowly
being choked to death.  The woman fired several shots from a handgun into
Tyrant's head temporarily stunning it causing it to drop her to the road.

"Are we going to save her?" Sherry asked.

"I don't see why not, she could be lots of fun," Jill smiled.

The car screeched to a halt next to the woman who was on one knee.
Tyrant was shaking the cobwebs from its head and was fixing to be ready for
the kill.

"Get in!" Jill shouted out the window.  The woman jumped into the car
through the back left passenger side door and it sped off leaving Tyrant in
its dust.

"Thanks for your help!  I thought I was dead!" The woman exclaimed
breathing heavily.

"Yeah well we're just glad to find another survivor in this town.  My
name's Jill and this is Sherry, nice to meet you."

"Hi," Sherry said smiling widely.

"My name's Ada Wong.  I came here looking for my boyfriend and found
myself in this mess.  Thanks again for your help!"

"No problem.  Just relax and get some sleep if you can.  We've got a
drive before we reach the next town."