Jill Valentine in
Showdown at the Clock Tower

By Fleshtival@yahoo.com

***This is a work of parody***

"I can't remember the last time the stars looked this bright" Jill thought to herself. So peaceful, the sky at night. At least it is when you're lying flat on your back staring straight up. Enough resting, I must have been here for a few minutes at least. What had seemed minutes since the helicopter had exploded tossing her to the ground, had only been seconds. The creature must be coming for me by now, and the fact that the city has been overrun by zombies only makes things more precarious

She attempted to sit up, realized the impact had left her without breath, and instead struggled to breathe. She gasped for air, refilling her lungs with gluttonous fervor. Smoke from the crash was beginning to blow across her path, stinging her eyes and blurring her vision. There was a light ringing in her ears. Now is not the time for cautious movement, you're a STARS member fer chrissakes, she chastised herself. The best damn police team in a city with a population of one million in the entire country!

"SSSTAAAAARRRRSSSSSS!" the creature bellowed. The downed chopper had become a bonfire, yet the scream was louder than before. Closer than before.

"Killing my teammate was one thing, but…well, former teammate…killing my useless teammate was….actually, I couldn't stand the guy and was happy to not be working with him anymore, but…anyway, killing that asshole was one thing, but blowing up my escape chopper was too much. I'm getting out of this zombie filled hellhole, and anyone in my way is fucked!" she sneered. For emphasis she shook her fist angrily in the air, but this had the unfortunate effect of causing her already too tight tube top to slide down over her large breasts. She angrily adjusted her shirt to provide coverage again (what little coverage it could) and cursed herself for her wardrobe choice for the seven hundredth time since the outbreak had began

"Zombie apocalypse hits while I'm dressed for a night on the town, figures." At least I look killer in this short black miniskirt and tube top combo, she thought as she fought back a mischievous smile. And the knee high boots were the icing on the cake. What had that Rebecca priss called them when she thought Jill wasn't listening? Whore boots? Feh, if anyone at STARS was the whore Jill was relatively sure it wasn't her.

Jill surveyed the area. It was the same courtyard she had discovered hours earlier when searching for an escape route, but the wreckage had transformed it. Jill replayed her recent activities in her mind: finding the clock tower, calling for an escape chopper, waiting patiently on the first floor balcony for the evacuation team. That's where things began to get a little murkier. She remembered being overjoyed when she saw the helicopter in the distance, loudly proclaiming something about giving the pilot the blowjob of a lifetime, or something like that, she couldn't be sure anymore. She vaguely remembered hearing the monstrosity yelling STARS in the distance, and seeing a thermos with a tail of fire and smoke heading towards the chopper. She could almost remember being amused, wondering what the hell was that thing when BOOM, impact.

She knew she was thrown off the balcony. This she knew because when she snapped to (within seconds, though she was unaware of the true passage of time) she was on the ground, on the grass luckily. The courtyard was mostly stone walkways and arcane statues in fountains, as though whoever had designed it had not thought highly of natural vegetation.

"SSSTAAAAARRRRSSSSSS". This time so close Jill jumped from the surprise, clasping her hands to her face. Still not visible, but it couldn't be long now

She rolled her eyes and said "Crap girlie, get yourself under control". She instinctively checked her harness for her pistol and her right shoulder RPG launcher sling. No RPG, no pistol. She rolled her eyes again, this time with such effort it hurt a little. "Too much yapping" she hissed, as her eyes darted along the ground, hunting for her weaponry. Her pistol was on the ground a few feet to the left. "Score!"

She retrieved it quickly, did a quick check to make sure it wasn't damaged, and renewed her search for the RPG.

"SSSTAAAAARRRRSSSSSS"

The bellow was loud, louder than the explosion had been. Jill spun around and locked eyes with the creature, now standing on the other side of the fence which she had traveled through not so long ago. She gave herself a mental high five for having the foresight to lock it, figuring the extra time to find her weapons may just be the deciding factor in this battle. Lord knows it wouldn't be Carlos, the whiny jerk she had begrudgingly teamed up with hours before in a mutual attempt to find freedom. Little bastard had the insane ability to always disappear right before any real challenges would show up

The courtyard had seemed large when she had arrived in daylight, but now with the burning wreckage at her back and the monster before her it seemed no bigger than an interrogation room.

Jill stared intently at the creature, going over its entire body looking for potential weakness. Her first assessment: none. If there's one thing that can be said about a nine-foot tall, hideously scarred, one-eyed "man" clad entirely in leather like a pro-wrestler version of a Hellraiser Cenobite, it's that it doesn't exactly exude vulnerability. And whoever at Umbrella thought of grafting a rocket launcher to its arm deserved a raise and then a swift kick in the teeth from a monster-sized steel toed boot, Jill thought. And steel toed boots he had, so that would mean a raise and a face full of monster foot for another Umbrella scientist, if Jill had her way.

There was also something very unsettling about the way his left hand, the one unencumbered by a rocket launcher, seemed to rhythmically pulse and flex. It appeared as though there was something just under the skin, a coiled serpentine presence that rubbed against the flesh of his hand from the inside. She shuddered just thinking about it, then sighed and decided now was probably the best time to get looking for her missing RPG.

She was in mid-turn towards the wreckage when the terrible cacophony of flesh and bone meeting tearing steel rose above the sound of the inferno beside her. Her head snapped back towards the creature in time to see the gate buckle and strain under the assault. In an instant he was through, and he came charging at Jill with shocking speed.

This, Jill thought, is what all those hours of training were about.

Jill waited until it was within several feet of her. In one seem-less movement she dodged left while firing her pistol into the creature's chest, shoulder and finally back as he went careening by. He was certainly fast, but he was also far too large to be agile. This, Jill thought, I can handle. She reached into her tactical pouch and pulled out a fresh magazine, reloaded, and continued firing.

The creature had come to a clumsy stop by smashing into wall of the clock tower.

"Nice one Cyclops" Jill stopped firing long enough to quip

What the creature lacked in maneuverability he made up for with speed and determination. Jill heard an audible grunt, like a bull right before he charges, but a more fucked up S&M loving bull. And with that the monster was charging again. Again Jill dodged left, under the assumption his right arm was too weighed down by the rocket launcher to move as quickly. But this time either he was faster or Jill was slower, because she had almost cleared his grabbing range when his meaty index finer snagged her tube top and tore out a chunk of the fabric. Fortunately for Jill he had too much momentum to leverage the situation and instead continued running forward, eventually crashing to the ground with a thunderous clap.

Jill had lost her balance as well, having lurched forward to try and de-snare herself from the creature's thick sausage fingers. She fell to her hands and knees and her magnificent breasts tumbled out, bathed in the cool night air. She breathed deeply, causing them to sway majestically before reefing her now torn top up to cover herself and tying a quick and dirty knot that she hoped would keep everything in place.

Twice in one night, once more and that's a new record. Lucky for me this time Forest isn't here to deliver his infamous atomic purple nurple. That hurt for days, she recalled.

Jill quickly stood, turned towards the monster, fired a few rounds and threw her empty pistol in disgust. While he was quick to move when on his feet, getting up off the ground he wouldn't have been out of place amidst a senior citizen's yoga team after a particularly strenuous session. Jill would have found it comical, were he not a murderous thing bent on seeing her dead.

Unarmed and now uniformally compromised, Jill looked around for a possible new weapon. Come on come on, he's almost on his…wait, what's…my RPG!

A split second after seeing the RPG she flung herself upon it, pivoted to face the now standing creature and fired, not even taking time to aim properly. "It's been fun, but it's time for you to BLOW!" Jill bit her lip and stared apprehensively as the grenade flew straight towards the creature.

BOOM! The grenade found its target and erupted in flame. The creature spun around, trying to put itself out. Ah, it had a flame round loaded, she thought. That must mean my high explosive round and my freezing round are still around here…somewhere.

Almost as quickly as the flame had broken out it was gone. The creature turned slowly, shakily back towards her, smoke rising from every crease and fold in the leather. Jill ejected the flame round as she began taking stock of the damage. Starting from its boots her gaze headed up, along its legs, past its crotch, over his stomach and chest, then right back to the crotch. While his leather shirt remained relatively unharmed, his pants had suffered some serious damage. It was quite obvious to her that the round had hit him square in the balls, as his pant legs remained intact but his codpiece had been scoured away, like a pair of backwards ass-less chaps

As she stared between his legs her first reaction had been holy fuck that mutants got a third leg, but then she clued in to what she was dealing with. The monster's cock had to be a little over a foot long (or 4 of her teammate Brad Vickers' penis) her inner monologue flashed) with two grapefruit sized balls dangling loosely beneath it. The penis, like his mutated face, was a mess of lesions, puss-filled boils and oozing sores. From this distance it was almost impossible to tell what (if any) was damage from the flame round and what was pre-existing mutation. Thick veins encircled the shaft, leading to the foreskin. She had caught the boys in the office watching donkey flicks with smaller cocks. It swayed as the creature breathed deeply, obviously hurt but definitely not defeated

"At least he's not aroused, then he could do some real damage" Jill thought, always the optimist

The creature took a step, stopped, leaned right, leaned left. Guess he hasn't got his balance back quite yet she thought. He teetered right, and Jill spotted another RPG round a few feet behind him, the view of which had been obstructed by his large member. Jill began running a wide arc around him, hoping to get to the round and finish him off. The path to his left was shorter, so she decided to chance passing by him on his creepy hand. The creature shook his head, let loose a guttural "STARS" and stumbled towards her, grabbing her tube top and tearing it off with enough force to send her spinning to the ground. He stumbled a few steps, regained his balance and held the shirt high in the air to inspect it like a well earned prize in battle.

Jill, still spinning from the attack, landed hard on her ass. Her tits jiggled roughly from the impact, one almost managing to smack her in the chin. Sometimes it's good to be a solid C and not a double D, she thought as she braced herself with her right hand and massaged her breast with the other. Bastard nearly took it off with my top!

The gravity of her situation had changed considerably. She grabbed the RPG, leaped to her feet and sprinted toward the round. In an instant she was on it, had it in her hand, chambered it. She spun to face her attacker when whisk-BOOM a rocket flew past her and exploded. It had missed her but had detonated on the nearby wall, knocking the RPG out of her hands and sending her to the ground, dazed.

Jill attempted to push herself up but collapsed, the world still spinning too fast to allow her to move. She rolled over on to her back and shakily sits up, still reeling from the effects. Her vision swims in and out of focus. She sees the monster, squints, her vision blurs, she squints again. The creature is walking towards her, slowly. It knows I'm fucked, she thinks, then curses her phrasing.

STARS it says, this time almost a low mumble, still filled with anger and vitriol.

'I'm seeing some stars myself' Jill thinks, but instead says "I think there were some STARS on the other side of town, you should probably look in to that!"

She chuckles to herself, but when her gaze falls upon the monster's now erect cock she stops, a chill runs down her spine and her lips begin to quiver. It has to be a foot and a half by now she thinks. At least. The open sores are still oozing, but now the far more disconcerting action is happening at the now visible baseball sized purple helmet, which is dripping white goo at an alarming rate

The creature comes to a stop at her feet, and reached towards her with the pulsating left hand. Something pushed against the surface of his palm from the inside, stretching the skin outward like a chest-burster out of the Alien movies. Suddenly the skin stretches too far, breaks, tears. Jill watched in horror as a thick purple tendril slid quickly out, getting closer and closer to the ground. The protruding end hit the ground, flopped around, as though acclimatizing itself to the outside world.

"Eeeeeewwwww" Jill heard herself mutter, her mouth hanging open in surprise having mouthed the word. The tentacle was thicker than a quarter for sure, she thought. The entire length of it was coated in thick translucent slime, and as it began to whip itself around as though learning how to move it sent the slime cascading around.

As quickly as the thrashing had begun it stopped. The tentacle began to slide across the ground now, but with none of the clumsy jerking movements it had previously shown. With serpentine precision it coiled around Jill's right ankle, winding a tight path around her calf. As it moved it left behind a sticky snail trail. It reached her knee, stopped encircling her leg and started to slide down along her thigh, eventually disappearing under her miniskirt. She winced as she felt a pin prick her inner thigh, followed by some numbing

She couldn't see what was happening, but she could feel it pressing against her labia, searching for a way in. The pressure against her panties grew, and she was afraid that they would tear. The tentacle met this new resistance with greater force, pushing harder, deeper. She could feel it inside her, almost an inch now, but still enveloped by cloth. The tentacle receded, pushed forward, receded, pushed forward, finding it could purchase no more access with this method. In a stroke of genius (madness?) the tentacle traveled further up her pelvis, finding the waistline of her panties, slid between the fabric and the skin, and in on viper quick movement tore the offending garment loose, flinging it out from under her skirt to the creature's feet. It then began its journey anew, sliding slowly along Jill's leg, hoping now to find no impediments to its progress.

Jill sat immobile, frozen, wondering what would come next. A second later she had her answer, as the creature let out a bestial grunt, tightening his abs and blasted out a thick stream of cum that smashed into Jill's face with the force of a fire hose. The impact caused her head to snap backwards as the load exploded and cascaded around her like a thousand strands of the most horrific silly string ever conceived. When the glob hit, her mouth had been open, and a sizable amount had found its way inside, ballooning out her cheeks and pressure washing its way down her throat. Strands of it stuck in her hair, and a small fountain worth gushed down over her breasts

"HRUUUUGGGH!" Jill exclaimed as she leaned forward, coughing out as much cum as she could (further coating her delicious tits) and spooning a handful of the offensive fluid out of her right eye.

"GROSS! And that stings, you asshole!" Jill was about to continue screaming at the creature when her she remembered the tentacle currently working its way to the equator and decided that maybe now was the time to deal with it. She quickly rolled over on her stomach and began to crawl, feeling the tentacle tighten around her lower leg at the same time. She grasped a jagged stone from the walkway, hoisted it high in the air, and brought it down on the tendril. The mighty blow had almost severed the tendril, she could see a yellow fluid with some black highlights pour out.

"BRROOOOOARRRRRR" Above her the monster howled, a tortuous mixture of shock and agony. It threw its arms in the air and staggered around, the now motionless tendril slowly receding back into its hand.

"Is there any part of you that isn't nasty" Jill said, and sprinted towards her RPG, scooping it up and rolling into a turn in one fluid movement.

Once again she was facing the monster with a load RPG and enough distance to fire it, but this time the creature seemed genuinely distraught enough to allow her time to think of a wittier one liner. Nice try ugly? Nah, too basic. Now it's your turn to get fucked? Hmm, still not quite right she thought. Realizing that her hesitation could come back to bite her in the ass or worse, she decided to work on her witty rejoinders later and end this now.

"This is for ruining my outfit. Now what am I supposed to do, run around town in nothing but a miniskirt and a smile? Say goodnight, Neo!". With that, Jill struck a hero pose and took aim. As hard as it is to look tough while topless in a miniskirt, it's even harder to aim with one eye almost crusted shut by monster cum and the other bloodshot and still stinging. She aimed for the creatures head, but could feel the sights dropping as she pulled the trigger.

The round sailed straight and true, smashing yet again into the monsters crotch. "Damn, bit of a running theme here, eh buddy?" Jill said as the creature screamed in an uncharacteristically high pitch.

The round had been the freeze round, which while generally regarded as the stupidest of all rounds for the RPG (and some even questioned why it existed at all) Jill was quite happy to see. The impact sent the monster staggering backwards as a shimmering blue sphere exploded outwards and dissipated. In an instant most of his cock was frozen, and at least one of his balls was thoroughly covered in a wicked case of thick freezer burn frost.

"GGAUUUUUUGHHHH" the creature let out a scream that cut through the night, powerful enough surely to shatter glass had there been any close enough. He looked down at his crotch in horror as half of his penis broke off, fell to the ground beneath him and shattered. He fell to his knees, gripping what remained of his member with his left hand, shuddered. He looked at Jill, turned to look at the gate he had come in, and stood. The decision now was simple. The creature slowly waddled towards the exit, holding his member with extreme caution.

Jill laughed, screamed "Next time I see you I'll have the rest!" and jumped up and down clapping her hands, giddier than when she had been selected by STARS. This newfound rush didn't last long however, as she felt a rush of dizziness and vertigo and swooned to the ground.

"Jill! Jill! Are you around here! Hey, Jill!" Carlos called to her from inside the clock tower, hoping she wouldn't have seen him peering around the corner, watching the entire battle take place

"C-C…Carlos, g-g…get out here!" Jill tried to yell, but even this caused her head to spin and cough up some more semen.

"Hey there you are Jill. Wow, love the new look. You smell like you just got done blowing the entire police department. Again!"

"I just got p..p-poisoned by that….t-th-thing. Never mind. G-g…go t-to the hospital, get me some antidote for T-Virus" Jill said, her vision becoming cloudier by the second. She could barely see Carlos anymore, which was fine by her. What kind of idiot wears bright yellow combat fatigues anyway? And at 5'7", he was no taller than her. He was no Chris that was for damn sure

"It's not contagious, is it?" Carlos inquired, staring intently at her exposed breasts

"N-no, it can only be spread directly by the c-c-carrier. Now go, C-C..c…c-c"

Carlos got on his knees beside Jill and grabbed her hand "I know, I know, you're trying to say Carlos" he said.

"N-no, I'm trying to say now go, c-cunt" Jill spat, making her animosity for Carlos' cowardice known before lapsing into unconsciousness

"Harsh! But don't worry; I'll take care of this"

Carlos lifted Jill's half-naked body into his arms and walked back inside the clock tower, placing Jill on the altar inside the little chapel in the east wing. He positioned her on her back, leaving her luscious tits visible to the world.

"But then, first aid was never my strong suit" Carlos chuckled "I'm about to head out little lady" Carlos turned to leave but stopped, looked back. "Shame to waste an opportunity like this"

Carlos walked back to the unconscious Jill and lifted her miniskirt for a quick peak.

"Niiiiiice" Carlos said, and noticed without even thinking his hand had worked its way into his pants. "Well, that's the body politic for you" he said, and pulled out his dick. At five inches it would never be mistaken for a porn star's, but it did well enough for Carlos

Carlos pulled Jill to the end of altar, positioning her so that her legs dangled over the edge and her pussy was easily accessible. He put one hand on her hip and used the other to guide his cock into her. He felt his cock rub against her luscious thin lips, spread them open, felt them slide along the shaft of his dick as he pushed ever deeper. She was tight, not as tight as his cousin had been at the last reunion, but tight enough for Carlos. He ran out of dick before he ran out of channel to fill, and when his cock was in to the hilt he began rhythmically sliding back and forth.

She was a little dry, so Carlos reached up to her sticky tits and rubbed them with both hands, then wrapped them around his shaft, transferring the monster jizz unto his dick. Sure it's a little gross he though, but no grosser than when he caught his older sister sucking off a donkey, and as revenge she pinned him and spat the cum in his mouth. The monster's cum did the trick, and now he slid back and forth with ease. Firmly gripping her hips with his hands he increased his tempo, hammering her with all the thrust that he could muster. Her tits flopped back in forth with the motion of his thrusts, which elicited a chuckle from Carlos

"Fuck, I can go all night!" Carlos mused, before losing it and busting his nut three seconds later. "Crap, now she might be pregnant."

When he pulled out, a small torrent of cum came sliding out after him, oozing to the floor. "Next comes your ass. Or rather, next I come in your ass!" Carlos said, laughing to himself. He shook his cock, wanting to mount up, but he had gone limp too fast. He flicked his dick angrily about, hoping that maybe his frustration would overcome his current situation, but it wasn't working.

"Ah well, looks like you caught a break here little lady. And as a reward for saving my life a couple times already tonight, I won't even find a video camera on the way back from the hospital to videotape myself fucking you with" With that Carlos lifted her leg, squeezed her ass, let her leg fall back and walked away smiling, knowing he had yet again made another promise he'd be unable to keep