Rebecca Chambers in
Rookie Mistake

By Fleshtival

"Re-Rebecca, you gotta help me oh god it god me you gotta help me please you gotta help me I'm dyin' here I know it!" Richard yelled desperately at the young medic.

Rebecca Chambers had joined the STARS team expecting to see action, expecting to see violence. What she had seen in the past few days had been…something else entirely. Dispatched to the Arklay Mountains to investigate a spate of random murders, her team
was attacked shortly after hitting the ground. Monsters came at them in waves, creatures of torn flesh and human shapes, some almost canine, but inside out somehow. Some wounded, some dead, they had been forced to separate, and in her fleeing Rebecca had come across the giant mansion. Rebecca had broken in a ground floor window and climbed a small staircase to the second floor, hoping to find refuge, a chance to think and regroup.

What she had found instead was Bravo Team Member Richard, doubled over in agony, both hands fastened to his groin, face contorted by pain. It was immediately obvious to Bravo Team's Medic, the lithe Rebecca Chambers that Richard was in dire need of first aid. 'Now's your time to shine, Rebecca' she thought, and took a deep breath.

"Richard, what's wrong. What Happened?"

"A big fucking snake almost took my sack of, that's what happened. I unloaded my fucking shotgun at the thing but it only got pissed off…then it lunged at me. I tried to get away, but one of the thing's fangs hooked my cock. I thought for sure it had run it right through, but no, I'm still in one piece…but now my cock feels like it's on fire and my head feels like it's collapsing. Do something, do something please!" Richard spat, sinking to the floor.

Rebecca glanced around. Snake's terrified her, so dealing with that issue became her priority. "And the..giant…giant snake, where's it at, now" she stammered, looking around the large, almost empty room. Cobwebs littering the corners, and the far wall was riddled with pellets, apparently Richard's doing

"It…it took off…through the hole in the floor over there…when it bit me, I shot that fucker right in the head, seemed to really fuck up its day. Fucking turd"

"Ok, ok…first thing first, let's see the wound"

Richard reluctantly unclamped his hands. "I'm getting woosy here, you'd better check it out" Richard said, his arms falling to his sides as he lay against the wall, barely propping himself up.

"Uh, ok…" Rebecca said softly, rubbing her hands hesitantly along her green khaki pants. She reached behind her, to the small of her back, where her field medic kit was fastened securely to her belt. She had packed and unpacked the equipment dozens of time by feel alone, preparing for a situation wherein she may have to do it in the dark. It had become instinctual to her. She unzipped the pack, removed two latex gloves, and secured it again. She quickly put the gloves on, cracked her knuckles and moved towards Richard.

"Alright Richard, I'm going to have to undo your pants, let's be adult about this". Rebecca held his belt with one hand, pulling his zipper down slowly with the other. She reached through the opening, shifted his boxers quickly aside, and firmly gripped his penis with her gloved fingers. With a little tug his member was out. Rebecca moved her face closer to his penis, investigating for puncture wounds. She looked up and down the length of his shaft, found nothing, flopped it over to check the other side. There she found a tiny pinprick near his little head. A thin line of yellow puss oozed out.

"Bad news, Richard. You've been poisoned. I don't have anything in my kit capable of handling this, so the only option may be...well…you aren't going to like it, but the only option may be…amputation"

Richard's eyes grew sauce pan wide. "F-Fuck no! There's a medical supplies closet on the other side of the mansion…outside the other door, opposite the one you came in, there's the large entry hallway, through that there's the dining room…..then, th-then through there is a little hallway with some doors…first on the right, tons of shit…I guarantee what I need is in there, I guarantee…please, Rebecca, please…."

Rebecca winced. "But that giant snake could be out there…and god only knows what else. I'll need a weapon…I lost mine getting here through the forest. I'm taking your shotgun"

"I-it's empty, s-s-sorry" he stammered, rapping his knuckles against the weapon lying beside him

"Well, they might have the correct serum, but that only cures the resulting sickness, it won't eliminate the poison currently lodged in your…your penis" she said, hoping he'd just accept the amputation option and save her from investigating any more of the infested mansion than she had to.

"On t-t-t.v., they, they always s-suck the p-p-poison out. W-w-would that w-work here, b-b-Becky?"

"It's possible" she said before she could stop herself "But in your situation….that's a pretty awkward area to..to be, well, you know…"

"C-come on, I'm dying here…please…"

"Hey, I'm just 18, I've never done anything like this before!" Rebecca shot back, before realizing that this is what she had signed on for, the good and the bad. And the very, very bad apparently.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, squeezing it a little, watching more poison spurt out. She sighed, and locked her lips around the top three inches of his cock, forming a seal. Her tongue glanced across the tip of his cock accidentally, surprising her. She could feel his shaft lengthening, expanding. "I was saving this for the right guy" Rebecca thought to herself, cheeks reddening with shame, and continued sucking. "At least I'm still a virgin in the classic sense"

Richard watched with rapt attention as the gorgeous young medic worked her magic, her thin lips wrapped tightly around his cock. He had been attracted to her from the moment she came to work for STARS almost three months ago. Flawless, porcelain skin unmarred by wrinkles or acne, light green eyes and a dynamite smile. She was thin, with the body of a runner or a gymnast. Except for her ample tits, which, at a B cup were smaller than the other STARS girls. Dressed now in her STARS uniform consisting of baggy khaki green pants and a white bullet-proof vest with a green undershirt Richard thought she looked absolutely radiant. But some of that was probably a result of her currently being on the business end of his cock.

Richard could feel the immense pressure building in his abdomen, knew what that heralded. He also knew that blowing his load in Rebecca's mouth would likely cause her to stop servicing him. Richard fought the urge to shoot, fought with all he could muster

Every half minute or so she would release Richard's cock from her mouth, cant her head and spit, then turn and resume sucking. "Almost done, Richard" she said, confident she had cleaned out almost all of the poison. When at last she felt she had gotten it all, she lifted her head and spat with extra vigor, turning back to Richard, preparing to reassure him.

"Alright Richard, I believe I got all the poison, you should be"-but Richard couldn't hold himself anymore. The first indication Rebecca had was a stream of hot cum hitting the roof of her mouth, splattering down against her tongue. She immediately gagged, coughing as much of the jizz out as she could.

"You jerk! I'm trying to save your life! When this is over, I'm going to be filing a 354-b form over your conduct here!" Rebecca said haughtily, leaping to her feet and wiping her chin in disgust. "I'm going to check out those medical supplies, you stay here and think about what you did. And try to stay alive, I guess."

Rebecca yanked the door open and stepped angrily into the large entry hallway. There was marble everywhere, marble tiles leading to marble stairs, marble pillars, even marble tiles ascending the walls. The hall was massive, larger than she had envisioned. If she weren't so angry she'd have been mesmerized, but anger distracted her. She was so furious she didn't even hear the monster dart up the stairs behind her, one of three stairways joining the ground floor with the second floor.

"That guy is going to get such a written rebuking when this is over, he won't know what hit him. Inappropriate with a capital I, and the-" it was then that Rebecca heard the loud clicking of claws on marble. She glanced over her shoulder and locked eyes with the beast, a creature that looked like an unusually large Doberman that had been skinned, put through a meat grinder, and sewn (haphazardly) back together. A man-made Cerberus, an abomination of skin and science. A patchwork quilt of flesh and bone surely couldn't move very quickly, could it? Rebecca decided to gamble on her preconception and turned to run.

At once the beast was behind her, and her belt tightened around her stomach as though she was being yanked backwards. She looked over her shoulder to see her medical fanny pack snagged in the beast's mighty jaws, its teeth sunken deep into the fabric. The zombie dog was still growling, but lower now. Rebecca struggled forward, the weight of the creature reducing her to slow, laborious steps. She felt herself being tugged from side to side, the creature trying to instinctively shake her butt-pack into submission. With heightened resolve Rebecca thrust forward, trying to dislodge her uniform from the creature's maw. The Cerberus felt this tug, and braced itself, applying backwards pressure. Again she tugged forward, but it did not relent. She breathed deeply, leaned back slightly, and vaulted forward with all the thrust she could muster.

And she was freed! For a split second she was relieved, temporarily rid of the beast. It wasn't until she felt her pants fall around her ankles, causing her to trip and crash to the floor, that she realized what has happened. The fiend's grip had not faltered. Her fanny pack had not torn. It was her belt that had failed, tearing from the opposing forces of her and it. Her laughably oversized pants, without proper belt support, couldn't maintain their horizontality, and had subsequently fallen, tripping her up. And now here she was, dazed, pants-less, her thighs pressed against the cool marble floor. And judging from how she now felt, she may have hit her head.

Seconds later, as the stars which had impeded her vision began to disappear she realized that she had indeed not hit her head, but had instead been winded when she landed on her chest. It had temporarily almost blinded her, stole her breath away and affected her hearing. She gasped down as much air she could, hoping to replenish her oxygen supply and be able to regain her composure as quickly as possible, hopefully before the monster tired of chewing on her med-pack and came to chew on her.

But the Cerberus was already done with the fanny-pack. She didn't hear the creature approach, not over the ringing in her ears. There was another sign it had arrived, a far more odious one than the mere sound of claws clicking against marble and a low, guttural growl. Her hearing still affected, her vision still swimming and looking away forward when the creature was behind her, she nonetheless knew he was upon her. The feeling of the cool marble on her thighs was at once accompanied by a warm, wet liquid falling like thick, gooey rain on the back of her legs. The beast was here, she could feel its drool upon her.

She coughed, having breathed in too much at once, and shook, more stars flaring up in front of her. 'Tried to do too much too fast, Rebecca', she thought, 'and now Rover is going to tear a chunk out of your ass'. It was no small surprise to her when it wasn't teeth she felt press against her underwear but the creature's slimy wet snout. She managed to take a shallow breath and lift her head enough to look back over her shoulder, where she could see the Cerberus straddling her, his head buried intently between her legs. She exhaled roughly, causing the abomination to lift its head high, staring down at her menacingly. Her eyes didn't move fast enough to stay focused on the creature's head, and instead she was treated to a view between its legs. Its veiny red rocket was entirely unsheathed and dripping. It looked like a moderately sized man's penis, but without the pleasantry of skin, less a lipstick sized tube and more a large sausage. She dry heaved, forcing what little air she had managed to gain back out

Then Rebecca remembered that she had worn her large, baggy underwear, the ones the other girls had often called "granny panties" in the shower room at work before they'd grab her roughly and give her wedgies so hard she couldn't sit without wincing for days. She smiled in spite of herself. The smile disappeared when she felt the panties tighten, felt teeth brush against her ass sideways. Without looking she knew what was happening, what was about to happen. It had bitten firmly into her underwear by lying its head sideways against her bum, and once securely in, began to shake side to side. The Cerberus was strong, stronger than it had been when alive. She felt her crotch lifted off the floor, her panties grinding painfully into her pussy, a feeling with which she was all too familiar. The beast shook her from side to side slightly, her knees and chest still touching the ground, barely moving at all. The panties tore, her pelvis slammed loudly back to the floor, and the creature shook them side to side in his mouth triumphantly a few times.

Exposed. Rebecca could now hear and see almost perfectly again, and managed to greedily gulp down the cold night air. She moved her hands along the floor to her shoulders, adopting the lower pushup position, lifting her ass in the air. She started to force her shoulders up when she felt a warm, greasy tube slap against her bare ass cheeks. Her head shot up and twisted to look behind her, and she inadvertently head-butted the dog, dazing herself again, chest falling back to the floor. It growled, apparently surprised but otherwise un-phased.

She blinked, flexed her arms to prepare to pushup again, harder this time. She breathed in heavily and was about to thrust upwards she felt the monster's cock slap against her taint, slide down, find her slightly protruding labia and thrust inside her. She gasped, her cherry popped. She was not in pain as it really wasn't that large, but in its place came shock and disgust. The creature wasted no time in sliding out a few inches and thrusting back in. Before her mind had wrapped around what was happening it had already completed a dozen thrusts, maybe more. She was dry, but the monster's cock had been slippery and oozing enough to compensate.

Rebecca could feel the tears welling in her eyes, bit her tongue, punched the floor. 'No time for pitty parties Beckie, we've got a situation here' she thought to herself. She tried lowering her crotch to the floor, hoping to dislodge herself from her attacker. No luck, every thrust the monster took lifted her arse end back into the air. Plan B. Rebecca put one arm in front of the other, intending to crawl free of the beast. Or, failing that, at least crawl to something she could use to separate herself from this abomination.

Every time she would drag herself forward, the dog would step in time, rhythmically pounding away at her, drool splattering on the back of her shirt and in her hair. She had only gone a few feet when she felt her muscles burning from the strain. She had also come to the realization that the shirt she wore under her bullet-proof vest was inadequate, as she could feel her nipples chaffing roughly against the fabric as she dragged her chest along the floor. Her breasts were being crushed harshly against her every time she would move forward, her chest rising and falling with the lifting and pulling of her arms. 'If I get out of this, I'm going to be investing in some nicer clothing. And maybe a dog whistle, give this bastard a hell of a shock next time he tried anything like this!' She thought, before realizing if she had time to prepare she could have just brought a gun and shot it. Or at least shot its foul gray and red cock off. She squeezed her cunt as tightly as she could as though to accentuate her point, but it only seemed to please the beast further.

Rebecca could feel its warm juices splattering out of her, along her inner thighs, sticking in her pubes, some trickling over her pubic ridge and down across her stomach. She was sweating severely now, her knees sliding awkwardly on the tiled floor, sweat stinging her eyes. She could feel liquid trickle down the back of her neck from her soaking short hair, but didn't know how much was her own perspiration and how much was from the exhalations of the monstrosity that had mounted her. Her lungs screamed for air. 'This has been the hardest I've worked out in months' she thought, snorting a little laugh in disgust

Close to the stairs now, an arm length or two. Soon she would be upon them. 'Enjoy it while you can buddy, we're nearing the end of the line'. And she was upon them, her left hand locked on the edge of the top step, her right pulling up to join. She pulled herself up to the precipice, starting to pull her body sideways, positioning herself parallel to the stairs. Cerberus stepped obligingly with her, lost in its rapture, oblivious to her intentions.

'Twelve stairs to the next landing' she thought 'I hope it's enough'. Using all of the upper body strength she could leverage from her death grip on the top stair, she lifted herself up slightly and rolled over the edge, onto the top step, Cerberus still firmly inserted into her. She had positioned herself and managed the roll just right, and it landed roughly on the step, right on its back, her full weight crushing down on it. It yelped loudly, protesting this latest development, but inertia was in control now, and Rebecca was ready for it. As they rolled down the stairs Rebecca would land cautiously on her elbows and stomach, using all of her gymnastic landing training. Cerberus was not so lucky, landing always on his back, unprepared and unable to brace for the impact.

In seconds they had spiraled down to the landing, like the most bizarre slinky the world had ever seen. Rebecca's calculations had been correct. The dog had landed on its back, paws in the air, broken and confused. Rebecca was laying on its stomach, its cock still fully inserted in her. She began to sit up, felt a little dizzy, laid back down again. 'No rush', she thought, dizzy and confused enough to have forgotten the monster cock still inside her. Unfortunately her sit-up attempt had been the final stimulation required for the monster, and he twitched awkwardly and came inside her. The sensation of a mass of warm liquid sluicing inside her canal snapped her to action, and she sat up quickly, braced herself by grabbing the handrail and rose slowly to her feet.

As awful as the cock had felt going in, the satisfaction of feeling of the slick cock sliding out of her as she stood, knowing she had won, almost made up for it. She waddled forward a few steps, clear of the seemingly knocked out Cerberus, and bent to pull up her oversized pants. Cum matted pubes brushed against her thighs. She pulled the pants up. Her belt gone, she held the pants up with her left hand, and began walking back up the stairs. Once at the top she stopped, brought her right hand to her abdomen, rubbed it lightly. She could feel the creature's jizz slopping around inside her, a little more leaking out with every step. A warm trail of ejaculate slid slowly down her inner thigh, along her leg. She reached her right hand into her pants, inserted two fingers into her pussy, scooped out as much jizz as she could. It was warm and sticky, and formed viscous webs as she manipulated it between her fingers, before shuddering and wiping it off on her vest. Rebecca crossed the grand hall and hesitated at the door to the mezzanine level of the large dining room.

"Pull yourself together Rebecca, Lord only knows what lies between you and the serum, and Richard can't hold on forever" she sighed heavily and swung the door open. Stepping into the large room she was at once struck by how decorative everything was, especially the mahogany walls with the ornately etched forest scenes. There was a gaping hole in the center of the room that overlooked the room below. It seemed less like a dining room and more like a theatre, the ground floor containing the massive dining table, grandfather clock and large fireplace. The floor that Rebecca was currently on was unfurnished, existing apparently only as a viewing area to watch the meal festivities from above. A walkway ran around the length of the room, with a handrail running along the outer ledge overlooking the dining table, where presumably servants could look on in a heightened state of readiness without actually being visible to the fat cats dining below (unless they had looked up, of course).

She walked along the walkway, holding her pants up with one hand and running her other hand along the top of the smooth, dark red hand rail. The hallway leading to the medical supplies area was on the other side of the room, and Rebecca was pleased at the absence of any visible monsters. The beauty of the furnishings of the room below her was distracting, causing her to bring her hand to her mouth and nibble gently on her finger nails, a bad habit which she had often tried to break and just as often failed. In an instant she realized her mistake. Strands of Cerberus jizz were still on her fingers, the taste was objectionable and immediate. She coughed reflexively, bringing her other hand to her throat. This left her pants unsupported, and they fell, again. And in falling around her ankles they tripped her, again. She fell, again, but this time was more prepared, landing a little more gracefully. Her chest absorbed the worst of it, leaving her feeling like she'd been punched in the tits, but she didn't get the wind knocked out of her or see stars.

"Idiot!" she screeched, smacking herself hard in the face, transferring some spittle and jizz into her eye, which stung. "Agghhhh" she was really angry now, and felt that this is the closest she had come to swearing aloud in her life. She rose to her feet yet again, and bent over to pull her pants up. "Focus, girl, focus, it can't possibly get any wor-"

"SSSSCCCRRRRRRIIIIIII" an ungodly loud, reptilian shriek pierced the quiet night, causing Rebecca to jump reflexively, drop her pants and adopt a defensive combat posture. She didn't realize where the scream had come from until a moment later, when the massive creature leapt up from the first floor, landing gracefully on the heavy hand-railing. The creature looked like a large gorilla wearing a crocodile's skin, with razor sharp talons for fingers and a Cheshire cat mouth of shark teeth.

Rebecca looked quickly right, looked left. She was almost equidistant from the door she entered and the door she wanted to leave from. 'If I turn to run one way or the other, the beast will be at my back in seconds, where my vest offers the least protection. It'll tear me apart. The wall is right behind me. My clown pants are around my ankles again, so running really isn't an option either way' The creature shrieked again, raising its arms above its head in a decidedly aggressive manner, trying to psych out the slightly taller but much, much thinner prey standing before it. Rebecca could see its eyes running up and down her, sizing her up, deciding how best to go for the kill.

'SCRAWK' Rebecca yelled, her voice cracking comically. The creature looked at her quizzically, taken aback, uncertain what to make of the bite sized treat. Rebecca saw the confusion on the beast's face, and took the opportunity to leap forward like a contestant in a sack racing competition, shoving the creature hard. Realizing too late what had happened, the Hunter flailed its arms wildly in an attempt to prevent being tossed over backwards. Its claws raked across Rebecca's vest, digging and tearing at the fabric. Its claws stuck, and Rebecca could feel herself being tugged over the edge with the heavy creature. Without thinking her hands felt the quick release straps on either side of her vest and pulled, freeing herself. The creature fell backwards, clutching her vest firmly, screaming all the way to the floor, where it landed with a resounding thud, silencing its cries.

"YES!" Rebecca screeched, pumping her fist in the air triumphantly. She looked at her shredded undershirt, pulled the strands aside quickly to check herself for cuts. Her fingers ran over her abs, up her stomach, beneath her breasts, lifting each to perform a visual check for damage beneath. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them firmly, happy they were still intact. Luckily the vest had impeded the creature's talons enough for her to have escaped unscathed. Her tattered and now useless shirt and vest were not so lucky, and she now found herself in the unenviable situation of having to traverse the rest of the distance in a pair of giant pants and a shirt that now functioned more as a choke chain than anything else.

"It's not fair!" Rebecca cried out, tears welling in her eyes. She had always taken such effort to be chaste in all things, and yet here she was, her gorgeous young tits exposed for anyone who happened along to see, her pert pink nipples standing at attention.

"If I find out this place has hidden cameras anywhere, I'm going to be very unhappy" she said, pulling her pants up with one hand while shielding her exposed breasts with the other. "One room left to go". She waddled over to the door, and again stood hesitantly, frozen by the choice between using the hand holding her pants of the hand shielding her chest to open the door. She bit her lip, swayed from side to side, stomped her foot angrily, rolled her eyes and let her breasts sway freely as she grasped the door handle, yanking it open.

She stepped precariously through the doorway onto the worn-our rug that covered the entire length of the tight hallway. Nothing in the hall but some old paintings, lit candelabras, and three doors. 'Richard said it was the first door on the right but he was pretty out of it. If he's wrong and I get attacked again, I'm going to kill him myself'. She opened the door and was happy to see shelves filled, no, overflowing with medicines of all sorts. She quickly snatched the snake anti-venom and made haste back into the hall, through the dining room, across the great entry hall, arriving finally in the snake room.

Richard hadn't moved. He was on his back, still but for the shallow rising and falling of his chest and the sluggish movement of his pupils. Sluggish until they happened upon the distraught 18 year old medic standing before him, clutching her tattered pants with one hand, shaking the pill bottle triumphantly with the other. His eyes stopped at her exposed chest, watching her breasts sway violently back and forth as a result of the bottle shaking. A slight smile creased his face, and he coughed a meager cough.

"I have the serum, Richard! All I need from you is to open your mouth and swallow" she said, as she shook an ample dosage of pills into her hand. Expecting accolades, she imagined this is where it would all become worthwhile, the zombie dog cock, the crocorilla, the medical application of oral sex, all of it.

"Un…un…unlike you, r-right?" Richard whispered, barely audible

"Pardon me?" Rebecca asked, concerned

"S-s-swallow….I've…I've got to swallow…unlike y-you, heh?" he said softly, choking a little, his smile now devilishly wide.

"You pig!" Rebecca squealed, cinching her face in disgust. She kicked him roughly in the side, dropped the pills unceremoniously into his mouth when he gasped. "I'm going to find a way out of here, you rest and heal up. Maybe the pills will cure your jerkiness!" she quipped, turned in a huff, accidentally dropping her pants slightly, inadvertently allowing him a glimpse of her ass. She recovered quickly, reefed her pants up, and stormed out into the treacherous mansion.