Excella had been a useful tool to slake Albert Wesker’s lust, but he was more than happy for the opportunity to put her aside in favor of a much more appealing playmate.

Jill Valentine. Wesker gazed at the now empty tube where her body had resided for many months after the fall. After he had cradled her broken body, and taken her back with him to his laboratory. To fix her. To improve her. Unlike Ms. Gionne, Jill–his old STARS days subordinate– was a fit specimen for his new world order.

And after months of rehabilitation, and re-education, Jill had accepted that place, and Wesker, privately, was thrilled.

In the distant days of Raccoon city Wesker had worked out his aggressive sexual urges with multiple members of the STARS team, but none had been quite so obliging to his whims as Jill Valentine.

And now she was even more obliging. And even more resilient.

A twisted smile quirked the edges of Wesker’s lips and he pressed the comm button on the nearby computer panel.

“Excella, send Jill into the lab.”

Wesker licked his lips. He was going to fuck her so hard his body broke under him. After all, what was the harm when she’d heal so easily?

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Jill’s comm rang, and an annoyed sounding Excella snapped. “Your master demands your presence in the lab.”

Jill looked up from her disassembled firearm, the rifle laying in pieces on a cloth upon her quarter’s floor, and towards the small tablet-like device by her foot as Excella barked through it. Her lips curled in disgust towards the woman as she picked it up, and held it up to answer.

“Thank you, Ms. Gionne.” She said in monotone, not wanting to spare the emotion for someone so…frankly, obnoxious. “I’ll report to Mr. Wesker immediately.”

As she lowered the comm, she muttered to herself. “just because you wish it was you, Gionne, doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch to me.”

In a smooth motion she stood, lighter and more flexible on her feet than she’d ever been, and zipped up the skintight battle suit Wesker had provided her from her resurrection out of the tube. A part of his Tricell unified design philosophy, given how it matched his own.

As she moved towards the door, she let her platinum blonde hair down from her bun and into a loose ponytail, and grabbed her cloak and avian mask from their locker by the hydraulic door.

Albert Wesker had called for her, and JIll…as she always strove to since her days in STARS…would be there to answer.

A slim smile came to her lips as she hooked the mask over her eyes, and tossed the cloak around her shoulders on her way into the hall. She’d always loved him. A desire to impress him drove her in the STARS days…and after his betrayal, her desperation to find him was matched only by Chris’…culminating in her broken body, and the Captain’s embrace.

And now here she was, walking down the sterile halls of Tricell Inc, remade and rebuilt in Albert’s image…and reminded of her place by his side. He convinced her of his dream…and of her place serving alongside him as something beyond human, no matter how irritated it made that damned Excella.

She couldn’t beat Jill Valentine’s devotion if she had a million years.

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Wesker was waiting for her in the laboratory adjacent to the pod chamber when she arrived, The large office was full of semi-random computer equipment and files, and Wesker was reclined in a large office chair behind a desk, in a way that immediately reminded Jill of their STARS days together. Except instead of his crisp uniform, her boss wore the tight fitting black leather outfit, with his coat slung over the back of his chair. The sunglasses, as ever, remained a constant.

“Jill.”

Jill dipped her head in a slight bow. “Mr. Wesker, sir.” she said with a smile under her pointed mask. “Excella reported that you requested me. Is it another assassination?”

“Not at this time,” he said, the tips of his fingers touching each other over the surface of the desk. His own rather nasty smirk matched her smile. “Currently I require your personal assistance.”

Jill nodded slowly, before approaching him and sitting at the edge of his desk “Then consider me at your disposal, boss.”

Her voice dropped lower, her eyes meeting his through the reflective red-tinted lenses of her mask.

His hand snapped out, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her sharply toward him. He caught her lips on his, pulling her hard and fast into a rough kiss. Wasting no time, as usual.

JIll just had enough time to tilt her head to keep her mask from getting in the way, their lips crashing together as she fell against him. Her wrist radiated pain from the sudden hard grip and sharp yank, but …it was easy enough to push out of mind as she kissed her boss… her ‘master’ as Excella tried to mock…with equal passion.

WIth the kiss came memories of days in STARS, of the cramped office and her body against his desk.

Wesker had kissed her like this then, too, maybe not as hard, but with the same fiery passion he kept buttoned up behind his cool facade. HIs sharp teeth bit hard at her lips now, and threatened to break her skin, tough as it was, and his tongue pressed against hers.She felt is sharp nails pressing into her wrist even through his gloves.

Jill parted her lips for him, nipping playfully back at his lips once or twice, while letting him take firm control of the kiss. Her fingers clenched, sure that his grip wouldn’t loosen any time soon…it was possible he’d even break the skin there, too.

WIth her free hand, she pulled her mask away, and dropped it to the ground behind her, not letting the motion interrupt the kiss.

Wesker brought his other hand up and entangled it in Jill’s long, pale hair, winding it tight around his fingers so that he had a good grip on her as he sucked at her mouth. One more bite and Jill tasted the tang of blood between them.

He broke the kiss a moment later, and held her still close to his face. She could see the spark of his red eyes behind his glasses as he smirked at her. “I want you on the floor, Jill. On your knees.”

JIll’s face tinged just the slightest bit pink as she nodded obediently, even as the motion forced him to tug her hair. The small sting of pain gave her a desperate shiver, as she licked the blood off her lips slowly.

“Yes sir,” she said thickly, before shifting off his desk and slowly kneeling before him. It was an almost reverent gesture. She kneeled in eager submission before him, looking up to meet his crimson eyes with her own altered gaze.

He pet his fingers over her head, and curled them in her hair again, looking down on her with an expression somehow both sinister and fond.

“Unzip me.”

Jill nodded her head, feeling the pleasant sting of her hair tugged in his hand, as she raised her slender fingers to his lap “Yes sir.” She said again, as they deftly found the zipper and began to draw it down.

“I take it you’ve had a hell of a day.” she said, “given that you seem a little pent up, boss”

“Mm, you are not wrong,” he said, stroking his gloved hand around to grip her chin and the top of her throat. “But work is the last thing I want to talk about right now.”

Jill kept her fingers against his open zipper, looking up at him as he grasped her chin in his gloved fingers. “Do you want me to talk?” she teased with a half smile. “or are you planning on keeping me quiet? Sir”

“The latter. I have a better use for your mouth than talking right now, my dear Jill.” He pushed her down against his open zipper, rubbing her face against the tight bulge in his briefs below it.

Jill flushed, pressed face first to the impressive bulge in her employer’s briefs…the man who saved her from death. She dutifully nuzzled her cheek against it, her fingers wandering up to remove the button of his pants, and toy with the waistband of his briefs. “Yes, Mr. Wesker.” she purred, feeling a shudder of lust roll through her.

“Good girl,” he purred. He let her up just enough to give her room to pull down his waistband and release his cock. The long, thick shaft was already hard, and throbbing with his unusual warmth. He grabbed her hair again, and pressed her face to his length.

Jill brushed her lips down the length of the familiar member, feeling the warmth as it radiated against her sensitive and tender skin. Her lips parted in an eager grin as she came to the tip, her tongue gently poking out enough to flick along the underside of his head.

She was a good girl…she’d always been, from STARS to now…that eagerness to please always burned inside her.

Wesker rubbed the large head of his cock against her lips and tongue for a moment, using his grip on her to force her where he wanted her– not that he needed to. They both knew how much she wanted to suck him off; but they also both knew how much he loved to be rough with her.

“You know, the inside of your mouth is one of the things I missed most from the STARS office,” he drawled. “Open up.”

She made a little sound as he yanked her. A sharp, high noise of muffled pain as she opened her mouth for him, her eyes still locked on his from her position between his legs.

She missed it too…the feeling of his hands in her hair. His hand shoving her between his legs under the table…now that she was here, neither of them had to miss it any longer.

Her mouth open, Wesker shoved his cock between her lips, its thick weight heavy on her tongue, and filling her mouth almost immediately with only the first couple of inches. He throbbed inside of her, and she could taste the first salty drops of precum already. He held her tight as she knelt between his legs, one hand in her hair, the other on her throat.

“There we are, Ms. Valentine. Right where you belong.”

Jill turned a deeper red, looking up to him with a muffled sound of acknowledgement that vibrated against his member as her tongue began to slowly work along its length in her mouth, her body trying to shift to better take the rest of it’s massive length.

His hands guided her down on him, not impatient but with great control and precision, his member pressing deeper and deeper into her mouth and toward the back of her throat.

Jill’s body was more sensitive…more finely controlled. As Wesker’s dick slid down towards her throat, she relaxed it, shifting and leaning forward to it began to slide down, causing a visible bulge in her throat as she swallowed it.

Her heart beat…once, long ago, she struggled to take it all, choking on it when she tried…she only hoped she could take it all now.

“Relax yourself,” Wesker ordered, and she found that her body easily obeyed. As her boss pushed her head down against the base of his cock, he forced it all the way down. She could feel it inside of her, as if her throat were just his cocksleeve. He held her pinned there, her nose buried in his crotch,

Jill shivered, her tongue brushing the underside of his cock as she held it in her relaxed throat , feeling the weight of it inside her as she breathed steadily through her nose, looking once more up at him from where she was pressed between his legs.

Wesker looked down at her with lascivious hunger, licking his lips as he held her down. “Good girl,” he repeated. And he slowly started to pull her up, easing the bulge in her throat for a moment– before he forced her roughly back down, bottoming out deep in her again.

She groaned, muffled by his cock as it filled her throat a second time, her eyes watering from the strain of taking it all…but with her new body, she didn’t gag, simply shivered and pressed her lips to the base of his cock, the thrill sending tingles of pleasure to her own sex.

His gloved hand stroked her bulging througt as he started to roughly fuck her mouth in long, slow motions, forcing her up and down on his long shaft. The head of his cock dragged over her tongue and throbbed in the back of her throat each time he pushed her all the way down. Jill could hear Wesker’s breath getting heavier.

He pet his knuckle against the spot in her throat where he bottomed out. “You’re much improved since the old days.”

Jill closed her eyes, taking him deeply over and over again as he roughly fucked her mouth. She had…despite the beads of tears in her eyes , she hadn’t choked once, her lips tight around his cock as she worked diligently to get him off, all the while, the motions brought a sensual thrill of arousal to her own keyed up body.

The only warning Jill got that he was going to come was a single huff of breath, and the command, “Swallow it,” as he pushed her down tightly on him. Her nose ground against his hip bone, and she could feel his thick cock twitching deep in her throat, as he pumped his hot seed practically straight into her stomach.

Jill stiffened against him, taking only a few sharp short breaths through her nose before he began cumming down her throat. She swallowed the best she could, drinking it down into her stomach as his cock spasmed in her tight throat. She worried briefly that she may cough, or spit some out…and willed herself to swallow again, instead.

Wesker made a low noise of pleasure, and his grip on her hair eased. His gloved hand stroked up her throat, and to her cheek, where he patted her fondly, if condescendingly.

“An excellent warm up,” he purred at her, as he slowly let her up off his shaft.

Jill shifted slowly pulling off his cock with a sharp gasp, panting softly once she was able to breathe.

Her face leaned into his touch, a small smile on her face. “You’ve got more in store for me, sir?” she whispered eagerly.

He cupped her chin, and pulled her up to look at him. “So much more. Unzip yourself for me, Jill.”

Jill’s fingers went to the zipper of her battlesuit, drawing it down all the way to her hips with a nod “Yessir, Mr. Wekser,” she said, her voice low and breathy in her excitement. The feeling of the leather against the skin of her jaw…silky smooth as they held her in a tight grip, keeping her eyes on his..

She was getting wetter just looking at him. A fact she knew he’d soon see for himself, as she began peeling the garment away.

Wesker’s cock was still erect, and he watched her with a satisfied expression as she unzipped the parts of the suit that woul expose her breasts and sex to him.

“How beautiful you are, Jill,” he breathed, his gaze moving over her from behind his sunglasses.

Jill arched her back as she pulled the leather away to reveal her heavy, pale breasts, the tips of them topped in perky pink nipples. The only thing that interrupted it was the regulator attached between them…a red jewel-like item that kept her body in check while it adjusted to her treatments. Her lips parted into a wide smile at the praise, her breath heavy as she asked.

“You think I’m beautiful, sir?” she asked. “more than I was before?”

“You’re close to perfection now,” he growled with pleasure. “Stand,” he ordered, and grabbed her shoulder to move smoothly up with her.

Jill stood, half dragged and half on her own power, until she stood before him with her hands folded behind her back. “I know I’ll be perfect in your care, sir.”

He stroked his gloved hands over the bare parts of her body for a moment, squeezing her breasts in his hands. “Such faith and loyalty becomes you, my dear.”

He grabbed her suddenly, and pushed her down hard on her back, against the surface of the desk.

“Gah!!” Jill exclaimed in surprise as her back hit the tabletop, her breath briefly catching for a moment. She bit her lip, shifting on the desk with a wide smile plastered on her face. “ I’m nothing if not loyal, Mr. Wesker, sir.”

“True enough, Jill, true enough.” He smirked down at her as she lay there, momentarily dazed, and he pulled his gloves off, one after another, balling them together and dropping them on the desk beside her. “I am going to fuck you so hard that you break, Jill.”

Jill looked up at him, breath growing heavier as she shifted and squirmed against his desk, scootching just a little bit back. “Until I break, boss?” she asked with a tense grin.

“Consider it a stress test for your new abilities, Ms. Valentine,” he sneered. He cracked his bare knuckles. “Tell me you want me to do it, Jill.”

She knew this new body of hers could heal…she’d tested it a little herself in the field…but this was the first ‘stress test’ Wesker had suggested.

Her legs tensed, pressing together as she swallowed, and tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes. “I want you to fuck me until I break, Wesker, sir. Please. Tear me apart if you need to, I’ll do it.”

She pleaded with him, all too aware of just how horny the threat of oncoming violence was making her. It ignited a fire inside her, a fire that spread between her legs, giving her a shiver.

“Good girl,” he purred, drawing out the words as he spoke them. He grabbed her legs, and forced them roughly apart, stepping up so that his crotch was against hers. She felt his nails digging into the flesh of heraise, her lips in a tight, anxious smile. Fear mixed with arousal in her expression as his fingers dug into her calves. She knew he meant it…it made her body tense up below his as her arms lay pressed to his chest.

Wesker gripped her legs tightly and she felt him carefully adjust his hips, aligning the head of his cock with her slick hole. She felt the thick bulge of flesh pressing up against her entrance as he leered down at her.

She took a deep breath, relaxing herself as she looked up and into his eyes with an almost timid grin “Boss, I know nothing’ll come of me saying ‘be gentle,’ “she joked, spreading her legs a little wider before brushing them against his legs.

“I might be even rougher,” he said with a smirk. Maybe he wasn’t lying. He rocked his hips, and slammed her body against the desk as he thrust his long, thick shaft inside of her in a single shocking motion.

“Gah!” she yelped, covering her mouth with her hand to try and shut out the sound as her hips jerked hard at the sudden motion. “Then please be gentle, sir.” She breathed with a coy smile.

The motion sent a wave of lust and discomfort through her, pinging her enhanced nerves with delicious sensation.

“Jill Valentine always knows what she wants, hm?”

Wesker’s look of amusement grew even more obvious as he tightened his grip on her legs. She would certainly bruise. His nails were starting to break the skin. He held her body like she was an object, and pulled out of her, before slamming into her again. She felt his hips bruise hers, and his cock smashing into the back of her insides with a jolt of mixed pleasure and pain.

Her voice was strangled as she replied. “Always, Boss.” she bit her lip hard, her whole body rocking with the force of his thrust and the sharp pain of his body bruising hers. She panted, moving her hips slowly along with his thrust, trying to take him as deep as she could.

As the first of his nails broke the skin, she shuddered in desire, wondering if the sight of blood trailing down her leg would excite him. “ooOOOh…”

It certainly seemed to. He licked his lips again as the hot, wet sensation of blood dripped down her legs. He pulled her toward him, and started fucking her in earnest, aggressively violating her body again and again. Hissharp, intense thrusts rocked her against the surface of the desk and sent shockwaves of sensation through her body.

The trails of blood from the various shallow wounds on her legs trailed over prickling flesh, and his thrusts kept her body rocking against the hard tabletop as she tried to rock her body back against his to meet him.

He filled her, again and again, causing her pleasure to rise with every rough touch and brutal thrust against her already bruising hips.

His grip on her loosened now that their rhythm was set, and he dragged his bare fingers over the blood that dripped own her raised legs, smearing it down toward her thighs, and up over her sides, and her breasts, painting her with blood as he fucked her.

“Simply beautiful,” he purred.

The hot, slick sensation of her own blood on her stiffened nipples, trailed along by his fingertips , sent another shudder of lust through her as she lay her head back on the desktop with a low whimper. “T-thank you, sir,” she murmured through her teeth.

He grabbed her breasts for a moment, and then his hands started to snake higher still. “Keep your legs raised, Jill,” he instructed.

Her pelvis was already obviously bruised from the strength of his fucking. Her body ached and seemed to creak with mingled pain and pleasure.

Jill winced as she started raising her legs up higher, using her hands to grip them and hold them tight as his powerful body continued to rock against hers. “Y-yes boss.” She hissed. “Like …ah! Like this?”

“Good girl,” he purred. His bloody hands came to rest on the base of her throat. “Any last words?”

Jill’s face flushed, and for a moment genuine fear flickered through her eyes. How literal did he mean that? She’d heal, wouldn’t she? This was the first of the ‘stress tests’ he’d done on her healing factor.

She took a deep, deep breath, arching her body below him. A portrait of drying blood and bruises all over her body.

“I love you, Albert.” she managed to say, though her voice quivered just a bit. “I know you’ll put my body to good use.”

“Your faith in me will always be rewarded,” he purred. “I love you too, Jill.”

And then his hands wrapped around her throat, and he started to squeeze, holding her down as he thrust into her, his throbbing cock feeling a hammer like it might tear her apart, as well as it might make her come.

Jill’s breath shuddered before coming to a stop. The grip of his hands as they closed around her windpipe briefly cutting off her supply of air. As he squeezed harder, a lightheadedness began to float up behind her eyes, her fingers grip on her legs slipping.

But she kept them up, as instructed, letting the captain fuck her like an object on his table…her own lust rising along with the increasing feeling of dizziness.

Wesker let out a low groan of pleasure as he choked and fucked her, using her until she came apart, fucking the life out of her.

His glasses slipped down on his nose as he watched her dizzily squirm underneath him. Every powerful thrust he sent into her rocked her body, as he lunged against her.

It was clear on his face that the thought of absolutely breaking her apart was about to send him over the edge.

Her hand slipped from her leg, the limb falling down as less oxygen reached her brain, and her fine control of her body began to slip. Her breath shuddered, her lips feeling dry as she looked up at him through swimming vision.

But at the same time, while her legs went limp, the pleasure continued as intense as ever, nearing a fever pitch as he seemed willing to make due on his promise to literally break her under him. Her limp, shaking hand reached up, brushing against his face and leaving a smear of her own drying blood across his cheek before it too fell back to the desk.

As the edges of her vision went dark, his nails dug into her neck and she heard him grunt out her name. His cock twitched inside of her, and he slammed against her with his hardest thrusts yet, as hot seed exploded in spurts into her. She felt something in her body give and break under his ruthless treatment, her brain a little too oxygen starved to recognize the fullness of the pain.

It was not, however, too oxygen starved to recognize the thunderous orgasm that rocked through her body as Wesker took her apart and came inside her.

Jill was limp, unable to even really twitch as the orgasm rolled through her, a strangled moan about all she could manage in her broken and suffocating state. She felt the warmth of his cum inside her…the twitching of her sex around his member, and the rolling pleasure of her own orgasm…all through the swimming, swaying vision and the increasingly delirious state of her oxygen-starved mind.

She mouthed his name, but the sound simply wouldn’t come.

Albert shuddered, rocking slower and slower against Jill’s body as his intense orgasm subsided, until finally he simply held himself tight inside her, feeling the way her body simply gave against him. He had most certainly broken something.

He leaned down, and pressed a kiss to her gasping mouth; and then he finally released some of the strength from his grip, letting air finally flow into her lungs again. There was a bruise around her throat in the shape of his fingers already.

Jill sucked in a ragged, gasping breath, wincing as the motion sent a bloom of pain through her entire body…but still, she took in deep breath after deep breath, sometimes resulting in a painful, rattling cough as her vision swam back into focus.

“A…ah…” she panted “Mr. W..Wesker.” she managed “Did I do well?”

Wesker rubbed his hands down her body softly, lingering on her chest for a moment, tracing his fingers around the device implanted there.

“Very well, my dear Jill,” he breathed. “Very well indeed.”

Her heart beat heavily in her chest, the regulator working overtime to key her body into the viral cocktail that gave her enhanced regeneration, speed and strength. She took another breath, bones clicking unnaturally together as she moved, shifting, before falling back on the desk.

“Regen should kick in any second now.” She said dizzilly. “I can feel it here…” She placed her fingers on the device.

“Yes, in just a moment,” he purred. “Careful how you move. Wouldn’t want to have to rebreak them so they set right.” He stroked his fingers down her aching body quite tenderly.

JIll nodded, gritting her teeth through pain that still sent a few tingles of pleasure through her. “I know I could trust you to set them right, but I’d like to avoid it.”

She winked. “If only to keep you from getting horny again, Boss.”

He favored her with a low chuckle. “We couldn’t have that. As much as I might want to play with you all day.”

There was a throb of heat through her body as the system started to kick in, and she felt the strange sensation of healing in rapid time.

She groaned, her wounds knitting closed and bones resetting themselves and sealing back into shape as her hips arched up. Even bruises began to fade as her body’s healing factor more than made up for the damage Wesker had done.

“Gahh…” she breathed. “still feels so weird.” she whispered. But…it was better than the alternative.

She smiled up at him, finally starting to sit up with a wink. “test successful, Mr. Wesker.”

He allowed her to sit up, stroking his hands over her body again, and watching with satisfaction. “Test successful. Your cooperation was appreciated.”

She shifted until she was sitting before him, arching her body against his hands with a slim smile. “You know I’ll cooperate anytime, sir. Even if you needed to tear me limb from limb.”

She looked down at herself, covered in drying blood, bruises fading, and smiled a bit to herself in satisfaction. This body was still strange to her…but this gift…the gift of healing, life and power. To never again be dashed on the rocks with the fear of death. It was well worth the changes.

Wesker scooped her into his arms suddenly, and sat back down in his chair, holding her bloody, mostly undressed form in his lap as she healed.

“I know you will. And I will put you to very good use.”

Jill leaned her head back into him, resting with satisfaction upon his lap. “And I’ll be as useful as i can be, boss.” She whispered. “You made me, after all. I’m yours.”