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Resident Evil: BSAA Files- Chapter 1a: Jill Valentine
We last left our captive, Jill Valentine, in the capable hands of Excella Gionne, the latest CEO of Tricell Pharmaceuticals, and a Biochemist working on the latest Griffith project, named after the founder of the serum developed in the research center; Caliban Cove.
Jill finds herself in a precarious position; a device attached to her chest, with lines pumping small doses of the Griffith serum through her entire body, she is a slave to her own body. Her will has been tampered with through the use of modern science, and Excella—sadistic and calculating—is taking great pleasure in her independent research as to the effectiveness of the prototype Griffith device.
With one woman’s will bent to the mercy of a mastermind, and the other woman determined to enjoy every single moment of suffering from her latest subject, does Jill have what it takes to break free from her spell? Her body acted upon command, and due to high doses of direct stimulation—tickling—brought on by Excella.
The tables may turn, but it will take more than wishful thinking. Jill may or may not have a prayer still in store to ensure her survival.
*****
‘Wiggle your middle finger…’
Only a hint of response, but Excella had stopped tickling her mindlessly, giving her body a chance to calm down. The upside was that she didn’t feel herself rapidly growing insane, her underarms still tingling, and her mind alive with the vivid images of those nails assaulting her. The downside to this affair was that Jill was starting to understand just how the device worked.
The serum encased in the device worked as a nullifying agent; in smaller doses it repressed brain activity so that Jill’s own internal commands to body functions were reduced to nothing. The mechanics of the device replaced those brain functions and allowed for outer influence to guide the unwilling recipient as the ‘user’ would see fit. With minimal brain activity in key areas, any suggested command would replace that of the subject’s own, thus creating a willing drone.
She saw this now, understood in a small part why her body was so unwilling. The tickling had caused an increase in body functions on par with brain activity, and in an attempt to compensate for it, the Griffith device acted as the external brain to reduce body movement, all while losing its hold on her primitive brain activity. One function couldn’t replace the other, so when her body willed her arms to lower, she was able to do so.
All of this ran through her head in almost a split second, doing her best to willingly ignore Excella who was seated right in front of her. The woman was displeased by the independent action and seemed it was necessary to adjust the settings of Jill’s chest implant. That’s what she was doing now, and all Jill could feel was the occasional external pressure as Excella tweaked the knobs and tinkered with the outer workings, just before replacing the heart shaped red glass casing back into place.
“I would slap you but I don’t think you’re entirely to blame,” Excella said as if to add words of comfort. But despite those words she struck Jill across the face anyways, eliciting an involuntary yelp. Jill’s head spun back around to face forward and she was once again void of any expression apart from neutrality.
She was still resisting which pissed Excella off to no end, but she easily dismissed it after upping the dosage of the serum being pumped into her system. Easy fix and Jill was once again docile. Now it was time to continue the day’s festivities;
Her motives were to get raw data on the affects of the serum with moderate changes in doses. The danger was that if the subject was administered enough of the serum then ‘The subject’, or Jill in this case, could suffer the same fate as the staff and crew of the old Caliban Cove facility. This would matter if Excella actually cared about what happened to Jill.
Lucky days, she didn’t. With the use of those wonderfully pointed nails of hers, Excella drew random patterns along Jill’s flat stomach while watching the expression on her face: just like before, there was a momentary pause where programming tried to gain a firm hold on the involuntary physical responses. As her nails dug deeper into the skin in hurried patterns, she could catch hints of physical changes in Jill’s facial patterns; a small smile was forming, and audible responses were forming on her lips.
Oh, and let’s not forget the empirical evidence that this was total agony for Jill. Her breathing was becoming labored, her body feeling heavier than before as each command she gave made her feel like she was falling into an even deeper hole. Her unconscious responses were becoming more detached from her own mentality… she could almost feel it, like an empty void between mind and body; connected only by the response of stimulated nerves.
Well at least her imagination was working, because she was becoming a giggling mess in that space. It brought about a small sense of relief to give herself an outlet, but that sense of relief was short-lived within the first minute of those fiendish nails suddenly trailing down her sides. Her eyes were wide open, and she couldn’t even look down.
Excella was planning something, because she could see the look in the other woman’s eye just as she felt pressure increase along her waistline, causing a quiet yip from her body. The stimulation was too much and she found herself giggling aloud while her body slowly danced beneath those fingers; quivering and quaking. Her mind’s eye was cackling like a banshee, a vivid image painted while her trapped mentality banged and beat against the walls of her prison, cursing and swearing such a streak that surprised even her.
They were reaching the heightened point of the chest unit’s first foul up and so far there was nothing outside the norm of human physical response. It was like every part of Jill’s body was overly sensitized, which could be a side effect of the serum… or she was naturally this ticklish. Unfortunately enough Excella couldn’t categorize that in a scientifically relevant factor. What make cliff notes not to tickle the subject in fear of overriding the machine? Wesker probably wasn’t planning on anything so childish.
“See what happens when you just ‘allow’ yourself to give in to this? You don’t have a choice Jill, and things will be better for you the moment you just accept that truth,” she found the irony of holding a serious conversation with the woman while her nails traced higher along her near-naked torso, causing another stream of absolutely delicious giggles to bubble forth from her living drone.
There was more to it than that though, she absolutely loved the power that she wielded, not to mention the feel of such supple and smooth skin beneath her fingers. Power was the only thing capable of getting her this excited. The Griffith Serum wasn’t just Wesker’s baby, it was hers… she practically had to beg him—in her own upstanding way—to allow her to continue with the research. She had no clue that her first subject to prove the worth of the Griffith device would be one of the original S.T.A.R.S. members that fouled up the old Arklay Mountain research center. It was like getting a tasty treat on top of a huge banquet meal.
Such power… Excella had to stop for a moment, raising herself up and off of Jill’s lap. She could hear the sigh of relief coming from the woman’s lips but just chose to ignore it, heels clicking softly against the plush rug as she started towards her desk... A quick glance over the shoulder showed that it never grew past that response.
There was a smile lingering on Excella’s lips, reaching for the center console built into her desk. A couple keystrokes across the board, and she was rewarded with the sound of her security camera feed dying down. “I have a confession to make, and I feel you’re the only one I can talk to about this… can I talk to you about this Jill?”
Jill nodded without question.
Excella wanted to laugh, but she kept herself reserved; keystroke after keystroke sealing both of their fate’s in this lavished little room. The windows had automated shutters that sealed and locked, the door was reinforced with two inches of steel, and a deadbolt that was thick enough you would need an act of God to get in. She wasn’t hiding her intentions, but she didn’t enjoy the possibility—however unlikely—that someone else might find it necessary to intrude right now.
“Well Jill, you have such a lovely physique I am almost jealous,” she continued, though teetering close to a giggle. Her slender hands found the curves of her own body, and much like a sultry temptress, she ran her hands along the length of her body, right down to the curve of her hips, “almost jealous.”
Decorum was no longer relevant for Excella, slowly slipping out of those heels and allowing the sensation of her imported rug to sink deep between the spaces of her toes. She could empathize with Jill’s situation, just the thought of hands roaming along her body like that; it would drive her absolutely mad! She admitted nothing, not even to herself, but the thought of being rendered helpless on such a very personal level, and tickling…
“Right, well now we reach the heart of my confession, and the reason I must confide in you,” she said in false confidence, her slow stride carrying her closer and closer to her subject. “Being part of this project has meant more to me then just financial gain… you must understand more than anybody that research is hindered when regulations are forced on studies.”
She was looking for sympathy perhaps? Not likely, but the outreach was reasonable. Jill knew Wesker enough that he suffered the traits of a sociopath, and morality was always flexible if it meant moving forward with the viral programs that he dedicated his life to. When Umbrella officially tanked as a pharmaceutical corporation a lot of disclosed information became available, and you can imagine how many times Wesker’s name came up in time stamps and biological reports.
“You must think of me as scum right now, but I can live with that. What I can’t live with though is this project becoming a failure,” Excella said as she resumed her seat just across from Jill “you are very resistant, and I like that. What’s good research without a challenge?” extending her hand out, she clasped her fingers around the other woman’s right ankle, raising her leg to settle across her lap.
“This really isn’t relevant to the research I need, but that won’t stop me from enjoying your predicament immensely.”
This Jill was actually able to watch in that same bland expression, her eyes momentarily going wide before they settled back to that neutral expression that happened to be getting on her last nerve. The involuntary response right now would be to curl her toes, or maybe even to fidget about nervously, why would she be denied those responses?! Considering the treatment she’s been given thus far, she knew what was going through Excella’s mind, and she didn’t look forward to going through it…
The boots she wore were costly to say the least; they came to the very tips of her calves, with thick leather capable of resisting penetration caused by bites ranging from insects and snakes, to larger game animals. They came in handy, and comfort was not spared. Seeing as Jill’s full time commitment entailed chasing bio-terrorists to the furthest corners of the world, she was beyond happy with the results.
Now she was wishing that there was an added feature to her boots that would work against the prying fingers of a crazed corporate mogul with a fetish. This must have been the full confession that Excella was talking about, and Jill wished she wasn’t warned ahead of time about it…
Excella had this look in her eye as those horrid fingers slowly fondled at the thick leather of her boots, tugging almost playfully at the buckle along the top of the boot. Given another time and another place, Jill might’ve felt the same type of sensuality with a lover, which is what made the situation all the more disturbing.
Still, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company, she could only wonder what the full effect would be were those fingers to reach her foot. Not just that, but why the fascination? She was almost compelled to focus on this single task, seeing as it held importance to Excella… she should… she… ‘Wait a minute, what are you thinking? This woman is sick and twisted,’ came the voice of reasoning, almost snapping her out of her trance just as she felt the leather belt loosen along her calf.
That’s what Excella was talking about; this device would ultimately take control over her general line of reasoning. Her thoughts were her own, but they were also being invaded by something she couldn’t control.
The zipper came next, and for this Excella seemed to be taking her time; almost savoring the feel as each clasp of the zipper snapped open, exposing her pant leg which ran to the very base of her ankle.
It’s not right. She shouldn’t be here, controlled under the whims of a bio-terrorist. She should continue her fight and do everything in her power to… to just relax. This was right.
The zipper stopped just shy of her ankle, allowing Excella room to maneuver her right hand under the leather material, softly grasping the warm pant leg just above Jill’s ankle. Her left hand gripped the heel of her boot and carefully pulled it free without resistance.
It must be the dosage of the serum… but why would it be influencing her? It was like a virus taking on a mind of its own. She could no longer feel the clash between her own mentality, and the foreign invader. Every foreign thought that followed suit felt like it was hers, and she was having trouble keeping up with each and every one of them. She didn’t have much time as she caught the sight of the tip of her toes encased in the black sock.
It should have been wrong, but staring down her foot, it just no longer felt that way. She knew where the thought was coming from, but it just came so naturally… was it really a false feeling? Anticipation was there, but out of original, idle curiosity.
She just figured it out… there was a moment when her body actually allowed her to shift her gaze to Excella’s face, expressing something other than that hollowed expression.
Excella knew just what. She almost casually raised her glance to Jill as if addressing an after-thought, “well it’s not like you should be surprised that a few sub-routines were added.” With fingers curling softly around her clothed ankle, she raised Jill’s foot high enough to be at chest level, allowing a single finger to press into her socked heel while disregarding her facial expression.
That bitch, and working with Wesker it was no shock she’d do something unethical like this. Pressure again, she was just getting ready to start. Funny that Jill didn’t essentially feel worried about it.
Ever feel like time was slowing to a sudden crawl? Be angry about it all you want, but alone with your thoughts, you notice each second of detail as if it was an hour. Excella understood this, and despite her own motives, she was being meticulous to the conditioning process.
Even through the sock Excella could feel just how soft Jill’s skin was, such an easy tell by the way her finger just practically sank as if straight to the bone. The touch itself brought about no response, and she couldn’t feel any reflex movement.
Working with a mind of its own her index finger went rigid, replacing the pad of her finger with the well trimmed, smooth nail. Raising Jill’s ankle higher, she caught a better view while tracing her finger along the center of her foot, following the very dip of her curvy arch, and straight up to the underside of her middle toe.
The simple stroke brought a slight flex from her seven and a half, involuntary but controlled. Jill’s facial expression gave no tells as before, but there was the faint hint of movement at the corners of her lips. It made it necessary to follow through with a quicker downward stroke right back to her heel, causing another backwards flex.
Jill’s heart was racing now, and inside she felt as though she wanted to jump seven feet up into the air. She could still feel the faint trace of that finger, and hear the inner voice giggling with forced glee. Was it forced? Not nearly as bad as she thought it would be, but right now she was running up a track record for assuming things, and then getting the crap-end of the stick because of it. Let’s just try and keep our mouth shut today.
“Your eyes, you know to watch what I do; yet you still have no control over your actions,” Excella wasn’t so much asking a question as she was stating a fact, reveling in the silence as her nail drew another line in the proverbial sand, tracing up the length of her socked foot. This time the response came on stronger, watching Jill as her lips curled again, and resistance was felt against her ankle in an idle tug. She was giggling, lips still closed as muffled noises betrayed her and left Excella to gloat as she decided to move to the highlight of the evening.
She held no shame to expressing her own ‘excitement’, especially when she was given no ill judgment from her willing guest. “It’s nice to have another woman around whom ‘get’s’ me…” tittering like a school girl while treating the situation like some joke.
Excella gripped the edge of her black sock, taking great delight in sliding nimble digits of a free hand under the cuff of her pant-leg until she was grasping smooth skin beneath her palms. Oh, how it radiated such warmth and tenderness… she didn’t let a single moment go to waste though, not with the unwrapping process. With the band of the sock between finger and thumb, one steady pull revealed her mark in all its soft, lush glory. Like the rest of her body, Jill proved once more that there wasn’t a single spot thus far that didn’t hold the same trait of beauty to it.
Was Excella licking her lips? This would send a shiver down her spine, but her attention was so caught up on both hands vanishing beneath the seams of her pants. What were they doing, and was she actually starting to grow eager about the result? The spell was starting to work, and she no longer could discern between one voice and the other, so acceptance was the creative alternative. Not like she couldn’t go back, right?
What Jill didn’t know was that the full extent of the sub-routine implanted in the device went deeper than just suggested thoughts and actions laced with her own. Excella had to up the dose, yes, but the seed was planted in Jill’s unconscious mind, growing stronger the more Jill ignored the internal invader.
It didn’t matter anymore. Jill saw those nails coming a mile away, and she was given the front-row preview as her foot was bared, gazing almost intently at her pale white toes. She could even make out the ridges and imprints left behind from hours encased inside her boot.
Excella was talking but it became irrelevant, especially when Jill tasted that first Hershey’s kiss along her naked heel which sent such a jolt through her entire leg that she almost did jump. A circle was being drawn, and she painted the picture beautifully in her mind’s eye; the indent left behind as her nail came about and rounded the next corner, making hurried giggles and guffaws leave her lips.
The other woman wasted no time. Her grip grew tight on Jill’s ankle, and with a sudden flurry of passion, she scribbled her nails along the contours of her arch, and along the instep heading towards the sides of her feet, making her bounce and shake about. What was most lovely about it?
“Now hold your foot still, pretty lady…”
Just like that, as if suddenly the reset button was hit; Jill’s foot stopped in mid fidget and held poised. That didn’t stop her though from those reflexes of hers kicking in, her hands brought up to her mouth as it hollowed out the sound of her laughter. She was a puppet, and though the rest of her body almost practically floundered and flailed in controlled responses, her foot was still.
Well whatever Excella did, at least she was allowed the audible release that she was almost deprived of before. She took this in stride and held nothing back in forcing out as much of that sweet, delectable laughter as humanly possible. She laughed as if she just heard a funny joke, or like she used to when Chris would make funny faces, or Leon’s indirect sarcasm that always seemed to hit a nerve. She laughed like she had no control,
, and the device was starting to lose control over her.
The glee was so palpable that Excella joined in with her own childish giggling, drawing figure eights along the high dip of her arch, and then topping it off by testing the space between her toes which brought out a nest of tittering noises and chuckles, and as the tops of her toes were assaulted, her voice died down to just the faintest whisper of giggles that made her look so utterly adorable.
She grew crazed in Jill’s laughter. She loved it all, and she became greedy… so greedy in fact that she hadn’t noticed the illuminating glow of Jill’s chest device signaling heightened stress. It was the same failsafe glow that Excella installed to pinpoint irregularities in the machines capacity.
The same glow that allowed Jill to remote access her own body beyond Excella’s consent, and it was just a matter of time before even voice commands were ignored. She took it to consideration, but she knew the sub-routines were in place. Like before it was just a minor nuisance that irritated her, but she didn’t have a single doubt that given enough ‘conditioning’, all these problems would simply go away.
Jill seemed to be on the same wave link, but not by choice. Well, she DID have a choice, or at least she ‘Thought’ she had a choice. Something in the back of her mind was screaming, and it seemed relevant enough to consider it, that particular voice of reasoning that once told her to snap out of it in more way than one, but this seemed far more important. How could her foot hold perfectly still while the rest of her was a mess?
The heel and part of Jill’s arch was assaulted again, reducing the girl once more into nothing but a mess of laughter as she actually collapsed slightly against the arm of the chair, but only to brace her weight as she suddenly felt a little lop-sided.
With nothing but several inches of reinforced steel separating Jill from the rest of the island, and hundreds of miles cutting her off from the civilized world, it seems Jill’s world was about to be set in stone…
We last left our captive, Jill Valentine, in the capable hands of Excella Gionne, the latest CEO of Tricell Pharmaceuticals, and a Biochemist working on the latest Griffith project, named after the founder of the serum developed in the research center; Caliban Cove.
Jill finds herself in a precarious position; a device attached to her chest, with lines pumping small doses of the Griffith serum through her entire body, she is a slave to her own body. Her will has been tampered with through the use of modern science, and Excella—sadistic and calculating—is taking great pleasure in her independent research as to the effectiveness of the prototype Griffith device.
With one woman’s will bent to the mercy of a mastermind, and the other woman determined to enjoy every single moment of suffering from her latest subject, does Jill have what it takes to break free from her spell? Her body acted upon command, and due to high doses of direct stimulation—tickling—brought on by Excella.
The tables may turn, but it will take more than wishful thinking. Jill may or may not have a prayer still in store to ensure her survival.
*****
‘Wiggle your middle finger…’
Only a hint of response, but Excella had stopped tickling her mindlessly, giving her body a chance to calm down. The upside was that she didn’t feel herself rapidly growing insane, her underarms still tingling, and her mind alive with the vivid images of those nails assaulting her. The downside to this affair was that Jill was starting to understand just how the device worked.
The serum encased in the device worked as a nullifying agent; in smaller doses it repressed brain activity so that Jill’s own internal commands to body functions were reduced to nothing. The mechanics of the device replaced those brain functions and allowed for outer influence to guide the unwilling recipient as the ‘user’ would see fit. With minimal brain activity in key areas, any suggested command would replace that of the subject’s own, thus creating a willing drone.
She saw this now, understood in a small part why her body was so unwilling. The tickling had caused an increase in body functions on par with brain activity, and in an attempt to compensate for it, the Griffith device acted as the external brain to reduce body movement, all while losing its hold on her primitive brain activity. One function couldn’t replace the other, so when her body willed her arms to lower, she was able to do so.
All of this ran through her head in almost a split second, doing her best to willingly ignore Excella who was seated right in front of her. The woman was displeased by the independent action and seemed it was necessary to adjust the settings of Jill’s chest implant. That’s what she was doing now, and all Jill could feel was the occasional external pressure as Excella tweaked the knobs and tinkered with the outer workings, just before replacing the heart shaped red glass casing back into place.
“I would slap you but I don’t think you’re entirely to blame,” Excella said as if to add words of comfort. But despite those words she struck Jill across the face anyways, eliciting an involuntary yelp. Jill’s head spun back around to face forward and she was once again void of any expression apart from neutrality.
She was still resisting which pissed Excella off to no end, but she easily dismissed it after upping the dosage of the serum being pumped into her system. Easy fix and Jill was once again docile. Now it was time to continue the day’s festivities;
Her motives were to get raw data on the affects of the serum with moderate changes in doses. The danger was that if the subject was administered enough of the serum then ‘The subject’, or Jill in this case, could suffer the same fate as the staff and crew of the old Caliban Cove facility. This would matter if Excella actually cared about what happened to Jill.
Lucky days, she didn’t. With the use of those wonderfully pointed nails of hers, Excella drew random patterns along Jill’s flat stomach while watching the expression on her face: just like before, there was a momentary pause where programming tried to gain a firm hold on the involuntary physical responses. As her nails dug deeper into the skin in hurried patterns, she could catch hints of physical changes in Jill’s facial patterns; a small smile was forming, and audible responses were forming on her lips.
Oh, and let’s not forget the empirical evidence that this was total agony for Jill. Her breathing was becoming labored, her body feeling heavier than before as each command she gave made her feel like she was falling into an even deeper hole. Her unconscious responses were becoming more detached from her own mentality… she could almost feel it, like an empty void between mind and body; connected only by the response of stimulated nerves.
Well at least her imagination was working, because she was becoming a giggling mess in that space. It brought about a small sense of relief to give herself an outlet, but that sense of relief was short-lived within the first minute of those fiendish nails suddenly trailing down her sides. Her eyes were wide open, and she couldn’t even look down.
Excella was planning something, because she could see the look in the other woman’s eye just as she felt pressure increase along her waistline, causing a quiet yip from her body. The stimulation was too much and she found herself giggling aloud while her body slowly danced beneath those fingers; quivering and quaking. Her mind’s eye was cackling like a banshee, a vivid image painted while her trapped mentality banged and beat against the walls of her prison, cursing and swearing such a streak that surprised even her.
They were reaching the heightened point of the chest unit’s first foul up and so far there was nothing outside the norm of human physical response. It was like every part of Jill’s body was overly sensitized, which could be a side effect of the serum… or she was naturally this ticklish. Unfortunately enough Excella couldn’t categorize that in a scientifically relevant factor. What make cliff notes not to tickle the subject in fear of overriding the machine? Wesker probably wasn’t planning on anything so childish.
“See what happens when you just ‘allow’ yourself to give in to this? You don’t have a choice Jill, and things will be better for you the moment you just accept that truth,” she found the irony of holding a serious conversation with the woman while her nails traced higher along her near-naked torso, causing another stream of absolutely delicious giggles to bubble forth from her living drone.
There was more to it than that though, she absolutely loved the power that she wielded, not to mention the feel of such supple and smooth skin beneath her fingers. Power was the only thing capable of getting her this excited. The Griffith Serum wasn’t just Wesker’s baby, it was hers… she practically had to beg him—in her own upstanding way—to allow her to continue with the research. She had no clue that her first subject to prove the worth of the Griffith device would be one of the original S.T.A.R.S. members that fouled up the old Arklay Mountain research center. It was like getting a tasty treat on top of a huge banquet meal.
Such power… Excella had to stop for a moment, raising herself up and off of Jill’s lap. She could hear the sigh of relief coming from the woman’s lips but just chose to ignore it, heels clicking softly against the plush rug as she started towards her desk... A quick glance over the shoulder showed that it never grew past that response.
There was a smile lingering on Excella’s lips, reaching for the center console built into her desk. A couple keystrokes across the board, and she was rewarded with the sound of her security camera feed dying down. “I have a confession to make, and I feel you’re the only one I can talk to about this… can I talk to you about this Jill?”
Jill nodded without question.
Excella wanted to laugh, but she kept herself reserved; keystroke after keystroke sealing both of their fate’s in this lavished little room. The windows had automated shutters that sealed and locked, the door was reinforced with two inches of steel, and a deadbolt that was thick enough you would need an act of God to get in. She wasn’t hiding her intentions, but she didn’t enjoy the possibility—however unlikely—that someone else might find it necessary to intrude right now.
“Well Jill, you have such a lovely physique I am almost jealous,” she continued, though teetering close to a giggle. Her slender hands found the curves of her own body, and much like a sultry temptress, she ran her hands along the length of her body, right down to the curve of her hips, “almost jealous.”
Decorum was no longer relevant for Excella, slowly slipping out of those heels and allowing the sensation of her imported rug to sink deep between the spaces of her toes. She could empathize with Jill’s situation, just the thought of hands roaming along her body like that; it would drive her absolutely mad! She admitted nothing, not even to herself, but the thought of being rendered helpless on such a very personal level, and tickling…
“Right, well now we reach the heart of my confession, and the reason I must confide in you,” she said in false confidence, her slow stride carrying her closer and closer to her subject. “Being part of this project has meant more to me then just financial gain… you must understand more than anybody that research is hindered when regulations are forced on studies.”
She was looking for sympathy perhaps? Not likely, but the outreach was reasonable. Jill knew Wesker enough that he suffered the traits of a sociopath, and morality was always flexible if it meant moving forward with the viral programs that he dedicated his life to. When Umbrella officially tanked as a pharmaceutical corporation a lot of disclosed information became available, and you can imagine how many times Wesker’s name came up in time stamps and biological reports.
“You must think of me as scum right now, but I can live with that. What I can’t live with though is this project becoming a failure,” Excella said as she resumed her seat just across from Jill “you are very resistant, and I like that. What’s good research without a challenge?” extending her hand out, she clasped her fingers around the other woman’s right ankle, raising her leg to settle across her lap.
“This really isn’t relevant to the research I need, but that won’t stop me from enjoying your predicament immensely.”
This Jill was actually able to watch in that same bland expression, her eyes momentarily going wide before they settled back to that neutral expression that happened to be getting on her last nerve. The involuntary response right now would be to curl her toes, or maybe even to fidget about nervously, why would she be denied those responses?! Considering the treatment she’s been given thus far, she knew what was going through Excella’s mind, and she didn’t look forward to going through it…
The boots she wore were costly to say the least; they came to the very tips of her calves, with thick leather capable of resisting penetration caused by bites ranging from insects and snakes, to larger game animals. They came in handy, and comfort was not spared. Seeing as Jill’s full time commitment entailed chasing bio-terrorists to the furthest corners of the world, she was beyond happy with the results.
Now she was wishing that there was an added feature to her boots that would work against the prying fingers of a crazed corporate mogul with a fetish. This must have been the full confession that Excella was talking about, and Jill wished she wasn’t warned ahead of time about it…
Excella had this look in her eye as those horrid fingers slowly fondled at the thick leather of her boots, tugging almost playfully at the buckle along the top of the boot. Given another time and another place, Jill might’ve felt the same type of sensuality with a lover, which is what made the situation all the more disturbing.
Still, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company, she could only wonder what the full effect would be were those fingers to reach her foot. Not just that, but why the fascination? She was almost compelled to focus on this single task, seeing as it held importance to Excella… she should… she… ‘Wait a minute, what are you thinking? This woman is sick and twisted,’ came the voice of reasoning, almost snapping her out of her trance just as she felt the leather belt loosen along her calf.
That’s what Excella was talking about; this device would ultimately take control over her general line of reasoning. Her thoughts were her own, but they were also being invaded by something she couldn’t control.
The zipper came next, and for this Excella seemed to be taking her time; almost savoring the feel as each clasp of the zipper snapped open, exposing her pant leg which ran to the very base of her ankle.
It’s not right. She shouldn’t be here, controlled under the whims of a bio-terrorist. She should continue her fight and do everything in her power to… to just relax. This was right.
The zipper stopped just shy of her ankle, allowing Excella room to maneuver her right hand under the leather material, softly grasping the warm pant leg just above Jill’s ankle. Her left hand gripped the heel of her boot and carefully pulled it free without resistance.
It must be the dosage of the serum… but why would it be influencing her? It was like a virus taking on a mind of its own. She could no longer feel the clash between her own mentality, and the foreign invader. Every foreign thought that followed suit felt like it was hers, and she was having trouble keeping up with each and every one of them. She didn’t have much time as she caught the sight of the tip of her toes encased in the black sock.
It should have been wrong, but staring down her foot, it just no longer felt that way. She knew where the thought was coming from, but it just came so naturally… was it really a false feeling? Anticipation was there, but out of original, idle curiosity.
She just figured it out… there was a moment when her body actually allowed her to shift her gaze to Excella’s face, expressing something other than that hollowed expression.
Excella knew just what. She almost casually raised her glance to Jill as if addressing an after-thought, “well it’s not like you should be surprised that a few sub-routines were added.” With fingers curling softly around her clothed ankle, she raised Jill’s foot high enough to be at chest level, allowing a single finger to press into her socked heel while disregarding her facial expression.
That bitch, and working with Wesker it was no shock she’d do something unethical like this. Pressure again, she was just getting ready to start. Funny that Jill didn’t essentially feel worried about it.
Ever feel like time was slowing to a sudden crawl? Be angry about it all you want, but alone with your thoughts, you notice each second of detail as if it was an hour. Excella understood this, and despite her own motives, she was being meticulous to the conditioning process.
Even through the sock Excella could feel just how soft Jill’s skin was, such an easy tell by the way her finger just practically sank as if straight to the bone. The touch itself brought about no response, and she couldn’t feel any reflex movement.
Working with a mind of its own her index finger went rigid, replacing the pad of her finger with the well trimmed, smooth nail. Raising Jill’s ankle higher, she caught a better view while tracing her finger along the center of her foot, following the very dip of her curvy arch, and straight up to the underside of her middle toe.
The simple stroke brought a slight flex from her seven and a half, involuntary but controlled. Jill’s facial expression gave no tells as before, but there was the faint hint of movement at the corners of her lips. It made it necessary to follow through with a quicker downward stroke right back to her heel, causing another backwards flex.
Jill’s heart was racing now, and inside she felt as though she wanted to jump seven feet up into the air. She could still feel the faint trace of that finger, and hear the inner voice giggling with forced glee. Was it forced? Not nearly as bad as she thought it would be, but right now she was running up a track record for assuming things, and then getting the crap-end of the stick because of it. Let’s just try and keep our mouth shut today.
“Your eyes, you know to watch what I do; yet you still have no control over your actions,” Excella wasn’t so much asking a question as she was stating a fact, reveling in the silence as her nail drew another line in the proverbial sand, tracing up the length of her socked foot. This time the response came on stronger, watching Jill as her lips curled again, and resistance was felt against her ankle in an idle tug. She was giggling, lips still closed as muffled noises betrayed her and left Excella to gloat as she decided to move to the highlight of the evening.
She held no shame to expressing her own ‘excitement’, especially when she was given no ill judgment from her willing guest. “It’s nice to have another woman around whom ‘get’s’ me…” tittering like a school girl while treating the situation like some joke.
Excella gripped the edge of her black sock, taking great delight in sliding nimble digits of a free hand under the cuff of her pant-leg until she was grasping smooth skin beneath her palms. Oh, how it radiated such warmth and tenderness… she didn’t let a single moment go to waste though, not with the unwrapping process. With the band of the sock between finger and thumb, one steady pull revealed her mark in all its soft, lush glory. Like the rest of her body, Jill proved once more that there wasn’t a single spot thus far that didn’t hold the same trait of beauty to it.
Was Excella licking her lips? This would send a shiver down her spine, but her attention was so caught up on both hands vanishing beneath the seams of her pants. What were they doing, and was she actually starting to grow eager about the result? The spell was starting to work, and she no longer could discern between one voice and the other, so acceptance was the creative alternative. Not like she couldn’t go back, right?
What Jill didn’t know was that the full extent of the sub-routine implanted in the device went deeper than just suggested thoughts and actions laced with her own. Excella had to up the dose, yes, but the seed was planted in Jill’s unconscious mind, growing stronger the more Jill ignored the internal invader.
It didn’t matter anymore. Jill saw those nails coming a mile away, and she was given the front-row preview as her foot was bared, gazing almost intently at her pale white toes. She could even make out the ridges and imprints left behind from hours encased inside her boot.
Excella was talking but it became irrelevant, especially when Jill tasted that first Hershey’s kiss along her naked heel which sent such a jolt through her entire leg that she almost did jump. A circle was being drawn, and she painted the picture beautifully in her mind’s eye; the indent left behind as her nail came about and rounded the next corner, making hurried giggles and guffaws leave her lips.
The other woman wasted no time. Her grip grew tight on Jill’s ankle, and with a sudden flurry of passion, she scribbled her nails along the contours of her arch, and along the instep heading towards the sides of her feet, making her bounce and shake about. What was most lovely about it?
“Now hold your foot still, pretty lady…”
Just like that, as if suddenly the reset button was hit; Jill’s foot stopped in mid fidget and held poised. That didn’t stop her though from those reflexes of hers kicking in, her hands brought up to her mouth as it hollowed out the sound of her laughter. She was a puppet, and though the rest of her body almost practically floundered and flailed in controlled responses, her foot was still.
Well whatever Excella did, at least she was allowed the audible release that she was almost deprived of before. She took this in stride and held nothing back in forcing out as much of that sweet, delectable laughter as humanly possible. She laughed as if she just heard a funny joke, or like she used to when Chris would make funny faces, or Leon’s indirect sarcasm that always seemed to hit a nerve. She laughed like she had no control,
, and the device was starting to lose control over her.
The glee was so palpable that Excella joined in with her own childish giggling, drawing figure eights along the high dip of her arch, and then topping it off by testing the space between her toes which brought out a nest of tittering noises and chuckles, and as the tops of her toes were assaulted, her voice died down to just the faintest whisper of giggles that made her look so utterly adorable.
She grew crazed in Jill’s laughter. She loved it all, and she became greedy… so greedy in fact that she hadn’t noticed the illuminating glow of Jill’s chest device signaling heightened stress. It was the same failsafe glow that Excella installed to pinpoint irregularities in the machines capacity.
The same glow that allowed Jill to remote access her own body beyond Excella’s consent, and it was just a matter of time before even voice commands were ignored. She took it to consideration, but she knew the sub-routines were in place. Like before it was just a minor nuisance that irritated her, but she didn’t have a single doubt that given enough ‘conditioning’, all these problems would simply go away.
Jill seemed to be on the same wave link, but not by choice. Well, she DID have a choice, or at least she ‘Thought’ she had a choice. Something in the back of her mind was screaming, and it seemed relevant enough to consider it, that particular voice of reasoning that once told her to snap out of it in more way than one, but this seemed far more important. How could her foot hold perfectly still while the rest of her was a mess?
The heel and part of Jill’s arch was assaulted again, reducing the girl once more into nothing but a mess of laughter as she actually collapsed slightly against the arm of the chair, but only to brace her weight as she suddenly felt a little lop-sided.
With nothing but several inches of reinforced steel separating Jill from the rest of the island, and hundreds of miles cutting her off from the civilized world, it seems Jill’s world was about to be set in stone…
