Chapter 0 - Ada's Village Life

Ada first woke to the scent of moldy hay. It penetrated her nostrils relentlessly, as if trying to suffocate her with the harsh farm smell. As her consciousness crept back to her, she could slowly make out other scents as well. Sweat. Rot. Manure. Distinguishable elements that she became all too familiar with in her recent memory.

Somewhere close by, she could hear the clucking of chickens, as well as the feet of people shuffling about, not moving in a hurry or in any particular direction. Cows mooed, rickety wheels creaked, and disturbed crows cawed angrily as they flew away.

She didn’t need to open her eyes to recognize any of these things. She had done enough reconnaissance in the area to tell where she was with these senses alone. Still, the first question that popped into her mind was clear:

Why was she back in that Spanish village?

Immediately, her instincts as a spy kicked in. Not stirring any more than she needed to and keeping her eyes closed, she continued listening intently for several minutes, trying to tell if she was alone or not. For the time being, it didn’t seem like anyone was paying her any heed or mind. Just folks going about their slow business nearby.

Satisfied, she chanced shifting around a bit. She was on the ground and felt cold, but not unnaturally so. More like wherever she was kept was just poorly insulated from the autumn air. Furthermore, it did not seem like she was restrained in any way, and she was able to slowly stretch out her limbs without any indication she was drawing attention to herself.

Subtlety patting down her curvy legs to check for her gadgets, it was to her annoyance that all of her equipment was missing. She cursed inwardly at her luck. Somewhere outside a man grunted, almost in response.

At last, she peeked open her eyes, and found herself to be in an old, wooden shed. The sunlight, filtering in through the cracks of the decayed roof, told her it was midday. Its state of disrepair matched the dozens of other sheds and buildings she came across and hid in recently, so she had no doubt as to her location, now. She was definitely in that rural shithole once again.

Ada did not immediately try to get up. With wakefulness, she noticed there was a dull fuzzy pain in her head and a sharper one in between her legs, dissuading her from moving around much. The dried grass beneath her crinkled as she stirred, and she winced as she struggled to sit up straight.

It was strange. She did not remember getting roughed up so bad. Sure, she had gotten into a few close encounters with the villagers, but nothing more than grazing blows. Did they do something more to her when she was unconscious?

She didn’t like thinking about what a flock of zealous, enraged maniacs could do to her unresponsive body, so she let it go for the time being. She sat for another moment, breathing silently as she waited to see if anyone would check on her. As she thought, no one was watching, so it was a good time as ever to recuperate herself and strategize her next steps.

The femme fatale’s mind was hazy, so remembering the complete details proved difficult. Stepping through the order of events that she could remember, she recalled getting into a shootout with Saddler at that island’s lab, right as Leon and Ashley made their escape.

She had gained the upper hand in that fight, and when Saddler was down for the count, she had grabbed his Plagas sample that fell from the floor. That’s when everything went dark.

When she came to after that, she was suspended in midair by a rope, and saw Leon struggling in his own fight for his life against the cult leader, who at some point mutated into a several-legged monstrosity. With despair, she witnessed in horror how the ex-RCPD officer took a fatal blow to the chest, before tumbling off the railing and into the darkness below.

Ada couldn’t believe what she had witnessed, but she didn’t have long to mourn. It wasn’t long after that when Ashley, who was apparently waiting close by, was recaptured and in Saddler’s possession again. Within moments, Ada was cut down from the rope and the two women were brought side by side, kneeling inside a circle of the man’s red-eyed fanatics.

“N-no, not again. Please,” the president’s daughter cried, struggling against her binds as his goons plunged a syringe deep into her neck, reinfecting her with the mind-controlling Las Plagas parasite.

“Now, now, Ashley,” Saddler chimed, now returned back to his human form. “There’s no need to be distressed. With how narrowly your rescue attempt was prevented, we have decided to change our plans! You will be in your father’s arms again before long. You have my word on that.”

Ada listened, knowing full well what he was thinking. Through her informant, Luis Sera, she had already learned that he was originally going to use Ashley to collect a ransom, before sending her back to the United States infected with the mind-corrupting parasite in her body. Given that the ransom almost fell apart, now he’d simply send Ashley back before more government agents arrived. It made sense, since he could let her contaminate the white house first, and once enough members of the U.S were under his control, receiving the appropriate funding afterwards would be easy.

Not like Ada would give the bastard the chance. Her mind was racing to come up with a plan of her own, and her eyes were drawn to the tentacle-covered staff Saddler grasped in his gnarled hand.  While she knew that the dominant Plagas inside of the man allowed him to rule over his minions, the staff was also likely another source of control. Otherwise he’d have no need of it.

She reasoned that if she could find an opportunity to grab or destroy that staff, it may create the chaos she’d need to get herself and Ashley out of there.

Saddler looked around at the circle of men, inclined his head in a nod, and made a small thump to the floor with the very staff she was eyeing. There was a tension in the way they had stood before, attentive and restless. However, now Ada could see their shoulders relax, and their breathing became distinctively heavier.

“Before we send you back, however,” he said, his voice growing sterner. “I believe my men are owed some reparation for the endless trouble you caused. My friends, she is all yours. Just be sure to leave the oriental one be… for now.”

A number of the goons approached Ashley, smiling wide with large tents in their robes.

The girl shrieked and shook as they grabbed at her and began peeling off her clothing. Their hands moved awkwardly at the task, but eventually they wormed her out of the sleeveless turtleneck she wore, and no amount of kicking could stop the half-dozen men from pulling off her skirt. In moments, she was down to her underwear in front of them. 

Ada’s eyes had widened. In all her days surveilling Saddler’s cultist group known as the Los Iluminados, she had never seen the parasitic hive act like this. They were indeed violent animals, but they had never shown sexual inclinations before. Now here they were, ready to rape a woman they just disrobed.

Ada called Saddler out on the abnormality. “Hey, what’s the big idea, Saddler? You’ve already got her back, so stop with the scare tactics already.”

The cult leader laughed, standing idly by as the glowing-eyed men pounced on the girl. “This may come as a shock, Ms. Wong, but Plagas or not, when men are reduced to their basest of instincts, even the most obedient of followers struggle in the presence of such voluptuous women.”

One of the first men ripped off the bra that Ashley was wearing, and suckled on the girl’s tit with hungry glee. Another beside him pulled the flesh of her large breast up towards his own mouth and joined in. Together with their weight upon her, she had no chance to push them off. She fell back, lying on the ground beneath the swarm of cultists, who were gathering around in impatient earnest.

The attention off of herself, Ada tried to figure a way out of her own bindings. However, she could not tear her eyes away from the barbaric scene unfolding beside her.

Some of the men were removing their own clothing. Others didn’t bother and merely freed their cocks from the confines of their trousers. A thin, bearded bloke who was stark naked before the rest was quick to straddle the blonde’s face, shoving his erection deep into her mouth in the middle of her screams. His thrusts were uncoordinated and sloppy, but Ada was sure it made no difference to the poor girl who was on the receiving end. His girth was probably scraping against every tooth and inch of her tongue, desperate to fill her face hole as often and as much as possible.

It looked like maneuvering her head about was all Ashley could do to not suffocate in the reckless motions. The sounds of her misery were a muffled mess of desperation, but Saddler continued to talk as if he couldn’t hear them.

“I believed such a wanton nature to be crass, and suppressed those urges in my flock as best I could. Truly, I did. This suppression made them prone to anger and mutations far more often than necessary, but I did it to keep up the appearances of a normal, devout village, as well as a polite gesture towards our American guest.”

His robes dragged along the metal floor as he approached the kneeling spy, rounding so he could watch the mad orgy in front of them at her side. “However, my sense of hospitality can only go so far. You and the late Mr. Kennedy only have yourselves to blame for her treatment, now.”

A fatter member of the group was lowering his naked crotch towards Ashley’s womanhood. The petite triangle of cloth that was her panties was dragged easily aside, and without remorse he plunged his cock into the entrance of her pussy.

Ashley’s legs jerked and bent up in response. Her jiggling body was doing whatever it could to throw off the pudgy, uninvited stranger inside her, but she might as well have been trying to wriggle out from underneath a pile of corpses. Hands upon hands reached out to touch her soft skin, and penises brushed along her pale body wherever they could find room. There were men who rutted against the meaty sides of her ass, jiggling it obscenely as they attempted to embed their cocks within its fat. Another follower rushed to her head, and for a moment it looked like he was going to push his erection straight into her eye socket. Resting his sweaty, hairy balls onto her eyes instead, he pressed its mediocre length down along one side of her nose, bucking himself on her face without pause.

There were even those revolving around the edges of the orgy that figured out how to wrap Ashley’s freed and scrambling fingers around their own rods, cloistering her grip to piston themselves. The blonde was forcefully jerked to give the men hand jobs, quickly coating her wrists and fingers with a pungent, vile precum with each unwilling stroke.

However, even with several of them content with mere inches of contact with the girl, there were still several fanatics left on the fringes without any play. Many of them, to Ada’s terror, began looking hungrily in her direction.

The fake prophet, holding his hand up to stay them, then turned his attention down to the tied-up agent, his smug demeanor rekindled. He spoke to her as if admonishing a child.

“You have proven to be quite the hassle, Ms. Wong, and our victory over both you and Mr. Kennedy was not without loss. You may find it hard to believe, but my loyal subjects are precious to me. Mendez, Salazar, and even Krauser. My lieutenants had their uses here as carriers of the dominant Plagas. It will be difficult to replace them.”

He bent forward, his body towering over the woman. While not as immense a figure as the bearded priest Mendez, Saddler’s stature was still foreboding on its own. The staff, which she tried not to give much attention to, was a mere foot in front of her face. Looking elsewhere, Ada could see the purple robes he wore ripple and undulate, and wondered if she would be the next victim of the horrific appendages he hid underneath them.

He seemed to have other plans in mind, however, for no tentacles shot out to impale her. Instead, he continued his proposal to her. “It turns out you are in luck, my pretty lady. With Ashley back in our hands, and the American pig out of the picture, I am in a wonderful mood to say the least. Seeing as you are now at my mercy, and we are low on hands, I wonder if we can’t help persuade you to be more… cooperative ? Indeed, your combative and espionage skills could prove to be quite useful to our little community.”

Ada glared up at the bastard. How Saddler had the gall to try and enlist her, she didn’t care to ask. She was still sore about losing Leon, and hearing Saddler demean him while Ashley was raped mere feet away made her hatred for the man flair up in silent rage. There were a hundred things she wished she could’ve said to the ex-cop, but their career paths made that all but impossible to do.

All she could do at this point was avenge him.

“Sorry, but tacky robes aren’t really my style,” Ada said bitterly. Putting as much weight onto her toes as she could, she pushed off of the ground with all of her might. Her legs were bound at the knees, so she had to rely on her one surprise strike to knock the parasitic staff from the bastard’s grip.

The shove upwards connected her shoulder into his wrist successfully, but while the blow caught the leader off-guard, it was not enough to rock the staff from his fingers. She rolled off the brunt of the hit and fell to the ground in frustration, but before she could stabilize herself to retreat, the swarm of Ganados were already upon her. She had failed.

“Are you sure?” Saddler asked, who quickly recovered from the attack and spinning to where she fell. “Even in Spain, it can get quite cold in the winter. I know our sense of fashion may differ from your own, but I think with enough time, you’ll grow to appreciate a more rustic lifestyle.”

Ada was no longer interested in the cult leader’s ramblings. Half a dozen naked men were already pawing at her body, not even bothering to remove her revealing red dress. She was so busy trying to evade the lust-filled fanatics, that she didn’t see the one approaching behind her with another syringe. With several hands holding her down and molesting her flesh, she could do nothing but struggle as the henchman plunged the needle into her without hesitation.

Panic struck Ada as she felt the prick in her neck. This was it. The worst-case scenario. Not only was she captured, but just like Leon and Ashley, she had now become infected with the mind controlling parasite.

“Bastard…” she groaned. Whatever was in the serum consisting of the parasite, it seemed to work quickly in drugging her state of consciousness. Already she could feel the numbness spread throughout her limbs, even as the men continued to grope at her ass and breasts.

She hadn’t even realized, but she could no longer hear Ashley struggling nearby. Given that she was administered the same serum, it was likely that her adrenaline had worn off, and she was now an unconscious toy in the countless hands reaching to play with her. Perhaps that was a blessing.

“I doubted you would work with us willingly, Ms. Wong,” Saddler said, watching above as the spy succumbed to the drug and the mob’s touch. “But that won’t matter for long. Learning from my past mistakes, I think we will allow the parasite to gestate a bit inside you, before properly welcoming you into our family.”

Ada could feel her strength leave her. With the last of her consciousness slipping away, she sensed cold, dirty hands plunge into her vagina. Another man’s erect cock jumped out in front of her, its horrid smell burning into her nostrils. The man who possessed it was already jerking his cock madly, peering down at her with angry, red eyes.

She felt his rope of cum rocket across her face before her vision faded. Even as she dozed off, she could still hear the smarm in Saddler’s voice, his last words ringing in her head before blackness took her.

“Do not fret. You will see our side of things soon. When that time comes, you’ll never want to leave.”

-

Ada closed her eyes in dismay. Reliving that terrible memory was more painful than the headache, and she could have gone without realizing why her body was so sore. Plus, she had to deal with the fact that Leon was dead all over again. She still couldn’t believe what she had seen, up on those factory platforms at the island. Leon and herself survived together through the worst hells that Raccoon City could throw at them, just for that slimy cult bastard to do him in. It was like watching the worst horror movie ever filmed, made solely to torture her soul.

Leon was gone. Ashley was who knows where. Her one contact in the area was murdered. She had no way to contact Wesker or The Organization without her equipment. Most importantly of all, she was infected with Las Plagas. Things were looking the worse they’ve ever been.

The only silver lining was that she was free. Whether it was by hubris or stupidity, Saddler had let her loose in an area that she was all too familiar with by now. The opportunity would not go unwasted.

Ada shivered. Damn the old man, but he was right about one thing. The cool autumn air tingled her exposed skin. Her qipao was adequate enough so long as she was constantly on the move, but laying here in the hay and dirt was doing nothing to improve her situation or warmth. It didn’t help that the dress was also riddled with dozens of cum stains. Crusted flakes of dried jism cracked and fell from the cloth from dozens of spots, leaving her the look of an abandoned whore in an alleyway. Her mouth twisted into a frown of disgust.

She didn’t want to think about the length of time since she was used like a sex toy, but she didn’t have much else information to go on. How long had it been since she was infected? Hours? A whole day? The questions only served to escalate her anxiety further.

She knew she was on borrowed time in more ways than one, too. Even if Wesker or The Organization cared enough to send reinforcements –and that was a big if–  it would be some time before they arrived, and they wouldn’t necessarily be there to rescue her, either. Neither of them would appreciate a loose end who suddenly broke contact with them.

No, she was on her own, and every hour with this thing in her body would make its influence on her all the more powerful. Enough laying around, she thought. Time to move.

As if the world was reacting to her newfound resolve, the door to the shed suddenly pushed open. Ada reached to her hip, forgetting that her gun was taken from her. She settled for scooching away from the door as a pale, disheveled woman wearing filthy clothes shambled into the room, carrying what looked like a set of similar looking clothes in her arms.

Ada looked at the hag with knowing concern. Like the men who assaulted herself and Ashley the night before, this woman too was one of the Ganados, the aggressive herd of infected people that obeyed Saddler. Unlike the island dwellers who serve a militaristic role, these village people were much more mundane, stuck in a cycle of farm work and worship. However, they still protected this land from intruders on his behalf, and whoever this person actually used to be was long gone. Only an obedient husk now remained.

If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up exactly the same way. Hell, she already had the filthy clothes.

Ada weighed her options for conflict, and frowned. Taking out one of these ugly things wouldn’t be an issue, even unarmed, but there were likely dozens more like her lurking around close by. She could almost sense them. It would take mere moments to be overwhelmed by their numbers, and while she was familiar with the area, one wrong turn trying to outrun them would spell her doom.

The Ganados woman walked a bit further into the shed, and then dropped the bundle of clothes carelessly to Ada’s feet. Ready to act at whatever happened next, she was surprised when the Ganados made no further move to assault her. Instead, the thing spoke in a garbled, dry croak.

Ada did not know much Spanish, but it did not matter. The words of the woman bounced off of her ears without comprehension, but something deeper, in the recesses of her mind, understood the meaning of what was being said. She heard the words in her mind, as if from a dream or memory.

“Foreign whore will not walk around in foreign clothes. Dress.”

Ada could not believe it. She heard the words of the woman from inside her head. Was this a part of the way the Plagas communicated?

Leon never mentioned experiencing anything like that when he was infected. Then again, she never asked. As well, she knew that the dominant Plagas inside Mendez and the others could send instructions to the followers, but she did not realize that the herd could telepathically communicate as well.

“I don’t think so,” Ada said, finally getting to her feet. She would need to act fast, but her body still felt sluggish from whatever Saddler did to her. Could she push past this woman and get away?

Stay in the village. Become one with our community.

These words pounded in her mind, resonating more forcefully than when the Ganados spoke to her. Somehow, she knew instinctively they were directions from Saddler, implanted into her subconscious and stretched across it like a tightened web. The command was intuitive and natural, like knowing that two follows one or which way was up. It just made sense, and that terrified her. Saddler’s influence was already stronger than the spy could’ve imagined.

There was still hope though, she knew. If she kept her senses heightened and her logic sound, questioning the reasoning of her actions each step of the way, she could escape his hold on her long enough to remove the parasite. She had to try.

She shook her head, trying to ignore the command and stumbled a few steps forward. The Ganados woman stood her ground, her face in a twisted snarl and raising her hand. With a shove that was surprising in strength, it knocked Ada onto her ass, landing her back onto the hay bed.

“Dress,” it said again, before turning and leaving. Ada waited, but she did not return. Left to her own devices, she looked at the folded pile of clothes by her feet. They looked old but clean enough, and certainly not as filthy as the ones the old crone wore.

She paused to consider the idea of complying with their demands, and shrugged.

“If I want to get out of here, dressing the part might not be a bad option,” she admitted to herself. At the very least, the villagers might not bother her as much if she played along, and until she secured a weapon, blending in with her surroundings would have to do.

Still, she hated the prospect of it. Unfurling the clothes, she could see that they were of close enough size to her. The button-down shirt looked like it could’ve belonged to a teenaged farm girl or young wife of one of the workers there. The black dress fitted nicely with the shirt, and it too was surprisingly clean. Ada figured that the owner of these clothes probably wouldn’t miss them anymore, and quickly changed before anyone else dropped by.

As she dressed, she contemplated just how dirty the old woman was. She looked as if she was wearing the same outfit for weeks, maybe even months. Caked in mud and sweat without a care in the world. Given that the Plagas tore away any sense of hygiene from its host, Ada wondered how much longer it would be until her own self-care would deteriorate. Had it already started? Was she putting on filthy clothes that she normally wouldn’t be caught dead in?

She thought of getting into a nice hot bath the moment she got out of this mess. The idea was still soothing and comforting to her. She allowed herself a little smile. All was not lost.

Now in her old-fashioned shirt and dress, lastly was the pair of flats that were included with them. She looked at them with disdain, before hiding them behind one of the nearby buckets. They might have been forcing her to wear the village clothes, but she doubted that this mindless herd would notice her still wearing heels. It would be her way of rebelling against their will, even in a small manner like this.

Being able to kick the ass of anybody who tried to molest her again was a plus, too.

Her appearance as decent as it would get, Ada left the shed. The chickens that were closest to the door skittered away, clucking angrily at her. Stepping out into a cold breeze, she was honestly thankful for the heavier clothes. The wind even helped whisk away some of the hay odor that still clung to her.

Looking around, the spy was surprised at how quickly things seemed to return to normal after Leon’s presence. It was as if there were no interruptions to their daily life at all. Dozens of villagers were roaming about. Wheelbarrows were being pushed around, barn animals were being fed, and even a semblance of repair was being done as men carried pieces of plywood and nails around. While something was eerily wrong with them, you would not immediately take these people to be ruthless killers of a zealous cult.

That is, if it weren’t for the massive pyre filled with bodies in the middle of the square.

Ada chanced a peek closer, but instantly regretted it. There were only a few bodies when Leon rushed through, but it had now grown in size to a heap that was almost as high as the homes themselves. The smell of burning flesh, while non-existent in the shed, was unmistakable now. Ada could not help but turn her face away, wanting to distance herself from the pure rankness of it.

If these people decided she was a threat, she’d be the next one on that fire pit. She couldn’t stick around, but where was her first stop?

She knew the answer, of course. She needed to get the parasite out of her. Even if she wanted to help the kidnapped girl, it wouldn’t do much good if they were both dominated by Saddler’s will. That meant getting back to that island, and strapping herself into the machine created by Luis. It was the only thing that could completely destroy the parasite, and while it was unlikely that she would find another speedboat to get her there like last time, there were surely a number of boats with motors around the docks that would suffice for the journey.

So, get to the docks to find a boat. Get to the island. Use the parasite-killing machine. Easy as uno, dos, tres.

Gingerly, the agent walked past the village homes, trying her best to skirt away from both the other people and the fire. To her surprise, the Ganados villagers paid her almost no mind, barely acknowledging her with grunts or unpleasant stares. This worried her, as even Leon with his advanced infection was constantly pursued by these unrelenting maniacs. Did they perhaps already sense the strength of the contamination inside her?

Feeling the need to hurry more than ever, she quickened her pace. For the next several minutes, she jogged along the secret passages and winding dirt paths of the village’s woods, weaving through dead trees and debris alike.

On instinct, whenever a villager approached she would immediately duck out of sight, but quickly found it unnecessary to do so. Even when she hid, there was a tingling sensation in her chest that grew with intensity once they drew near. She feared that this was the Plagas inside her acknowledging other carriers, which meant it could be felt on their end as well. Despite this, Saddler’s followers would merely pause for a moment before moving on, and the feeling would dissipate.

Again, the idea of being accepted as one of the herd did not excite her, and she pressed forward.

Eventually, she came up to a clearing in the woods, where a group of three Ganados were re-arming a collection of bear traps along the trail. Without thinking much of it, she approached the group and looked down at the circular metal contraptions.

These must’ve been set off when Leon came through, she thought, bending down to inspect them. The metal on each trap was rusted and spattered with blood, but they still looked usable.

Ada gripped one of the jaws in each hand, stretching them back down towards the soil until they were flush to the ground. It was only when she lifted the disc in the middle of the trap, fully re-arming the device and standing back up, did she realize what she had done.

Why… Why the hell did she feel compelled to do that? She was supposed to be heading straight for the coast, and didn’t have any time for detours. Every minute was precious, wasn’t it?

That wasn’t the only odd part of what she accomplished. She looked down at her hands and arms. Normally even a full-grown man would have difficulty prying those jaws apart, yet she just did so as if she were opening a book. She knew the parasite granted its host with boosted muscle strength, but feeling that control and ability herself was something else.

It scared her how good it felt, both the power and the re-arming of the trap. The moment the metal clicked, there was something pleasurable about it, knowing the village was a little bit safer from the damn trespassers coming around these parts. She knew it shouldn’t have been important to her. She didn’t live there, or wanted to live there, but she couldn’t deny the feeling from welling up all the same.

Once was enough, though. The other Ganados would be able to arm the rest without her. However, that would mean they would also gain the satisfaction that came with it. Did that matter?

When logic told Ada’s feet to move, they remained rooted in place.

She glanced at the direction she was going, and then down at the other dozen traps. She knew she was in a rush, but really… it couldn’t hurt to fix all of these, first. It would be ideal that the village was properly protected before she continued on, and who knows. She might even be rewarded for catching some spy nosing around.

Stepping over to each of the other traps, she re-armed them one-by-one, experiencing the same wave of pleasure that washed over her as before. It was with a small bit of pride that she was able to complete eight of them by the time the trio of Ganados only finished four.

How they managed to get anything done was beyond her, but she gave them a smug grin that they could only scowl at before moving on towards other work to be done. With her own task complete, she moved on.

It didn’t take long for Ada’s good feelings to disappear though, regretting the time she spent getting distracted earlier. Setting those traps seemed so important in the moment, but that feeling dissolved as she increased her distance from them. She could not afford to be deterred any further.

However, luck seemed to finally be on her side. The dirt trail she followed led to where she was hoping it would: directly to the shoreside. Sure enough, a quick scouring along the dilapidated dock was all it took to find a motor boat that looked seaworthy. It was a small thing, but the key was lodged into its ignition, and there was even gasoline in the tank.

“Time to kiss this place goodbye,” she said aloud to the vacant beach, gazing off into the distance ahead of her. The sky was dull grey, and the island was no more than a spec on the horizon. Her salvation was just within sight.

She was uncertain that there was enough gas for the entire trip, but she had to try. She would swim the rest of the way if she had to.

Untying the anchoring rope and hopping into the driver’s seat, she turned the key and was relieved to hear the engine start with a satisfying whine. Ada allowed herself a smile, and turned back to the gloomy village’s direction for what she hoped to be the last time.

“It was a good try, Saddler, but your control over me wasn’t as strong as you thought. I’ll make sure you pay for what you did. All of it.”

The spy turned towards the front and was about to put the boat in motion, when a sharp pain stabbed at her head.

Stay.

It happened again. The command was faint, but was as clear as a whisper in her ear. Ada’s body tensed up and froze. She could sense someone, or something , beckon her from the mainland. She kept her head bowed over the wheel without moving, as if a child caught by a parent doing something inappropriate.

No. There was no way someone would notice her now. They had let her wonder this far out. Even if there was someone there, so what? The boat was ready. All she had to do was leave.

After a few seconds, she braved a second look and scanned the shore. There wasn’t a soul to be seen. Not Saddler, not the Ganados. Even the birds and wildlife seemed to be gone. She was all alone.

And yet the word tugged at her, like the owner of a dog pulling at his leash.

Stay.

“Damn it, woman. Get it together,” she told herself. Saddler was miles away. It was silly to be scared of whispers and voices. Hell, she wasn’t supposed to be scared of anything . She was a trained specialist. She survived the worst viral outbreak known to man. She worked for some of the most dangerous and ruthless companies in the world, and she’s always kept her cool.

So why was some lunatic cult leader giving her so much trouble?

Ada answered her own question before she could stop herself: Because he was inside her skull now, and he’s going to notice she’s gone. He’s going to find out she tried to leave, and he’s going to punish her.

Perhaps if she went back right away and cooperated like he asked, he’ll forgive her. Maybe he’ll even remove the Plagas if she behaved.

She stood and took one step out of the boat back onto the dock. The moment her heel touched down onto the rotting wood, a soothing warmth spread from her head, down her spine, and through the rest of her limbs. It was even more intense than the sensation in the woods. It was like having her entire body dipped into a running bath at just the right temperature.

It was relaxing, but the familiar vibes gave her pause. Her mind was sharper now. She couldn’t fall for the same trick twice. 

Resting her foot on the dock, she contemplated the feeling and realized what was happening to her. The phenomenon was not recorded in Luis’s notes, but it seemed the parasite was capable of eliciting positive and negative responses to its host. Just like how it was punishing her for ignoring commands, it was rewarding her for her obedience. That way, until the infected individual was completely under its control, the parasite could influence and persuade the host to act to its benefit.

She had seen the behavior in Leon when he tried to choke her. She wanted to believe that he didn’t feel happy about it, but the smile he wore when his hands were on her neck told a different story.

As she stood with one foot elevated, the pleasant warmth subsided, fading as quickly as it appeared. Ada waited, but it did not resurface, and she felt colder than before. If she wanted to feel it again, she imagined she would have to pull her other foot out of the boat. Ada bit her lower lip, both in anticipation and worry over the parasites effect on her.

If it felt that good putting one foot on the dock, how good would it feel to step out of the boat entirely?

She tried to reason why she shouldn’t. Sure, the parasite needed to be removed, but why did she need to go all the way to that island to do it? She could just ask Lord Saddler for help, right?

No. She needed to stop kidding herself. Lord Saddler wouldn’t help her. He wanted her to be another of his obedient hive mind. Besides, she knew about Luis. She knew about Ashley and the plans to infect America. She had intel on over a dozen secret organizations. He wasn’t going to let her go anywhere without being under his control. She knew too much.

That train of thought made her frown. It was true. She DID know too much, on both sides of things. If she did not return to base or contact Wesker soon, she would be seen as a liability on their end. Forget rescue, how long would it be before they sent other agents to finish her off? Wesker and the Organization wouldn’t hesitate to do so if it meant silencing her from talking.

The village, though. It could protect her. She knew she could lay low with the people there. Live a simple life. Work alongside them and play along. With her help, they could even fortify the perimeter to be stronger than ever. That way no one would never be able to find her, she could stay in the village forever and—

The self-inflicted slap sent Ada reeling back into the boat. The impact was painful, but she was back to her senses for now.

“Enough of this game,” she said to herself, tired of the conflicting thoughts inside of her. She needed to just get to the island, and nuke this fucking thing inside her before it rotted her mind for good.

With the foreboding tension still lurking about her, Ada pushed the pedal to boat down, and willed it out into the open waters.

The motorboat sped and rocked forward, bouncing unsurely in the rough waves. The boat’s motions reflected her own confidence, which seemed to waver by the minute. The whole idea seemed like a mistake, but knew that feeling was a lie. She couldn’t trust herself anymore. Her own compromised mind was trying to reason with her, to see the logic in returning and being Lord Saddler’s pet. She needed to do something to bide her time.

Trying to drown out any conflicting thoughts, she repeated a mantra of steps to preoccupy herself. Over the course of the initial journey, she settled on two self-serving sentences that seemed to work well enough.

Get to the island. Remove the parasite. Get to the island. Remove the parasite.

The boat raced on. Despite her hopes, she knew it was probably too late to get the parasite out safely. If Luis’s reports were accurate, the Plagas usually matured over the course of twenty-four hours. Sometimes more, sometimes less. There was no telling how long she had left, but at best, the procedure would be incredibly painful. At worst, it would kill her.

However, it didn’t matter anymore. Death was the preferable alternative to serving as a mindless goon. She had to try.

Besides, the island was there in front of her, not too far off in the distance. It was strange, though. She knew that she was in a slower boat than the last time she traveled out this way, but even so. She must’ve been riding this thing for what seemed like an hour. Why was it that she didn’t seem to be getting any closer?

If anything, the island looked smaller than ever. Despair started to overtake her. At this rate, there was no way this boat would have enough gas to make the whole trip.

No. It didn’t matter. She had to keep going. She wanted to check behind her and see that damned village off in the distance, but was worried that it would be still as close as ever, ready to welcome her back with open arms.

Don’t look back. Get to the island. Remove the parasite. Don’t look—

Then, she heard the church bell ring.

It was distinctly clear, a sound that was loud enough that she might as well been standing at the foot of the cult’s chapel itself.

That was impossible, she knew. Between the waves and the distance, there’s no way she’d be able to hear it, even if the bell was genuinely ringing. It had to be another trick. A hallucination of the parasite’s making.

The church bell rang again. She didn’t need to be told what its chime meant. It was a one-word command for her and her alone.

Stay.

Don’t look back. Get to the island. Remove the parasite. Don’t look back.

It rang again, louder this time.

She had to convince herself that no one at the village could even operate that damn bell. If there was any semblance of her sanity intact, she had remembered it being integrated with a complex machine, too complex for any Ganados to use. Hell, she was the one who made it ring in order to save Leon from the first mob he faced off with.

Stay.

The brain-dead Ganados wouldn’t be able to. Even if somehow they could, they don’t have permission.

Ring.

Only Lord Saddler has permission. Only he had the right to call upon her.

Stay.

The chimes seemed to rock the boat itself, punishing her for trying to escape. The clouds in the sky grew darker, as if a storm were drawing near and watching her, and peering over the edge of the bow, Ada couldn’t even see the island anymore.

Worse. She was heading back towards the mainland.

The spy was in disbelief. When did the boat turn around? Did the waves push her off course?

She tried to correct the boat’s direction, but when the boat revolved back around, she could only see more of the shoreline. She blinked, hoping it was an illusion, but her sight remained the same. It was as if she was in a giant lake instead of the sea, but that was impossible.

Ring.

Wasn’t it?

Ring.

Over and over the church bell bellowed, and Ada had to let go of the throttle to cover her ears. Even when pressing her hardest on them, however, the sound refused to diminish.

Ring.

“Make it stop,” she groaned.

Ring.

“I’m sorry.”

Ring.

“I’ll come back. I promise!” She was pleading now. Out to the open sea. To anyone that might be listening.

Ring, ring, ring.

-

When Ada woke up, she was cradling herself on the floor of the tiny boat. The water lazily pushed against its hull with weak waves, and the only other sounds she could hear were those of insects buzzing around somewhere nearby.

“Hggh…”

With a disgruntled moan, she held her forehead in one hand and —with effort— rose from the boat to look around.

The tiny motor vessel was back at the decrepit wooden dock where she had first departed, with the bow still pointed back out towards the sea. Even the rope that kept the thing from drifting away was securely tightened to one of the wooden posts, smeared with undisturbed algae.

It looked as if she never touched it.

“That’s… not possible.”

The spy spoke aloud, caught in a mixed state of confusion and nausea. Not only from the ordeal she just experienced, but something about awakening in the boat like this made her sick. No way her escape attempt across the open water was fake, was it?

Unless… an idea came to mind that only made her stomach turn worse.

Two reasons for why she was back here seemed possible. Either she had drifted back towards land, and a villager took the time to reorient the boat to the same position it was originally in, all while she was unconscious inside, no less.

Or, the more likely scenario, was that the whole thing was in her head, and she never even left the shore.

Ada looked at the ignition below the steering column. There was no key in sight, and just slightly above the slot, the gasoline dial on the dash read empty.

There was no mistaking it, then. Her best shot of saving herself, and it was all a lie in her head.

A spasm in her chest caused her to wretch, and a series of coughs seized her in violent bursts. Holding onto the edge of the boat with one hand, she stifled the hacking as best she could, taking several minutes to return her breathing to normal.

When she pulled her hand away, it was spattered with blood.

“I’m running out of time,” she gasped to herself.

The spy collapsed into the driver’s chair and looked up at the sky, devastated. She hadn’t cried since she was a child, but now was the closest she ever felt in her adult life to tears forming. The frustration and despair were almost too much.

How could a nightmare be so real? All that time driving the boat. Enduring the voices. Listening to that damn bell. Her own senses betrayed her, and she couldn’t tell the difference whatsoever. Recollecting the experience made her shiver in the borrowed clothes she felt so foreign in, and it felt like the only suitable thing left to do was to wallow at her predicament.

The situation didn’t look good. Far from it. She was worried, and couldn’t help question if the person named Ada Wong even existed anymore. As far as she could tell, she still had conscious thought, but how long would that last? Maybe she was more parasite than human, now. There was just no way to tell without the right equipment, and time was running short.

The sky had gotten much darker since she passed out. Out on the sea’s horizon, the idea of an island still loomed in the distance, but otherwise could no longer be seen. Hours must’ve gone by in the time she wasted here, she thought.

Crestfallen, she pulled herself out of the deceiving vessel, and walked back along the dock until she was on solid ground again. She thought at the very least, she would at least receive the same warm feeling for obedience as before, but there was nothing but her own cold skin and the surrounding night air.

Perhaps this was still a part of her punishment, for not returning sooner. If only she got out of the boat when she was supposed to.

She thought mournfully about her options. What the hell was she going to do if her own mind wasn’t going to let her leave? She thought about looking out to the water one more time for some miracle, but remembering the traumatic threat of the church bell prevented her from even gazing in that direction anymore.

Ada stopped, and bent her head in concentration. That bell. To any outsider, it was an ordinary part of the church, but she knew it was also a way for Lord Saddler to call his subjects to him. If by chance the chime was a signal, it alone could’ve been a genuine part of an otherwise fictional hallucination.

If the bell was actually rung, then that also meant that Lord Saddler was there. If he was there, she could kill him.

It was a long shot, but there were no other immediate alternatives. If the one holding her leash was preventing her from leaving, then that just meant she had to finish him off, once and for all. Once he was gone, no one could stop her from getting the hell away from this place for good.

If he wasn’t there… well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

A plan in her mind, she stepped up the hill and made her way back towards the village. Along the way, she searched inside every shed and hiding place she could find for a suitable weapon. The prospects initially were poor, for the only thing she could find was a dull, blood-splattered knife, dropped from one of the many villagers chasing that one man. What was his name?

The name slipped her mind for a full minute before she could find it. Leon. His name was Leon. How could she forget something like that? Wasn’t he important to her?

Except, she knew it didn’t really matter, anymore. Lord Saddler took care of him, so it’s not like that guy would be showing up to her rescue any time soon. She was all alone in this nightmare, and only she could get herself out of it.

Still, she tried to hold onto that feeling of loss. Everything of importance seemed like it was dwindling from her memory. Her mission, her plan of escape. It felt like pieces of her were evaporating, and trying to bring them back was like trying to grab the air in front of her face.

Yes. Leon was important to her. She had to remember that. He was a friend, and potentially something more than that. He would expect her to find some way out of this.

She passed by the area with the bear traps. She saw that the trees were now also equipped with trip wires and dynamite explosives taken from the mines, as well. More protection around the weaker parts of the village’s perimeter, it seemed.

Then it dawned on her. The explosives would be essential. If she could find where they were stored, that would certainly be one way of bringing an end to this nightmare. She could rig the church with them, wait until Lord Saddler made his return, and then blow him, that church, and that damn bell to hell.

As luck would have it, there was a nearby shack with several more sticks of dynamite piled in boxes. She grabbed a spool of wire and as many of the sticks as she could carry, their weight comforting in her arms. Despite her luck with her senses recently, these felt tangible and real enough.

Now she just needed her mind to hold out long enough to arm this stuff and wait. She knew it was a risky play, though. For all she knew she would have another hallucinogenic episode like the one on the boat, and she would only imagine killing Lord Saddler, or perhaps she’d completely fail anyway, and be at the mercy of his men again when they recaptured her.

These thoughts of uncertainty plagued her all the way to the steps of the stone chapel, standing outside of its tall, ominous doors. She tried to listen inside, but could not hear any activity from within.

This was her only chance. It was now or never.

Pushing against the surface, the wooden door creaked heavily with the force, taking clouds of dirt and dust with it inside. Peering around near the floor, Ada could see trails of fresh mud here and there.

There was definitely an assembly here recently. It didn’t necessarily mean that a sermon was held, or that the bell was rung at that time, but at least she didn’t feel like a complete fool for this plan, now.

Ada’s muddy heels softly clicked on the stone floor as she made her way across the middle aisle, looking around for the best place to plant her explosive surprise. It didn’t take long to figure that the altar at the front was the obvious choice. It would be the place where only the leader would pass by, and it offered enough coverage to hide the explosives so that they weren’t in plain sight.

She looked down at the amount of sticks she brought with her. There might not have been enough to bring down an entire church, but with a bit of luck, it would certainly bring an end to Lord Saddler’s reign of control over her.

With haste and surprising ease, she was able to hook the explosives to the altar without any intrusive thoughts stopping her. A last tug of wire that was tightly wound into the triggering element, and the trap was ready to go.

At least, that’s what she told herself one more time, before the uncertainty crept back into her mind. On the way to the church, she had simply chalked it up to anxiety, but now there was real skepticism gushing from her heart. Her skin suddenly moistened with the fear of getting caught, and the consequences for what she intended to do frightened her.

She looked at the explosives she rigged up and the wire connected to it. It just seemed so… insignificant. That government agent had a whole arsenal of guns at his disposal, and even he couldn’t take down her Lord. What made her think she could do such a thing with a few sticks of dynamite?

She saw what Lord Saddler could turn into: a monstrous beast big enough to fill this entire chapel. He could squash any insect that opposed him, and proved it last night. The agent. That pervy Spaniard. He could’ve killed her too without a second thought. Only, his divine mercy had spared her. That was a fact.

What did she do in response to that mercy? She disobeyed him. She kept on her heels. She tried to leave the village. Now she was attempting to assassinate him.

This was a mistake. She could never take down such a powerful man like Lord Saddler. This was a stupid plan, and all she was doing was wasting time here. Hell, almost the whole day she was doing nothing but wasting time. Her Lord was smarter than to let her have free reign of the area and not keep tabs on her. In fact, he was probably watching her right now, laughing at her misguided attempts to thwart him.

…No. Not even that. It was more likely that he was overseeing the return of the infected Ashley back to America. He wouldn’t have time for a lowly spy like herself. He wasn’t anywhere near this place. She wasn’t important enough.

No matter how she reasoned, blowing up the church now seemed like the worst plan imaginable. There was only one thing she could do to fix this. It was what he had suggested to her all along.

Become a part of the community.

Just when she was about done disassembling the explosives, the doors to the church burst open. For a second she hoped it was her Lord, but instead three Ganados men stepped through the precipice, looking angry.

It was the men who were in the woods with her earlier.

They were speaking words she did not understand, but nevertheless she was once again able to comprehend the men through the parasite’s hive link with them.

“There she is. The foreign whore has been missing all afternoon.”

“Neglected most chores around the village, too. Stupid cunt. There’s much left to do after the Chief’s death.”

“Did not show up during service, either. Whore shows no respect for Lord Saddler’s protection.”

Ada flinched at the admonishment, but stood up and approached the men as modestly as she could, her head bent and arms folded in front of her.

“Lord Saddler… where is he?” She asked.

“Stupid whore. You are still a stranger to us. Where our prophet goes is none of your concern. It is only your duty to serve and protect this place, and welcome him back once he has returned.”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” she said, genuinely penitent. She continued before they could rebuke her further, deciding on telling as much of the truth as she could. “I’m not used to serving our Lord. Confusing things have happened to me, and I’m still coming to terms with… servitude.”

Two of the Ganados looked at each other uncertainly. “Foreign whore ugly and stupid,” they snickered to each other, causing Ada’s pride to be hurt more than she’d like.

The third gazed at her feet, scoffing gruffly.

“Whore also brings whore shoes into place of worship. Disgusting pig.”

Ada looked down at her feet, staring at the heels she stubbornly wore from earlier. At the time, there must’ve been a reason for wearing them, but looking at them now, they only came across as garish and showy.

Of course the villagers would notice her wearing them inside a sacred place like the church. Scowling at her own stupidity, she peeled the heels from her feet as fast as she could, as if wearing them any longer would cause her to wretch. Immediately she felt better, freed from the ghastly things, and apologized to the men once more.

“You are right. I… I am a foreign whore who doesn’t know better. Please forgive me.”

It wasn’t enough to simply seek repentance. She knew she would have to atone for her absence and disobedience. She thought of what Saddler had said to her regarding his flock and voluptuous women, and smiled.

“You men have been working so hard today, haven’t you? You deserve to enjoy yourselves after serving our Lord so well. As for me, I have sinned. I was ignoring my responsibilities and did not contribute, so please let me make it right. This evening I will be your reward. Feel free to relieve your stress, and use my body however you like.”  

That got them puzzled. Again, the men looked at each other, and then at the stranger who was pleading for forgiveness in front of them. To emphasize her commitment, she popped the top two buttons of her blouse, revealing more skin than would be acceptable for a church. Then, she knelt to the floor, bowing before them until her forehead touched the dusty stone.

A small voice inside Ada asked if bowing to these peasants was really the right call, that she should catch them off guard and escape instead, but she deftly ignored it. She would no longer listen to instincts convincing her to stray further from her Lord’s will. She had done enough of that already.

“Get up,” said the one who noticed her heels. “Come with us to the pyre. Bring your disgusting shoes. We will find a way you can serve everyone.”

Ada caught a glimpse of the man’s trousers before he rounded, and was pleased to see he was hard. Without a word of protest, Ada gathered her heels and followed them out to the graveyard in front of the church. The evening air was rather warm, and the grass felt comfortably soft and damp under her feet. It felt freeing to be walking barefooted, and was much more preferable than spending one more minute in those blasphemous things she used to call footwear.

By the time they had crossed back to the village central, it was past dusk. The fire was still burning with bodies and wood alike, though the scent wasn’t as bad as before. That, or it simply didn’t bother her anymore.

The four of them approached the edge of the fire, the heat of the flames barely registering on her skin. She recognized that her sense of touch and smell were already diminishing, but couldn’t be bothered to panic about it. If anything, it was proof that Lord Saddler’s protection was working on her. Soon, she too wouldn’t have to worry about anything except serving her master.

“Toss them in,” one of them said, ushering to the shoes.

Without hesitation, Ada tossed the pair of heels into the licking flames, and watched them curl into black strips with indifference. She didn’t need them any longer.

A hand reached out to grab Ada’s ass, feeling its roundness with thick, dirty fingers. She looked down and saw one of the men pawing at her with one hand, while trying and failing to release his penis from his trousers with the other.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

She guided the man by the belt a few steps away from the flames, then squatted down to become eye level with his crotch. Swiftly unbuckling the pants, she was greeted with an erect cock that stood angrily at attention.

“Goodness. Even though you’re all such devout boys, some things about men never change,” she said, tantalizing the underside with her fingertips. Her strokes up and down the loose skin caused the Ganados man to grumble in approval.

The pair of other men were quick to join them in a half-circle, both having better luck at freeing their cocks on their own. Their members were throbbing with a mixed pallor of grey and purple, looking painful in their neglect. Ada reached out a hand to each of them, delicately wrapping her fingers around their pulsing shafts.

“You poor fellas probably haven’t used these in a while. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of all of you.”

It didn’t take much to coax the men and their sexual egos. Every time her wrists bumped up against their hairy ball sacks, her considerate grip would then pull upwards until she teasingly encircled the purple head. This motion milked out a yellowed precum that would’ve been putrid to any sane woman, but smelt divine for the ex-spy.

Not wanting to leave one perfectly delectable cock out, Ada waited for no invitation before parting her lips and devouring the middle cock with her mouth. The tangy taste of his spunk hit like a drug on her tongue, lingering deliciously as she slipped the rest of the rod down her throat. Filling herself until the mess of pubes tickled her nostrils, she slurped at the piece of meat with an enthusiasm that would cause any whore –foreign or otherwise– to blush at the sight.

Her fervor would also cause her new friend to jolt in excitement, and that pleasure echoed into her own mind, causing a feedback loop of gratification that would only make her want to tease and worship his genitals more.

If she wasn’t so horny, Ada would’ve thought it amazing that these people didn’t devolve into orgies the moment they were infected. The parasite made it addicting to pump their shafts, and to then feel the host’s pleasure as her own. Had she known that servicing the villagers would feel so good, she would’ve gone on her knees for them much sooner.

Finally, she understood where she belonged. It seemed baffling that just a few hours ago she tried to escape from all this. All of that time as a spy, did she ever question if it would make her happy? Why hadn’t she discovered the joys of a simple village life before now?

She would have to make up for lost time. Starting here tonight, with the men who properly chastised her earlier.

Even so, she was deliberate with her method of pleasuring them, genuinely invested in calming their initial fury. While she figured it would be easy to make them climax, she didn’t want to blow their loads too quickly, either.

After all, the other townsfolk still hadn’t caught on that there was a free use foreign whore kneeling in their courtyard.

It didn’t take long for the word to spread, though. Even with the night sky out, men were either returning from the woods or peeking through their windows, and witnessing the lustful display from the oriental stranger. The woman who knelt in the mud with her plain dress, noisily sucking their neighbors dick and lovingly pumping their meat poles, drew the attention she secretly craved.

Ada had just pulled her lips from the swollen shaft with a loud pop, when a shove at her side sent Ada roughly into the ground. Turning to see the reason, she gasped when she saw a horde of new arrivals now gathering towards her. There had to at least be another dozen men, all staring fiercely at her with glowing red eyes.

“The foreign whore is so hungry for cock, she feeds upon it outside our doors,” said the bearded one who pushed her. “More like a foreign pig, but way too skinny.”

To her astonishment, the Ganados surrounding her were chuckling. Not only that, but they were bantering amongst themselves, too.

“Yes, need to fatten her with more meals. We have plenty to feed her.”

“Why is the pig wearing clothes? Rip them off. She doesn’t need them.”

“Did our Lord send her here to test us? Maybe we should kill her instead.”

“Maybe we should roast her like a pig, haha.”

Ada started to feel just a bit of human fear creep back into her. The number of them swarming her was intimidating, and not all of them trusted her intentions. Their lurid quips and barks were justified, but she needed to turn things around. These people were her kindred folk. She felt that in her heart.

Then she understood. Like any good religion, if she was to completely absolve herself in their eyes, she would need to humble herself before them.

“Lord Saddler did send me, but the test was my own.” Her voice was loud yet calm, desperate to reach the ears of the wary men. They winced and frowned at hearing her English tongue, but she knew they understood her for they piped down to listen.

She rose from the ground, her plain-looking clothes blotched with mud and dirt. “I was given the favor of our Lord, but instead of embracing his gift I tried to run from it. I was scared of the power he gifted me and acted ungrateful, but not any longer.”

She smiled wantonly at the skeptical men. She stepped further into the middle of them, brushing her hand along each of the cocks she was just serving as she did so. The third one burst with a geyser of filthy cum at her touch. It glazed her wrists and fingers with strings of the gooey sperm, which she raised to her mouth to tenderly lick.

The action had its effect. All of the men she could see were sporting raging hard-ons, and some were already fishing out their cocks. Emboldened, Ada undid one button on her blouse after the other, and discarded the shirt to the ground without care.

A wriggle out of her dress, and the woman now presented herself to the horde with nothing but her lacy black underwear, the last of the clothes from her past life.

She reached back to undo her bra, pulled down her panties, and threw them both into the corpse fire. She then spread her arms lovingly at the horny villagers, and beckoned to them.

“Please, let me atone. I’m ready.”

They didn’t need to be further convinced. One by one, the Ganados men pulled out their cocks from their trousers or discarded them entirely. One of the bolder ones stepped forward, grabbed one of her arms and span her towards the water trough resting nearby.

“Bend over, whore.”

Ada did as she was told. She leaned forward onto the trough, putting one hand on each side of its greasy ledges, and in this way presented her ass to the man. She spread her legs in a stance to take his cock as hard as he’d like, and wiggled her cheeks back and forth while arching her back.

She was going to show them what this foreign whore could do.

“Take as long as you need. No one goes home tonight without cumming inside me.”

There was an agreeable roar from the crowd. They even started to line up in file, stroking their meat sticks and peering over each other’s shoulders as they waited for their turn.

The man who got to her first lined up his unwashed cock to her entrance, pressing the tip steadily into her pussy until he was fully inside. Strong, limber hands gripped at her hips, and without ceremony, he began bucking himself ferociously against her flesh. A man possessed, the Ganados man pumped his cock into the hedonic stranger, each time trying to penetrate her further than the last.

“Oooh, fuck,” Ada moaned. Her head tilted to the sky, she saw that the clouds had somewhat cleared, and she could see into the black void of space and the stars intermingled with them.

Somewhere up there, a satellite with a camera would be streaming video of her getting pounded by farmhands and peasants to her contractor, Albert Wesker. Hoping he was watching, she blew a kiss towards the heavens, and bounced her butt back towards the man thrusting her with exaggerated vigor.

“Fill me up, big boy,” she cooed behind her. “Such a strong man, with a big cock to match him. Give this foreign city girl that farmer’s seed, baby. Pump it inside me.”

The villager, spurred on by her energy, felt his cock getting wringed out by her pussy walls. They clung to his length, not daring to let go, and the man, whose body had not felt sexual release since before his identity was forgotten, spurted his baby batter into her womb with the brutality of a crashing wave.

“Uggh!”

The man had no words for the woman. The cock mercilessly hammered into Ada, pushing the released cum further into her pussy while still depositing new load after load. Only after his dick became completely flaccid did his reflexes stop, departing her vaginal hole with what could only have been called satisfaction.

As if part of a production line, the man removed himself promptly, allowing the next man to step up and immediately fill his position.

Ada could not complain. This was what she was hoping for, and mewled to herself as she felt one cock after the other enter her womanhood, deposit his creamy gift within her, and shuffle away. Every time, her modest breasts would wobble obscenely, her nipples stiff from the stimulation and the exposed, humid air. The casual demeanor of the men, departing the moment they were done with her, made her truly feel like a whore, and she loved it.

Every village needed at least one slut to pass around and fuck, right?

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that the next man was again one of the men who she passed by in the woods. She felt bad for not being able to finish their hand job earlier, and shook her ass teasingly at him.

“Let’s finish what we started, honey.”

The man smirked, saying nothing but shoving his cock into her slippery cunt, leaking profusely from her own arousal and the previous overflowing loads. He did not protest, though, and the squelching, slapping sounds that came from his thrusts echoed beyond the borders of the village.

“I’m sorry,” Ada yelped, lost in the motions and ecstasy of being repeatedly used. “I’m sorry for being a useless foreign bitch. I know I don’t belong here. I know you don’t trust me, so you can just fuck me. Fuck this pig who’s only good for pleasing cock!”

It was so satisfying to repent. It felt right. Every word denouncing her actions, her sins, made the familiar warm feelings well up and embrace her soul. She couldn’t stop.

“Forgive me for trying to leave. Forgive me for shooting my Lord and spying on him. And forgive me for helping that fucking loser who tried to ruin our Lord’s plans. Forgive meee!”

She came as the man filled her hole with a torrent of cum, feeling his gooey mess erupt from her entrance and drip down between her legs. Both she and the man were coated from the ejaculation, the viscous, yellowish sperm bubbling and seeping along their sweaty thighs.

Ada’s legs were shaking from the orgasm. The high from her climax was so profound, she did not hear what the expended man said to her. “What?”

“We were wrong. You are no foreigner. You are the same as us.”

She watched him nod down to the water trough. Ada turned and looked down into the dirty water, searching for what he meant. Even with the flames of the pyre burning nearby, it would be hard to spot anything in there in the dark.

Yet she saw it. There in her reflection, were the faint but unmistakable glow of two red eyes, staring up at her.

It was proof of the parasite nearing its complete assimilation within her body.

She couldn’t be happier.

“Yes, yes!” she squealed. Another man took up his spot in line to fuck her, but that wasn’t why she was exclaiming aloud. The naked woman couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of her beautiful scarlet lights, shining off the water’s surface. “Take me. Infect me. My body is yours. My LIFE is yours, fuck!”

The infection was almost finished. No, that wasn’t quite right. Infections were things to be purged. This was a blessing, and she could feel her Lord’s blessing and will flow through her as readily as blood. The offerings of the villagers within her pussy were nothing in comparison to the Plagas accepting more of her into its heated embrace. She was curling more into its hold on her consciousness, ravishing her mind and encouraging her to fall deeper, which she happily did so.

While staring at her smiling visage in the water, she noticed another figure appearing in the oily surface.

It was her master, smiling up at her from its murky depths. Whether he was physically present or simply another apparition of her mind, it did not matter. Seeing his magnificent stature gaze contently at her sent warm sparks up through her womb all the way to her brain, and she knew exactly how to be grateful to him.

“Lord Saddler, soon I’ll be yours forever,” she swore. “I promise I’ll carry out your will. I will pray for your victory over all who dare cross you. I will be your spy, your bodyguard, and your whore. Whatever you wish of me, it will be done!”

Finishing her vow, the ex-spy washed over with relief. Her former life was properly renounced, and now she could dedicate herself full-heartedly into her newfound passion. Biting her lip, she tossed her head back with a guttural moan that howled into the night. Her ass bounced joyously into the pelvis of her current mate, causing his dick to throb and spill its thick contents immediately. For yet another time, her insides were painted with chunky old seed, and she sighed with content at the sensation of it.

Every one of their cocks felt incredible. She laughed at how lucky she was, feeling so many cocks enter her pussy after being chaste for so long. The last of her self-aware moments, and she would use them not to leave a parting message, or escape, or to send help.

No. She wanted to hold on just long enough to feel every man kiss her womb with their sweet cock.

They had gotten down to the last one. A fat, balding Ganados who had stroked his cock nearly red with chafing. It plunged into Ada’s wet hole like it was dying of thirst, and the man nearly came instantly.

“No need to rush,” she said, reaching in between her legs and massaging his shaft. “Take as much time as you need, okay?”

The fat man heeded her suggestion, pulling out slowly and dragging out volumes of previously left cum with him. Ada looked beneath her as he did so, watching his cock congealed with cream with lustful pride. The puddle of oozed jizz between Ada’s feet was evidence of just how long these men went without release, and her pussy coaxed it all out of them.

Despite the rest of the crowd having been serviced, they lingered there in the courtyard, watching their brethren plow the foreign girl with an obsessed reverence. She wondered if some were waiting for a very sloppy second go, which she’d be ecstatic to oblige. However, none of their erections seemed to return, and many of the men even redressed themselves. As it turned out, they were expecting a whole different show in a brief moment.

In the distance, she could see the Ganados man who had spoken to her return from somewhere in the darkness. Cradled in his arms, Ada could see the strangest creature rolling and spazzing about. It looked like a large rat, but latched to the back of its head was a flailing, fleshy insect of some sort. It had spidery legs and tendrils that thrashed around weakly, two of which were implanted into the rat’s skull.

Then it dawned on Ada what this was. It was a Plagas parasite, out of body and attempting to survive on the rat’s tiny frame.

The villager approached the naked woman, and spoke whilst all the other Ganados listened. Even the fat man who was enjoying her stopped.

“We found this in the burning abattoir last night. It is what remains of our chief, and it is soon dying. We intended to give his power to the doctor, but Lord Saddler said to wait and see your resolve. We have seen. His gift is yours, now.”

She understood. This was Chief Mendez’s dominant Plagas. The parasite, desperate for survival after its fight with that meddlesome trespasser, attached itself to the closest living host it could. Now it laid squirming pathetically, feet from her face and awaiting a new body.

Ada looked at the poor thing sympathetically, but also with an anxious hope. If she could inherit this dominant Plagas, she would retain her sense of self. If she kept her sense of self, she’d be a free woman. She could go anywhere she wanted. She could do whatever she wished.

She could enjoy these wonderful cocks forever.

The man stepped closer. The creature was barely a foot away, now. Its ugly, small body was wriggling in pain. The others started to gather around, shuffling closer to see the awaited return, the rebirth of their new leader.

These people were right to choose her. Mendez was a fool. The priest was merely tricked into being Lord Saddler’s puppet. The power to control the Plagas was wasted on him. She would be so much better at serving their master than he ever could.

All around them, the Ganados began chanting in their mother tongue. “Morir es vivir. Morir es vivir.” To live is to die. To die is to live.

The parasite was brought up to her face, inches away. One of its flailing legs found Ada’s cheek, and caressed her with a slow, uncertain prod. The thing wasn’t sure if this new host was safe or welcome.

Ada licked her lips. She leaned forward to kiss the squirming parasite, and opened her mouth.

“Come to me, baby,” she whispered.

That was all the reassurance it needed. The uncountable tendrils latched onto her head, pulled itself away from the rat to her lips, and slithered inside.




SOME TIME LATER

The man dressed in black military gear stalked as quietly as he could through the dead trees. The dry branches and leaves beneath his feet made it difficult to do so, as every step would crinkle and pop with obvious sounds, giving away his movements. Still, he had to press forward. The village wasn’t far, now.

At last, he came upon a fenced-off area, encircling a large barn house. It was the biggest home in the area, and the first place he was suggested to investigate. His quarry was thought to be somewhere nearby.

Indeed, it didn’t take long to spot her. There at the front of the property was Ada Wong, though he wouldn’t have believed it was her if he wasn’t witnessing it himself.

The woman was throwing chicken feed along the ground, spreading it in a wide berth for the birds clucking happily beneath her. She was wearing a well-fitted but plain blouse, and a conservative dress that went down to her ankles. A white apron covered her frontside, spotted with marks of dark brown and red. She looked like your average, everyday farm girl, and not the deadly woman she was notorious for being.

As the chickens pecked at their food, she turned and noticed the man standing there, his gun held but unraised.

“Come, follow me,” she said to him, walking towards the house. He thought to stop her, as he was sent to neutralize the defected spy. However, he was curious as to what caused her to betray her mission, and before he could make up his mind, she had already disappeared through the front door.

Resolute to find answers, the man approached and jaunted up the porch. He took two steps into the home’s threshold, however, before a swift motion slashed passed his vision. He felt as if a hot wire was dragged across his neck, and could barely register the spray of blood erupting from his throat before he crashed to the ground.

Releasing his weapon, he threw both of his hands to his wound, desperate to stop the fountain that was now pouring from him. The woman, already wiping the bloodstained knife on her apron, stowed her blade into one of the pockets, before looking down at the man in disapproval.

“Good grief, I’ll have to make sure the fellas put more traps down at the east end,” she stated, more annoyed than alarmed. “If they can’t even stop one outsider from snooping around, they might as well churn their own butter from now on. And what are these awful things?”

She stooped and picked up the gun and the walkie-talkie clipped to his belt, waving them reproachfully.

“Naughty boy to bring such toys here,” she pouted at him. “That won’t do at all. We’ll have to punish you right away.”

“Gghh, Ada? W-why…” he sputtered.

She ignored him, striding over his body and back out into the yard with the two blasphemous items in her hands. She kept going until she reached an old well, its contents filled with a disgusting swamp of filmy liquid.

She dropped in the weapon and the transmitter, watching as they sank and disappeared into the muck. A familiar warm sensation spread from her loins, and she shivered with delight.

She hated unwanted guests, but at least there was a silver lining to a stranger arriving right at her doorstep. Strutting to the edge of where the fence encircled them, she called out as loud as she could into the openness beyond.

“Honey? Come home soon! We just had dinner walk in on us.”

Somewhere in the distant woods, there was a maniacal laugh, and a chainsaw roared gleefully.
