Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil: GP ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

**Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters from the games. They are the property of Capcom. David Trapp and Trent and other characters from the Resident Evil novels are property of S.D. Perry. Any other original characters are my own creation. Do not use my characters without my permission. Warning! This story contains graphic scenes of an adult nature, including scenes of rape. If you are under the age of consent, or such content disturbs you, please do not read any further.**

Marla worked at her desk, her hands flying as she typed in web addresses, one after another. She’d been at this for hours today, ever since she’d tried to reach Erwin. He’d called her last week from her hometown in Golger Point, claiming there were strange things going on in the quiet community. He’d sent her files that had seemed odd indeed and she’d turned it into her boss. Robert Martin was the head of her STARS unit and had promised her he’d have a team of Alphas in the area investigate the matter immediately and that he’d inform her of anything they found. She’d requested to go herself, but he’d said he needed her here. It was the first odd thing that was becoming a large list.

Marla ran a hand through her hair, frustrated. She finally closed the browser and then slammed her fist down on her desk, causing the others in the office to jump as she cursed aloud. She ignored their looks and leaned back in the computer chair and stared at the faded ceiling tiles, counting them as she always did when she needed to calm down. She’d never gotten beyond 84 until this week. Now her record was 215.

She twirled a finger through her curly black hair, twisting it around the wedding ring she wore. It was more of a keepsake to her than a sign she was actually married. That had ended four years ago and she was not able to see her kids anymore. Her ex had moved far enough away that making time to be out there was impossible for her. The ring was the feeling that she had had something special and she refused to give it up.

“Are you okay, Marla?” Stephen asked, hovering by her desk. Marla sat forward, glancing up at the burly man, looking up at him through her lashes before pushing up her glasses. It was still hard for her to believe this guy had been STARS material. Stephen usually meant well, but the kid was more clueless than helpful half of the time. More often than not, he was a pain. Right now, though, he was a welcome interruption to her worries.

“Just trying to find something out, and getting nowhere.” She also knew not to tell Stephen too much, or it’d be spread around the office within an hour. He was worse than a woman in that regard. “I’m worried about a friend of mine and I was looking for another contact number for him. That’s all.” It was a small lie, and she was getting used to telling those.

Stephen gave her a small smile. “I understand. I could always take your mind off it...” he said, running a hand along her arm.

Marla’s eyes narrowed, ice blue blazing out of them. No subtlety at all, and I bet he thinks he is being subtle. She shrugged her arm away and stood up. “No, thank you. I’m just going to get some air, Steve.”

“It’ll have to wait,” a strict female voice said from behind her. Marla turned and managed to keep a frown off her face as Robert’s personal secretary walked up to them. Jenny gave Stephen a look that even a guy as thick as he was caught to find somewhere else to be. Marla sighed mentally. Time for my daily lecture. Robert had been getting highly suspicious of her as of late. It hadn’t helped that she was good friends with David Trapp before he went rogue. He’d become convinced she had been contacted by him, knew where David Trapp was hiding and was purposefully misleading the investigation to protect her friend. He didn’t know how right he was.

David HAD contacted her the day before Erwin and his concern had been her welfare. The official report had him joining up with terrorists in an attempt to cause unrest and disorder and had coerced other STARS to support his ludicrous claims. Marla had never once believed those stories. She believed something had happened with him, but she kept her beliefs to herself. Talking with David that night had been bizarre. He wouldn’t tell her what was going on. The Brit had always been protective of her. All he would tell her was that it had to do with the pharmaceutical company Umbrella. Other than that, he’d been very vague. When she’d tried to call him on it, he’d skirted the issue. While she knew he wanted to keep her safe and not get her involved, when he’d hung up, she got the feeling he didn’t entirely trust her. It was very unnerving that something had made her friend that suspicious. Now she wished she could talk to him.

Jenny motioned for Marla to follow her and the redhead walked down to Robert’s office, as if Marla hadn’t been there a hundred times. Marla scowled at her back and followed, hating the self-centered bitch’s attitude. The woman had an over-inflated sense of her own importance and she liked to flaunt herself around the office and tease all the guys and put down the women. Today she’d chosen an especially revealing black number that accentuated her curves in ways that it made guys like Stephen watch her as she walked. Marla had been tempted on more than one occasion to smack some sense into the woman. It was not her place though, and Robert liked her, so everyone else had to endure her antics.

Marla walked into Robert’s office and took her seat. The chair behind the desk was facing the window, Robert staring out at the city. Marla had never noticed before this whole mess had started how empty and cold Robert’s office had been. It became glaringly obvious to her lately though. No pictures. No trophies or awards. Nothing to suggest a personal touch. Just standard issue equipment. She hated it in here.

“I received a report from Golger Point. There’s nothing unusual going on down there at all. I don’t appreciate my men’s time being wasted.”

“Nothing? What about my friend? He’s never lied to me before.”

“We never found him, but what we found suggests he was trying to cause trouble for the local Umbrella facility and hoped to use us to gain his own ends.”

Umbrella huh? she thought, though he must have noticed something, because he stood and walked over to her. “Well, I’m sorry to have wasted your time, sir.” She moved to leave.

“Sit down Marla!” He shoved her back into her seat and loomed over her. “I’ve had it with your insubordination, your subterfuge and sabotage. You and your friends are not going to undermine my team, do you hear me?” Marla nodded, fear racing across her face at the sudden outburst. Robert seemed to compose himself though and reached a hand out. “Your piece please. You’re suspended and put under house arrest until you can be honest with me.”

“Sir! I have been honest with you!”

“Bullshit. You’ve been working with Trapp against us and I have authority given to me from command to remove you from play. They’re sending some men to question you and they will get the truth out of you.”

Marla gasped, her jaw moving but no sound coming out. All her hard work within the STARS, gone without any proof she’d done anything wrong. “Fine,” she finally said, “take it.” She tossed her Baretta onto his desk and straightened her uniform. “When they don’t find anything, I’ll expect an apology.” Robert’s grunt was her only response as she strode out of his office. Two STARS officers were there to escort her out and she was paraded out to shocked looks from her associates and a knowing smile from Jenny as they took her away.


*****


The ride to her home had been uncomfortable as she wondered how it came to this. Anger and confusion swept through her as she couldn’t get a word out of either of them. They led her to her apartment, one staying outside where he could keep an eye on the fire escape. The other led her up to the room, taking the key from her. He opened the door, shoved her in and pulled it shut behind him.

Dismay was all she felt as she looked around the apartment. Almost all that she owned was missing, as if she’d been robbed. Except burglars weren’t this thorough. Most of her clothes were missing, her computer, T.V., pictures of her family, everything. There was very little left. It nearly put her in tears, especially because of the pictures. Only the feel of her wedding ring kept her from collapsing right there. She’d lost so much already. This would paltry compared to that.

She sighed, stripping off her uniform. She was going to shower and change, then try and relax. She’d be found innocent and then maybe she’d get some answers. The blue top and pants were thrown onto the bed, followed by a lacy black bra that allowed her breasts to bounce free. The black panties followed, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and Marla walked out of the bedroom and slipped into the shower.

She turned on the water, letting in warm up before she stepped in. She felt it run over her skin. The heat just felt so good, and the drone of the water gave her time to think. Nothing Robert had said today made any sense. Erwin was not the type to act that way, and from how frightened he’d sounded over the phone, she doubted it was anything but sincere. Robert had been trying to hide what was really going on in Golger, and that worried her all the more.

There had been a small rumor early on that David Trapp had left because there were problems inside the STARS itself. While it had been quashed, Marla had the feeling it was more than rumor now. David had lived for the STARS. He’d devoted his whole life to it. For him to abandon it like he had, there had to have been a good reason. Marla was now starting to believe that he’d left the STARS because he couldn’t trust them. It would explain his suspicion of her, and might explain Robert’s current behavior too. If Robert Martin had been bought out by someone, Umbrella for instance, he’d definitely be worried about interference from someone like David. But why would Umbrella need to buy out the STARS? It didn’t make any sense.

She shut off the water, which was lukewarm by this point, and wrapped herself up in a towel before bundling her hair up in a second one. She stepped into the bedroom, trying to see what her burglars had left her. Most of the remaining outfits were skimpy, outfits she had bought while with Eric and she had been together. She flushed a little. She hadn’t worn anything like that since she’d been with him. She pulled one out and held it up against her. Yeah, like I’m going to be seen in this in public. She sighed. Her uniform would have to do. She checked her underwear drawers, hopeful, but they were empty. Fucking perverts...

A click was heard from behind as she winced. “Raise your hands and interlock your fingers behind your head.” Marla grit her teeth, feeling very foolish as she did so, staring at the wall. She went to look over her shoulder, but a shot was fired through a silencer, slamming into the wall in front of her. “You move only when we tell you to move, got it?”

Marla stiffened, turning back to face the wall. She felt someone approach, but the mention of there being another person could be right and she didn’t dare attack one and have another cap her where she stood. She gasped as her towel was yanked off, leaving her nude in the room. “What the hell...?”

“Hey, we have to check and make sure you aren’t packing anything.”

“Not like she could. We took her extra weapons when we arrived.” The two men snickered behind her, angering her more at her humiliation and how easily she’d been caught.

Her eye caught a mirror and she turned just slightly, seeing the two men that had brought her here. So much for protection... She wondered just how long they were going to make her stand like this. It wasn’t long as they told her bend over and put her nose to the wall. Her face flushed and she did as she was told. Just wait. Find a moment to turn the tables on these jokers.

“Spread your legs.” The one with the deeper voice said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I assure you we are serious. Spread ‘em.”

Marla groaned as she heard a click as the gun was cocked again. She sighed and spread her legs wide. She nearly shot straight up as a finger rubbed at her pussy from behind. Dammit. She tried to hold still as he moved his finger up and down, rubbing her lips from behind and moving up to her clit. She bit her lip as he explored her most sensitive region, trying not to cry out as she felt him rubbing her clit vigorously. Another hand came up and cupped her breast, squeezing it as he worked. “You...you bastards...you sick bastards...”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, sweet cheeks.” And with that, he took his hand off her breast and smacked her ass. Marla gasped and cried out. “Oh, you like that huh?” Marla went to shake her head, but he began to spank her over and over again. She cried out with each smack, wishing she dared fight back. Soon her ass was stinging as he stopped. “There we go, a nice cherry red.” Marla whimpered as he ran a hand along her ass, trying not to show them weakness. He then stepped back. “Turn around, so we can see the rest of you.”

Marla sighed, straightening up and turning slowly. She kept her legs spread, feeling sick as she was ogled by these lechers. “Happy?” she sneered at them.

“Oh, quite. Love the pubes babe. You make yourself all pretty for us?”

“Heh, with those glasses on, she looks so innocent and sexy at the same time.” The second man said, his green eyes roaming over her body in a way that said he wanted to touch every inch of her. “I think she should perform for us. Whatcha say, Zeke?”

“Oh definitely. I’d love to watch her work.”

Marla’s eyes widened and she looked at him. “I can’t do that here!”

“You can and you will.” The one not called Zeke pulled a chair over for her and motioned her to sit down. Marla shook her head, only for another shot to ring out, this one grazing her arm. “I am a crack shot, Ms Aaron. I will not miss again should you disobey.” Marla growled, but she sat down. Her hand drifted down to her pussy and she began rubbing her lips, hoping this was what they wanted. From their responses, it obviously was. Her other free hand went to her breast and she began playing with it. It was so degrading that she had to masturbate in front of these nitwits. She closed her eyes, unable to look at them as she did. “Go deeper. I want to see your fingers buried in that pussy.”

Marla took in a deep breath and began to shove her fingers inside, trying to think of Eric. She tried to imagine her husband watching her, like he used to. He said he loved to watch her work, and it had obvious effects on him every time. She stroked her fingers in and out. Her thumb rubbed against her clit while her other hand pinched her nipple and tugged on it. She hated these two. She hated what they were forcing her to do. Worse though, she hated the feeling of lust that had started to grow in her. She squashed it down, working only for their amusement, trying not to feel anything but disgust at her actions.

“Beautiful, Marla. A very good show from you. But I think Arnold and I have had enough with just being an audience. It’s time for you to include us in the event.”

Marla was aghast. “No fucking way!” The next thing she knew, a fist slammed into her head and she was seeing stars.

“We’re holding all the cards, toots. You’ll do everything we ask.” Arnold put the gun right in her face, daring Marla to disagree.

Marla had a grim look on her face, but fear broke through in small bouts. Finally she hung her head. “What do you want?”

“I’ve heard you give a mean blowjob. I hope you haven’t eaten much, because you have to have room enough for the cum you’re gonna eat from giving two.” Zeke laughed at that, and motioned her over. Marla looked at Arnold, who still had the gun trained on her and she put her hands behind her head. “No, behind your back.” Marla acquiesced, and she flexed her arms as he bound her hands there. It would give her a little chance to escape.

She walked over to Zeke. She got on her knees as he pulled out his dick. It was not as long as Eric’s, but it was much thicker. She shuddered and nearly pulled back. The gun was pressed hard against her head and she sighed. She leaned forward, taking the cock in her mouth slowly, her tongue running along the head.

It was a vile feeling. She had never had any kind of intercourse except with Eric and now she was orally pleasing a guy she didn’t know or like. She knew she didn’t have a choice if she wanted to survive, so she took some initiative and began to take his shaft in her mouth. She had to widen her mouth to accept its girth and, even then, it was hard to get it over halfway in. She bobbed up and down, her tongue working when she could as well.

“Ohh yeah, that’s a good slut... Keep working it.” Zeke put his hands on her head, working her deeper than she intended. It hurt her mouth as she was forced to take more than she could handle, and she tried not to gag on the cock. Tears were starting to well in her eyes as they degraded her at every turn. After a few minutes of this torment, his cock tensed and, without any verbal warning, hot cum shot in her mouth. It was a salty taste and Marla wanted to spit it out, but Zeke ordered her to swallow it. Closing her eyes, she swallowed the awful stuff. Zeke then pat her on her head, making her feel even worse.

She scooted around until she faced Arnold, ready to take him as well. “I think she’s getting into this. I didn’t even have to ask. But I want a different type of meat for my baby.” Zeke scooped her up and threw her on the bed. She landed on her arms, wincing as pain lanced up them. Zeke grabbed one of her legs, binding her to the end of the bed with torn parts of her Stars uniform. She watched the gun, fearing being this helpless. Her other leg was also bound tightly, leaving her vulnerable as Arnold climbed up above her. She watched as he handed the gun to Zeke and then he rubbed her pussy lips. “Damn! This bitch is wet! She’s getting turned on by this shit!”

Marla shook her head, trying to deny reality as her lust rose. It had been too long for her, and her desire was fighting her sensibility as Arnold pulled down his pants, exposing his long member. She stopped trying to free her hands as he positioned it right at her pussy, almost anticipating it. He brushed the head along her lips, sending a small ripple of desire through her. Then he slammed violently into her, and all thoughts of submitting fled her mind as he viciously ground into her. When he was all the way in, he began thrusting hard and fast, concerned only with his own pleasure. He smacked her thighs as he rode her and she squirmed each time he did.

“That’s it bitch, squirm. I like my meat live.” Her breasts bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It was hard to even think about freeing her hands, much less doing so. He was hurting her any way he could, smacking her breasts, face or any other exposed area he chose to. Marla wanted her hands free now, just to have them around his throat.

Zeke, not content to stay out of the action now, grabbed one breast and squeezed it tight before releasing it. Tears flowed from her eyes despite her best efforts as he left an impression of his fingers all around that breast. He put the gun down on the bed and took the nipple of that breast in his teeth, grinding it between them. Marla’s eyes shot open and she gasped in pain. Zeke smiled cruelly, pulling on the nipple as he gripped her other breast, crushing both mounds of flesh under his hands. Pain was becoming Marla’s world and she fought it down. In their lust, they were giving her an opportunity, and if she could just focus, she’d be able to come out of this without serious damage.

Slowly she worked at her wrists, trying to do as she’d been trained and ignore the pain. It was slow work, but her left wrist was slowly coming loose. A fist into her stomach slowed her as she fought to catch her breath. She moved with each thrust, barely getting anywhere with her arms trapped underneath her. A punch to her face gave her a bloody lip and stopped her progress again as she saw stars. Arnold came, much sooner than Marla had hoped he’d last, his cum filling her. He pulled out, but only long enough to stroke himself hard again. Unlike Zeke, he had much better constitution. Either that, or he enjoyed his own pain as much as others’.

Zeke looked a little upset, but it seemed he knew he wasn’t ready for another go. Arnold thrust into her some more, grinning more and more with each gasp, each struggle or each tear that fell. Zeke helped out, scraping his nails across her stomach, drawing blood. Marla felt her wrist slipping under the rope when Arnold’s hands came around her throat, closing off her windpipe. Her eyes widened as she saw the wild look in his eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you til you croak, bitch. Then I’m gonna desecrate your corpse.”

Marla struggled under his grasp, trying to get her wrist out. Her only hope now was to free it and reach the gun. She desperately tried to ignore the two as they mauled her body. Her lungs burned as the wrist finally slipped out of the knots and she fought to get it out from under her. Her vision blurred and her head spun as she became dizzy from lack of oxygen. Just a bit longer. She tuned out as much of the torture as she could and fought for one last chance. Her arm finally came out from underneath her and she groped blindly for the spot that Zeke had left the gun.

Just when she thought it might have been moved, her hand found the pistol’s cool grip and she grasped the ray of hope. She didn’t even have time to aim or fire, she simply brought it up and slammed it into the side of what she thought was Zeke’s head. The man crumpled on top of her and she swung it again. It hit Arnold with a glancing blow, as he saw it coming, but he still released her throat. Marla drew in air gratefully, and looked around for Arnold. The man had fallen to the floor, clutching his head as Marla sat up. She shoved Zeke to the floor and aimed at Arnold. “Get up!”

“You bitch! I’m bleeding!”

“You’ll be doing a lot worse bleeding if you don’t do as I say. Now up!”

Arnold nodded, standing slowly. Then, before Marla could blink, he lunged at her, a blade in hand. Marla pulled the trigger and a shot rang out as Arnold fell on top of her. The blade missed its mark. The bullet did not. Marla shoved him off, taking much more effort than it normally would have. Blood stuck to her skin as the corpse fell to the floor. Marla just sat there, staring at it, her chest rising and falling. She had never actually killed someone before. She was good on the range, but had never done field work that had required deadly force. It made her sick.

Finally she moved her aching body, undoing the bonds on her legs and leaned over to check Zeke’s pulse. Her desperate blow had been better than she would have guessed. She’d caught him in the temple. He wouldn’t be getting up again. She couldn’t make herself feel anything but glad for it. She noticed the blade on the bed and thought dispassionately that Arnold must have had it hidden in his shoe.

She looked at the remnants of her STARS uniform and found it was un-wearable. They’d torn all the decent clothing she had left. She looked down at her body, inspecting their handiwork. Several scrapes, a couple of gashes from Zeke’s scratching, some bleeding from her pussy and some areas that were going to be more than sore soon. It didn’t matter. She was alive.
She knew she was dangerously close to having a nervous break, or going into shock. Either could be bad, and she wasn’t sure which would be the case. She just knew she needed to prevent it from happening.

“My, my, this is something.” The voice made Marla jump and spin around, gun held at the ready. She was expecting either some slack-jawed gawker or another agent to help put her down. She was not expecting to see a dark-haired man looking around her room as though inspecting some ancient artifact. “I expected something messier given your habits, but, excepting the blood, this is rather clean.”

Marla’s eyebrows rose, and despite her nudity, she did not bother to cover up. Something about the man set her on edge. It might have been the smile on his face which, combined with the look in his eyes, made it seem like he was laughing about some private joke. Another thing might have been the feel of danger she got from him. It wasn’t directed at her, but despite the man looking like he was in his forties, she felt like he was more than a match for her. She also didn’t like the fact that he could be hiding anything under his trench coat. “I had some rather thorough maids come through here, and I think it’s time for you to leave, mister.”
“Call me Trent, Marla, and I won’t be staying long. I’m just dropping off some gifts for you that you may need shortly. I’d suggest getting yourself cleaned up and dressed soon. You’ve got a flight waiting.”

Marla could only look at him for a minute before she shook her head a little. “I think you are nuts if you think I’m going anywhere.”

“You would be nuts to stay. These men may have failed in their job to kill you, but others won’t be so...enamored with you.” The smile never left Trent’s face as he held up a gloved hand. “If I may...?” Marla nodded, but kept the gun on him as he pulled out a package and a manila envelope. “There are a few things here to help with your recent encounter, including a shot to prevent...unwanted complications from it. The envelope will give you information you will need soon. I’ve also left another care package in your front room.”

“And just where am I going to fly to?” Marla asked, wondering why she was even listening to this nutjob.

“You’re going home, Ms. Aaron. And time is of the essence.”

Marla blinked. He couldn’t mean Golger Point, could he? “Home?”

“Yes. There’s a problem that started this morning in that quaint little town of yours. Now, the plane leaves in an hour from Harris Field. I would suggest you be on it. The keys to the vehicle you were brought in are on the front room table.” He grinned even wider as he watched her.

A sound caught her attention for the briefest of moments, but when she looked back, he was gone. She hurried into the front room and peaked out around the doorway, but there was no sign. How the hell did he do that? She quickly shut and locked her door, not wanting more interruptions. Trouble in Golger? It might explain some things. She wasn’t sure how much of what he said she should take at face value, but she knew one thing. She needed to be on that plane.

She hopped into a shower, cleaning herself off as best she could. It stung horribly where water splashed onto her wounds, and her whole body ached, but she moved quickly anyway, not wanting to be surprised again. Once out, she opened the package and took out a disinfectant that she used to clean out the wounds. How had he known I’d be damaged like that? She didn’t think he could have, but she also took his little shot to prevent her getting pregnant from it.

Stepping out into the bedroom again, her eyes fell on the envelope that Trent had left on her end table. She decided she’d look at it later. Instead, she moved into the front room and opened the package. Inside was a set of underwear in her size, white, a blue blouse and jeans, plus socks and sneakers. It also contained a Beretta in a holster, several clips for it, a portable first aid kit, and a belt pack to carry items in. Upon closer inspection, the gun was the one she’d turned in to Robert earlier today. “Curiouser and curiouser,” she said, quoting one of her favorite novels. “I guess I’ve gone this far down the rabbit hole. Might as well find out where it leads.”

She dressed and buckled on the holster, putting the Baretta into it. She put the clips and kit in her pack before securing it and she tucked Arnold’s pistol behind her under her waistband and pulled the blouse down over it and the Baretta, not wanting anyone around to ask why she was armed like that. She picked up his blade and thought about leaving it. Trent’s statement about Golger made her slip it into the pack as well. Can’t be too prepared. Grabbing the manila envelope, she hurried out of her apartment and down to the parking stalls. She unlocked the car, getting in as she pulled the pistol out and set it on the passenger seat. She needed to hurry to get to Harris, but she should make it in just enough time. She was going to get on that plane, and then hopefully she would get some answers.