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Women in Red 2	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 4708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
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- 5-Five
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- 9-Nine
- 10-10
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- 12-12
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Claire woke up on a small bed in a servant's quarters. Ada was there to help her don her new uniform, a leather bell collar and several more black leather straps to go around her wrists, ankles, waist, arms and upper thighs. Each strap had a steel hoop, for when Lady Ashford whenver wished to chain them to something, so Ada explained.
"She said we're allowed to go wherever we want around the East Wing, as long as one of us stays in here at all time," said Ada. "The straps stay on, too."
Claire had no idea how long she'd been asleep for, but was grateful for the rest. "What are we going to do?" she said.
"Whatever Lady Ashford wants us to," said Ada.
"Lady Ashford? What did she do to you?"
A shiver went down Ada's back. She licked her lips. Claire didn't think she'd ever seen the woman so haunted.
"I'd... rather not get into it. She's taken over this entire base, there's no way for us to leave, and we can't beat her. So if we want to keep on leaving and not end up like Steve, we'd better focus on being good little pets."
Claire swung her legs over the edge of the bed. It was the only one in the room and it was rather narrow. It was a struggle to stand. What Alexia had put her through had been too much for both her mind and body. She remembered coming to in the middle of her long orgasm, like a patient waking up in the middle of a surgery. She could still hear all the noises she'd made, all things she'd been made to say and do.
"Yeah, well, this little kitty wants a walk," said Claire, pushing herself up. Her legs felt like gelatin, her bones rubber. "Maybe in a minute."
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Locked doors, cold hallways, and not a single window were to be found in the East Wing. Claire's reconnoitering of their living space had left a scream in her throat that wouldn't come out, even as she watched Ada sleep like a cat on their bed. Was this despair? Claire had thought her life's low-point to be the moments before she'd met Ada Wong, out of bullets and hounded by monsters. It had been a sweaty, bloody kind of desperation, better than this cold, endless static. At least the shower down the hall had hot water, for now.
They learned about their room's little telephone when it suddenly rang. It was hidden in an alcove behind a decorative red curtain, a thing to be forgotten when not being used. Ada was the one to answer it while Claire recovered from the near-heart attack it had caused.
"Hello, this is Ada. Yes, Lady Ashford, right away." She hung up. "She wants to see us. Now."
The door leading out of the East Wing had been unlocked for them. The hallways and rooms outside of it were being overtaken by vein-like purple tentacles, swollen and pulsating. They were thick around Alexia's chamber, where she sat like a queen in a high-backed chair.
"You were slow. Keep me waiting like that again and I shall punish you both severely," she said, as they entered.
She wore an gown of emerald green, making Claire wonder if she'd ever get to wear real clothes again herself.
"We're sorry, Lady Ashford," Ada said, kneeling with her hands and face pressed to the floor. Claire followed suit, hating every second of it, praying her annoyance wasn't visible in her body language.
Alexia said nothing for a full thirty seconds before bidding them to rise. "That creature you came here with has become difficult to control. I want you both to go into the lower levels and satisfy it, since you're the root cause of it's lust."
"With all due respect, Lady Ashford, he'll tear us apart," Claire said.
"You, slap her across the face," said Alexia. "Make it sting."
Ada's hand went briskly across Claire's cheek, leaving her more in shock than pain.
"Since you're both natural-born whores, I'm sure you'll find a solution. Now, go. And clean yourselves up after, you'll be in my chambers later."
Bloodstains, trashed offices, and the smell of cold rot were all that remained of the zombies and mutants that had haunted the facility. Alexia's tentacles were everywhere, so thick in some places they blocked doors and entire hallways.
"You didn't have to smack me that hard," said Claire, her eyes once again taken in by the sway in Ada's hips.
"You just hope that's all she tells me to do to you," said Ada. "You were right about Steve, though, this is going to be tricky."
"Tricky? You mean we're really doing this? We should be looking for a way out, not looking for Steve so we can... what are we going to do with him, exactly? We had bars between us the last time he was gross."
They found the Steve-mutant at the end of a hall lined with tall statues of armored men holding giant battle axes. He sat on a stone seat, arms and legs held down by thick tentacles twisted about each other like steel cables. His red, reptilian eyes were fixed forlornly on his erect penis, which stood between his legs like a crimson pike.
"Good lord," said Claire. "She could have done this herself, you know that, right?"
Ada let out a sigh as the Steve-mutant lifted its head. It pulled mightily against his bonds, stretching them tight. "I'll take the lead, but I'm pretty sure Alexia wants us both putting in an effort, so don't slack off."
"Yes, ma'am," said Claire, rolling her eyes.
It wasn't lost on her that this creature had once been a young man; an annoying, horny young man, sure, but he didn't deserve what had happened to him. Ada was first to touch the red mast. The Steve-mutant grunted, pulled harder at the tentacles holding it. That it wanted to grab Ada and impale her on its member was clear on its flattened face, but Ada seemed intrigued. She found his cock was coated in a thin sheen of clear slime as she took it in both hands and worked it like a butter churn. It erupted after half a dozen pumps, the immense reptilian body convulsing as an enormous amount of cum landed on Ada's face and chest. She blinked through it, wiped the stuff from her eyes and looked back at Claire.
"Not so fun, is it?" said Claire.
"I've had worse. Here, we'll double-team him."
She held one side of the mutant's dripping cock between her breasts. Claire did the same, awkwardly positioning herself so she could move up and down. It took them a minute to figure out how they could work their bodies up and down the mutant's enormous shaft, but once they were in a rhythm it wasn't long before the next eruption.
"Oh, my," said Claire, as a gallon of the stuff flowed out of the shivering, grunting mutant. "How much can he have in him?"
"Let's find out," said Ada, moving to sit on the Steve-mutant's lap, her buttocks pressing against its cock. "There, push your butt against him. Pretend he's a stripper pole."
"So, run away and go wait tables?"
"Funny."
Claire pressed her butt against the slimy cock, felt Ada's cheeks on the other side. It didn't take them long to get their butts moving in time, but it also wasn't long before Claire's thighs and lower back caught fire. She braced her hands on her knees and powered through it, until the next load came. She felt a big gob land on her back while the rest of it flowed between her butt-cheeks and down her sore legs.
The Steve-mutant was insatiable. Ada kept them on task, either as a team or one-on-one when they needed a break. "The sooner we drain him, the sooner we're done," she said, holding the base of his thick cock in the crook of her elbow, running her hand up and down the front of his shaft until white snot shot from the tip and splattered onto the floor.
How many hours passed like this, Claire couldn't guess. At some point, Ada must have gotten bored, laying the impossibly hard mutant cock against its owner's scaly stomach and straddling it. Claire held her by the shoulders for balance as she ground her pussy against the shaft. She and the Steve-mutant were cumming when the ceiling started to slither and a pair of long, fleshy tubes descended.
"Oh, too bad," said Ada, breathless as Alexia's tentacles swallowed them up.
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