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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
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
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- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
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Claire lie face down on the bed, her back and buttocks feeling like a hot bed of coals. The strange gel Alexia had given them to rub on her wounds hadn't done anything for the pain, might have even made it worse, but according to Ada it had dulled her bruises and cleared her welts within minutes. The worst part of it had been the feel of Ada's hands on her skin. Battered and bruised as it was, it could still be made to crawl.
The door opened. It was Ada. She'd been gone for several hours, seeing to the Steve-mutant's needs; the lady of the manor had proclaimed that milking it was to be a regular chore for them as long as it was around.
"Hey." Ada's voice was like a hammer on the back of Claire's head.
"Don't you 'hey' me," said Claire. "How's he doing? You were gone long enough to fill an Olympic swimming pool."
Ada sighed. She was wet from a shower. "Yeah, I showed the poor kid a good time a few times, what of it? Without you slowing me down, I got him empty quick and was able to sneak around a little."
Claire shut her eyes. She had actually been hoping for a tense silence, anything but having to listen to Ada talk as if she hadn't been the one to beat her with a rod, as if this was all normal.
"Go on."
"I'll spare your tender mind the finer details, but let's just say there's places inside of Alexia she doesn't seem to know about. I crawled through a few of them guess what I found out? Dear brother Alfred is here."
Claire sat up on her elbows, careful not to jostle her sore cheeks. "That jerk is still alive!?"
"Barely. Somehow he managed to fly a jet here and land it. It's parked in the intact hanger off the ice runway. I know a little more about flying jets than I do cargo planes. If we can get to it, I might be able to get us at least to somewhere Alexia can't reach."
Claire's heart was pounding. "We've got to go right now," she said. "He'll want to join in on his sister's messed up games. Ada, that's a level of weird I'm just not ready for."
The phone rang. Ada answered it immediately.
"Yes, my lady. Yes. Right away." She hung up. "Ready or not, let's go."
XXX
Alexia wore a long, blue gown, lined with the fur from a baby seal. She stood beside Alfred, who wore a fresh, archaic military officer's uniform. His blanched skin made the rings under his eyes look even heavier. He glared at Ada and Claire with such human hatred it made his sister's inhumanity shine all the darker.
"There they are!" Alfred cried. "The ones responsible!"
"We didn't do anything!" Claire shouted, her voice ringing against the glass walls. This had been some kind of greenhouse. Dead vegetation lie in scattered planters, snow had been allowed to pile against the windows. Through the ceiling the gray sunlight streamed in, the only daylight Claire had seen in what had to be two weeks.
"Silence," said Alexia. "Alfred, fetch it."
Alfred hobbled to the far end of the room, clutching his side. He rolled over a large massage chair, fitted with hooks and straps. "Have a seat, Claire," he said.
She took a deep breath, reminding herself how strong Alexia was despite looking like someone who owned a fainting couch, and got in the chair. Alfred locked her in, adjusted the seat for maximum exposure. She felt herself moistening. Good Lord, what was wrong with her?
"You, take this outside," Alexia said, handing a long, slender mercury-colored dildo to Ada.
Ada did as she was told, stepping out naked into the cold through the glass vestibule. She stood twenty paces from the door, hugging herself against the biting wind.
"Let her back in," said Claire. "It's too cold out there. She'll die!"
A hard slap came across her buttocks. "I'll say when she dies," said Alexia.
Ada had sunk to her knees, making herself as small as possible to conserve heat while satisfying Alexia's appetite for seeing her suffer. It had to be thirty below or something out there, and the wind chill! Even from inside Ada's skin could be seen turning blue. She'd stopped shivering, her breath couldn't be seen in the wind.
A wave from a gloved hand brought Ada to sudden life. She ran inside, her stiff limbs tight to her trunk as she handed the icy dildo over to Alexia before sinking down to her knees, shivering violently.
"This is made from a special alloy developed by the Umbrella Corporation," Alexia said, walking behind Claire. "It retains cold almost as if it were a form of heat." She ran the tip of the dildo from the top of Claire's tailbone to the nape of her neck, rattling every nerve in her body, making her yelp.
Slowly the icy point traveled back down her spine, putting a shiver in her. Alexia took her time, tracing a circle of sharp cold around Claire's buttocks, making her lady ache in anticipating before sliding the dildo in. Claire let out a series of sharp cries as it was pushed into her inch by inch, setting her entire body to shivering. She yelped and squeaked right along as Alexia moved it back and forth.
She left the dildo deep inside Claire while she fetched something she threw to Ada. A string of beads, the same material as the dildo. "Go," she said, simply.
Over Claire's weak protests, Ada took the beads and went back outside where she held herself tight so Alexia could watch her freeze.
The dildo hadn't warmed up so much as a degree. If anything, it was lowering Claire's core temperature from the inside, putting a chill in her bones that did little to keep an orgasm from building. She couldn't believe she was going to cum like this. If she ever got out of here alive, she was heading straight for a therapist.
Ada was waved back in. This time she fell just inside the door and had to crawl across the floor, her skin an unhealthy shade of blue.
"Ada," she said through chattering teeth. "Ada, say something."
"It is rather chilly outside, isn't it?" said Alexia. "On your feet. Some work will warm you up."
Ada pushed herself upright and walked behind Claire. The beads on the string went from small to big. She started with the smallest, an icy little berry in Claire's pucker. She grit her teeth to keep from crying out but there were a lot of beads, and they were cold.
"Stop... no more, please, they're too...aaah!"
A sharp, brittle orgasm hit her from out of nowhere. She'd been building to an edge with the dildo inside of her, but the beads had been far too much, too soon. Her hips went into spasm, her entire body shook like it was being electrocuted, falling limp the moment the beads were yanked out in one hard pull.
The next thing she knew, she was being unhooked from the chair. Her legs were too weak to hold her up and she fell beside Ada, who was back to shivering.
"Do you see, dear brother? This is how you properly enjoy a pair of fine specimens."
"Of course," said Alfred. He was afraid of her, too, Claire realized, although she felt no sympathy for him.
"Fetch the final instrument," she said.
Alfred went over to one of the defunct botany stations and returned with a double-headed dildo, one side bright red, the other blue. He threw it on Claire's lap.
"Disgusting," he said, looking down his long nose at her.
Claire vowed to blow his knee out for good if he ever got close enough for her to kick. His sister might be some kind of super mutant but he was definitely human.
"Outside, both of you. The first to make the other reach an orgasm may reenter. The loser will have to find a way back into my good graces somehow."
Claire held the dildo as she and Ada trudged towards the door. She could tell the thing was one of those stupid biometric gimmicks. It would probably send a signal to a beeper or something telling Alexia who'd really cum.
Her sympathy for Ada and her hatred for the Ashfords metastasized fully in the coldest air she'd ever felt. It was Antarctica, after all.
"Cl-Claire," said Ada through chattering teeth. "You've got to let me make you cum. I can't take this anymore."
Seeing Ada like this rattled Claire to her rapidly cooling core. She couldn't hide on her face and in her voice the despair she felt. "Ada, I can't. That stuff she put in me, it was... there's no way..."
Ada's face hardened. She locked her black eyes into Claire. "You're going to cum for me, now. Let's get it on."
She sat down on the packed snow outside the vestibule and inserted the red end of the dilo into her pussy. Claire could see she'd been dripping through this whole ordeal and joined her. The blue end was cold inside of her, but she was still a wet mess and took it, wincing as it sunk home. "Ada, I can't."
Ada took her by the leg and lifted it, topping her so that even a slight roll of her hips made for a deep, hard thrust. Ada went slow for only a few seconds, priming her for a hard, sustained pumping. She tried to catch Ada's eyes, but Ada was looking out over the snow at nothing. She was serious. She couldn't take anymore of the cold. Claire was beginning to feel why as her skin went numb and her blood temperature started to dip.
"Fine," she said, her breath coming out in a thick cone. "Round two, let's go."
She pushed back against Ada's thrusts. The snow on her bare butt and leg felt sharp. She kept thinking about the one time in her life she'd been ice fishing, of the hole being drilled and the ice slurry scooped out. Ada's skin was a pale blue, her lips shading towards purple as she fought to make Claire cum. After a moment Claire realized she was fighting back an orgasm as hard as she was trying to give one.
Claire closed her eyes, cleared her mind. Sometimes it was best to let the body handle it. Her pussy was cold and confused, but it was also wet and loving what Ada was giving it. She focused on the tiny bit of bliss glowing inside her, felt its heat worrying the edges of her frozen insides. She blew on it just a little, helped it grow.
Her orgasm was weak, like a cold stream in winter, but it was something. The vestibule door opened, out stepped Alexia, shed of her blue gown. Her lovely skin dimpled in the cold, the light moisture on it turning to vapor.
"Congratulations," she said to Ada. "You may return indoors." The dido slid from Ada as she scrambled to her feet and ran inside.
Now shivering uncontrollably, Claire looked up at the cruel face bearing down over her. An evil monster to be sure, one with a sick idea of personal amusement, but her body was warm. So, so warm.
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