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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
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-11
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They held each other close under the scalding jets, feeling each other get warmer as they traded kisses. Only when the water temperature dipped did they get out and dry off, going to bed damp and warm.

“We've got to get out of here,” Claire whispered into Ada's ear after kissing it.

“Agreed,” said Ada. “Did she hurt you?”

Claire's time outside with Alexia had been... strange. The monster's body had been like a nuclear fuel rod compared to the biting arctic air. She'd stood still as a stone statue letting Claire cling to her however she could to keep from freezing. She'd asked Claire all kinds of questions while she struggled against the cold. Was she afraid? Why had she come here? Did she love Ada?

“And you said?”

“I said she was a fish-eyed sociopath and that she was lucky she was a freak or else I'd beat her up.”

Ada smiled, kissed Claire on the lips. “Good thinking. You don't want her getting bored with you.”

Yeah, right, good thinking. It wasn't easy being a mouse trapped between a cat's paws. “What did she do with you when you were alone with her?” Claire said. She'd been afraid to ask, figuring that whatever depravity had shaken the likes of Ada Wong wasn't something to speak of lightly.

“She... she bored me.”

“She bored you? What's that? Like when you...”

“No, she's just... boring. It's awful. It's the most standard, vanilla sex you could possibly imagine. She makes it feel like it's taking a thousand years and she can tell when you're faking, it's just... ugh. I can't take it anymore. The next time we see Steve, we're leaving.”

Claire blinked as slowly as she could, trying to see the bottom of Ada's soul through the blackness in her eyes. Alexia had made her beg in the end, beg to be let inside where it was warm. Only when her tongue had begun to ache and she'd stopped shivering had the monster relented.

“Let's go see him, then,” she said.

XXX

The Steve-mutant's dark, red cock was fully erect, bouncing like a radio antenna as the women came nearer. Ada counted the stone statues along the wall, pointed at the third one from the end. “That one,” she said.

Claire nodded as she strolled catlike up to the Steve-mutant. “Steeeve,” she said, hoping she sounded sexier than she felt. Ada's plan for busting out of here was bonkers, but Claire couldn't think of a better one, so this had to work.

The Steve-mutant struggled against the powerful, vine-like tentacles holding it down, desperate to grab Claire and lance her with its enormous cock. A bigger woman might have been able to take him, but she shuddered to think of what would be left of her nethers if he ever got a hold of her.

She took hold of the slimy, red head and squeezed. The Steve-mutant grunted, thrust forward with his narrow, reptilian hips. “Steeeve,” she said, holding him between her breasts. His member was warm, the slime covering him like warm oil. “You like that, Steve? You like your big... uh, thing between my boobs?”

Ada stood in the shadows sadly shaking her head. Dirty talk had never been Claire's forte, but she had to make it work, even if the Steve-mutant didn't seem to care what she was saying. Its grunts grew deeper, its strains against its bonds harder and more sustained.

“Yeah, you like that,” she said. “How about I do it nice and slow, like this?”

Ada had become an expert in milking the Steve-mutant and had coached her well on what signs to look for so as to keep it from cumming. If she felt the base of the shaft twitch, it was too late, she'd have to take a load and start again.

Slowing down, she used her hands to pump the mutant's member. His arms, as thick as Claire's body, pulled hard against the tentacles. Slower, three seconds down, one up, squeeze near the head and slack off at the base. She hadn't heard the rumbling in his chest, yet... there it was. Two seconds down, one up. Now she squeezed the base, now she licked his head just below the bulge. He was groaning, the tentacles holding him stretched as his scaly biceps flexed.

“Now!” said Ada, running over to take Claire's place.

She ran to the statue Ada had pointed to and called out, “Hey, big guy! Come and get me! Here it is!” sticking her butt out while slapping it. The Steve-mutant went berserk, with Ada struggling to keep its hard, red cock in her grip.

“Yeah, you want to fuck her? You want to fuck her hard, don't you? Bend her right over and fuck her deep, come on, come on, bust out! That's it, get up! She's right over there, Claire is right over there, go get her! Fuck her!”

Alright, settle down, Ada, Claire thought as she squeezed her breasts together. “Steeeve,” she said, trying to lick one of her nipples. “Come... come fuck me, Steve... please, fu-fuck me nice and hard.”

Before she could literally die from embarrassment, the tentacles holding the Steve-mutant frayed, allowing it to rise from its stone seat. Ada broke away just as the bigger cords snapped and the mutant's bulk came rushing forward like a runaway bulldozer. Claire jumped out of its way at the last second before it collided with the statue, pushing it through the stone wall and taking down part of the ceiling.

“Run!” Ada cried, pulling Claire to her feet and leading her over the rubble into a cold, dark tunnel. They held each other's hands tight as they ran, Ada taking an uncertain lead. Claire was certain she'd cut her foot on a sharp rock or piece of rebar, until they came to a lighted area, a construction zone. It led into a service tunnel, into an unheated shop room. Ada looked through the window on the door while Claire shivered. “There's the hangar where Alfred parked the jet. I thought I saw an automatic refueling rig in there. If it was activated, we can try to fly out of here.”

“How far is it?”

Ada shook her head. Claire blew into her hands, rubbed her feet against her calves and nodded. They went out together.

The hangar was a football field and a half away. Claire thanked her Guardian Angel for the snow being soft and not shredding their frozen feet as they ran against the bitter wind. The hangar doors were closed with an auto-latch, one thankfully not frozen over. As it opened, Claire hopped from one foot to the other in a futile attempt to warm them. There was the jet. Their way out.

All of her good feelings died when Alexia stepped out of the shadows.

She wore a blue, fur-lined gown and shivered no more than a statue. Knowing there was no escape, both stood still as the cold would let them while Alexia approached and grabbed them by their collars, lifting them into the air.

“It seems my pets enjoy playing in the snow,” she said. “Since we'll be out here for a long while, I think I'll change into a more suitable form.”

She let out a sigh as smoke rose from under her gown. As the fabric caught fire and burned away, so did her outer layer of skin. Pale, peachy cream was replaced with mottled green and gray while her golden hair crinkled and twisted into a Medusa-like mop of tendrils. Alexia's new black-gold eyes flickered between Ada and Claire. “You two are a bad influence on each other. I shall have to separate you. But who will get to sleep in the servant's quarters and who will be mutated into a breeding sow for that abomination you've been milking?”

She brought them to their knees, grabbed each by their hair and brought their mouths to her pussy. Ada caught on first, plunging her tongue into the dark gray mound. Claire licked alongside her, their tongues fighting over Alexia's pink clit. They held their bodies tight to her warm legs, though their bare backs were lashed mercilessly by the cold wind.

Alexia pulled their heads back, turning their faces up. “Another contest. No toys, no biometrics. The one who makes the other cum may go indoors and prepare themselves to beg my forgiveness later.”

She let them go. Their eyes met. Something passed between them, a wordless, primal understanding. Claire lie on her back in the snow, knowing the horrible cold wouldn't stop Ada from getting her off. She held Ada's buttocks in front of her face, felt her numb legs part and Ada's warm tongue open her up. She plunged into Ada, savoring her inner warmth.

Ada had refined her writing technique, using her tongue like a stylus on soft, wet clay.

L.E.T. M.E. W.I.N.

Claire could see the words in her mind's eye, her pussy being the only of her body she could really feel.

N.O. she wrote back.

I. H.A.V.E. A. P.L.A.N.

F.I.N.E. She punctuated the word with a sharp tongue poke to Ada's pucker, making her jump.

Claire started licking for her own pleasure, using it as gas to thrown on the fire Ada was building inside her. Slowly, surely, her body thawed and loosened. The orgasm was cold, slushy. She let out a long groan, announcing her defeat.

“Not surprising,” said Alexia. “You may go. And you... up. On your knees. Come finish what you started.”

As Ada sprinted back to the compound, Claire dragged herself to her knees. Alexia grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close so she could lick. Her pussy was dripping wet, the fluid turned to ice outside the direct heat of her folds. Claire was desperate for Alexia's monstrous warmth, but focused on pleasing her. She licked deep. Her tongue touched something that shot forward. Long and thick it slid over her tongue to fill her mouth. Claire gagged, tried to pull away but Alexia held her tight.

“Ah, yes, there it is. You're the first to experience it. You should feel honored,” hissed Alexia, pushing the appendage deeper down Claire's throat. All she could do was hold herself against Alexia's warm body and take it, praying Ada would come through.

She was gagging when Alexia withdrew the strange appendage and held it while it shot thick ropes of white goo across Claire's face. The stuff felt like hot wax on her tight, cold skin. Alexia laughed, wiping the rapidly cooling ooze off Claire's mouth and chin with her pseudo-cock. “How amusing! I may have to rethink my plans for you and the other one. Perhaps later I shall ejaculate inside each of your wombs to see whose quickens first. The winner may carry...”

An explosion from the compound shut her up. Not an explosion, part of a concrete building had fallen down, throwing up a cloud of gray dust. From under the plumes the Steve-mutant came charging, a blind bull, mad with lust.

Alexia screamed with rage and stepped over Claire, her body changing with each step as she walked. Her legs grew longer, her arms lengthened, each splitting into two and fanning out into mantis-like clawed wings.

Ada was behind the Steve-mutant, breaking away as the two monsters clashed. Alexia tried to pluck off her opponent's head while he reached for her wings to break them. Claire didn't need to be told to rush into the hangar. There was the jet. Ada went up the ladder to the cockpit first and jumped in. Claire took the seat in the rear, fumbled with the straps as the jet's lights came on and the canopy came down.

There was no point in asking if Ada could fly this thing, no point in wondering if it had fuel. They were going to fly or die. The jet sped down the runway at rocket speed. Just as it rose, something knocked them back down. Though the canopy they saw Alexia, her humanity completely swallowed by insectoid features.

before pulling straight upward. Claire saw why through the canopy. Alexia had jumped onto the jet as it took off. Her face was elongated, her eyes now bulging compound orbs. Mandibles scraped the jet's canopy, threatening to break it.

“Hold on!” Ada shouted, making the jet go faster. It rose, then flipped over, sending the monster tumbling several hundred feet. The jet was then rising, or at least Claire hoped so; it was hard to tell what direction up was in.

She knew they'd made it when the sun was making her blink.

“Did... did we do it? Did we get away?” she said, hardly able to believe they were now soaring above the clouds in a heated cockpit.

“It looks like the jet was refueled, so... tentative yes?”

“Oh, thank God,” said Claire, melting into the seat. “Ugh... poor Steve.”

“He was gone, Claire. That was just a pile of mutated cells, nothing more.”

Claire wasn't so sure, but knew thinking about it wasn't going to solve anything. “Yeah, you're right,” she said. “Still.”

“I know. Say, why don't we go find your brother?”

“Oh, you mean now we're going to look for him?”

“Hey, this mission was a bust. I need the work.”

“Pfft. Good luck getting any money out of me. I'm broke.”

“Who said anything about money?”

XXX

Alexia pulled apart the chitin shell encasing her conscious form. She slid down the still-living hulk of her former flesh and walked newly born across a concrete floor. A draft blew in from over the rubble. She followed it, took a look back at the sleeping mutant lying atop her former body, now a massive, pregnant womb. An egg sack, really. Their battle had been a hard one, but once she'd understood what drove him, she'd formed herself into a receptacle for his lust, draining him of his seed and his rage.

She shuddered in delight over the memory as she reached the surface. She scanned the sunless horizon for a tall, black plume of smoke that might signify a jet airplane crash, but saw nothing of the sort. Alas, her pets had escaped. It was for the best, she reasoned. They'd been costly distractions and she was terribly behind schedule as it was. No more distractions. After fifteen years of slumber, she had goals to achieve.
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