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Women in Red	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 10633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The cable car's brakes screeched as they brought it to a hard stop. Claire was thrown forward, but held tight to a steel support bar. Through the car's front window they could see the entrance to the lab. Half the lights around the heavy, overhead door were out, while the door itself was stuck three feet off the ground, revealing only flickering darkness beyond.
"Looks like there really was an accident. What do you think happened?" Claire said.
"Who knows," said Ada, getting up from the cab car's control seat to check her pistol, making sure the magazine was full. "It might not have been entirely an accident, either."
"You mean someone caused all of this on purpose?" said Claire, happy she could still be shocked after all the madness she'd seen.
"I really don't know," said Ada, sounding bored. "Let's just hope it's not too bad in there. Good work handling that Tyrant, by the way. Do you want your reward?"
She stood only a few inches from Claire, so it was clear what she meant by reward. Claire was sorely tempted, not liking at all the look of the lab entrance. There was also the Tyrant to consider. It likely wasn't dead, and didn't seem like the type of thing to quit easily.
"I, uh, shouldn't we, you know, be going?" said Claire.
"It won't take long," said Ada, knowing all Claire could see of her as she spoke was her red lips and flashing tongue. "I can get you in... two minutes, easy."
Claire had never once cum in less than ten minutes and was about to state this when she realized it was insane. "I'll take a rain check," she said, watching Ada's eyes carefully as they darkened.
"Suit yourself," said Ada, brushing past Claire, nudging her off balance. Claire almost changed her mind, but followed the woman out, finding it harder than ever not to stare at her hips and dream of what was under the red fabric of her dress.
The lab's lights came on when they were under the door, motion activated. To their immediate right was a brightly lit reception desk, the Umbrella Inc. logo blazing behind it. Claire felt like she'd walked into a pharmacy, instinctively walking up to the desk and looking for the bell. There wasn't one, but there was a computer. Claire leaped the counter and went to they keyboard; whoever had been using it hadn't locked the screen.
"Ada, check this out," she said. "I think we can get all kinds of evidence through this!"
"What's that?" Ada said, already by a door, fiddling with its electronic lock. "Oh. Forget that. The evidence we're looking for is further in."
The door slid open, making a sound like the doors on the sci-fi shows. Claire was impressed at how high-tech everything was, she'd been expecting a much cruder operation. While it showed how little she knew of secret bioweapons labs run by evil corporations, she still thought there was dirt to be had on Umbrella in its computer systems.
Ada backed away from the door, her pistol up. She fired three times; a soggy, reeking thing in a lab coat came stumbling through. Ada's next bullet caused enough damage to its brain to drop it. She stepped around the spreading pool on the floor and into the room beyond. Claire stayed at the computer, clicking on folders, opening files, until her anxiety finally lifted her from her seat and sent her over the desk after Ada. She leaped over the zombie and into a hallway where half the lights were blown out. Ada was down at the end, hacking the electronic lock to another door. Claire caught up, followed her into a dimly lit sleeping quarter. The bunks were tubes, accessed by sliding doors. They looked immensely comfortable, thought Claire, until she remembered their owners were probably all dead.
Ada opened one of the bunks. Inside was the corpse of another person in a lab coat. A man with short, black hair. He lay face down, his arm tumbling out. Ada slipped from his wrist a plastic band. "We'll need this to get where the evidence we're looking for is stored," she said, as the dead man she'd taken it from stirred. She stepped aside from his flailing hand and deftly shut the door. Picking up a sock from the floor, she tied the handle down.
"What kind of evidence are we looking for, anyway?" said Claire. "I mean, after the army comes, they're going to figure out what happened, aren't they?"
The zombie moaned from inside the bunk. Ada crossed her arms, side-eying an open bunk on the other wall. "We need a sample of the G-virus. It's the only thing that will prove beyond the shadow of a doubt Umbrella is responsible. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
"Alright," said Claire. It wasn't lost on her that the G-virus was the very thing Annette had accused Ada of being there to steal. "Well, where is it? Let's go get it."
"These beds look comfortable. Give this one a go?"
Claire swooned as the zombie inside the closed bunk thrashed and rattled the door. "Like, now?"
"I doubt we'll run across a more comfortable place," said Ada, ignoring the enraged zombie.
"I-I don't know. The mood in here is all, you know," Claire said, gesturing towards the zombie.
Ada's face didn't move, but something dark certainly rippled beneath. It made Claire's spine itch, even as she imagined lying in one of the bunks with Ada, hoping she'd get to be on the bottom.
"Fine," said Ada. "Let's not waste any more time."
The wristband taken from the dead man would open a certain door on one end of the facility, Ada explained as they made their way through rooms and corridors, some filled with zombies, others with their half-eaten victims. Inside that door, they could get an upgraded wristband that would open the area where the G-virus was kept. "It will also let us get out of the city," said Ada, as she held the band up to a green door.
On the other side was a lab with a window looking in on a lush greenhouse. The main lights were all out, the only luminescence coming from the computer monitors and control banks. Claire looked through the greenhouse window, whatever had been going on in there had grown out of control. Vines covered every surface, huge purple and pink blossoms hung in clumps all over. There was someone lying in the middle of the room, a dead person. Claire noticed right away the handgun lying next to them.
While Ada was checking one of the computer screens, Claire stepped through the door into the greenhouse, making a bee-line for the handgun. She didn't know what had killed the person lying next to it, only that it had happened a while ago, for the body was covered in green mold. She snatched up the gun, turned to find a curtain of vines bearing dozens of buds had dropped behind her. The flowers blossomed in a span of seconds, expelling a fine, wet mist. Claire held her breath, waved her hand in front of her face as she stumbled backward. The mist smelled sweet, tasted like dark honey.
It felt like there was a gear in her mind that had slipped. She remembered nothing before inhaling the spores except Ada. All she could think of was Ada, her dark eyes, her tasty-looking mouth, her hips, her pussy. Claire unbuttoned her shorts, pulled them down. She fell to her knees, plunged her hand beneath her panties. Her pussy was sopping wet, thick as oil. She needed to cum now, couldn't make it happen fast enough. She felt the vines around her move, brushing against her bare legs, wrapping around her thighs. She looked up towards the ceiling, praying she'd cum soon, and saw a curtain of thick, pulsing vines lined with buds dropping down. The buds opened, revealing long, red pistils that looked to Claire like substantially sized penises. "Yes, please," she said. "Fuck me, fuck me, please!"
Leaning back into the vines behind her, she spread her legs and watched eagerly as the blossoms came near, dripping their own secretions. Claire could smell it from where she was, it was wonderful, fresh laundry, baked cookies, morning coffee, her mouth hung open, drooling for the pistil coming towards her.
Ada stepped around the corner, come in from the other side. She wore a gas mask over her face and stood with a hand on her hip, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "You begged to come with me, then you go running off on your own," said Ada, coming closer. Claire was furious when some of the pistils facing her turned their attentions towards the newcomer. They were all hers, she needed them all inside her, as many as would fit.
Ada was spraying herself down with something that looked like insect repellent. The blossoms turned their attentions back towards Claire, bumping into each other as if fighting over who would go first. "The spray keeps the plant off, but since you've inhaled the spores, I'd just be breaking up a happy couple," said Ada.
"What?" said Claire, as one of the pistils came within reach. Claire took hold of it. Slick, it felt firm, tender. She guided it between her labia, felt its juices mix with hers so it glided inside her, leaving only a blissful stretching sensation.
"Rumor has it one of the researchers down here was a fan of anime porn," said Ada. "He designed this particular bioweapon. It's a combination of plant, animal, and a deeply skewed sense of what a healthy sexual relationship should look like. Nothing that's about to happen to you is biologically necessary, but it should be more enjoyable than fatal. I'm going to go get something that will fix this. Hang on."
Claire wasn't listening. A second pistil had come, she guided into her anus, thankful for the lubricant it excreted but knowing she'd have gladly taken it raw. Part of her was aware she was trapped by perverted plant monster, but that part wasn't making decisions. With two pistils inside her, she looked up to see three more hanging over her head. She grabbed one, brought it closer, took it into her mouth. It tasted as good as it smelled, somehow she new stroking the pistil as if it were a cock would make it cum. The one in her pussy squirted first, followed by the other. They didn't slow their undulations, bringing Claire to a fast orgasm. She couldn't remember ever cumming harder. She saw a white light down a dark tunnel, heard voices calling to her. When she awoke it was to a new pistil lying on her chest, squirting green nectar onto her face. She licked what she could reach, dimly remembering before, during her orgasm, when the pistil in her mouth had let loose its nectar, how good the stuff had tasted as she slurped it down.
New buds were opening up around her, tiny ones with pink suction cups instead of pistils. They went for her breasts, other tendrils working in tandem to pull off her vest and the rest of her clothing. She felt the fleshy little cups everywhere, sending shivers through her as the pistils became more interesting. Some were curved, others bulged in odd places, some wiggled like trunks. They all had their turn, each slamming her with a different tenor of orgasm.
Another gear in her head slipped. She was complete. She was in heaven. She'd gone through Hell and come to her final reward, an endless state of bliss, safe, protected, nourished, gratified in ways she couldn't have imagined. He greatest pleasure was cumming, her greatest reward was when the plant delivered its nectar. She knew it made the plant feel good, she was proud of herself every time she made it cum.
But she was weak. It needed more than she could give. She took to laying on her stomach, her hips in the air, letting the plant spill its nectar inside her over and over again, swapping in new pistils whenever one was spent. She was covered in its nectar, her eyes were sticky with it. She opened them to see Ada watching her through the glass.
A hissing sound came from above. The sprinklers. Claire felt the plant die, almost died with it as it dissolved around her into a viscous ooze. She heard footsteps behind her, felt something pinch the side of her neck. She was being lifted in a fireman's carry, taken somewhere that smelled like chlorine. By the time she was on her feet, she was coherent enough to cry out. Ada helped her stumble into a shower stall and closed the door. Claire shrieked as she was blasted from all directions by a hundred jets of cold water. Only when she cried for it to stop did Ada turn it off and help her out, wrapping her in a towel.
"How are you feeling?" Ada said, sitting her down in an office chair at a conference table. They were in some sort of changing room where people also went to be decontaminated.
Sore between the legs. Slightly nauseous. Like she'd just spent hours having filthy, debased, animal sex with a fucking vine. "I'm okay," said Claire, shivering. "I went to pick up a gun I saw lying on the ground, and..."
Ada showed her the gun, popped out the empty magazine. "It's a good thing that bioweapon was designed to be a lonely man's houseplant and not an actual killer," she said. "Still, I'm a little jealous. How was it?"
Claire stopped shivering for a moment, repeated the question in her mind. The entire night had been like having her brain periodically dropped into a deep fryer, each outrage like a new type of breading. "I feel strange," said Claire.
Ada knelt beside her, taking her by the hand. "Feel my fingers," she said. "Feel yours. Feel my fingers on your arm. See them?"
Claire watched Ada caress her arm, giving it loving squeezes. It felt nice at first, then amazing, as if something were being restored, something sane. She let Ada keep touching her, traveling further up her arm, over her shoulder, over her neck. She was between Claire's legs when she ran both hands down her bare chest, over her stomach. Claire felt electrified, whole. Human.
"May I?" said Ada, her hands resting on Claire's thighs.
"Yeah, go ahead," said Claire. "Please."
"You're more than welcome," said Ada, parting Claire's legs, diving in. She went slow, her tongue letting Claire's pussy know it was there before moving things around. Claire felt herself moisten as she tensed. She put her hands on Ada's head, felt her soft black hair between her fingers. Her tongue found out where to go, it didn't have to cheat. Ada built Claire's orgasm like a woodland fire, small sticks at first, light breath on the flame. The hotter it got, the thicker and heavier the fuel. It was a bonfire by the time it exploded, leaving Claire burnt to cinders and smoldering.
"How's that?" said Ada, resting her hand on Claire's stomach.
"Better," said Claire.
"It's normal to feel a little off-kilter after an experience like that," said Ada. "Human touch brings you back to yourself, so to speak."
Claire felt better after she was dressed. Ada had run her clothes through a dry washer, leaving them free of plant juices. In addition to picking up whatever was needed to kill the plant and the spores Claire had inhaled, Ada had also found the wristband key she needed to reach the G-virus. They were backtracking when the glass on the other side of the greenhouse shattered. It was the Tyrant. It plowed through the greenhouse room, upending plant trays and other large pieces of equipment. She forgot the ache between her legs and ran as fast as Ada, wondering how they'd ever escape that thing.
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