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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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Claire had never run harder in her life, but even with a noir-Frankenstein hot on her heels she couldn't take her eyes off Ada. Her swaying hips were the anchor point for anywhere Claire's eyes might wander, be it up her firm back and around her slender shoulders, or down her legs. Ada wasn't quite sexy enough to fully distract Claire from the sound of doors being smashed down behind them as they ran, but she was close.
"Where are we going?" Claire shouted, running after Ada through the reception area.
"We need to lose that thing," Ada called back as they fled into a large hallway used to move heavy equipment. At the end was a steel shutter, closed. Locked, too, apparently. Ada ran up to the opening mechanism on the wall beside it and pulled from her satchel what looked like a small radio. Behind them, the Tyrant had squeezed its broad frame through the door. Claire thought for a moment it would serve Ada right if she was fingered while trying to hack the door lock, but then something on the other side made its presence known by slamming into the steel shutter, leaving a dent in the middle.
Ada and Claire backed away while the shutter was torn open as if made from tin. Claire nearly wet herself at the sight of what came through the gaping hole, a mountain of exposed red muscle and white bone, claws as long as a human arm and attached to massive arms that swung like pendulums from a top-heavy body. The thing's head hung from a long, thick neck, little more than a skull holding two bulging yellow eyes. Its body was infested with wiggling, tadpole-like creatures that dropped wetly to the floor.
"I think we're dead," said Claire, feeling nauseous.
"Not yet," said Ada, smiling. "Watch, this should be good."
The Tyrant came to an abrupt halt, beholding the utter terror before it with all the concern of someone eyeing a dodgy patch of sidewalk. The flesh-horror bellowed with a rage, a disturbingly human sound, and started down the hall, ignoring Ada and Claire, as the seams on its massive arms popped open to reveal beach ball-sized eyes that rolled angrily in their fleshy sockets. Claire kicked one of the tadpole things across the hall as it went after her. She cried for Ada to run, but the woman stood with her arms folded, watching the impending clash between the two monstrosities.
Claire thought she was about to see a contest between brains and brawn, with the smaller, better dressed of the two monsters darting around the other, striking a vital spot, perhaps using the environment to its advantage. No, the Tyrant went right up to the beast and belted a stiff right-hook across the thing's tiny face. Apparently, the head was mostly for show, as it the skull being crushed and nearly snapped off the end of the neck didn't stop it from grabbing the Tyrant in its massive, clawed arms and ripping it in two. Gallons of blood and viscera came pouring out both ends while the monster opened a cavernous mouth hidden in its chest and shoved its kill inside.
"That was... disappointing," said Ada.
"Can we run now!?" Claire said, kicking away another tadpole-thing before darting through the shredded door.
And run they did, faster than they'd been running from the Tyrant. Not even Ada's delicious-looking curves could distract Claire from what she'd just seen, and she prayed to her Guardian Angel for it to be the last thing at the bottom of the barrel of nightmares she'd stumbled into. Finally, in a well-lit office with one wall devoted to dozens of security camera screens, they stopped running. "What the hell was that thing!?" said Claire, scanning the monitors as if they might hold the answer. Half showed nothing but static, the rest parts of the the facility she didn't recognize.
"My husband," said Annette Birkin, stepping out from behind a tall filing cabinet. She was carrying a briefcase and looked pretty good for someone who'd been eaten by a cesspool mutant.
"Stop. Show me your hands," said Ada, leveling her pistol at the scientist.
Her husband? Had Claire heard that right? Annette set the briefcase down on a table and held up her empty hands. "If you want to live, you'll do what I say," she said.
"That's not how this works," said Ada.
"What are you talking about, your husband?" said Claire, not really wanting to see Annette Birkin gunned down in front of her, even if she did deserve it. "And how are you even alive right now?"
"Lets just say the mutant that swallowed me wasn't interested in a meal," said Annette with a sly grin.
Claire could only shake her head in disbelief while Ada seemed as if she'd found a kindred spirit. "I'm more interested in hearing about why we should go along with you," said Ada.
"It's simple, really. The only way out of here is locked. I have the key, but I need you two to turn it."
"We need the G-virus first," said Ada.
Claire wanted to call for a timeout. G-virus, husbands, keys... she felt out of place, as if she'd been dropped somewhere meant for someone else.
"You're in the luck, then, since the virus is locked behind the same door we'll be using on our way out. You can turn it, and me, over to your employers then," said Annette.
Claire could see genuine confusion on Ada's face. The scientist certainly sounded sincere, if a little frayed; understandable, given she'd been run through the digestive-reproductive system of a B-movie sewer monster.
"So, now you're happy with having your science project take away?" said Ada.
Annette risked lowering her hands and stepped over to the briefcase. Claire thought for sure Ada would shoot her when she undid the clasps and opened it. "At this point, whoever ends up with that sample is going to need my expertise, whether they're the government or a rival pharmaceutical company. Of course, I'll need to be alive for that, and that means getting that door open."
Ada clucked her tongue. "We're all set with that, actually. I came prepared."
"No, actually you didn't. The security data you stole would've worked perfectly before Dr. Chin fiddled with the security system."
"Dr. Chin?" said Ada. "The one who designed the plant?"
"The same. He rebuilt some key components of the emergency security system on the sly, installed them without anyone noticing. Here," Annette said, tossing Ada and Claire each a heavy, plastic wristband. Claire inspected hers, it was inlaid with wires and was scratchy on the inside. "Those measure biometrics and can broadcast a signal short distances. We wear them around here to open doors, but Dr. Chin got creative. You can open any door in the facility with that on your wrist, but only if your biometrics are right."
"Our biometrics?" said Claire. "What do you mean?"
"We really don't have time for science class right now. Just take these and do what I tell you," said Annette, tossing them what looked like white hearing aids. Claire saw they were tiny two-way radios.
Ada put on her wristband. She looked at Claire with a sly smile on her face. "This is too stupid to be a lie," she said, softly. "Just go with it."
Lie or not, Claire just wished something would happen that made some semblance of sense. She put on her wristband, felt it scratching her wrist, which she supposed was how it measured her "biometrics," whatever the heck those were. "You'd better get moving, Agent Wong. My husband isn't as smart as he once was, but he'll circle back, and he's not the only thing running around loose. I'll keep an eye on you from here."
Utterly bewildered, Claire followed Ada out of the room, noting well the little spring in the woman's step.
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Speaking to them through their earbuds, Annette guided the pair down several floors into a refrigerated hallway. Claire was shivering after a few minutes, wondering how Ada wasn't doing the same. She certainly felt the cold, Claire could see the goosebumps on the nape of her neck. She wanted to count them, brush them with her lips, but knew she had to stay focused. Things were getting crazier by the minute and God only knew what would happen next.
The door they wanted was locked and covered in a thin layer of frost. Annette gave Ada a pass code to type into the door's electronic lock, but all it did was open a slot on the other side of the door frame, from which protruded an oddly-shaped handle. About eight inches long with a bulbous tip, it was made of white plastic. Pinprick-sized holes lined the shaft and there was a hole... dildo. It was a dildo, Claire realized.
"This is pretty simple, you just have to suck it off," said Annette, happily over the radio.
"How?" Claire said. "Better question, why?"
"I'll do it," said Ada, sounding bored. She grabbed the base of the dildo, stroked it up and down with her other hand while licking the tip. Claire watched in disbelief as a light bar behind the dildo blinked red at the bottom.
"Dr. Chin was a special class of deviant," said Annette. "That cock you're eagerly blowing is full of sensors that can tell when it's being sucked, stroked, or inserted. It can also tell how many individuals are involved. That means you'll have to help... Claire, was it?"
"How do we know she's not messing with us?" said Claire, covering her earpiece and mouthing the words as Ada let the dildo out of her mouth.
Ada beckoned her over, held the cock steady by the base. "Let's just get this over with, before her husband comes back."
Closing her eyes, remembering it was Ada's saliva on the dildo, she went down on it. It had no real flavor, plastic, rubber, or otherwise. It felt like the real thing, to the point where Claire felt better about opening her eyes while clumsily bobbing her head up and down. She'd given two blowjobs in her entire life, to the same boy, and had found the quickest way to get it done was to work the area under the head while stroking the shaft. She watched the light bar fill, turn yellow, and stop. Ada switched with her, going at it with gusto, licking, stroking, playing with the cock as if there were a human attached who might appreciate it all. It worked, the light bar filled nearly to the top. And there it stayed, until Claire got inspired and went back in, slipping an arm across Ada's shoulders. Claire went low, Ada high, they met at the top, their tongues touching around the tip of the phallus. The light bar peaked, a sound like a gas pump kicking on was heard and the two women pulled their faces away just in time to avoid a jet of thick, white fluid shooting out the tip and splashing on the floor. The dildo came loose at the base and the frozen door slid open.
"Take it with you. It's a key," said Annette.
The room beyond was another refrigerator. Claire shivered as she and Ada approached the door on the far end. There was a box slot to the right of the door, but Claire's attention was fixed on the rest of the room, where dozens of man-sized plastic bags hung from the ceiling, the bodies inside visible through the clear, frosted plastic.
"Put the key in that slot. If I'm reading Chin's notes correctly, it'll get quite cold, but more importantly, the door behind you will lock. It won't open again until you both use the dildo to cum, meanwhile that room will start heating up, as will your audience. Don't tamper with them, Chin built in several safeguards against that sort of thing."
Ada eyed the dildo with interest. "Are you up for this?"
Claire, shivering, doubting it, but she didn't see another choice. "I guess," she said, as Ada put the dildo into the freezing slot and closed it. "Have you ever done anything like this?"
Ada gave a shrug that might've meant anything as the slot opened back up and the door behind them locked. "Oh, that is cold." She lifted the red hem of her skirt and slipped out of her black leggings. "I'll go first."
"No, you have to do it together, I think," said Annette through their earpieces.
"She thinks," mouthed Claire, sliding out of her shorts and tights, reluctantly dropping her panties. She didn't think she'd be wet given the circumstances, but once again found the promise of Ada Wong too much to resist, even unconsciously. She wondered if they'd ever be together in a situation that wasn't utterly demented.
Ada laid down on her side, splaying herself for Claire. "I'll start," she said, wincing adorably as she inserted the tip of the cold dildo into her pussy. "Ah, ah, ah," she cried as it slid in. "Oh, that's cold. Come here."
Taking a deep breath, once again not sure if what she was experiencing was even real, Claire got down and with Ada's help guided the icy phallus into warm, wet pussy. Instantly she felt like she was in one of those peppermint patty commercials, transported to an icy mountain top or to the middle of a barren snowfield. She let out a squeal as Ada pushed it deeper, tightening every muscle and tissue fiber she had in her core.
Cold as it was, the dildo was slick, gliding around inside her, colder than ice without causing pain. If this Chin person wasn't dead, Claire thought, someone should give him a Nobel prize for perversion, right before tossing him in jail where he could get counseling.
"Follow my lead," said Ada, moving her hips, riding the dildo while pushing and pulling it inside Claire.
There was a humming in the walls. One of the body bags twitched as a spasm went through it's occupant's thawing nervous system. Claire looked back, saw the frost on the bags was looking a little dewy.
"Don't look at them," said Ada, who's eyes had been going between Claire and the thawing horrors, the pending danger being a turn-on for her. "Focus on me."
Claire propped herself up on her hands, watched the dildo going in an out of Ada, each movement sending freezing pleasure through her own body. She imagined them somewhere else, somewhere dark and warm, somewhere private. More shakes and shivers from behind. The room was still cold, but noticeably warmer, the dildo still a lance of ice.
"Eyes on me," said Ada, breathing hard. "Relax, focus on how it feels, don't think about anything else."
Claire closed her eyes, imagined that warm room, a bed and breakfast perhaps, the furthest thing from a bioweapons laboratory with a poor safety record. She opened her eyes when she heard Ada gasp. No surprise, she was cumming, stimulating her clitoris with her fingers to get more out of it. A body bag fell to the floor.
"Shit," hissed Claire.
"Here, turn," said Ada, coordinating a difficult switch to their hands and knees. "Use your fingers, that's it."
On her hands and knees, eyes closed, Claire felt the dildo moving inside her, its temperature still quite low. Ada held her end tight, working like a maestro's baton, teasing more intense sensations out of Claire.
Warm bed, dark, just the two of them, thought Claire. No, to hell with it. She opened her eyes, saw several body bags on the floor jerking violently. Nowhere near enough bullets to take them all out. Her death would be a long, drawn out scene, provided she didn't take Ada's gun and end it all on her own terms, here on the hard floor under bright, freezing lights... The orgasm hit her like an avalanche, snuffing all the warmth from her body, casting her adrift in a vast, dark sea where she was smothered. She returned to her body at the sound of a heavy latch turning inside the door.
"Quick, let's move," said Ada, yanking the cold dildo out of Claire, making her shriek. They both went pants-less into the next room, just as the first of the body bags was torn open by its thawed occupant. The door shut behind them, leaving them safe, for now.
Claire got dressed, found a bench to sit on and catch her breath. The were in a long storeroom. The air was chilly, but nothing like the refrigerated areas. "What... what was that?" she said.
"A fun lock puzzle," said Ada. "More of a challenge, really, but more enjoyable than some others I've encountered."
"No, I meant..." Ada hadn't been in her head when she'd cum, didn't know what had tipped her over. Was she turning into a weirdo? Had she always been one? "Wait, you've done stuff like this before? Does this happen to FBI agents a lot?"
"More often than you'd think," said Ada. "We downplay it in our reports."
"Good job," said Annette. "I was worried about you, Claire, I didn't think you had it in you. Hopefully you're ready for more, because it only gets weirder."
Claire noticed a delighted shiver run up Ada's long, shapely legs, and couldn't help but feel something similar.
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