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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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In a low, dark hallway, watching Ada's hips and their eternal sway, Claire swooned. She was back in the room full of body bags, a monster at the door, the taste of a woman in her mouth. Blinking, she saw Ada's face in the dim light, lovely as the moon.
"Are you alright?" said Ada, her voice low so the transmitter in her ear would have a harder time picking it up. Claire swallowed, thinking about that voice in her ear some early morning, far from here and now.
"I think so," said Claire. "It's just... this is all insane. Stuff like this doesn't happen. Back there I... I don't know, I didn't think I could..."
Ada slid an arm over her shoulders, let Claire feel weight and shape of her body. "You'll be fine. Things are weird down here, nothing wrong with being a little off-balance. We'll get out of here and you'll be alright."
Claire nodded, hoping the harder she did the more she'd believe what Ada was saying. She didn't, not at all. She wasn't sure how to tell Ada she felt different, changed.
Revealed.
"Where's my gun?" said Claire. "I want it back."
Ada eyed her with maternal suspicion, but reached into her hip pouch and handed over the weapon. "It's not loaded, and I doubt we'll run across any rounds down here, but if it makes you feel better to have it, here," said Ada.
"You're in luck," said Annette when they came to a massive room playing host to rows of steel containers, all with round portholes. "The deadly part of this one is broken, all you have to do is service the elevator."
"Service the... what?" said Claire, looking through the glass on the nearest container. Inside, floating in reddish goo, was something that looked like a cross between a gorilla and an alligator, curled into a fetal ball and seemingly dead.
"Slide that dildo key into a slot by the elevator door at the end," said Annette. "One of you will have to use it to reach an orgasm in order to call the elevator. Once you begin, the room will lock down and a timer will start. If you can't cum in under ten minutes, all the pods holding the hunters will open. My computer says they're all dead, so take your time."
"This one's all yours," said Claire. "I'm going to look around."
"You don't want to stay and watch?" said Ada.
Claire cleared her throat and went to explore the room. Outwardly she was calm, but between her ears a full-scale riot had broken out. Who was she kidding, acting like she didn't want to watch? No normal person would have said yes to such an offer, given the circumstances. Had she hurt Ada's feelings? Going back now would be more awkward than anything.
On the far side of the room was something to take her mind off the matter, a security guard station. It reminded Claire of a bus terminal. She went inside, got excited when she saw the corps of a security guard in the corner. He'd shot his brains out. Blood was all over the wall above his head and down his back, his face a sinking purple mess. Claire felt bad about feeling good, but figured he wouldn't mind her taking his bullets. Outside, the elevator was coming to life, as Ada straddled the dildo by the door, her eyes closed while she rocked her hips back and forth. The woman was insatiable, thought Claire, whose own pussy was feeling a little abused.
Thoughts of pussy and Ada's long, smooth legs left Claire's mind the moment her eyes fell on what the security office had been keeping stashed under a work panel. Resting in a specially made slot was the biggest gun Claire had ever seen, something that belonged atop some kind of military vehicle. She was puzzling over how she might use it when she heard a loud crashing sound on the other side of the warehouse.
"Claire!" shouted Ada.
She ran out of the guard's office, her pistol loaded and ready. Ada was on her feet, pulling up her leggings. The dildo behind her was slick and wobbling. Near the warehouse entrance, atop the hunter tanks, was the monster that had eaten the Tyrant. It reared up on two legs, spread its massive, clawed arms, and let out a horrendous-sounding roar before leaping to the ground.
"Annette! It's your husband. How do we get out of here?" said Ada.
Silence over transmitters, then a long sigh. "The only way out is through the elevator door, which isn't opening until one of you cums on that dildo. If my husband is there, you'll have to deal with him somehow."
Claire and Ada exchanged glances, Claire's shocked and horrified, Ada's one of exhilaration. "Split up, there's a weapon over there," shouted Claire, bolting back to the guard house as the Birkin-monster lumbered towards them, its massive claws sweeping left and right like giant scythes. Ada fired two rounds, drawing it towards her as Claire reached the guard house. Claire kicked the panel holding the big gun open, pulled it free. Thankfully, it was loaded and designed to be somewhat idiot-proof, a fire extinguisher of sorts, only for escaped mutants. She slung its strap over her shoulder, found it was lighter than it looked, but still hefty. She ran with it out of the guard house, her hand on the button she dearly hoped was the trigger.
The monster toppled rows of tanks as it scrambled after Ada, who ran and leaped, careful to avoid being cornered. Her eyes lit up when she saw Claire with the new gun. "Shoot it!" she shouted, running towards Claire.
Claire had no idea what to expect from the huge gun when she pulled the trigger mechanism. The barrel spun, making a high-pitched whirring noise before the bullets began firing. Blood and chunks of meat went flying, the monster howled with anger. She kept the spray of lead on the monster's legs, shredding tendons, muscles, and bones to slow it down. The gun was inflicted an enormous amount of damage, but the Birkin-thing was more irritated that hurt as it toppled towards her, pulling itself along with its upper claws.
"Don't let it over-heat!" cried Ada, back on the dildo, riding it hard.
"Whatever you're doing, aim for anything that looks like an eye," said Annette over the transmitter. "It can't easily regenerate those, and should retreat if it's hurt too badly."
"Isn't that your husband?" Claire shouted, seeing an enormous orange tinted eye pop open high on the monster's upper arm.
"Not anymore," said Annette.
Sorry I asked, thought Claire, holding her fire until she could angle the gun upward. From the corner of her eye she saw Ada, her dress pulled down, one hand fondling her bare breasts while the other reached between her legs, her eyes were rolled back and fluttering. Claire almost didn't see when the Birkin-monster charged, pulling itself across the floor far more rapidly than Claire would've thought was possible. She avoided being rolled over by diving out of the way, but dropped the gun.
"Claire, look!" said Ada, her voice strained.
On the monster's back was a bulging yellow eye the size of a child's backyard swimming pool. Claire ran towards the monster, hoisted the big gun off the floor and let it rip. Off balance, she fell backward on her ass, but kept the gunfire on big, juicy target now glaring at her. The bullets tore off the outer membrane, spilling gallons of viscous eye-fluid. The monster howled from deep in its cavernous throat, stood up on four legs like an enormous Lovecraftian dog, then leaped atop a stack of containers. Claire kept firing, heard the gun spinning empty. She reached for her pistol, knowing it wouldn't do much if the thing decided to stay and fight.
It didn't. She watched with fascinated horror as it jumped into the dark corner of the high ceiling, scurrying back through whatever hole it came in from.
Ada let out a series of intense moans. Claire looked back and watched her cum. Unable to resist, she ran over, held Ada while rode the phallus-key, her bracelet sensing she'd achieved a climax and opening the elevator lock. Claire held Ada while she caught her breath, helped her stand.
"Thanks," said Ada. "Watching you fight that thing was intense."
Feeling flattered in spite of herself, Claire looked down at her feet and smiled. "This is all still pretty weird," she said, a moment before it got even weirder, with Ada planting a chaste kiss on her cheek. Something about it made Claire squirm like nothing until then had. She stepped back.
"Let's go. I doubt that thing will be licking its wounds for very long," said Ada, her voice and demeanor suddenly cold.
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