Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Women in Red	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 10636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to Resident Evil or any of its characters. I make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
"Stop, I can see you on the monitor," said Annette over their transmitters.
They were in a low, narrow hallway approaching two heavy steel shutters. Claire looked around for the camera, saw it in the corner staring like the black eye of an insect, wondered what silly masturbation game they'd have to play this time, and if she could somehow skip it.
"What's next?" said Ada, also sounding like she'd rather just get this all over with. She hadn't looked at Claire since the elevator.
"The door in front of will open with a simple number key. Two-eight-nine-six. On the other side is a containment area, structured like a maze. Inside are half a dozen specially mutated lickers. You'll notice they're all wearing headgear. They won't attack, so long as you're being sexually stimulated."
"Great," said Claire. "So we'll just finger ourselves while we waddle through a maze. This Dr. Chin guy can..."
"Don't underestimate it," said Annette. "From Chin's notes and the data he managed to collect, you'll need to be genuinely on your way towards an orgasm anytime one of those things gets near you. But, if you do climax..."
"We cum, we die," said Ada, sounding wistful. "I think I can manage. Can you guide us through? Is there a lock on the other side?"
"Yes," said Annette. "I'd prime yourselves now."
Claire watched Ada hike up her dress, slip her fingers into her tights and begin massaging her pussy. Rolling her shoulders, remembering that everything was insane, Claire unbuttoned her jean shorts, found her poor clitoris damp in spite of everything.
"Ready?" said Ada.
"Just go," said Claire.
Ada typed in the code, the doors opened into a brightly lit passageway with white walls. Following Annette's directions, they went left.
The maze was bigger than Claire had expected, with some corridors much wider than others. The walls didn't quite reach the ceiling and it was atop one she spied the first licker. Big, better muscled than the one she'd seen in the police station, it let its long tongue pour from its mouth. Thick, wet, it ended in a bulbous nub rather than a sharp claw or tooth. Around its head, embedded in its gray-matter, was a steel band. It leaped to the ground in front of them.
"I'd start masturbating now, if I were you," said Annette.
Ada wasted no time kneeling, touching herself. Claire, praying this wouldn't be how she died, did the same, hoping the stimulation was enough to trip the licker's sensor. It seemed to be working as advertised. The licker, rather than rip Ada apart with its claws and teeth, slowly crept across the floor, touching her leg with its tongue.
"The licker isn't ignoring her," said Claire, feeling the first tremors of an orgasm. She felt pretty secure she wouldn't cum regardless of how well she serviced herself, given the consequences.
"They won't ignore you, they just won't kill you," said Annette. "Remember, don't cum."
Ada cleared her throat, looking worried as the licker wrapped its tongue around her leg, tasting her through the thin black fabric. "Go on without me," said Ada. "Watching you is... distracting."
"Give her the dildo-key, she'll need it," said Annette.
Ada tossed the sullied object over the licker's back. Claire caught it and crawled away on her hands and knees, careful to keep herself feeling good as she went. Before turning a corner she looked back, saw Ada lying down, the licker between her legs, breathing hard. God, what is wrong with me, Claire thought, pulling herself away. Annette guided her easily through the maze, to the door on the other side.
"You can guess how this works," said Annette. "Put the dildo-key in its slot and make it cum, whatever way is easiest."
Shaking her head, utterly disappointed in humanity, Claire fitted the dildo in the slot near the foot of the door. She didn't know which end had been inside her earlier, and didn't care as she took it into her mouth. With one hand between her legs rubbing her clit, she felt completely ridiculous until the moment she was startled by two huge lickers dropping down behind her, each with their long, cock-like tongues extended.
"You might want to hurry, Claire. Your little spy friend is having a better time than she expected."
Claire heard faint sounds coming from where she'd left Ada and redoubled her efforts, blowing the dildo-key as best she could while keeping herself building towards an orgasm, one that would kill her if the monsters behind her had their way. She felt one of their tongues brush her buttocks, leaving a warm, slimy trail. Thinking about the tongue slipping inside her, of the other one going in the backdoor, it made her pussy ache.
God, what the hell is happening to me, she thought.
"You do know she's a spy, right?" said Annette. "Don't worry, she can't hear me."
"Is that important right now?" said Claire, taking the dildo from her mouth long enough to speak. Privately she was glad for Annette's nonsense, it took her mind off how good her fingers felt, how the thick tongue bumping around her anus was more tantalizing than expected.
Remember what they look like, Claire. They're monsters.
"She's a spy. She's also a freakish slut, which is why she's going to die soon. Don't feel bad, she's been using you. You think she didn't know about these perverted little traps? You think she didn't manipulate you this entire time, making you think she's an FBI agent? She wants to steal the G-virus, my life's work. Think about it, has anything she's done made any sense at all, given her story? Once your out of there, leave her to deal with her new boyfriend, then you and I can escape. I'll help you find your brother."
Her brother. The whole reason she'd gotten into this mess to start with. How the hell did Annette know she was looking for him? Thinking about Chris, about what he'd say if he knew about any of this, put a damper on the madness, made her feel the tongue-cock probing her anus for what it was, a vile intruder.
She let the dildo out of her mouth and carefully crawled forward, positioning herself so her back was against the wall. The two brutish lickers stood in font of her, drooling like hungry dogs. Claire felt bile in her throat jut looking at them, but she had an idea. Rubbing her clitoris, she lowered herself over the dildo-key, guiding the tip of it inside her. Glad she never skipped leg-day at the gym, she rode the dildo long enough to make sure it was plenty slick before stepping off it. This was the part of her plan she wasn't sure about, and was glad to see it working when one of the lickers crept forward, began licking her juices off the phallus.
"Looks like you're the lucky one," she said to the other monster, stepping clear of the first. She lie down and spread her legs, putting her pussy on display. The things didn't have eyes, but they seemed to know when something was being offered, and so the licker came to her. Its body was hot, damp, reeked of fresh meat. Part of her wanted the thin, skinless appendage that passed for its cock, but most of her certainly did not. She let it position itself over her, prepared to let it slip into her ass if need be, but if this worked...
She held her pistol to the licker's head, closed her eyes and pulled the trigger as many times as she could, praying the thing wouldn't jam. Spattered in gore with her ears ringing, Claire redoubled the effort between her legs while the monster thrashed around beside her and died.
"What the hell are you doing?" said Annette. "Stop screwing around and get back on that dildo!"
Her pussy must've tasted good, for the other licker was still lapping it off the phallic key. Let it have its fun, Claire thought, backtracking through the maze to where she'd left Ada. The licker from before was on top of her, had pinned her in a mating press and was thrusting with mad gusto of a coupling animal. Thinking she had to be insane or somehow drugged, Claire watched for a few moments, fingering herself to the sight of Ada being fucked. She could cum to this, she knew, and suddenly remembered what would happen if Ada had an orgasm. Claire came up behind the licker, dumped the rest of her magazine into its brain and tossed its twitching body off to the side.
Ada looked up at her with glazed eyes. She'd pulled down her dress, her breasts glistened with sweat. "Thanks. I was almost there."
Claire looked between Ada and the skinned-demon dead on the floor. "Really?"
"I saw you watching us," said Ada, letting Claire help her to her feet. "That's what almost put me over."
Shaking her head, Claire led the way back to the exit, saw the licker she'd left there was no longer interested in lapping pussy juice from the dildo. It leaped at them, they scattered and ran for the door. Claire reached it first, sliding herself into position without complaint. Her ass against the door, she got the dildo inside her and dove between Ada's legs, eating her pussy with wild abandon, knowing it was their only hope of discouraging the licker.
It worked. The monster rested on its haunches, the thing on its head perverting its behavior doing its job.
"Sl-slow d-down," stammered Ada, putting her hands on the top of Claire's head.
It was a hard balance to strike, pleasuring the door key with her pussy, having it feel good but not too good. It might've been easy if not for Ada's splendor laid out in front of her. That she'd seen it defiled was no turn-off, though she wished it was.
She felt something hot and sticking gush inside her, heard the door slide open. She stood up, licking her lips while Ada continued to masturbate. "Get the key, in case we still need it," said Claire, wondering what the hell was dripping from her pussy onto the floor. It resembled cum, but something about it was a little off. She kept one hand on her clit as she went over to the dead licker and pulled the band off its head.
The door closed the moment they were out of the maze. Ada immediately leaned against the wall and masturbated. Unable to think, unable to resist, Claire dropped to her knees, finished what she'd started in the room. Ada came loud and hard, pulling Claire's hair as her knees buckled and she sank to the floor.
"I told you she was a slut," said Annette.
Claire ignored her, examined the device she'd torn from the dead licker. It resembled her wrist band, only the spines on the inside were the size of rose thorns instead of barely being noticeable to the eye.
"What do you plan on doing with that?" said Annette.
"I'm curious about that myself," said Ada.
Claire twirled the device around with her fingers before picking up her jean shorts and fixing it to the mostly-ornamental belt. "The only question I have is where do we go next?" she said.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Women in Red