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Women in Red 2	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 4707 -:- 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
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 7
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- 9
"How are you not freezing?" said Claire as she and Ada made their way through a lab plastered white with spider silk, their breath visible as cones of clear vapor.
Ada turned about, her hips shifting in course with her smile. "I am freezing. I just know how to enjoy things."
She'd been feeling up the spider silk, trailing her fingers over the tops of chairs and edges of desks, presumably to see if the stuff was sticky or not.
"You enjoy being this cold?"
"I do. I also like it hot," said Ada, sliding her hands over Claire's chilly forearms. "I like it warm, wet, dry, clean, dirty, I like it all."
Their lips met. Ada's tongue was slow, almost lethargic in Claire's mouth. She gently pushed Claire against a web-covered desk, slid her hands sliding up her bare arms, over her frozen shoulders to squeeze the back of her neck.
"Are we safe here?" Claire asked, as her fingers dug into the webbing. It wasn't sticky at all, but it was frighteningly strong.
"No," said Ada, unzipping Claire's vest. "From the looks of this place, I'd say there's a giant spider or two scuttling around."
She slid Claire's vest off her shoulders, pulled it away. Up went Claire's shirt. Ada stopped before it could go over her head, held Claire in a tangle while she nibbled at her breasts. Claire gasped at the sudden, wet heat of Ada's mouth. Finally, she pulled the shirt all the way off. Her lips started high on Claire's neck, moved slowly down her chest, her stomach, naval... Ada's hands were sneaky, already in her pants.
Outrageous, dangerous, irresponsible, all these words flashed like neon signs before Claire's eyes, exploding when Ada's tongue found her sweetness. She forgot all about mutants and giant spiders as she ran her fingers through Ada's hair, her bliss now barreling towards her.
Her body was left humming when Ada abruptly stopped her deep licking. She'd heard something. Claire held her breath and listened, too. It sounded like wooden poles tapping against the tiled floor. Ada realized what it was first and bolted for the door. Claire was quick to snatch up her shirt and run after her, but it was too late, the spider they had heard wasn't the only one in the room.
There were two, each the size of a Doberman, their bodies a sickly yellow color with purple splotches. They had Ada and Claire blocked off from the nearest exit. The two sprinted for the one on the far end but the spiders were fast and could jump. Claire was hit between the shoulder blades and knocked over. She screamed for Ada just as a searing pain entered the back of her neck. The last thing she saw before the venom turned down her lights was Ada trying to throw a giant spider off her back, only to have it sink its fangs into her shoulder.
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When Claire awoke, she felt like she'd been run over by a fuel tanker truck, backed over several times and set on fire. The air was crisp and dry, she couldn't see her breath in it, but being naked made her feel like she might as well be inside a refrigerator. She'd been stuck to the wall with webbing, her legs parted, her arms glued to her sides. Ada had suffered similar treatment, her hands stuck above her head by the webs, her body stripped, her legs stuck wide open.
It took her venom-fogged brain a minute to parse out what was really happening. The desiccated corpses of three women in the corner told the story. They too had been stripped of their clothes and glued into a compromising position. In front of them on the floor, not far from their legs, were clusters of eggs, each the size of a coconut. All of them had hatched. From the state of the corpses' genitals, it was easy to see where the eggs had come from. Less easy to envision was how they'd got there, but Claire knew she wouldn't have to imagine it for much longer.
"You awake?" said Ada, her face hidden in shadow.
"Yeah... kinda wishing I wasn't, though."
"It looks like the others survived until the hatching, so we've got until however long that process takes to figure something out. I don't think they've done the deed just yet," said Ada.
Claire licked her lips. Her mouth was dry. "Don't tell me you're looking forward to it?"
Ada laughed. "It's not an experience I'd sign up for, but if it's going to happen... maybe one of them will like it rough and damage the webbing."
There was nothing in the world quite like the eternal optimism of a pervert, Claire realized. She felt bad about thinking of Ada as a pervert, that was until the spiders appeared. They crawled in through the broken door, one coming across the floor, the other clinging to the web-covered ceiling. Each had a thick, curved tube hanging from the end of their bulbous abdomens.
"No. No, I am not ready for this," she said, trying to remember the word for a bug's dick. She knew they didn't have them, per se, that the spiders were sporting tubes for laying their eggs, but it didn't matter.
"You might want to relax. It looks like they lay a lot of eggs," said Ada.
Claire fought against her silken bonds as the spider on the floor came for her. It touched her bare knees with its long forelegs, getting to know her dimensions. She thought her skin might slide off her body and crawl away as the arachnid lifted itself into position, its slick ovipositor — She remembered the word suddenly — was brought against the outside of her slit. Stiff, thick, the spider felt around with it, searching for the right place to thrust.
From the hallway outside the room came a rich cacophony of crashing noises, as if something had made the walls to buckle and the doors and vents to all blow out at once. More spiders, Claire thought, come to fertilize the eggs about to be laid.
The spider hanging off her shoulders clicked its chelicera together and fell away, as did the one mounting Ada. Claire saw its ovipositor slip from between Ada's legs, leaving her looking mildly disappointed as it scuttled towards the door with its forelegs raised in alarm.
There wasn't time to be grossed out by Ada's sensibilities, for what had agitated the spiders had slithered into the room: enormous worm-like tentacles. The spiders raised their long, sharp legs even higher before spitting their venom. It burned the tentacles' flesh like acid, but the blind appendages didn't care, their tips opening wide to capture the spiders and swallow them whole.
"What the heck are those things!" Claire shouted, trying desperately to free herself from the webbing.
"Looks like Alexia is awake," said Ada, as the worm-tentacles wound their way across the room to the women. Ada was swallowed first. The thing's mouth was thrown over her like a cloth sack, its edges tightening up to pull her away from the wall, webbing and all. She didn't make a sound as she was pulled down the long, fleshy tube. Claire, meanwhile, saw no reason not to scream from the top of her lungs as a worm-mouth rose up in front of her to swallow.
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Claire's next breath of somewhat fresh air came as her head was pushed through a muscular sphincter into a tight room padded wall to wall with thick, red, mucous membrane. Her passage through the impossibly long, fleshy tube had stripped away the webbing, the rest of her clothes, and left her coated in a thick, clear slime. She landed on the meaty floor not far from Ada, who'd landed far more gracefully.
"I've got to admit, I thought we were going to be digested," said Ada, looking up at the bio-luminescent pustules allowing them to see each other.
Claire wiped the slime from her eyes, wondering how many freaking times she was going to be eaten before this was all over. "I'll never be that lucky," she said. "What the heck is this place all about?"
Ada had no idea and said as much as she went about the room trying to make sense of it. The sphincters they'd been pushed through were clenched so tight they might as well have been solid concrete, not that Claire had any desire to go back through them. The only other thing in the room that resembled an exit was a fleshy structure that looked more like a set of labia, just as tight as the wall sphincters.
Both were looking at the door thinking unholy things when they heard something big coming. The vaginal door suddenly relaxed and parted like a curtain to admit the last thing Claire ever expected to see; a giant, hunch-backed lizard man with Steve's face.
"Steve!" Claire shrieked. "Oh my gosh, it's Steve!"
"Great," Ada muttered as the Steve-mutant went for them.
The lad's new body was more dexterous than it looked. Their attempts to dart around him failed swiftly and they were each snatched up about their waists by his enormous, reptilian hands.
"Steve! Steve!" Claire shouted over and over again as he carried them through the facility, past more flesh-doors and meat-covered hallways. The entire arctic base had been overgrown by some kind of organism, the hallways and rooms used as an internal skeleton with the base's exterior walls serving as a carapace.
Not everything had been taken over. Part of this base had also been built to look like a mansion, though this one was far more sparsely decorated than anything they'd seen on Rockfort Island. Steve brought them into a foyer, tossed them to the floor at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Claire's first instinct was to run, but something had caused Ada to freeze in place with her eyes on the floor.
At the top of the stairs stood Alexia Ashford in all her living glory. She was dressed in a gown of dark lavender cut in a timeless style that brought out all of her sharpest features, from her tall, athletic figure, to the regal beauty of her face. She descended the stairs slowly, her horrible eyes studying them as if they were bugs she mean to step on.
"What have you done to Steve?" said Claire, wiping goo from her forehead. She didn't want any running into her eyes.
"Claire, don't," said Ada, under her breath.
Alexia strode up to Claire, ignoring her balled fists and pursed lips. "You will address me as Lady Ashford," she said.
Claire Redfield had a mean, if rarely used, sucker-punch. It had never failed to land, until now. The creature calling itself Lady Ashford saw the punch in motion before it was even thrown, raised her hand to intercept it, catching Claire's balled fist easily in her palm. She closed her fingers around Claire's knuckles, brought her to her knees squealing in pain. Try as she might, Claire couldn't pry her hand free. Just as she thought her hand was about to be broken, she was released only to be snatched again by the throat and hoisted into the air.
"I was hoping one of you would be somewhat foolhardy," said Alexia, as she casually strangled Claire. "I'll give you both a choice. You can be my pets and amuse me while I await the fruit from my labors, or you can become test subjects like your comrade here. What shall it be?"
She looked sharply over to Ada.
"We choose amusing pets," said Ada. "Both of us."
Alexia dropped Claire and went to inspect Ada more closely. On the ground, holding her throat and coughing, Claire could see where this was all going and didn't like it one bit.
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