Gunfire, people screaming. Was that an explosion? Ashley supposed these were good noises to be hearing, since they meant Ada was still alive and kicking ass.
The woman in red had moved like a sharp wind through the thick night air, not stopping for anything, not even to look back and see if Ashley was keeping up. That was until they reached the farm. Ada told her to hide in one of the barns just as a pitchfork-wielding mob came trudging up the hill, their eyes shining in the light from their flickering torches.
From the barn's hayloft, Ashley listened to the ensuing fight until she felt compelled to sneak out from the hay and take a peek through a crack in the boards. Ada wasn't hard to spot, her red dress like a bit of blood on a black canvass, swirling at the head of the dwindling mob that chased her between buildings. She didn't waste a single bullet, each round finding a head or chest, or a knee. Seeing the people getting shot made her feel sick, seeing them jump to their feet and howl in fury made her sicker.
What was going on around here?
Footsteps, behind her. She spun around to see a man with a hatchet climbing into the loft. He muttered in Spanish before throwing his tool at her head. She ducked, heard it split the air just above the top of her skull. The man cursed and sprinted straight for her. She fell backward just as he was upon her, sticking her feet low into his stomach and kicking out with all her strength. It was enough to send him sailing over her and past the edge of the loft. She heard his bones break against the wooden floor.
The sick feeling was gone, replaced by what felt like a hive of bees in her stomach. She got to her feet, was looking for a way to climb down when she was grabbed from behind. A village woman had sneaked into the loft behind her, locked her in an impossibly tight bear hug. She tried twisting out of it, then threw her head back, smacking the woman in the face with her skull.
Though dazed, Ashley was out of the hold. She staggered to the back of the loft where another villager was on his way up the ladder they'd used to get in. Without thinking how she'd be getting down, Ashley pushed the ladder away from the building. The man screamed, more in anger than fear, as he broke against the ground.
The woman whose nose she'd broken grabbed her by the arm this time, held it like a steel clamp. Ashley screamed to be let go, dropped her center of gravity so she'd be harder to drag, and pulled against her captor. They both flopped to the ground when the top of the woman's head was suddenly blown off.
"That was the last of them," said Ada. Somehow she'd gained the loft from the inside. "Looks like you only managed two."
Ashley moved frantically away from the dead woman. There was some red spatter on her right arm. Blood. The woman had been shot dead, the two men killed when they fell. The humming in her limbs made perfect sense, so did the bees in her stomach. It was the hot tension in her pussy that was baffling. She walked unsteadily towards Ada, pulled by some dark, warm force.
"I've... never killed anybody before," she said, not liking the wobble in her voice.
"Trust me, you did them a favor," said Ada, swapping out the magazine in her machine pistol for a fresh one. "They're all infected with a bioweapon."
"A bioweapon? Like the viruses Umbrella made."
Ada looked her up and down in a way that made her want to strip, be devoured. "Something like that, yes. You're shaking all over."
Ashley took a deep breath and focused on her center. She felt like a steel rod with a lightning bolt trapped inside of it. The pent up energy made her pussy red hot, she could almost hear the molten drops sizzle on the wooden boards between her boots. Her body locked up as Ada's lips met hers, their bodies molded together like liquid magnets.
"What's happening?" Ashley breathed as she found herself lying back on the soft hay, her shirt come up over her head.
"Shh, let me calm you down," said Ada, her hands sliding over Ashley's bare stomach, the tips of her fingers slipping beneath the cups of her bra. "This is how you properly manage stress in extreme situations."
Tingles raced through Ashley's body, spurred by the slow sliding fingers as they moved over her breasts. Two sharp squeezes, one an instant after the other, sent a shivering chill over her shoulders and down her spine. A scream came up in her throat, was squeezed into a long, deep moan.
"Almost got you," cooed Ada, her hands sliding back down Ashley's stomach.
It was true, she'd nearly cum just from being felt up. She'd never been touched like that before, not even in her dreams.
"What-what now?" she said, as Ada pulled the waistband of her skirt down, dipped a finger into her slit, slowly twirled it as if stirring cream. Ashley was seconds from cumming when Ada pulled her finger out and stuck it in her mouth, slowly cleaning it with her tongue and lips. Now she used two fingers, stirring a little faster. Ashley's body was pulled taut, her back arching, fingers and toes curling, head craning backward. Any second now she'd break and cum, but Ada held off her release for ages and ages, pulling impossibly tight.
"So, am I better at this than her?"
"Wh-huh?" Ashley said, snapping her head forward to meet the woman's piercing stare. Did she know about Claire? How? They'd been so careful.
"I can tell you have a girlfriend," said Ada. "Am I better at this than she is?"
"Uh, y-yes," said Ashley. "It's good."
"I'm better?"
"Yes you're better. Please..."
A few quick wrists moments and Ashley was riding a billion nuclear rockets into orbit, biting down on the back of her left hand to keep a full-throated scream from ringing between the mountains. Ada didn't let up, her fingers zeroing in on the center of Ashley's bliss and pushing as far as it could go.
"Feeling better?"
Where was she? Whose voice... Ada. Feeling like a wet leaf in the mud, she looked up into that lovely, midnight face.
"Yeah. Thanks," said Ashley.
"Thank me the way you'd thank her."
Could... could she mean, that? Signs pointed to yes, and Ashley was about to oblige when something beeped. A cell phone. Ada took it from its pouch on her harness and flipped it open. "What is it? Oh, really? Where? Of course. No, it won't be a problem. I'll get moving now."
"Who was that?" Ashley said.
"None of your business. Hurry up and get dressed, we don't have much time."
Ashley did as she was told and didn't ask questions. Something inside her was going wild, she could feel it. It her want to run, to fly, but mostly it made her want to repay Ada for her help and then some. Ada used her grappling hook to pull up the loft ladder. She let Ashley go down first, and this time remembered to look up.