Ada clung to a floating wad of tree branches and roots for the better part of an hour. She had time to think about stupid things, like how a mudslide must be what put all this debris in the lake. The villagers must have taken one too many trees from the hillsides to build their little forts. She bet the lake monster hadn't been to happy about this, either.

Del Lago, the cult called it. How could she have forgotten it was here? She knew the answer to that, she just didn't like it. Maybe it was time to grow up and stop playing games. Maybe it was time to swim, as swiftly and quietly as she could, for the shore. She was beginning to prune in places she preferred to keep smooth.

She slipped into the water, letting the ultra-buoyant material her harness was made from do its thing and keep her afloat while she gently swam between the rootwads making little more noise than any other clump of weeds. There were lights on the shore, fixed ones, not carried torches. She swam towards them, keeping focus on not drawing the lake monster's attention. What she really feared was coming across Claire. She truly didn't know what she would do if that happened, and that was the problem.

Lake weeds tickled her legs, she felt muck under her feet. She waded towards the dark shoreline, only to be seized around the waist and yanked backward. Her scream was one of surprise, not terror, as she'd quickly realized that a pair of strong arms had grabbed her, not suckered tentacles or needle-toothed mandibles.

"Krauser," she said, trying to wiggle out of the woman's bear hug.

"Quit squirming, you'll draw it over," said Krauser, her tone more hopeful than cautionary.

Out a few hundred feet, rising above the silvery water, a long, dark object that undulated from side-to-side as it swam.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be guarding the girl?"

"The girl got out, as I'm sure you're well aware," said Krauser, her hands sliding down over Ada's stomach. They were rough, sure of themselves. Ada's body couldn't help but respond. "Just keep nice and still, now."

"Does Saddler know yet?"

The dark shape had dipped in and out of sight several times. It was hunting, listening, feeling for anything that splashed or squirmed. Krauser reached under dress, grabbed her by the kitty and squeezed. Ada couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten it rough and tried not to revel too much in the feeling.

"That depends on how fast Salazar can hunt her down," said Krauser. "Now, I couldn't help but count three people in that boat before the monster hit it. You're not going into business for yourself, now, are you?"

"You know as well as I do that plans have to be flexible," said Ada, fighting to keep her breathing in check as Krauser's fingers went deep.

"Don't screw with me, Wong. Redfield is a wildcard now."

Ada felt Krauser's hips against her buttocks, something else was in there, something big.

"Did an eel slip into your pants, Krauser, or are you just glad to see me?"

Krauser chuckled. Her fingers found Ada's sweet spot worked it relentlessly. "Just a little bonus gift from Las Plagas," she said. "I'm saving its maiden voyage for Redfield, but once I'm done with her, maybe you can have a go."

"What's you're... problem with... her?" Ada said, struggling to keep from moving while keeping an orgasm in check. The lake monster was drifting closer.

"She's a stuck up little bitch who needs to be taken down a few pegs," said Krauser. "Just like someone else I might know."

Ada held tight to Krauser's forearm, she couldn't keep from shaking at the orgasm ripped through her, drawing a long groan that traveled far over the water. The monster surfaced a hundred yards out, its mouth open wide enough to swallow a car sideways.

"I can probably swim away in time, but you?" said Krauser.

"I'm loyal," said Ada, still cumming. "Claire... she'll distract... Krauser... Krauser, please."

Nothing made her peak quite like the approach of death. It was a deadly pleasure she should be weening herself away from, but it felt so good all she could do was dissolve in Krauser's arms and let her mind run down her back, hoping she'd be pulled from the water in time.

There was a lot of splashing. When she was solid once more, she found herself on the stony beach, sopping wet under the veiled moonlight. Krauser stood over her. "Much as I'd love to stay and play some more, I've got work to do."

She went bounding up the hillside, her plaga making her faster and more sure-footed than any animal. Ada lay on the ground, her pussy throbbing. Part of her wanted to find somewhere nice and dry to take a nap, but she knew she had work to do. Pushing herself up, she took her bearings against the lake and started off for the castle.

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Once Claire had hold of Ashley, she didn't let go, not even when the monster swam right under them to attack the boat's still buzzing motor, not even when the lake weeds brushed her bare legs. Only when they were splayed out across the barren shore did she release Ashley's hand. Looking back over the water, she yelped in terror at what she thought were dozens of creatures bobbing along. No, they were clumps of roots and branches, entire trees in some instances. She gasped again when one moved on its own. It was the size of a bus, at lease.

"Where's Ada?" said Ashley.

"She can take care of herself," said Claire. "Come on, we have to get away from the water. That thing might have legs."

Naked and weaponless Claire wanted nothing more than to wait by the lake for Ada to come, but something in her gut told her it was best to keep moving. Ada would find them, eventually.

"Ahí ellas estan!"

"Dang it!" Claire shouted, hearing dozens of villagers answer the call. She grabbed Ashley by the arm again and they ran. Her feet weren't happy with this decision, neither was the rest of her stressed body, but after a few strides something inside her twisted, releasing a flood of golden warmth through her limbs. The pain faded, her pace picked up, her lungs fired strong and clear.

With the shouts from the villagers growing in volume, they ran up a stony hill where they stopped to catch their wind.

"What's that down there?" said Ashley, pointing to a lonely two-story cabin in the middle of a clear cut. The windows were dark. Over the front door hung a brazier where a blue flame danced slowly in the night breeze.

"I don't know," said Claire.

They went down to the cabin. The door wasn't locked or barred. Claire expected the inside to be pitch black, but instead the simple dining and kitchen area was lit in the same color as the flame out front, though she couldn't spot the source. She threw the bolt on the door, turned and saw that the dining room table might be flipped to block off a window. She was about to have Ashley help her when heavy footsteps fell on the stairs.

"Good evening, ladies," said a gravely voice. It belonged to a man in a long duster coat, his head and face obscured by a leather hood and cloth bandanna. "Don't worry about them out there, they won't come near this place."

His eyes flashed a crazy orange in the weird blue light that seemed to emanate from everything. It was surreal enough to make Claire wonder if she was hallucinating. Some side effect of the parasite Birkin hadn't mentioned?

"Who are you?" said Claire as the villagers gathered outside.

"Just a humble merchant," he said. "I got a lotta good things on sale."

He threw open his coat. Claire and Ashley instinctively averted their eyes, only to widen them in awe at the sight of the man's pieces. In his coat and strapped to his body were all manner of handguns and machine pistols, and bullets to boot. "This is just the showroom. Sales floor is upstairs."

They watched him plod back up the stairs. Through the blue-limed windows they could see scores of villagers outside with pitchforks and torches. They took no more note of the cabin than they did the rocks and trees. They exchanged a bewildered look before heading up the stairs.

There was one room on the second floor. In the middle of it was a round bed. To one side, a video camera and lighting, to the other, racks of long-barreled firearms, everything from combat shotguns to scoped rifles. Were it not for the weapons and boxes of ammunition, Claire would have waltzed right back down the stairs and taken her chances with Frankenstein's mob, but she doubted she'd be able to get much further in nothing but her birthday suit armed with good intentions.

Something inside of her moved, near the base of her spine. Now the sleazy porno bed did look rather comfortable... "What's going on here?" she said.

The merchant went to an old wooden trunk behind the video camera and took from it Claire's clothes and handgun. "Figured you might want these back," he said. "I'll put 'em at level one."

"Level one? What the heck are you talking about? Give those back!"

"Heh, heh. Can't do that. Bought 'em fair and square just recently."

"You bought my clothes!? From who? Birkin?"

Ashley put her hand on Claire's bare shoulder. "What's level one? How do we get her clothes back?"

The merchant, or rather the pervert, took from the trunk a pair of stylish white jeans and white tie-top, which he laid out across the lid. "Maybe that'll sweeten the pot a bit?"

Ashley's boots had squelched loudly with each step she'd taken since being pulled from the lake. She was sold, and began pulling off her wet clothes.

"So, we fool around a little bit in front of your camera and we get out stuff back?" said Claire.

"That's right," said the pervert cheerfully, moving the camera to an angle he liked better. "If you want better merchandise, take it to level two."

Ashley was naked, her wet clothes laid out over the banister. She stood with her hands behind her back, preening for Claire. "I don't know much about guns, but it looks like he's got good stuff."

"Oh, he'll have the good stuff alright. All over the internet! Do you know who this is?"

The pervert chuckled. "I might. Doesn't matter though. The tapes are for a select few clients. Scarcity and exclusivity is what makes 'em valuable. If it makes you feel better, use these."

He pulled from his pocket two black domino masks. They adhered to the skin without glue and, Claire had to admit, seemed to be surprisingly effective. Even so, she took out her ponytail and ran her fingers through her hair. Mostly to straighten it, but also to check for head injuries, as this was beyond nuts.

She and Ashley sat on the bed. Claire had seen videos like this before and did what she remembered from them, starting by stroking Ashley's bare thighs, letting her arms and shoulders be petted in turn. It was hard to ignore the pervert chuckling while he moved his camera, but even harder to ignore the gleam in Ashley's eyes. The thing inside Claire moved, letting her forget the pervert, the camera, the weirdness of everything.

Ashley liked to be kissed more than she liked to do the kissing, but this was something different. She went after Claire's lips, her tongue. One hand held her still, the other caressed her breast and slid down her side.

"Whoa," said Claire, as she was brought down onto the bed.

"I want us to have those guns," Ashley said between nips at her mouth.

Claire wanted them, too, but this wasn't Ashley, this was a parasite. "No. Enough. We've done enough to get the clothes."

She went to roll away, but Ashley pinned her, spread her legs. "Come on."

Claire could see the apology in the girl's shoulders. She felt guilty over Ada. She didn't have any reason to be, unless...

She sat up, pulled Ashley gently down between her legs. The merchant moved to shoot from a better angle. Ashley obliged him by pushing Claire's legs apart and turning her head while she licked. Closing her eyes, imagining she was somewhere sane, she let her bliss slowly build. This wasn't the best job Ashley had ever done, this was for the camera, but it would do.

She counted the seconds, trying to work out the pervert's exchange rate. The thing inside her twitched, her fingers tightened. She couldn't hide her heavy breathing. The pervert left his camera, picked up a pump-action shotgun and a box of shells, setting it all down next to their clothes.

This was helping the parasite grow, she knew, but hopefully the reward would be worth it. She had no way of knowing, of course, which inspired her to try something. She pulled Ashley's head up, led the girl up her body, and locked lips. She cast a sideways glance at the pervert behind his camera. He threw a thumbs up as she licked her own juices off Ashley's face. She must be randier than she'd thought, for she lapped all she could before nudging the girl to spin around.

She licked deep, as if she expected to taste Ada; and even though she knew the secrets of Ashley's pussy fairly well, here again was something different. The girl's hips were rolling, her buttocks clenching, all while her own tongue lapped Claire up from another angle.

The pervert replaced the pump-action with a combat shotgun, adding a few magazines seemingly as a bonus. Before he could walk back behind the camera, Claire came up for air. "Hey. What gets us the grenade launcher?

The pervert looked over to the M87 on the wall. He took it down, went to the truck and retrieved something. He brought it over to the bed and set it down beside them.

It was a double-ended dildo, a thick one, with heads modeled after some type of livestock, Claire didn't care to speculate on which.

"Uh..." they said in unison.

"Oh, sorry," said the pervert, tossing a plastic tube of clear lubricant on the bed.

"Ammo?"

The pervert laughed. "We'll see."

Claire held the dildo while Ashley lubed both ends, their eyes never leaving each other's. Ashley's hands moved up and down the shaft of the thing slowly, covering it in the lubricant. When she switched ends, she licked the tip before lubing the rest of it. They sat apart, the dildo heads between them. Claire took it first, letting Ashley help guide it in. The lube was the good stuff, warm, with plenty of glide. Claire let out a gasp as the stretch turned sweet. She had to grit her teeth while Ashley took her end.

They stayed like that for a while, pushing against each other, penetrating the other as they penetrated themselves. The camera was getting all of it. Claire didn't have long before she came, and knew Ashley didn't either. She cast her eyes towards the ammo rack, shot a look over at the merchant.

"Bring it home in a big way and I'll let ya have all the rounds you can carry," he said.

"Ugh."

Claire's disgust made him chuckle. She fixed her eyes on Ashley. They each turned at the same time so that they were on their hands and knees, rumps facing each other. Slowly, with great care, they pushed back on the dildo, stopping when their buttocks touched. Claire was the lead, Ashley the eager follower as their butts slapped together again and again, the dildo sliding in and out of both pussies, pushing both towards their bliss.

When it hit, Claire almost didn't feel the parasite dancing inside of her such was its intensity. She couldn't hold back her screams, couldn't stop ramming her rear into Ashley's, driving the dildo into her like a piston, giving as good as she got. Ashley's cries were like music to her ears, there was no way in heck Ada could have done better.

And with that silky red thought, it was over. She fell to her side, panting along with Ashley. The merchant was laying out their winnings, M87 and several boxes of grenades included.

They left the cabin in a haze, Claire with the shotgun and Ashley, in her new outfit, carrying the grenade launcher and a tote bag of rounds for it. They're left their masks on the kitchen table as the pervert had bid them farewell and good fortune.

"I, uh, get why you didn't talk about Ada," said Ashley as they followed a path that led through a cleft in the rocky hillside. "She'd be kinda hard to explain."

"She's hard to believe, that's for sure," said Claire. "She'll probably find us eventually. Let's get going. No more messing around."

"Right," said Ashley.

Thunder clapped behind them. The clouds around the moon had thickened and all was pitch black along the path. The castle had to be nearby. Claire felt something swollen inside of her, something throbbing. Her mind felt clear, quick, but she could already feel it fogging up again.