The monster threw them at the foot of a white marble altar near the far end of the tower, beneath an enormous, fleshy bulb. Some kind of plant, Claire supposed, seeing its vein-like tentacles plastered to the stone. The petals on the bulb flew open. In the middle was a sickening blend of human-ish body parts and organs, some of it recognizable as Salazar. His head and half his upper body had retained their humanity, his frail, papery form now grub-white and well-muscled. He leered at them through beady, blood-red eyes.

"I must confess," he said, licking his chops. "I'd hoped it might take my verdugo a little longer to find you, so that I might have more time to recover. It seems Miss Ashley had more stamina than expected."

"Where is she!? What did you do to her, you freak?" shouted Claire.

Salazar laughed as the mass he was part of began to shift and gurgle. A long tentacle, thick as a tree branch, slid across the floor towards them. "Now that she's been sufficiently prepared, she'll go before Lord Saddler. As for what I did with her, perhaps it better I simply show you."

The tentacle slithered past them, wrapped itself around the verdugo and pulled it into a squelching flap near the floor. The veins in the metals and over the back wall swelled as Salazar let out a deep sigh.

Dozens of smaller tentacles slid out from the disgusting mass, each sporting some insane, phallic head dripping with a clear, oily fluid. Claire's skin wanted to crawl off her body while her pussy had become a sopping sponge. The dissonance made her lightheaded. She didn't notice when someone else came into the room. Only when Salazar cried, "You? What is the meaning of this?" did she raise her head. It was just time to hear the rocket fwoosh, feel the hot wind over her head and see the missile rip through Salazar's body before exploding.

Hot chunks of castellan rained down on their naked bodies; the walls and floor were coated in a fine, red mist. Claire wiped the gunk from her eyes, saw who it was that had saved them.

Birkin.

"You," said Claire.

"You," said Ada, breathlessly as she sprinted towards the doctor. The two embraced, locked lips. Annette's face was completely glazed in some kind of thick, white goop, her clothes were soaked in it. Neither she nor Ada cared what the other was covered in as they sucked each other's lips and face, pawed at each other like fighting animals.

"Um," said Claire, when the two grapplers went reaching for between each other's legs. Their gray and black glares were full of ice and knives.

"Claire, you remember Annette, from Raccoon City?"

"You... her..."

"You didn't tell her?" said Annette, looking more astounded than hurt.

"We started out as business partners," said Ada, wiping a sticky strand of hair from Annette's pale face. "You know how I like to do business. One thing led to another and here we are."

The two kissed. Claire thought she might throw up when she realized what Annette was covered in. It couldn't be anything else. "Ashley... I have to get Ashley. Where did you get that weapon? Are there more?"

"I know where your things are," said Annette, looking into Ada's eyes. "I also know where there's a shower."

Ada pouted, wiped a dangling piece of white ooze from Annette's chin. "We should hurry. Salazar had his way with the girl."

"I gave her a little something for that," said Annette, taking Annette's finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. "I'll give the same to her, though it won't calm her urges."

Claire crossed her legs, self-conscious of her juices despite her spinning head. She followed Ada and Annette out of the tower, down long, stone passages into a damp area where a modern group shower had been installed. The tiles and fixtures looked several decades old. Ada turned two of them on while Annette undressed.

"Oh," said the doctor, reaching into her bag. "You should get the treatment as soon as possible."

Claire didn't argue as the syringe stung the side of her neck. She felt the thing inside of her slithering, tried to push it out of her mind while standing under the hot shower jets, watching Ada and Annette have sex in the stall next to her.

Ada was full of tenderness for the other woman, all a show for Claire's benefit, it had to be. She saw it all quite clearly now as Ada kissed each of Annette's breasts in turn; they hadn't seen each other like this for some time, it seemed. Ada wasn't just horny when she'd coerced Ashley, she'd known all along the trouble she'd cause, the power she'd soon have over them both. Claire had been ready for all of that, but this...

She tried to focus on washing the gore from her hair, but the stuff had gotten all over her and had started to dry, making it stick in places she had to rub. Ada was on her knees, Annette's back to the wall.

Part of her was glad for this. Finally, proof beyond any standard that Ada Wong was a bad person and that she'd made the right call those years ago in saying goodbye. She didn't feel good about having hurt Ada, but neither would she be guilty for getting away.

Annette clutched the stone wall behind her tight to keep from falling as she came, the fingers and tongue inside of her going deep as steaming water ran down their bodies in sheets. Claire's hands were between her legs, making extra sure everything was squeaky clean. Extra sure indeed. It had been a little while since she'd showered anyway, no reason to rush.

Oh, now this should be good, Claire thought. Now it was Annette's turn pet the kitty. She remembered vividly her last visit with Dr. Birkin and wanted to see Ada fake her way through this one. Annette sat dutifully on her knees between Ada's legs, she was going to use her tongue. Ada was breathing hard already, as if she were anxious. Claire almost laughed, but there was something in Ada's eyes, something dark and lustful. Her mouth opened wide in a silent gasp as Annette licked her. She leaned her back against the wall and held the top of Annette's head, gritting her teeth and rolling her shoulders as waves of bliss overcame her.

No way, Claire almost mouthed.

They were all sparkling clean before Ada was finally satisfied. She pushed Annette's head back, beckoned Claire over. "Come on, give her a try. I know you want to."

Annette turned her face up into the jets, licking what was left of Ada's nectar from her lips. "It will increase the parasite's absorption of the inhibitor drug I gave you," she said, in what she must have thought was a sexy, come-hither tone.

Claire felt herself dripping even under the shower jets. She turned hers off, stepped under the other one. She let Ada hold her from the back while Annette began to lick. It was like a fuse had been struck, each flick of the tongue making it burn faster, adding fuel to the bomb-rocket coming together deep inside.

"Mmm, see why I like her?" Ada said wetly into her ear. "You'll have to tell me what little miss Ashley's specialty is, unless you want me to find out myself."

Ada's hands slid over Claire's breasts, the hot water ran between her fingers. Annette's tongue was plunging deep inside her, hooking just behind the sweet spot. Her insides had reached a boil, seams were starting to trip, rivets to pop. She was screaming louder than ever, barely able to stand even with help. The water was starting to run tepid by the time her bliss subsided and Ada helped her slide to the floor.

They toweled off in a sleeping area where their gear had been stuffed into a cubby-hole. "Where did they take Ashley?" Claire said.

"To an island. We can reach it by motorboat. We'll be able to remove your parasite there, too," said Annette.

Claire felt the worm inside her move. She wondered how she'd feel about all this when it was gone. Best to keep her focus on reaching Ashley, no more messing around.