Annette knew her way around the medlab building better than Ada, and so she took the lead after they slipped in through the side entrance using her keycard to open the electronic lock. The brightly lit, tile floored hallways were in sharp contrast to the chipped gray concrete of the exterior, the automatic doors and sterile rooms even more so.
"This way," said Annette, taking them to an elevator where she hit the call button. "Was she jealous?"
"A little, I think," said Ada, bristling at the shadow of Claire's name. "How long will the injection you gave her delay her plaga from maturing?"
A dreadful smile crept across Annette's face. "The booster I gave her will make the parasite grow even faster, into a dominant plaga."
"An independent one?"
Annette shrugged as the elevator came up and he doors opened. "Unless another comes along to dominate it," she said.
"Can it be removed at that stage?"
Annette squinted at her. "Why would we want to remove it? At worst, she'll provide better cover for us while she tries to rescue the president's daughter. If she comes after us, we'll be able to use her like we did earlier."
The scientist had a way of bringing a coppery taste into Ada's mouth, and she was careful to hide the hate that filled her eyes whenever it rose up in the back of her throat. Doing so always sent a shiver down her back. "We might be able to sell the president's daughter back to him for a higher price if she's worm free," said Ada. "May as well cure Claire at the same time."
The elevator slowed to a stop. The doors didn't automatically open on the lower levels. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're feeling sentimental," Annette said, standing firmly between Ada and the elevator control panel.
"But you do know better," said Ada, placing a finger in the middle of Annette's shirt collar, pulling down.
"Just remember who's good for you," said Annette as she reached back and pushed the door-open button.
The medlab was an enormous space filled with storage tanks, hoses, and medical monitoring equipment. At the top of a long ramp, overlooking the room like a throne, was a large cylindrical tank filled with a clear, blue-green fluid. Floating inside was the nude body of Ashley Graham, asleep.
Ada's stomach gave a lurch. "What's she doing here? She's supposed to be in the prison."
"Something's wrong," said Annette, checking the screens on the monitoring computers. "This means..."
Saddler's deep, sinister laughter came from the catwalk around the larger storage tanks. His head and the top of his weird, wiggling staff were all Ada could see of him. The elevator doors had closed behind them, the buttons on the control panel glowed red. Locked. No retreat, no escape. They'd walked into a trap.
"Dr. Birkin, words can not express my disappointment in your performance," he said as his body rose into the air, hoisted over the catwalk and lowered by an enormous tentacle protruding from under his robes. "I'm afraid actions are all that's left to us now."
He opened his mouth wide, then wider as a slitted eye the size of a softball pushed its way through his mouth while his neck lengthened by several feet. Pinkish fluid splashed around his feet as four massive claw appendages ripped their way out of his body, raising him several feet off the ground as they expanded.
Ada opened up on him with her machine pistol, but it was impossible to say where his vital organs were. She aimed for his center, only realizing her mistake when Annette screamed. Her legs had become entangled by thin, ropy tentacles that had snaked across the floor unnoticed. Ada sprinted for an emergency exit but was tripped by a tentacle, thick as her forearm, whipping around her leg.
As she fought to rip the slithering tentacles away, she saw Annette being fully ensnared by them, each working with a mind of its own to strip her of her clothes and bind her limbs. One tongue-colored tendril coiled around her throat, squeezing until she opened her mouth to breath, allowing another one to shoot inside her. The ones between her legs had nothing stopping them, Annette couldn't close her legs for being entangled.
Ada had two tentacles around her wrists, pulling her arms out, the same with her legs. The the tentacles sported suckers, bulbous nubs, that set her nerve endings alight, making her almost excited for what was about to happen, even though at some point, she knew, it would end in a grim fatality.
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Claire stood under a shower head in the prison stalls, enjoying how the scalding water delighted her skin. Deep inside, she felt so warm that the water was almost cold by comparison. It was amazing. She watched the filth Krauser had covered her in, and filled her with, go swirling down the drain. When the water cooled, she turned it off and dripped dry as she went looking for her clothes. The damp chill of the hard-walled prison was a wholly new experience, one she couldn't help but be lifted by.
She found her clothes in a locker room, the only weapon left was a knife. On a whim, she used it to remove the legs from her jeans before sliding what was left of them around her butt. She didn't like her shirt, so she simply wore her bra over her red windbreaker. She felt good, confident. Now, where was Ashley?
Some sixth sense she wasn't completely aware of told her which direction to head in. She was in the courtyard outside when a flickering blue light caught in the corner of her eye. It was in a window of what looked to be a guardhouse. She went over, didn't bother knocking on the door.
Inside was the pervert from the cabin. He was in a booth. Beside him was a set of double doors. He nodded as she came in. "Hey, there, stranger," he said. "You look like you might be up for something."
Her new shorts were a little too short, she had to admit, and the bra and windbreaker combo was... something else. The more she thought about what had possessed her to dress like this, the more she felt like she knew where Ashley was. There was something else, too. It was the reason she'd come over here in the first place.
"What's the biggest gun you've got?" she said.
The pervert chuckled and reached under the booth, coming up with a sleek, black minigun. "Comes with 400 rounds," he said.
"What do I have to do for it?"
The pervert gestured to the door. "Take the challenge." She stepped to the door, only to hear him clear his throat. "You'll need these," he said, laying two dildos out in front of the minigun. "You, ah, also might want to leave your clothes out here."
She didn't have much left on to strip out of, and was soon on her way through the doors, a dildo in each hand, with no idea what she was stepping into.
The room was small, with a low ceiling and velvet lined walls. In the middle was a bed covered in a silky, red sheet. Lying in the middle were the two village women, their white bandages replaced with tight leather masks. Each wore a black leather collar attached to a chain linking them to a central ring. A third collar and chain lie open between them.
Claire did take note of the cameras embedded in the ceiling, but forgot about them as she climbed onto the bed. The sisters took the liberty of strapping her collar around her neck for her. Each also held a dildo, one red, the other white.
"Well?" said Claire, inviting the sisters to get it started.
Their hands slid up and down her back, pulling her closer. She met one pair of voluptuous lips, then another. She still had no idea what their faces were like, maybe that was the point. While one put her tongue in Claire's mouth, the other kissed and sucked her neck. Both busied their hands around her buttocks and thighs, readying her for their toys. She let them have their fun, then, just as their fingers spread her buttocks apart, she spilled into the one on her left.
They all went down on the mattress, the right sister forced to watch while her sibling was kissed and touched. Claire kept their lips locked, slid her hands over the woman's ample breasts. The dildos she'd brought were on either side of her, read to grab when the time came. For now, Claire used her leg, a technique Ada liked to use on her when she wanted it done quick and clean.
The sisters were no slouches; the one under Claire gripped her buttocks, held them apart while the other found homes for the dildos. Claire let the overwhelming surge of bliss blast through her body and flow into the pinned sister, making the woman howl as she finally came.
The satisfied sister unhooked her collar from the center ring. Claire let herself be rolled onto her back, her mound pressed by the other sister's leg. She kept her attention on the breasts dangling over her, squeezing, sucking, feeling their weight on her face. Slowly, her hands slid down the woman's stomach, found her slit. She let instinct guide her, her body listening to the one pressed against it.
Claire rolled the last sister over as she was cumming, her fingers never letting up until the last shiver went through her body. Claire unfastened the collar around her neck, tossed it aside then took the dildo out of her butt. She took the sister's chains, threaded them though the loops on their collars so their hooded faces were inches apart. When their tongues had entwined, Claire saw that each dildo found a nice, wet hole. Standing back to admire her handiwork, she considered pleasuring herself, or having the two sisters lick her in tandem, but she had another pair of bimbos in mind for her bliss when it came, and it was time to go pay them a visit.