Jill's mind was still lost in a green fog, but she was certain that none of the hallways and rooms they went through looked familiar. Her hope was that they would stumble across some secret way out, or find one of the other Alpha Team members, but part of her screamed that all they'd find was their death. She remembered vividly the strange footprints in the bloody pool, could see in her minds eye the dead body she'd left there leaping to its feet and go scuttling across the walls like a spider. It, or something like it, would find them eventually, and she didn't plan to meet her death while cowering in a closet with her hands down her pants.
They found themselves on a balcony overlooking the first floor dining room. Rebecca leaned over the edge to shine her flashlight across the long table below. Jill's eyes lingered over the medic's narrow back as it flowed down into the curve of her hips. She couldn't believe what they'd done together, it was so far outside what Jill imagined herself to be. Rebecca was cute enough, she supposed, in a tomboyish way. Maybe that was it? Or maybe it was just the herb.
"What?" said Rebecca, turning around.
"Nothing," Jill said, realizing she'd been staring. She didn't feel too badly about it, Lord knew Rebecca liked to ogle her when they were alone in the STARS office. Jill had never thought much of it until now. "Come on, let's go through there."
There was a door on the east side of the room. Jill opened it, expecting to be rushed by some leper on PCP, or whatever these people were, but the long, narrow hall it led into was empty. Well, almost empty. There was a dead woman in a white lab coat lying face-down on the hardwood. Jill approached, ready to put two precious rounds in the back of the woman's head if she so much as twitched. When the body didn't move, she knelt over it, trying to figure out what had killed the woman. Lying against the wall was a cheap notebook that had fallen out of the woman's hand. Jill picked it up and flipped through, her fogged mind deeply suspicious of the sense she was making out of the scrawling notes and diagrams.
She couldn't believe what she was reading, it was too stupid. She was about to hand the notes to Rebecca for a second opinion when she heard the medic shriek and slam the door to the hallway closed.
"Run!" Rebecca cried.
Jill didn't wait for an explanation. She leaped over the dead body and bolted for the far end of the hall where yet another door awaited. It was locked. She knew from recent experience that the mansion's doors were all but impossible to breach without a battering ram, and so she reached for her lock picks, Rebecca jumping around behind her in a panic.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, AH!"
The knob on the door behind them turned. In came a man with no skin, his exposed musculature a bright crimson that glistened along with the animalistic shine in his dead eyes. Jill was vaguely aware that he was dressed in the same clothes as the man she'd shot several hours ago, the one who'd disappeared leaving only a set of clawed footprints in a puddle of blood.
The red thing let out a gargling scream and sprinted towards them. Jill dropped her picks, raised her pistol and emptied it as the thing cleared the dead woman on the floor. It ignored the bullets hitting its upper chest and face, only falling forward as the final round passed between its eyes. While it twitched on the floor, Jill went back to picking the lock. She got the door open, went through. Rebecca slammed it shut and locked it.
They found themselves in a dark bedroom decorated with old oil paintings and antique furniture. The only other way out was a heavy, red door in the corner, beside an alcove where what looked like an ivory telephone rested on a gilded cradle... just as the dead woman's notes had described.
Jill checked her pistol while Rebecca caught her breath. "Empty," she said.
"W-what was that thing? It wasn't like the others," said Rebecca, who now held the notebook.
"I think it was one of the others, at least at one point," Jill said, her mind still fogged. She went to the red door, found it to be locked, just as the notebook said it would be. There was nothing to use her picks on and the door looked even more solidly built than the others. "You should read through those notes."
Jill tried not to look at her as she flipped through the pages but after a minute or so it was clear that she also thought they were crazy.
"This can't be for real," said Rebecca.
Jill's sentiment exactly, but given all she'd seen of the mansion that night, she suspected it was indeed for real. She picked up the strange, telephone-like device from its cradle, saw it was attached on one end to a long, thin cord that left plenty of room to reach the nearby bed; just like an old phone, but there was no receiver or mouthpiece. There was, however, a small switch near the base, which when pushed made the entire thing vibrate.
"Well... who's going to do it?"
They looked at each other for a long time, each wondering if they should volunteer or decide some other way. Paper-rock-scissors? A coin toss?
"I think I can," said Rebecca in a small voice. "Do you, uh..."
"I'll turn around," said Jill. "No way am I hanging out in that hallway."
"Yeah, okay," said Rebecca, her cheeks and neck turning red. "Hopefully it really works."
With all the fancy furniture, there wasn't much more space in the bedroom than there had been in the medical supply closet. Jill stood as far from the bed as she could without feeling like a kid sent to the corner for time-out, but she still felt like she was sitting beside Rebecca as the medic wiggled out of her pants. Was she licking the dildo to lubricate it, or taking the whole thing into her mouth? It was hard to believe the toy was actually a sophisticated sensor, able to detect all sorts of things about whoever was playing with it. They would know soon enough, she supposed, as a switch was flipped and the bedroom filled with a deep hum.
Jill closed her eyes, wondering how long it had been since they'd left the supply closet. The herb high she'd been riding should have been on its way down by now, she should be craving ranch flavored chips, not Rebecca's...
How long had it been?
She cleared her throat, heard the medic mutter some apology for taking so long. The room was still humming, had been for a while. She coughed again.
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
"I could help?" said Jill. "I've got one like that at home."
"Uh, okay," said Rebecca.
Jill turned around as the medic kicked off her shoes and slid out of her pants. Jill knelt between her legs, helped her out of her panties. "Just lie back and relax. It'll be quick."
Rebecca's lady was a small affair with a light coat of soft fuzz darkening near the center where her pink stuck out. Jill examined the vibrating white head of the dildo and thought it looked a little dry, so she stuck it in her mouth. A bold move that made Rebecca's eyes widen. Jill coated the rubbery head in her saliva before reintroducing it to the medic's pussy, teasing apart her labia, letting the humming tip send shivers through her body.
"Lie back, take deep breaths," said Jill, slowly pushing the vibrating phallus deeper, letting Rebecca accept it at her own pace. She waited for the medic's breathing to even out, then began working the dildo back and forth. It moved easily, slick as it was, in spite of how tight Rebecca's pussy held it. A soft moan slipped out, Jill's queue to put a little twist into her back-and-forth.
As Rebecca's back arched and her neck angled back, Jill licked her lips. She was salivating, her tongue yearning to taste the girl. She moved the dildo faster, pushed it deeper, made the twist at the end a little sharper.
"Ah, ah, I'm... ughn..."
Rebecca clutched the bed sheets as she writhed in bliss, her head snapping back while some rather unprofessional noises were wrung from her throat. Jill didn't let up, even as she heard the lock tumblers inside the red door click. She kept the pleasure on, until the medic's glistening body went limp. Quickly, without thinking or letting the girl see, Jill stuck the wet dildo into her mouth and savored the humming taste of the girl's orgasm.
Jill turned the dildo off and set it back on its cradle while Rebecca struggled to recover. Flipping through the notebook left on the floor she tried to glean some sense of what might lie beyond the red door, but the scribblings and diagrams had become far more technical. She thought they might have something to do with a greenhouse, or plants at least, but couldn't be sure.
Behind her, Rebecca had gotten her pants and shoes back on. She was still breathing hard, her skin flushed with sex. Her green-gray eyes wouldn't meet Jill's. "Did it work?" she said.
Jill tried the black doorknob, it turned easily, but she left the door closed. "It did," she said. "Ready?"
Rebecca sat on the bed, looking at the floor. She was still warm. "Yeah," she said, finally, perking up. "There's a greenhouse or a plant lab up ahead, I think, according the notes. Maybe there's more... you know."
Jill smiled, though she'd prefer a stocked armory over herb right now. "Alright. Follow me. If we run into trouble, we run. Got it?"
This time when the black door handle turned, it was pushed, opening the red door into yet another narrow, dark hallway leading them deeper into the old house.