Carlita's eyes fluttered open. She'd dreamed that she was a man, out on a date at a fancy restaurant with that sexy STARS girl, the one with the blue top, until her big, ugly boyfriend showed up; all nine feet of him...

She awoke fully with a jolt. Her clothes were gone, again. This time she was strapped into a gynecologist's chair, her legs held apart by the stirrups. In the dimness of the room's brown lights she saw in front her some piece of machinery resting on a wheeled trolley. It looked like a motor, recently boosted from the building's HVAC system. Attached to it, pointed right at her, was a slick, biometric dildo, ready to go, and go, and go...

"Aye yi, yi," Carlita exclaimed, rolling her eyes. That lunatic, Nikita, was nowhere to be seen, but that meant very little, for she was quite fond of making creepy entrances, and for all Carlita knew was standing right behind her even now.

The flick of a lighter, a pair of lungs pulling a load of smoke. Carlita turned her head. There was her demon, sitting in the shadows off to the right of the door.

"Are you getting bored vith our little game?" said Nikita, letting the smoke crawl its way slowly out from her mouth and nose.

"A little, sí," said Carlita. "There's not much variety, no?"

Nikita shrugged, stood up. She wandered slow into the dim light where Carlita could get a look at her. She was tired, glazed over. Carlita blamed that foul green herb the crazy woman had been smoking since the mission had gone to hell. Hazy as her eyes were, the sadism behind them still shone though.

"Trust me, comrade, if I had the tools and the time I could devise much better forms of entertainment for us, but as it is..." she looked down at the machine she'd rigged up, "we must make do."

"What happened to the two STARS members?" said Carlita.

"Why don't we see for ourselves?" said Nikita, using a remote controller to turn on the television mounted in the corner.

The feed was from a security camera. It showed the two STARS girls lying naked on a bare, concrete floor, each slick with sweat, legs and hips marred by scuffs and abrasions. A gooey, purple fluid leaked from their pussies and oozed between their buttocks. They were breathing, slowly, but clearly unconscious.

"¿Qué les pasó a ellas?" Carlita whispered.

"It looks like the Nemesis had them, over and over again," said Nikita, her hazy eyes taking on a cruel gleam as she took another drag from her herb cigarette. "No doubt they're infected. It is unfortunate. I had a few ideas in mind for the three of you, but this will have to do."

Nemesis. That demon-thing from the clock tower. Umbrella had really gone all-out here, hadn't they?.

"Oh? What will have to do? Did you hook it up to daytime television?" Carlita said.

Nikita chuckled. "Something like that." She changed the channel to show another security camera feed, this one from the lobby of the hospital they were in. Heavy steel shutters were lowered over the doors and windows. There was no sound, but Carlita saw them moving, as if hundreds of slimy, rotting fists pounded on them from the other side. "You'll have to take my word for it, but the device here is connected to those shutters. Once you cum like the whore-pig you are, they'll come up, the zombies will come in, and any hope you had of escaping this place with your life will vanish."

Carlita tried not to look disappointed, but it was clear that Nikita was running out of ideas. True, her first sexy death trap hadn't been anything special, a chair, a biometric dildo, a bomb. Carlita had managed to keep from cumming long enough to wiggle free, but it had been a close thing. The sheer wackiness of the ordeal had left her mind reeling, so much so that she'd been caught, and rather impressed, by the ruso loco several more times. Her jaw was still sore from all the sucking she'd done to keep that pendulum from lowering... and then there had been the scale with the anal beads, having to keep them all in or else... it was all stuff out of a serial killer's wet dreams, sure, but Carlita could see the passion, the effort put into each trap. This one was... meh.

She curled her lips and fixed Nikita with her most fiery of stares as the trolley was pushed closer and the biometric phallus slid into her. It wouldn't do for Nikita to see that she was boring her victim and become inspired, or worse. The machine switched on, the dildo began its endless in-and-out. This was a big one, stretching Carlita to her limit, sending her towards a deadly bliss by means of brute force. She'd cum eventually, she knew, and it wouldn't be too long before the ravenous creatures down below found their way upstairs. No doubt Nikita had cleared a path for them.

"I'll leave you now to your fate," said Nikita, blowing out the last lungful of green herb, stubbing the joint out on the back of the gyno-chair. Carlita's nose wrinkled at the smell of burnt upholstery.

She watched the Russian leave, waited a few seconds before letting out a long sigh. She wanted to cum so badly she was tempted to let it happen just this once. It would take those zombies forever to find her, surely she'd be free by then?

No, it Nikita had put her real effort into making sure Carlita would never leave this chair. The leather and nylon bindings weren't just strong, they were in places where she couldn't get any leverage. She couldn't even shift her weight to topple the chair, all she could do was close her eyes and focus on keeping the ever-tightening coil inside her from snapping and sending a signal to the biometric dildo to raise the shutters in the lobby.

Carlita looked down at her sweaty, naked self, at the dildo penetrating her relentlessly. Her eyes were for her scars, the memories they held. She'd been in tough places before, she'd never given up, but now... she couldn't see a way out of this one. There was no way she could hold off an orgasm for as long as she had before, she was cumming in the next few minutes, of that she was certain. Maybe should just get it over with, let the bliss wash over her again and again until those things down there finally found her.

"No!" she cried. "No, God damn it, I won't give in!"

Some of the spots she'd been in, she'd only survived because she'd refused to die, to call it quits. The situations had been impossible, yes, but sometimes if you held out for long enough, things changed.

She was on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm when she heard a door slam open, someone running through. They were coming her way... Dios mío, not one of the fast ones. No! It was Nikita, running for her life. She'd come into the room, her cruel face more bloodless than usual.

"Rrraaaagh!"

The noise, from an inhuman throat, caused Nikita to let out a little squeal as she ran past Carlita, presumably to grab her assault rifle.

"What's wrong, Nikita, does your friend want to play with you rough?"

"Shut up!" cried the Russian, checking Carlita's gun and chambering a round. The moment she did, the thing came into the room, pushing the door gently open and stooping to clear the doorway. Long, purple tentacles snaked their way from underneath its leather-daddy outfit as it fixed its lone, milky eye on Nikita.

"Stay back! Stay back, you monster!" Nikita shouted. "I'm a handler! A handler, god damn you!"

Carlita chuckled and let slip a low groan as a surge of pleasure threatened to burst the dam she'd been building against her full bliss. Nikita fired on the Nemesis, the bullets tore through its flesh but the creature didn't seem to care as it made a bee-line for her, knocking aside a chair and desk as if they were cardboard toys.

All Carlita could do was listen to what was happening behind her, and imagine it. The visions helped keep her from cumming, for a time, but eventually Nikita began to make certain sounds and it was like the detonator to a bomb. The explosion threw Carlita's body hard against her restraints, tore a scream from her throat so loud and lewd she doubted she'd be able to show her face anywhere after this without blushing. She saw on the television screen the lobby shutters come flying up, the hundreds of zombies come pouring in. She heard their screams and howls through the building, over the noises the two monsters behind her were making.

Whatever they were doing back there, it was rough. Carlita could only imagine... her eyes were now fixed on the television, the zombies were flooding the lobby. They wouldn't have to find their way up here, they'd come bubbling up like rising floodwaters soon enough.

"Rrraaagh!"

"Ah!"

Something wet slapped against the tiled floor, followed by a series of steady sucking noises. They were close by, doing God-knows-what, but all she could think about now was the next wave. It crashed over her, making her cry out again. The monster bellowed along with her, caught in its own rutting bliss as Nikita whimpered and pleaded. Serves her right, she thought, wishing they'd get frisky a little closer and...

One of them bumped the chair, hard, knocking it over. Carlita and the whole lewd contraption went down. The dildo slipped out, the armrest on the left side bent, giving the captive the chance she'd been waiting for. Free, she ran for the door, only to stop and turn back.

The Nemesis had Nikita bent over a table, wrapped in its tentacles, her bare buttocks slamming against its hips. Carlita went for her rifle, snatched it up under the baleful white stare of the monster. She shot the glazed Nikita a dirty look before grabbing a loose magazine and running out.

"You'll never reach them! Not with those monsters everywhere!" Nikita cried.

The STARS women. They must be in the hospital, in the lower levels. Nikita was probably right, but Carlita knew she had to try and save them. She owed them her life. That, and she was still horny.