Jill awoke in pain.

Pushing herself to her feet, she looked to Rebecca lying on the floor, still out. Her hand went between her legs. Nothing but purple ooze. God, she needed a shower. They both did. She saw Rebecca's organ had dissolved as well. Whatever Carlita had injected them with, it had cured them. She dimly remembered the creature having its way with them, filling them both with its... seed? Whatever the stuff was, it had flowed like water from its tentacles, from its cock. Slimy and putrid at first, the stuff had become like warm, honeyed milk the more they were filled with it.

She coughed. She could still taste the stuff in her throat. Wobbling around the lab, she looked for... she had no idea. She came back to Rebecca as the medic stirred, helped her to her feet.

"It's alright, we're cured. The thing took off after Carlita," said Jill.

"Carlita... we have to help her," said Rebecca.

Jill stroked the girl's short, brown hair, straightened her red bandanna, the only article of clothing she still had. "Yeah, you're right," she said. "But how?"

Rebecca waddled stiffly over to a computer terminal. "If she was able to make a cure for us by herself, then that means Umbrella must have expected... here. I'll release the locks."

Not knowing what the girl was talking about, Jill was startled when a panel on the far wall hissed and opened. A hydraulic arm hissed as it extended outward, presenting what Jill could only see as some kind of futuristic laser gun. Long as an assault rifle, triangular in shape, she saw where her arm slid into the base and lifted it from its mount. At first she thought it was tethered to the wall by a heavy, plastic covered cord, but that was merely its connection to its power source, a battery the size of a backpack, fitted with shoulder straps so it could be carried as such.

"I got this," said Rebecca, sliding her arms into the back straps and lifting the thing off its mount.

It was an awkward carry, but they managed, following the trail of destruction left by the monster out of the lab and towards a flight of winding stairs. How they managed to avoid cutting their feet on the broken bits of metal and glass littering the ground neither would ever guess, but they soon found themselves back the hospital proper. Fortunately, the zombies who'd flooded the place had congregated elsewhere and they were able to reach the roof, where, judging by the demolished doors and vaguely man-shaped holes left in the door frames, the monster had pursued Carlita.

Jill was happy to see half a dozen generator-powered floodlights set up on the roof around what looked like a working helicopter. She was less happy to see the monster had caught up with Carlita and ensnared her in its tentacles. It was toying with her, pulling her limbs apart, caressing her breasts and pussy with its long, slimy members.

"Sueltame bastardo!" she cried. "Eres asqueroso!"

A tentacle had slid between her legs, lapping her like a tongue as she was lifted up by the others The tentacle had made her ready for the monster's member. It held the thing steady while bringing the head to her womanhood, teasing her as it lined up to penetrate.

Jill silently prayed the laser gun was as idiot-proof as the virus cure had been, pointed it at the monster and said aloud, "You want STARS!? I'll give you STARS!"

She pulled the bar she hoped was the weapon's trigger and heard Rebecca let out a squeak as an enormous amount of energy was transferred from battery to gun. There was a bright flash. Jill closed her eyes, seeing spots. Her right arm grew warm, then hot. She held onto the gun until the heat forced her to toss it aside. It came unplugged and fell dead to the roof top. Jill blinked. Rebecca's hair was standing on end, she looked partly blinded.

There was the bottom half of the monster, its member still erect as it fell backward. Its tentacles, severed from the body, had gone limp, leaving Carlita to fall flat and hard.

"That hurt," said Carlita, rising to her hands and knees as Jill came rushing over.

"Anything broken?" said Jill. "Or, you know, ruptured?"

"I've had worse dates," said Carlita. "This one time, in..."

"Let's focus in getting out of here," said Jill, as Rebecca came stumbling over. "Rebecca?"

"I'm fine," said the medic. "Can anyone fly that thing?"

"I can," said Carlita. "Well, I can get us airborne, at least."

The door to the roof broke open. One zombie after another came filing through, ending any second thoughts about letting Carlita fly them away in the chopper.

In the air, Jill looked out the window over Raccoon City. The sun was about to peek over the Arklays and pour its light on a dead city, full of rot and evil. Rebecca sat across from her, in nothing but her red bandanna. Her head clear, her purpose known, she decided that she liked what she saw.

XXX

Jill advanced down the hallway, her pistol ready with a magazine full of BOW-killer rounds. The hallway went around the building, angling upward. There were no side doors or other passages, so their target could only be up ahead. The hall led into a broad drawing room. She kept her attention to the left, she needn't look back to know Rebecca had their right flank.

The place was lavishly furnished but all the women saw were potential hiding places for their target. Expecting a short-range gunfight they were completely surprised by the floor suddenly tilting forward, dumping them, and all the room's big, expensive furniture, a full two stories below.

Somehow they landed amidst the debris without breaking any bones, but they were slow to rise, and thus slow to respond to the score of nude zombies stumbling towards them from out of the shadows. They advanced with outstretched hands and rigid members; the virus had taken their inborn instincts for fighting, fucking, and eating and bound them all up, turned them to the absolute extreme.

The police had trained Jill to aim for center-mass, but the BSAA had re-taught her to always aim for the head – Assuming there was a head to aim for. She put each BOW-killer round she fired between a zombie's eyes, ending them.

Rebecca's shotgun went off. The powerful slug took the head clean off the zombie nearest to her, and blasted apart the one directly behind. She let Jill do most of the shooting, her weapon being for blowing off door locks and larger BOWs.

The zombies had to have come in from somewhere. Jill changed magazines while Rebecca blasted one of the remaining zombies. The rest could be knee-capped and walked around. On the far end of the room they found an exit. It led them back up to the other side of the dumping room, now empty. Which way had their target gone?

"Should we split up?" said Rebecca.

"No, but I don't think we have much of a choice," said Jill.

Jill went ahead, Rebecca back the way they'd come. She listened intently for the sound of the shotgun while keeping her eyes forward.

She was in a narrow room with a high ceiling when she heard something above her release. It was a long panel running the length of the room. Something wet and heavy landed on her, started crawling. Leeches. She'd been covered in hundreds of enormous leeches, their sucking mouths latching onto her through her clothes. She tried to shake them off, stumbled, fell. She was covered in them. Their bites produced some numbing effect, making her limbs heavy as wet cement. She couldn't crawl, couldn't even squeeze the trigger on her pistol.

A door opened. As her field of vision narrowed into nothingness, she heard the clap of high-heeled shoes, followed by the wet creak of a chemical sprayer. The leeches might have been screaming, that or the high-pitched wines might just be air leaving their swelling bodies.

XXX

It was the mansion all over again. Rebecca couldn't believe it. Here she was, hiding in a medical supply closet, a roll of green herb in hand. Only now she had a shotgun. Granted, only one slug, but it was better than nothing. She lit the joint, took a long draw, and exhaled. How many years had it been since then? Maybe the smoke would bring Jill in, like it had last time.

The doorknob turned. Rebecca's jaw dropped. It couldn't have worked. This wasn't real.

The woman who stepped through the door wasn't Jill. It was the target, Excella Gionne, dressed in a revealing red evening gown. Her long, black hair was done in a high bun. Her heels clacked across the floor as she came closer, her beautiful dark eyes locked on Rebecca. She wrinkled her nose. "What are you doing?"

Rebecca looked down at the smoldering joint, at her shotgun. What was she doing? Trying to arrest a suspected bioterrorist? Breaking into a woman's house to kidnap her and shoot her pets? She wasn't sure anymore. "You're Excella Gionne. You're under arrest."

Excella cocked her head to the side, raised an eyebrow. The magazines and surveillance photos hadn't done her any justice. Rebecca felt pulled towards her, even knowing she was a monster. "Give me that," she said, holding her hand out for the joint. Rebecca passed it to her, watched her take a deep draw. Excella held the smoke for half a minute, thoroughly eye-fucking her before blowing the plume into her face. "Nice blend. You must be Rebecca Chambers, no?"

"Yes," she said. "You're still under arrest."

"No, I'm afraid not," said Excella. "Here, come with me. Stay close."

Excella led her out into the hall. All around them were the twisted creatures that had been hunting Rebecca through the maze-like manor. They lunged at her and Excella, stopping short as if held back by some invisible force.

She was led to the far end of the building, to a drawing room filled with medical equipment. There, strapped naked to an upright hospital bed, was an unconscious woman, her body covered in tiny, red pinpricks.

"Jill!" cried Rebecca. She was about to raise her gun to threaten Excella, but the monsters outside howled and screamed. "What did you do to her!?"

Excella sneered. "Worry more about what I'm going to do to her, and to you if you don't cooperate."

She tapped the side of Jill's face, rousing her. Her eyes rolled around the room, her expression a mix of despair and loathing. "What..."

"Keep quiet," said Excella, sticking two fingers into Jill's mouth. She looked back at Rebecca as she slid them between her captive's legs. "I need to have a talk with Dr. Chambers."

Rebecca tried not to betray the sudden rush of pride she felt in her chest at being called Dr. Chambers, she knew the witch only had evil intentions.

"What do you want with us?" said Rebecca.

"Your help. I'm currently working on several important projects and require an assistant."

Still half out of it, Jill moaned as Excella's fingers moved back and forth over her clit. Rebecca felt the back of her neck get hot, she heard the wails and snarls of the creatures outside, under the witch's control.

"You've got to be joking," said Rebecca. "I'll never help you. I'm here to arrest you."

"So you keep saying," said Excella. "Talk about a joke, you're not arresting anyone." She did something with her fingers, eliciting a sudden full-throated cry from Jill. "Allow me to spell it all out for you. You can work under me as my assistant and I can subject Ms. Valentine here to my more pleasant series of experiments, or you can defy me and you can both end up as Guinea pigs for the kinds of projects even I don't like to think much about. The choice is yours. Make it now."

Rebecca's fingers tightened around the shotgun. The monsters shrieks and calls sounded in her ears. Her head dipped, her shoulders slackened, the gun slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor. Excella beckoned her over. "Finish her."

The witch had left Jill dripping wet, Rebecca didn't need to lick her fingers before sliding them in. Excella's hand slid over hers, together they made Jill cum. The orgasm rippled through her, she moaned half out of consciousness.

"That's good," said Excella. "Now, come with me. We have a lot of work to do."

Rebecca said nothing, didn't even nod as she turned away from Jill to follow Excella. The hideous mutants that had been pawing around the door all made way for them. What held them at bay, Rebecca still couldn't guess, though she had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before she knew all too much about Excella Gionne and her sick experiments.

End.