Chapter 2 - Don't Fuck with the Wolf

Lupo seethed, hands on her head and weapons on the floor, as a dark-skinned woman, in a camo bodysuit seemingly materialized in front of her and began patting her down. She'd thought Vector's invisibility suit was a dirty trick and being on the receiving end of the US Army version hadn't improved her opinion on it. The woman's hands lingered on Lupo's ass. 

 "Hands off," she hissed. With how tight Lupo's bodysuit was, the woman definitely wasn't searching her for concealed weapons.

"Now now, there's no need to be catty," the other woman said. Her two companions, a black man in military fatigues and a blonde woman in some sort of bizarre corruption of military fatigues that had been cut up into shorts and a crop top, looked on smugly. She and Four Eyes, who was currently on her knees a couple feet away, and been on the trail of a couple Persons of Interest when they'd been ambushed by the bullshit invisibility woman and her cohorts. Said Persons, two brunette women, one in a blue tank top with a police badge and one in a red jacket, were some distance away looking vaguely uncomfortable with the treatment Lupo was currently getting, but not enough to actually do anything about it. 

"Good catch, Willow," the black man said, "I bet we get a bonus for these prisoners."

Willow, the dark-skinned woman, walked behind Lupo. She could feel her breath on her neck.

"Jill? Claire?" Willow called, "I just realized that nobody's watching the front door. Could you two pull guard duty for a bit?" The two civilian women shrugged and walked off to the main entrance. She waited until they were gone, then continued.

"Check it out. Our evac chopper shows up in an hour. Problem is, it has six seats. Now, if you're counting, there's me, Party Girl and Shona here, then those two civvies, and of course you two lovely ladies." She paused dramatically. "That's seven people."

"Just kill us and get it done with," Lupo muttered. 

The man, Shona, grinned. "I guess they don't teach you math at Umbrella, eh? That means we can take one of you. But how do we choose?"

Party Girl laughed and squatted down next to Four Eyes, groping the Asian woman's breasts with one hand and shoving the other down her pants. "I want this one!" Four Eyes growled through her mask and turned bright red, but didn't move her hands from her head.

"I dunno, I'm partial to the MILF here," Shona said. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and leered at Lupo. 

Willow's hands ran up Lupo's waist, then under the unzipped front of her bodysuit. She nibbled the French woman's neck as she pinched her nipples through the thin undershirt. Lupo smashed her elbow into the woman's face. Willow staggered back, her smug demeanor gone and replaced by psychopathic rage.

"Fucking bitch!" She roared, wiping blood from her mouth and pulling out a knife, "I'll cut your fucking eyes out! You fucking-"

Lawrence firmly restrained Willow while Party Girl chuckled on the floor, continuing to molest Four Eyes; judging by the Asian girl's expression, the blonde's fingers had long found their way inside her. Willow calmed down after a few minutes and leaned on the door to a computer lab, arms crossed. She spat out a bloody tooth.

"Gonna fuck the tough out of you, whore," she smirked.

"Let's all calm down now," Shona said. He pulled out a length of rope and stepped towards Lupo, one hand fiddling with his belt. "We're just having some fun, the chopper can fit everybody. We're just trying to blow off some steam."

Lupo weighed her options. She'd turned Bertha's comm link back on for a brief moment when they'd first arrived at the library, hoping against hope that somehow the German woman had gotten away. The hysterical, agonized screaming had shaken her to the core and still haunted her. That experience combined with a nagging suspicion that Umbrella would consider her and Four Eyes to be loose ends - she hadn't been briefed on the scale of this disaster, and she doubted that the people responsible would be satisfied knowing that some disposable mercenary knew who was behind it. If getting fucked was what it took to escape with her life, then she could take it - and she figured that the cold, unfeeling Asian psychopath next to her probably could too.

On the other hand, the fact that Shona was re-purposing rope to restrain her suggested that the soldiers hadn't come equipped to take prisoners. Who knew what happened to their leader, or if there even was a helicopter coming and they weren't just going around raping and slaughtering survivors. No, she decided. She wasn't going to be raped and tortured to death by a band of marauding soldiers.

Lupo put her hands out in front of her, wrists crossed submissively. Shona and Party Girl had M4s slung across their chests, while Willow only had a knife and a holstered pistol.

Shona smiled. "Good girl. You've done this before." 

Shona stepped into range and Lupo kicked him in the balls as hard as she could. He jack-knifed forward and she grabbed his ears, pulling his head down as her knee came up. There was a satisfying crunch as his nose caved in and his teeth shattered. She grabbed his rifle and put a round through his throat, then swung it over and blew off Party Girl's left kneecap. The blonde howled and collapsed on the floor while Shona gurgled loudly, a geyser of blood spurting out both sides of his throat.

Willow's jaw dropped as she was sprayed by a mist of her partner's blood, but she was quick to recover. Almost immediately she had her handgun in her hand, pumping rounds into the back of her dying partner. Fortunately, his armor was enough to keep the bullets from coming out the other side. Lupo tucked herself behind her meat-shield, unclipping the rifle strap and waiting. When she heard the pistol click on empty, she dropped the man's corpse and body slammed Willow threw the door. The brown-skinned woman dropped her knife and handgun as she toppled over a desk. Lupo shut the door and hefted the rifle.

Willow was gone. God damn it.

Invisible hands grabbed the rifle and a knee connected with Lupo's crotch. She yelped and let go of the rifle, which pointed itself at her chest. She dove out of the way as automatic fire ripped holes in the walls. The rifle suddenly flew across the room, and the mercenary lunged for it, hoping to tackle her invisible assailant but coming up empty. She threw it.

Something smashed into the back of her knee and she collapsed to the ground. Arms wrapped around her neck in a choke hold and pulled her onto her ass. She felt Willow's breasts on the back of her head.

"Gonna flay you alive when you wake up," the soldier whispered in her ear. Lupo clawed at the arm, but it held firm.

Stars were filling her vision. She reached out and grabbed a desk with both hands, slowly pulling herself to her feet. 
Lupo's vision was reduced to pinpoints and she was feeling fuzzy. With one last, Heruculean effort, she charged headfirst at the nearest wall. The woman on her back took the brunt of the impact and toppled toppled to the floor with a thud. Lupo fell backwards on top of her and grabbed what felt like her throat. She delivered a couple hard punches further down, and the soft, fatty feeling and shouts of pain indicated that she was nailing Willow's tits. Bullseye. She went the other direction until she found her face, and hit it until she stopped moving.

With Willow unconscious, she flipped her onto her chest and felt along her back until she felt a cylindrical metal object. She jiggled it until it came off and the woman was visible again. Willow's jaw was broken and her face was covered in bruises. Lupo locked the door and sat down by her, exhausted but far better off. She ran her hands over her unconscious assailant, admiring the breasts straining against the tight bodysuit; Willow was pretty hot. 

She reached for the zipper on Willow’s bodysuit and pulled it all the way down to her sex. The soldier had a cute shaved pussy, firm abs and round tits. Lupo admired her chest, watching the twin mounds slowly rise up and down. She slid the fabric off her body, leaving the woman stark naked, then herself up with Willow's slit and began to grind, not bothering to undress herself. Even through her own leather outfit it felt good.

Willow started to stir after a few minutes. "Wha-" she looked at Lupo, and the barrel of her rifle. "Oh god." 

"'Oh god' is right." She lay the rifle across the soldier's throat and pushing down hard. Willow's eyes widened in fear.

"Wait! Urgkkkk-" The woman gurgled, writhing ineffectively under Lupo's weight. Adrenaline surged through the French woman's mind as she choked the woman, admiring the way Willow's tits jutted out as she bucked and fought, and the shine of her brown skin as sweat and tears ran down it. Willow probably had native American heritage, Lupo guessed. The soldier’s body shook and twisted between Lupo's legs as she struggled to buck her off, only encouraging her to clamp her legs tighter.

Willow scrabbled at the hard plastic of Lupo's mask, somehow hoping to get to her eyes. Her feet beat a drumbeat of panic on the floor, and she battered her fists against the mercenary's chest and face. Lupo barely felt it through the tough leather. She pushed down harder.

Her heart pounded as her victim’s brown eyes widened in panic. She usually made an effort to restrain herself from pointless sadism, but in this case she felt she deserved some indulgence. She only regretted that she didn't have more time to kill these fucks. She let up slightly. 

"Please…” Willow gasped. She inhaled a couple breaths of life-sustaining air before Lupo closed if off again.

"Gonna fucking rape and kill me, huh?" Lupo hissed. "You dumb bitch."

Lupo let the arousal flow through her. She found herself practically panting, her nipples hardening as her heaving breasts brushed against the firm leather of her bodysuit, the stimulation building between her legs as Willow writhed and jerked beneath her. Willow had grabbed onto her arms, but more from instinct at this point than any real effort to dislodge her. The adrenaline coursed through her body and she pushed harder and harder, her arms burning until there was a wet, sickening crunch as Willow’s windpipe caved in. The unfortunate woman’s eyes bulged out and her hands flew to her throat as blood began to seep from her mouth.

Lupo relaxed, threw the rifle away, and sat up. She ran her hands across Willow's body, groping her breasts, running her fingers down her toned tummy and slipping two into her sex. The dark-skinned woman instinctively blushed and tried to grab at her hand.

“Not so horny now, huh?" Lupo snarled, slapping the woman's hand away.

Her grinding picked up intensity. She kneaded the dying woman’s jiggling tits and admired the way the nipples hardened despite her impending doom. She put her hands inside her own bodysuit, now, playing with one of her tits while running the other between her legs and stroking her clit.

“You enjoying this as much as I am?" she moaned. Willow simply pawed at her own throat uselessly, her body struggling to clear a path for air, drowning in her own blood.

Willow gave a sudden jerk and her arms dropped to the floor with a thud, her entire body beginning to spasm. Lupo ground against the woman harder and fingered herself faster, approaching her climax. She had always been a woman blessed with easy orgasms. Willow’s death rattle escaped her lips as Lupo shuddered in ecstasy as her orgasm coursed through her body.

Slowly Lupo climbed to her feet and fixed her outfit. She was going to need a change of underwear. She grabbed the M4, looked at her victim’s curvaceous, twitching body, her glazed eyes, and walked out.

Four Eyes had gotten Party Girl's rifle and rounded up the other two women. Lupo recognized them - Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine. Jill was currently tending to Party Girl's destroyed knee.

Four Eyes met Lupo's eyes. "I don't think this one's walking again," she said. The blonde wailed miserably.

Lupo found a chair and sat down. "What's your name, soldier girl? I'm not calling you fucking Party Girl."

"Fowler," she sobbed. "Go to hell."

"Okay. Tell me about this chopper."

Four Eyes shook her head. "She called it off while I was grabbing these two. I, uh, guess I forgot to take her radio."

Lupo glared at her. The young Japanese woman was an awkward, dysfunctional sociopath who was wildly unsuited for any sort of team activity and had probably never held a gun before training for this mission. She belonged in a lab (or in prison) with the other over-educated and under-socialized weirdos, not out here playing soldier. Lupo had silently mourned that fate had decided to spare Four Eyes where it had killed their four other vastly more deserving squadmates. It wasn't for lack of trying; Lupo had practically had to drag the girl, who had been eagerly scribbling notes about the worms that devoured Bertha, away from the park.

Fowler was laughing through her tears. "We know all about you psychos. We've been intercepting your boss's radio chatter all day. Bet you didn't know they've abandoned you, huh? You're fu-" She broke off into a shriek as Lupo stomped on her bad knee.

Lupo scowled behind her mask. Four Eyes was staring at her suspiciously. Fuck. "Don't listen to her," she said. She turned to Claire and Jill, who were glaring at her. "You two. You're coming with us. Help Fowler to her feet."

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"They were going to kill us," Lupo said. She and Four Eyes walked down the street side by side, a good distance behind their prisoners. It took both Jill and Claire to carry Fowler, which usefully ensured that they couldn't try anything. They'd tied their hands together in front of them just in case.

"Sure," the Asian replied. Four Eyes had been listless ever since they'd left the library. Apparently she'd realized that you can't publish your research if you get eaten by zombies.

"Shut up and listen," Lupo said. "Those two civvies up there? Jill and Claire? I know a guy who'll do a lot to get his hands on them. Forget Umbrella."

"Sure." Silence. Then: "You knew, didn't you?"

Lupo opened her mouth to respond, but was stopped by a loud howl behind them. She turned around. Zombies. And a lot of them.

"Fuck," Four Eyes yelled, raising her rifle.

Lupo grabbed the barrel. "Don't waste your ammo. We've got something better." The Asian looked confused for a moment, and then her face lit up. 

Jill and Claire were shouting nervously, trying to drag their charge further. "Let her go," Lupo shouted.

Claire's eyes widened. "Are you seriously telling us to let her go?"

"You're monsters," Jill growled.

The two mercenaries jogged past them. "Alright I guess, try to keep up then," Four Eyes said gleefully. The two found an available fire escape and began climbing the ladder.

The brunettes took a few more steps, looked back at the encroaching horde, then down at the blonde woman between them. 

"I'm so sorry," Claire whispered.

Fowler's jaw dropped. "Oh come on, you can't just- I-I saved your lives!"

The two let her down onto the ground and then ran after the mercenaries. 

Fowler climbed onto her foot, attempted to take a step, and then toppled over. Desperately she began crawling after them. 

"You can't leave me here!" she screamed. "I-I can call the helicopter back! Pleeaaasse!" She rolled onto her back. Two especially quick specimens were only a couple feet away. "Oh god no. No no no no!"

Four Eyes watched eagerly from the roof as the blonde woman desperately kicked out at the zombies with her good leg. She sent one stumbling back, but the other simply grabbed the leg and bit a meaty chunk out of her thigh.

"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!" Fowler howled in pain and terror. The other zombie came back and went for the bare flesh of her stomach, tearing a large bit out of her side. 

The unfortunate blonde was delirious by the time the main horde caught up to her. Most of the meat on her left leg was gone, and where she'd once sported a lovely set of abs there was now just a bloody pool of torn muscle and organs. She wriggled weakly in a pool of her own blood.

"Help me," she muttered weakly as the horde closed in, "Somebody. I don't wanna die. Heeeeelp."

She zombies arrived and Party Girl was simply ripped apart. Four Eyes watched, mesmerized by the hungry moans of the zombies as they ate their victim alive. It was incredible to think that the mess of blood and flesh being ripped to shreds was once a beautiful woman. When the zombies dispersed ten minutes later, there was nothing but tattered flesh, scraps of clothing, and some bones to indicate that there had once been a human being there.

Lupo had rigged a grappling hook from this roof to the next building down. She turned to Four Eyes. "Cheer you up?"
Four Eyes didn't say anything, which she interpreted as "yes." In a couple of minutes Claire and Jill joined them, exhausted. Climbing ladders with your hands bound can be tiring. 

"You two first," Lupo said.